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Moonboys vs period || Steven Grant x fem!Reader || Marc Spector x fem!Reader || Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

Summary: What would Moonboys do if you were on your period?

Warnings: Jake is NSFW - minors DNI!

Word count: 1636

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!Reader ; Jake Lockley x fem!Reader ; Marc Spector x fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: there was no beta-reading for Spanish sentences

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

The delicate lining of the womb was being ripped out in a flow of blood. Until the nerve endings become numb, it could be as painful as it sounds. You have always wanted your boyfriend to empathize with you. The only way to improve your mood was to be there emotionally and offer chocolate. 

On the second day of laying in your shared bed with a heating pad pressed to your abdomen, whining from time to time as cramps were too strong to bear, you tried your best to focus on a documentary movie about otters you'd been watching.

Steven:

He just returned home. Not seeing you walking around and doing your stuff worried him a lot. It was the second day and you were still bedridden.

"Y/N?” He asked, walking to the bed to make sure you weren't asleep. Steven smiled once he saw you awake. "Hiya, luv. How are you doing? Any better today?"

You looked at him gently picking your head from the pillow. "Hey, Steven. It's no better, at all, instead, my guts feel like being crushed."

"Oh you poor thing," he said, sitting down next to you. "Can I get you anything? How can I help?"

You slowly sat up, looked at him, and started crying, loudly, your entire body shaking as you did. "Can you just hug me, please?"

Steven was a tad taken aback but nodded. "Yes, yes! Just give me a moment, I need to take my jacket off and I have a gift for you."

You wiped your tears off. "A... A gift?" You sobbed. "For... For me?"

"Of course!" Steven nodded, rushing to the wardrobe to put away his jacket and quickly remove his shoes. "It had to be for your birthday..." He added, digging into his bag. "But I got it earlier to make this painful time a tad better."

Soon he returned to you. Steven got into bed and hid something from you.

"I... It's bloody silly but I hope you'll love it. In the worst case, you'll make fun of me. Okay. Ready?"

You held your breath and nodded, visibly interested.

"So... There is this girl; I am not a cheater. Don't be worried, she makes the most adorable things," Steven said and then presented you with a handmade Khonshu plushy. "W-What do you think?”

"Oh, dear Lord... Oh my God..." You took it to inspect it more closely. "It is so perfect! I love it! I'll sleep with him whenever you're not home! Thank you, Steven!" You knelt on the bed and kissed his cheek, snuggling the stuffy to your chest.

Steven smiled and then pulled you closer to snuggle with you just like he promised a moment ago. "I am so happy you love it! I was worried you'd hate it.”

"How could I hate him?" You almost shove the stuffy into Steven's face. "It's so perfect, soft and squishy - everything Khonshu is not. But wait a minute... You mentioned a girl. What girl?"

Steven blinked, looking at you. "A girl... I don't remember her name but I found a flyer with her offer. Why do you ask?"

"Do you like her or something?"

His mouth hung open for a moment before he said anything. "What? O-Of course I don't like her, don't be ridiculous, love."

"I hope she's not prettier than me..." You looked at him.

"No girl is prettier... How can you even ask me such a thing? You know you're my one and only."

Putting your hand on his cheek, you said, "I know, I like to check in from time to time, I'm sorry. I love you so much. I'm so happy that you made me such a beautiful gift. I couldn't have asked for a better and more caring boyfriend. Thank you."

Marc:

Marc walked into the bedroom to check on you and bring you warm, fresh tea. "Don't worry. I didn't make it in the microwave," he joked, seeing how you looked at him. After placing your favorite mug on the nightstand, he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Any better?" Marc asked, moving his hand under your heating pad to rub your really warm stomach.

"Now, when I'm with you, it's much better. But overall, it hurts, I can't find a comfortable position. I hate being a woman. I hate my period."

"My poor girl," he quietly said and kissed your forehead. "Maybe I should get you some meds? And once the bloody waterfall is over, we are heading to the doctor because I don't believe that this is normal in any way."

"Love," you cupped his cheek in your hand, "This is absolutely normal. No need to be worried. I ain't bleeding to death, it's just an annoying period."

"You can't make me believe that being bedridden for two days is normal," he grumbled, nuzzling your hand. "I am not buying this."

"You're such a sweetheart, Marc," you told him sweetly. "Now, can you hold me, please? Can I snuggle up with you?"

Marc nodded, then jumped onto the bed, wrapping his arms around your figure. "I am still worried."

"I hope Khonshu doesn't bother you, love."

"Don't worry about it now. It's fine," he shook his head, hugging you tightly.

After a soft gasp, you let him hug you. His strong arms wrapped tightly around your body, and his breath hitting your nape, made you shiver, taking a comfortable position. "I love you."

"I love you too and I really don't like the fact you suffer so much. I will get you stronger painkillers," Marc concluded, kissing your head.

"You don't have to, it will pass, I promise. Now, just hold me close, like that. I could not have been happier when you were near."

Jake:

"Todavía en el dolor?" Jake asked after getting onto the bed. "Porque puedo tener una solución," he soon added, gently rubbing your leg.

"A solution? There no solution for period cramps, mi amado," you sighed sadly, not picking your head up from your pillow.

"I'm afraid you are wrong," he shrugged with a mischievous smile. "Because I heard that sex helps a lot with those pains."

You rolled your eyes. "Jake, don't you even start, darling, I'm not about to let you fuck me when I bleed like a slaughtered pig."

He muttered annoyedly, nuzzling your neck and placing a few kisses there. "You should know that bit of blood doesn't bother me at all."

"It doesn't bother you, but it does bother me, Jake," you reluctantly wrapped your arms around his neck. "I can't even imagine it... Bruh..."

"But you will feel so much better. Maybe the pain will go away," Jake kept pressing, kissing your cheek.

"Okay, okay, we can try it but with a condom," you winced.

"Cariño, ¿es en serio? I want to have some fucking fun too," Lockley whined, towering over you.

"Jake..." You grunted unhappily but gave him a nod. "Let it be... I just feel extra awkward and you know... Strange..."

"Relax," he whispered into your ear and then kissed your cheek, slowly moving down your neck. "It will be fine. I'll take care of you."

"Jake..." You whispered, blushing hardly. "I still don't think it's a smart idea...."

As Jake embraced you, he slowly lifted your shirt to kiss your warm belly. He was excited at the prospect of fucking you now.

You licked your lips and slipped your hands in his hair. "Jake. No foreplay. Just fuck me," you asked quietly.

"Hey, you aren't the only one here. Let me at least make it pleasant."

"Of course, love," you nodded at him, cupping your boobs a bit as you played with them.

"Look at you, already relaxing. Good, you will like it. Now let's take those off,"

Nodding his head, Jake removed your shorts and panties.

You raised your hips for him, to make it easier for Jake to remove your clothing. "I love you."

"Yo también te amo. Tú lo sabes," Jake winked at you before quickly getting rid of his pants. Jake jerked himself a few times just to be sure he was ready to please you and hopefully give you some relief. "Ready?"

You reached for his cock and propped yourself on an elbow, giving him a few additional strokes and little jerks. "Yes, baby," you replied, spreading your legs a little more for him.

Wrapping your legs around his waist Jake slowly pushed into your pussy. He was careful like never before in order not to cause you more discomfort

You instantly rolled your head back with a moan, adjusting your legs around his waist. When he impaled you with his cock, you felt incredible wetness within your core, which made you moan his name even louder.

Jake purred at the warm wet feeling and the sight of your blood already coating his cock as he slowly thrust into you. "So fucking delicious and wet."

"Oh, God," you panted, blushing as you felt incredibly good when he was slowly fucking you. "I'm so wet, Jake..."

"You sure are, princesa. Such a gorgeous sight, we need to do it more often," he chuckled, watching his cock moving in and out of you. "Feeling better?”

"Actually, yes... It feels a tiny bit better, more relaxed," you tightened your grasp on his nape and loosened your legs wrapped around his waist. "Ooh, yes, it feels good."

He repeatedly pushed in and out of you at a very slow, steady pace; his cock coated in your moisture and his leaking precum. With a soft grunt, Jake milked your core with the release he desperately craved. "Dios, eso se siente tan bien."

Wrapping your arms around his nape and pulling his face closer, you planted a kiss on his lips. “Recuerda siempre que te quiero, Jake.”

The Healing Power of Love || Steven Grant x fem!Reader Drabble

Summary: one day Steven starts talking to you about his existential anxiety and how your love healed him. It encourages you to be open about yourself as well.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety & depression

Word count: ~ 1050

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

As Steven sat on a small coffee table with a newspaper in his hands, he suddenly asked, "Have you ever thought about life itself? Occasionally, I imagine life as a playlist of songs playing on shuffle, not knowing what to expect next. There might be a sad song or something upbeat to get us dancing. Whatever the case may be, I know that I enjoy listening to music. Life is just as enchanting to me as music, even when it means some tough times..." His tone was a bit sorrowful as he spoke.

Taking your eyes off your phone, you slowly blinked, feeling a little confused. The timing of Steven's statement was odd and out of the blue. "It's an intriguing way to state it, love. What prompted you to think like this?"

"I would like to be entirely honest with you. Life hasn't been easy - I have spent the last few months trying to get my life in order. This is especially difficult for me since everything I believed in has been shattered. That was the moment I discovered the truth about my past and realised that I was not 'real', but just an alter. I hope you do understand what I mean."

Your head nodded slowly as you placed your phone on the coffee table and adjusted your position on the couch. "According to what I've learned so far, I think I know what you mean."

"In my search for the pieces of the life I thought I knew, I am trying to sort them out. It is challenging for me to find the words to describe the change in my life that occurred. Normal things became huge obstacles, and I don’t want to add those pieces to the new picture of myself. There were trust issues, fears, disgust, and broken family ties. There were panic attacks and a lot of crying, but also numbness. Uncertainty..." Steven's voice fell away, and a single teardrop rolled down his cheek.

You cupped his cheek, gently wiping the teardrop away with your thumb as you moved closer to him. "It's true, there are parts of ourselves that we don't even know about, but look at you," you smiled gently at him. "In spite of the enormous obstacles, you're doing well."

"You know, Y/N... If there was a map explaining how to navigate life, I would take a long look and then hand it to you. But none of this is simple. A map for me might not make sense to you. The places I would love to go or need to go, aren’t the places you hope to or will visit. Life is tricky. It is complicated. Everyone has to figure it out for themselves. Their hopes and dreams, who they want to be, and how they want to spend their days. In the past, there were days of deep depression and despair, not wanting to exist, not wanting to feel the pain, not wanting to feel anything. But I also got to live so many beautiful days because you came into my life..." Steven whispered quietly, looking at you hesitantly. "Do you love me?" He asked. "For who I am?"

You gently kissed his knuckles with the same soft smile you gave him earlier. "You know... I was stuck in that state that was like a heavy stone around my neck. I am sure that no 'life map' would show me the right direction. I was certain there was no place where I had a right to exist," you whispered sadly. "I tried distracting myself from it, hoping maybe in this attempt... I'd be able to escape this overwhelming feeling. But you know what?" You asked sadly.

Steven shook his head soundlessly, his eyes fixed on yours.

When you recalled your first meeting with Steven, you said, "There was this sad smile that gradually started to cut through that bloody rope. It cut the rock off. There have been a lot of bad things I have dropped since I met you, but there have also been a lot of new things I have picked up that are better, but I know one thing for sure," you squeezed his hand softly. "I would never pick up those without you. I would let that stone drag me down until I cut myself off. In other words, I didn't have a life map, but I found a compass. There is someone special who helped me, and I know I love this person so deeply. I can never imagine my life without you."

"I love you," Steven whispered, cupping your cheeks in his palms and rubbing them with his thumbs before crushing his lips on yours. The kiss he offered was sweet like a honey, maybe a little messy but it came from the depths of his passion and love for you. "When life seems hopeless, I want you to know that I have hope for us. When I cannot see my path, I know you have hope for me. On days when you cannot see your path, I have hope for you. When you share hope, it doesn't become less. It becomes more. Even abundant, I would say. So, if you need some hope, I have it for you. Thank you for being my solid ground, my safe haven where I can always be myself. It means a lot to me that you love me for who I am. The way no one else has ever loved me," Steven said, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

You didn't even try to stop yourself from crying. There was no need for you to be ashamed of your tears at this point. "Thank you for loving me and saving me from many terrible things. I promise to do the same in return."

"Your hug has woven our souls together in a way that's a forever bond," Steven chuckled, resting his chin on top of your head. With you by my side, the world slowed down on its axis. No time passed, no wind blew, no rain fell, and no sadness existed. Steven's mind was at peace. This was the love he had prayed for, the love he had waited for. Inwardly, Steven thanked God and hugged you even tighter. Love like this should be cherished for a lifetime.

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."

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

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

Warnings: none 

Word count: ~ 2890

Authors: Cass & Rouge

😻 JAKE 😻

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

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

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

"Of course!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why wouldn't I, silly?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blinked. "What?"

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

"How many?"

"Four more," Jake said quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

"You want to keep them all?"

"Why not? Our flat is spacious."

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

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

🙀 STEVEN 🙀

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

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

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

"I promise."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

😾 MARC 😾

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Test? Should I be worried?"

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

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

You asked him to take a seat on the couch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"At least this time, trust me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The cat meowed loudly, wiggling her tail.

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

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

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

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

BONUS

🐱 KHONSHU 🐱

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

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

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

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

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

"How did it start?"

"Have you heard about the goddess Bastet?”

"Yes, I did."

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

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

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

You blinked in disbelief, shaking your head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝓓𝓪𝔂 13 - Blur The Lines || Steven Grant x fem!reader

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Summary: You are best friends with Steven Grant. Even though you enjoy your friendship, you decide to blur the lines.

Warnings: smut (handjob, cumming without penetration)

Word count: 1137

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: Masturbation

Steven Grant is my best friend of many years. Sweet, smart, and with a dry wit that makes you laugh; measured and considered; he is the most level-headed person I've ever known.

I find this appealing, and it's one of the reasons I like him so much. Although I know he wouldn't blur our carefully drawn friendship, I yearn for it. I want to shock him so that he loses his composure and I can feel his desire for me. However, I feel insecure about the fact that he doesn't seem to be even slightly interested in me; I can describe a whole sexual encounter and Steven won't even raise an eyebrow.

It is not that I have tried to seduce him, but I have decided to change that. In this story, I'll tell you how I tempted Steven to cross our boundaries.

It was a hot summer night and I was staying at Steven's flat. On a visit to London, I crashed on his floor since we lived in different cities.

Our day was amazing and we really connected; we talked about work, health, and minds. It felt so good to be so close to him emotionally, but I wanted to be that close to him physically as well. When we got back to his flat after a walk, I decided to tease him a little. 

The summer dress I was wearing was green and floaty. As we sat on the floor chatting, I pulled my knees in, exposing my underwear to him; Steven glanced at my knickers a few times, but didn't seem concerned at all.

I decided to take a less subtle approach at that point. "Steven," I began, my voice light, "What do you think about when you masturbate? Do you watch a lot of porn?"

A little frown appeared on Steven's face as he held my gaze. This question was slightly out of the blue, but it wasn't really outside of our normal conversational limits. A sigh escaped his lips as he replied, "Really, I don't know. I sometimes watch porn, but I feel like it's getting a bit old."

The sight of him looking unnecessarily weary for our age hurt my heart a little. He's been clearly unlucky in love and hasn't really had much intimacy with others; I couldn't help but move closer to him. My intention was to be more direct, "Sometimes I fantasize about cuddling you while you touch yourself. Would you be open to that?"

His eyes met mine; his lips parted a little, but he did not appear upset; rather, he appeared curious. "Y/N, you know how much I love you, but I don't want to lose our friendship."

The solemnity of his speech made me laugh a little. "Who's talking about losing this friendship? We're so close, I just want to show that closeness." As I gauge his reaction, I smile lovingly. "No romance, just plenty of sexiness."

Steven smiled and nodded slowly as well. As he considered the idea, he kept calm as ever, nodding in approval. "A physical expression of friendship, no romance, only sex... I guess I can see that..."

"So?" I asked lightly.

He smiled and nodded, "Then let's try it. You need to spoon me."

We almost raced to his bed after laughing. Taking him close between my legs, I sat behind him. My lips were right by his ear, and I whispered to him to pull out his cock as I knelt up to view his crotch. 

Suddenly, he looked nervous, but did as I said, his cheeks blushed.

Having been best friends for so long, I knew he appreciated women who could take charge a little. The size of his cock surprised me; it's gorgeous, long, and slightly girthy. I gently caressed him. 

I breathed instructions into his ear and he became harder.

Having moved my hands away from him, I didn't need to say anything more; any initial shyness was gone as Steven's lust intensified. He started to stroke his full length as I whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

As he shared this moment with me, I felt myself getting nice and wet. Steven was so vulnerable right now, but we were at ease, our bodies as close as our souls. I slided my hands along his thighs, caressing his legs. Trying to squeeze as close to him as possible, I wanted to soak up his lust until I was dripping. Unconsciously, Steven gasped. 

His cologne lingered against my nose as I kissed him along his ear, down towards his neck. It was still possible to see his lovely cock being worked to its full size in his hand. 

Slowly and steadily he pumped himself, occasionally playing with his tip with his thumb, but never neglecting the full length of his considerable cock.

Without intending to, I licked my lips; I wanted to get on my knees and suck him off, have him fuck my mouth until I begged him to stop, but this wasn't about me - I needed to focus on him.

"That's it, sweetheart," I whispered to him, my mouth at his ear.

Steven started to pant a little.

"Steven, please, I need you to cum, baby, so bad," I begged him, gently nibbling on his earlobe.

As he leant back into me, he moaned and beat his cock faster.

As I moved my hands along his thighs gently tugging him so he had to spread his legs a little for me, I gently whispered, "That's it, sweetheart. Cum in my arms, baby, I love you so much."

Steven seemed to lose control. I locked eyes with him; he looked desperate, and lust-filled, and completely exposed to me, as his hand manically rubbed at his cock, hard and fast.

I kissed his forehead and caressed his cheek.

Turning to me, he let me hold him.

Over and over, eagerly and desperately, I instructed him to cum for me. He moaned openly, staring at me with desperate, almost devoted eyes.

"I need your cum," I breathed, feeling my wet cunt lips slip against each other as he jerked against me. 

In the end, Steven spewed long streams of thick, white cum all over himself.

For the first time, I kissed Steven on the lips, and he responded passionately. The moment I looked down at my best friend, who was covered in his own cum, I was astonished at how sexy and happy he looked.

Scooping up the cum with my fingers, I swallowed as much as I could before licking my fingers clean. There was a sense that I was really his, and he seemed really mine. I had made him happy, and he had given me what I craved the most - hot cum to lick up, while gazing at a man I cherished.

A Little Nervous || Steven Grant x fem!reader

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Summary: Steven recalls holding your hand for the first time.

Warnings: none

Word count: ~450

Author: Fenrir

A/N: today’s prompt: Hands Holding

He remembered feeling extremely nervous before holding your hand for the first time. His hands were icy, sweaty, and like a dead fish. Steven was acutely aware of every move you made and step you took. When you held his hand, he told you everything that was going on in his head, which you found amusing. Steven took frequent breaks to wipe his sweaty hand on his jeans, which was quite embarrassing given that his hands were always warm and welcoming.

After a while, and after seeing your hands clasped together, Steven felt at ease, and a bright smile appeared on his lips, and a gasp left his parted lips as his heart pounded within his chest.

"Is something wrong? Do you like it?" You asked him softly, looking at his flushed face.

Steven nodded eagerly before whispering, "Yes, I really like it, your palm is so soft and warm, it is just so new to me, it's an important step I take..."

You laughed out loud and shook your head slightly. "Oh no, Steven! You are always so kind to me. When we're out in public, I like it when you hold my hand."

He frowned slightly, unsure whether you were joking or not. "Why? It's just me holding your hand…"

"Because it means and shows that you take me seriously, and I like to give a sign to other girls passing by that you're taken by me," you smiled as the two of you walked down the street in the heart of London. "And I find this one of the best signs of affection you can show to your significant other."

Steven's face flushed. "You're so lovely, Y/N."

You placed a brief kiss on the top of his hand that you were holding. "My lovely boyfriend."

He intertwined his fingers even more with yours and shook your hand briefly. "I adore you to pieces, Y/N."

Your thumb massaged the top of his hand as you squeezed it strongly. "I adore you, too, my dear."

You two walked side by side as Steven enjoyed the warmth of your hand, the softness of your skin. "You know, Y/N, I prefer metaphorical than physical hand holding, I prefer linking arms and strolling. I'm not sure why," he said out of the blue.

Upon stopping at the pedestrian crossing on a red light, you squeezed his other hand tightly as well. "I'll help you with the physical hands holding too, and I'm sure you'll love it," you assured him sweetly, bringing his palm up to your lips once again and gently brushing his rough skin with your lips. "The taste of everything is enhanced by love."

An Icy Adventure || Steven Grant x fem!reader

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Summary: One winter day, you decide to surprise Steven with a little ice skating lesson

Warnings: none

Word count: 1592

Author: Rouge

A/N: today’s prompt: go ice skating on a frozen lake

You loved winter. There was something crystalline about winter, those brilliant rays that revealed every snowflake's uniqueness. You were surrounded by puddles that became temporary skating rinks and your thoughts were secluded within your favorite woolen hat. There was anticipation of the joys to come in that wonderland of white, in that frozen water-world, of learning new ways to move gracefully over such a landscape. 

When Steven agreed to stroll in Hyde Park, to the Serpentine, you felt overwhelmed with happiness.

You chose a thick, woolen sweater with a reindeer theme, a fitted, black, strapped shirt beneath it, and thick, high-waisted jeans for your date. Black leather, high-heeled winter boots, a thick, brown jacket on top and your favorite black, woolen hat with a fluffy pompon completed your outfit.

Steven looked around at all the snow that had fallen last night. Although it wasn't much, it gave the place a certain winter charm. Despite the cold, it wasn't that bad for him, especially when he was you. "Y/N!" He smiled and waved at you. "Isn't it pleasant to be all bundled up and cozy?"

After climbing your tiptoes, you told Steven, "Yes, I am," and placed a brief kiss on his cheek; Steven was taller than you. Immediately after, you grabbed his gloved hand - you had gifted him with a pair of woolen gloves made of Egyptian cotton with a floral motif that he wore a lot when the temperature dropped below 5°.

Trying to cover your ears with your hat, he worriedly inquired, "You sure you aren't cold? I don't want you to catch a cold.

"Steven, you are being silly. It's not that cold today, and we're going to move a lot," you replied, pointing at a backpack on your back. "I brought some things that might help us though. I also made you a tea, I have it in a thermal mug inside."

He smiled and kissed your gloved hand, saying, "You are my little angel. Nevertheless, I am worried about you."

Due to your flat's proximity to Hyde Park, the stroll was quick and easy. "Wondering what activity I've chosen for us?" A smirk spread across your lips.

A soft shrug was given by Steven as he chuckled. "Although I am sure it is wonderful, I'm a little wary of your idea due to your eagerness."

While walking past the snow-covered bench, you stopped, put your backpack on it, and slowly unzipped it, letting Steven peek inside. In the backpack, there were two pairs of skates. One pair was white and larger, and the other was black, shorter.

The two pairs of pretty skates made him blink; of course you mentioned your little hobby in the beginning of your relationship, but he felt lost now. "Love, those are beautiful, but are you going to invite someone else? I mean, I see two pairs. You skate, but I don't." Seeing your smiling face, Steven paused. So that's what you were planning. "I love you a lot, Y/N, but I can't skate. I prefer my limbs to remain intact."

As you cupped his face in your gloved hands and rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs, you said, "I know you're a little concerned, but I want you to trust me, nothing will happen to you, and we'll have a great time!"

"I can't even tie those bloody skates right," he shook his head, looking at you. "In all honesty, I'd rather just watch you."

"Let's make a deal: I'll skate first, and you'll watch. I'll show you a few steps, and if you feel okay, you can try as well."

"I like the sound of that,” Steven agreed.

"Despite the fact that skating on ice seems intimidating, if you have the right equipment and a little patience, you can learn how to do it!" You told Steven as you led him to the frozen lake. 

On the frozen surface of the lake, several people were already ice skating.

Playing with his hands, Steven questioned, "Aren't you afraid the ice will break? Or that you'll break a leg or an arm?"

On the edge of the frozen lake, you sat in the snow, you pulled out the black skates; after that, you started putting them on, replacing your winter boots with them. "No, Steven, because if I thought negatively, I would draw bad luck. That's why I think positively," you replied. "There were almost three weeks of bitter cold, don't you remember? The ice is thick enough to support the weight of a very well-built man."

In response, Steven nodded and continued to play with his hands. "Yeah, yea, I bet you're right, luv."

His attention was drawn to the way you tied your skates. He mumbled a quiet 'bloody hell' and then sat next to you. In a nervous giggle, Steven pointed at the skates and asked, "Can you help me with those? Kind of like Cinderella..."

Disbelief filled your eyes - you never expected him to actually try ice skating with you! As you reached into your backpack to retrieve the other pair of skates, a quiet giggle escaped your lips. "You will be my Cinderella, and I will be your Prince Charming. So, my lady, please take off the shoes and put them on. Once you are done, please let me know and I will lace them up for you."

Steven removed his shoes and took skates from you to put them on with blush on his face.

When he nodded at you, indicating he was ready, you knelt down and started lacing the skates. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a little stressed, but I'm fine overall."

"Do you remember what I told you about stress?"

While you helped him get up, Steven murmured, "I know it's bad and I shouldn't let it eat me alive, but you know me. Wow! How do you even walk in those?"

As a first step, you showed him how to fall safely. During your presentation, you told him, "Falling is part of the sport, so it's natural to fall. If you fall with the right technique, you won't get injured. When you anticipate needing to fall, bend your knees and squat into a dip position, then fall sideways, leaning forward, and place your hands on your lap. When you fall, roll over onto your hands and knees."

Steven watched and listened, trying to remember everything you said. Maybe Marc could use a bit of the know-how to make their body a bit less bruised after another chance behind the wheel. "Okay, noted. Let's hope I won't need them, but I'll keep them in mind. So... Uhm... Shall we?" Grant asked, taking your hand.

When he took his first step on the ice, you helped stabilize him while holding strongly to his palms. You grabbed his hips as soon as his leg started sliding forward. He soon added a second leg and grabbed your shoulders, holding them rigidly. "Straighten your back, breathe," you instructed.

Following your instructions, Steven nodded, somehow managing to stand straight. "Look at me! I'm still standing."

A lot of praise was given to him and then you instructed him on how to move on ice. "March two steps forward and let your body glide forward slightly. Repeat until you feel comfortable. This is called gliding."

As he complied with your instructions, Steven said quietly to himself, "Two steps... Let your body glide." Upon realizing he wasn't falling on his butt yet, he chuckled. "Look at me! I'm doing it!"

"Congratulations! My good boy!"

Sadly, Steven's happiness lasted only a short while because as soon as you finished your praise, he fell right on his butt.

You couldn't stop giggling, but as soon as you attempted camel spin by spinning one leg and your upper body parallel to the ice - you lost your balance and fell on your ass as well. "Oh, bollocks!"

As Steven struggled to get up slowly, he exclaimed, "Aha?! You see? That's what you get for laughing at me?! I bet it will hurt tomorrow."

After the unfortunate fall, you felt a burning sensation on your tailbone, but your heart was full of joy - Steven was getting the basics in no time and was doing very well for his first time on ice. "It's almost certain to me that the student will surpass the master soon, my dearest love!" You sent Steven the warmest smile while slowly getting up.

A shy smile danced on Steven's lips as the blush crept over his cheeks, turning them red within a blink of an eye. "Oh, love, no, this will never happen, I assure."

Slowly, you glided towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck. "My love for you will never change, Steven Grant, even if you won't become a figure skater."

Steven tilted his head and took one of his gloves off, tapping your nose gently before saying, "And I love you just as much, Y/N, even if you always select dangerous activities for our spare time."

As the two of you shared a passionate kiss, you gently pushed off Steven, loosened your knees just a bit, glided backwards and slowly started to spin, spreading your arms slowly.

He could only glide forward slowly, just as you taught him while observing you; all of your movements were so gently and weighted, and you were moving lightly like a petal of a rose dancing in the wind.

Steven realized at this exact moment that his love for you was immeasurable.