This is a collection of my Oscar Isaac fanfictions on Tumblr, which can also be read on my Wattpad account! [Worth an Oscar] <3
I. Shades of Red | Santiago Garcia x Reader | Parts: 01 / 02 / 03 / (Soon to be removed)
Santiago's niece adores you and wants you to attend her birthday party, but he's your ex now, and you two aren't really close anymore.
I. Till Then | Steven Grant x Reader | Parts: 01
After a wonderful night, an unpleasant feeling washed over you for no explicable reason. But you weren't the only one who felt this way; your lovely Steven had also sensed what was about to happen and thus offered a dance.
II. Oh Nosy | Steven Grant x Reader | Parts: 01 / 02
After work, you were supposed to visit a friend's house, but instead, you ended up helping Steven with his sex drive problem.
III. Mercy | Jake Lockley x Reader | Parts: 01
Jake came home from work filled with rage and hatred for failing a mission for the first time, and it was all because of you. To make amends, you devised the best possible way for him to forgive you, even if it meant losing your ability to walk for the next few days.
IV. Solace | Moon boys x Reader | Parts: 01
When the boys learn that you've become anxious with yourself months after childbirth, they made their way in to ensure that everything you've thought about yourself is untrue.
V. F You, Literally | Marc Spector x Reader | Parts: 01
Being as bloodthirsty as the deity who inhabits your body, you never really get along with the man who pledged to protect the travelers of the night. However, in a moment of weakness, you both succumb to something other than hatred: your carnal hunger for each other.
This is a collection of my Oscar Isaac fanfictions on Tumblr, which can also be read on my Wattpad account! [Worth an Oscar] <3
I. Shades of Red | Santiago Garcia x Reader | Parts: 01 / 02 / 03 / (Soon to be removed)
Santiago's niece adores you and wants you to attend her birthday party, but he's your ex now, and you two aren't really close anymore.
I. Till Then | Steven Grant x Reader | Parts: 01
After a wonderful night, an unpleasant feeling washed over you for no explicable reason. But you weren't the only one who felt this way; your lovely Steven had also sensed what was about to happen and thus offered a dance.
II. Oh Nosy | Steven Grant x Reader | Parts: 01 / 02
After work, you were supposed to visit a friend's house, but instead, you ended up helping Steven with his sex drive problem.
III. Mercy | Jake Lockley x Reader | Parts: 01
Jake came home from work filled with rage and hatred for failing a mission for the first time, and it was all because of you. To make amends, you devised the best possible way for him to forgive you, even if it meant losing your ability to walk for the next few days.
IV. Solace | Moon boys x Reader | Parts: 01
When the boys learn that you've become anxious with yourself months after childbirth, they made their way in to ensure that everything you've thought about yourself is untrue.
V. F You, Literally | Marc Spector x Reader | Parts: 01
Being as bloodthirsty as the deity who inhabits your body, you never really get along with the man who pledged to protect the travelers of the night. However, in a moment of weakness, you both succumb to something other than hatred: your carnal hunger for each other.
I've lost count of the months after I've stopped writing, but thankfully, when my Oscar Isaac phase—which I think is more of a personality now—came back, I've decided to write a fanfic again! Although, it really isn't done yet...this is just a heads up
Pairing: Steven Grant x female reader x Marc Spector (x hints of Jake Lockley)
Summary: Your subconscious is trying to tell you something important about the choices you have to make. Or alternatively: is it still a threesome if the two men are alters?
Content: Stefon voice: This chapter has everything: angst, vaginal sex, anal sex, threesomes, DP sex.
Word Count: 8,165
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You stare up at the shadows on the ceiling above your bed, willing yourself to fall asleep.
But it’s simply not happening.
Every time you close your eyes to the darkness, your brain takes it as an invitation to play a slideshow of this evening’s highlights.
Marc showing up at your door, Marc holding you on the DLR, Marc's face inches from your own in front of the fish tank, Marc tucking you into the taxi. The images play behind your eyelids over and over and over again like a broken merry-go-round until you’re dizzy with it and dart up from your bed to pace the distance of your flat for a good twenty minutes, calming your jittery nerves enough that you can lay still long enough, close your eyes– only for the reel to start again.
Get up–walk around–lie down–replay–and so it goes. Again and again and again.
You don’t get much sleep that night.
Friday morning comes early.
You must’ve fallen asleep at some point because you wake to your alarm blaring, but your sore back and the heavy dull ache behind your eyes tell you it was not nearly enough rest.
One look at the clock informs you that you have 15 minutes to get yourself together and out the door or you’ll be late for work. It’s a mad scramble, and you earn yourself a bruised shin courtesy of the bloody ottoman, but you make it out the door and to the tube just in time, dashing down the stairs and squeezing yourself through the already-closing doors as the morning commuters around you grumble.
Pressed up between a grumpy construction worker and an even grumpier 20-something office worker, you’re holding onto your belongings for dear life as the train sways, trying to make sure you’ve got everything you’re meant to, when you realise the jacket in your hand is not one of your own.
It’s Marc’s.
There’s no need for another layer in the overpacked warmth of the train, and it’d be too hard to manoeuvre yourself into it in the minimally-available free space anyhow. You drape it over your arm instead, the way you might if you were just… holding it for a friend. There it stays for the entirety of your commute until you exit the station into the damp chill of late Autumn London fog so heavy it’s nearly drizzling.
You glance at the jacket. The sensible thing to do here would be to just put the bloody thing on, but for some reason you can’t quite bring yourself to do it. Instead, you shiver your way through the two block walk to your office, arriving cold and clammy and feeling all together out of sorts.
On top of that, your sleepless night and slapdash makeup application are apparently not doing you any favours, because once you arrive at work, no less than three of your coworkers ask if you’re ill. With as polite of a smile you can muster, you push off their concern and get to work. Busying yourself with small, mindless tasks, you manage to get through most of the morning without thinking overly much about anything.
That lasts right up until 11:47am when your phone pings out, rattling against the surface of your desk.
Steven
Hiya love! 🥰
What did the sushi 🍣 say to the bee 🐝?
Steven’s silly random texts usually bring a smile to your face, and this one still does, but today it’s accompanied by a sickening swoop of your stomach and a heavy feeling that weighs you down, slowing your fingers so that it takes you twice as long as usual to type a response.
You
I don’t know… What did it say?
Steve
Waaaasa-bee!!!!! 🤪🤪🤪
You
Oh my god!
Steven
Speaking of which, how do you feel about sushi for dinner tonight? Shall I get us some from that Eat Tokyo place on my way to your office? 🍣🍱😊
You glance at Marc’s jacket where it’s sitting, innocently folded atop your purse by the side of your desk, and tear your eyes away. Guilt over your actions yesterday comes crashing down on you all over again like a ton of bricks. You can’t imagine sitting with Steven in his flat eating dinner under the watchful eyes of Gus 2.0, The Imposter while lying to his face about what you did last night. The very idea makes your already unhappy stomach turn.
You
Sorry. I have Friday social drinks with the team tonight and I’m getting the side eye for having missed too many. Raincheck? xx
Drinks with your team is predictably awful.
It’s a longstanding social obligation at the end of each week that you’ve never enjoyed. Too much boozing and Graham from two cubicles down tends to get handsy and start hovering too close once he’s on his sixth pint. You’ve happily foregone it most weeks since you started dating Steven.
Tonight though, it’s the lesser of two evils and the perfect excuse.
Since it’s Friday, the pub closest to your office is an overpacked mess. The floors are sticky from spilt beer, and the rancid smell of what must either be old cider or piss has permanently seeped into the cracks of the wooden beams. You’ve entirely lost count of the number of elbows jammed into your back, and your voice has gone hoarse from shouting to be heard over the unnecessarily loud music and cluttered conversation taking place all around you.
The evening drags on. Sleep-deprived and exhausted, you find yourself zoning out, eyes drawn to the large fish tank in the corner of the pub. It’s a standard collection, a few guppies, a fat Gourami fish that shimmers red and a handful of goldfish swimming about.
One is almost orange in its goldenness, nothing like Gus’ more stark golden hue. Another one has the same colouring as Gus but is too skinny to pass, the third one… hmmm. That one is a bit more promising. It isn’t one finned, but it’s the right size and colour, and one fin is even a bit smaller than the other, so maybe–
Oh god, what are you doing?
Are you seriously scoping for another replacement fish right now? You need to stop.
Shaking your head to snap yourself out of it, you turn your attention back to the conversation at your table.
“My son’s gotten into a phase where he won’t stop watching Finding Nemo on rerun,” Poppy from accounting is saying next to you. “He loves that movie. Wants me to make him a Nemo costume for Halloween this year. Must’ve told me twenty times to ‘make sure it’s only got one fin.’”
A shiver works its way down your spine. The words feel accusatory somehow, even though you know that she couldn’t possibly have known what you were up to yesterday. You’re also pretty sure Nemo technically had two fins, one was just smaller than the other, but you’re not about to correct her when it’s all you can do to push down the image of Gus that’s trying to swim up to the surface of your mind.
From across the table one of the other accountants chimes in, saying how their kids love the movie as well, and then it’s a pile on of enthusiasm, everyone blathering on about their kids watching Nemo on rerun.
Nodding vaguely, you pretend to be following along in the conversation, but you keep having flashes throughout of the Imposter Fish and his two whole fins swimming around in Gus’ tank like he owns the place. Your skin prickles like you’re about to break out in hives.
You stand abruptly, nearly knocking your chair over in the process, earning yourself concerned and questioning stares from around the table.
Shit.
“I’ll… um… I’ll just grab another round for the table, shall I?” you blurt out, trying to salvage your dignity or at least the situation, then escape to the bar.
Ordinarily it would take an eternity to get the bartender’s attention on a busy night like this—a good twenty minutes to be spotted in the crowd, if you’re lucky. But tonight, on the one night when the wait would have been a welcome reprieve, the bartender spots you almost instantly and prepares your order with similarly unwelcome speed. That’s how you find yourself stacking pint after pint in your arms, cradling them as best as you can as you reluctantly start back towards your table not five minutes after you left.
You’re struggling to balance the drinks and evade the throng of people as you make your way through the crowded room when you spot him, and it feels like your heart stops.
There’s a man by the fish tank, his back leaning against a wooden beam. You only see him out of the corner of your eye at first, but the stiff, almost militant posture and rich black curls, slicked back but starting to unfurl from the heat and humidity of the pub, are unmistakable.
Why is he here!?
Time slows to a crawl, and you forget to breathe as the longest second you’ve ever experienced in your life stretches out and out and out until the lack of oxygen in your brain has you convinced that it’s Marc you’re staring up at. You walk forward, even as the firmness of the floor beneath you gives. All you can see is his wide back covered by the brown canvas jacket, identical to the one Marc had lent you last night. But that can’t be right, because you still have it. It’s on your chair, isn’t it?
Time has never unfolded so slowly as you watch the man turn his shoulder, presenting a full view of his face only for you to see that his eyes aren’t gorgeously brown. Nose, nothing at all remarkable or unique. His jaw is round instead of the ridiculously cut sharpness you’re so used to seeing.
There’s not a single feature in the man’s face that is as sharp or striking as Marc and Steven and with that realisation time slams forward then resumes its normal pace. Your stomach drops, landing on the sticky flooring near your feet.
You don’t want to be here.
Turning back to your table, you drop off the ordered drinks, as you murmur an apology about needing the loo.
Mumbling ‘excuse me’s and ‘sorry’s as you dash through the throng of crowds, you push your way to the ladies room at the far end of the pub where you find your salvation through the door marked with a silhouette of a woman.
There’s a row of stalls, but you don’t bother checking each for cleanliness the way you usually do. Just make a beeline for the furthest one, thankful that it turns out to be unoccupied. You flip the lock and sit down on the rim of the toilet, eyes flitting over the bits of used gum that’ve been rolled up and tacked onto the cracked tiles. There’s soggy bog roll pooling around your shoes courtesy of a previous visitor, but you scarcely care, too relieved to have some space for yourself to just breathe for the first time this evening, without interruptions or anything to remind you of Gus or Marc or Steven.
That reprieve barely lasts for two seconds.
As if on cue, the main door to the ladies slams open. A group of women pours in, all shouting zealously, and there’s no sound isolation to protect you from hearing every bit of the conversation from where you sit.
“Pet, listen to me. If he loved you, he wouldn’t be lying to you now would he?” comes a shrill, concerned voice.
“It’s not like that. You don’t understand, he was just worried about how I’d take–” Before she even finishes her sentence, another voice cuts in, even shriller than the first.
“No! I don’t care what his excuse is. No partner worth a damn would lie to someone they’re in a relationship with. You need to dump that liar!”
The words plunge into your chest with a painful twist that tears through your insides, making your cheeks and eyes both burn. The universe certainly seems set on hammering some point home tonight, but this is really just a bit unfairly on the nose now, isn’t it?
Hunching over in the cramped space of the stall, you dig your elbows into your knees and hide your face in your hands. You don’t want to be listening to this. Can’t handle it right now. Just can’t.
Quickly, before they have time to say more, you stand and smooth a hand over your clothes and hair, as though making yourself a smidge more presentable might somehow smooth out some of your inner turmoil.
Taking a deep steadying breath, you exit the stall. You hesitate for a moment before approaching the sink and hurriedly washing your hands, not quite willing to sacrifice personal hygiene or the appearance, at least, of normalcy. By now, the group of women have converged on their unlucky friend, cornering her against the far wall as they continue to rant on about lying liars who lie and exactly what liars deserve. (The worst, apparently, as far as these ladies are concerned.)
Oh god. You have to get out of here.
You do, hastily fleeing the loo and fighting your way back to the table. You must look as rough as you feel, because you don’t even have a chance to open your mouth before Poppy shoots you a concerned look.
“Are you alright? You’re white as a sheet.”
“Um… No, actually.” Grabbing the lifeline that’s been offered, you make a dramatic showing of feeling ill, “I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather all day, and it’s really caught up with me now. I’m going to head off early tonight.”
You nod your way through the condolences and well wishes, picking up your handbag and gingerly retrieving Marc’s jacket from the back of the chair as you make your polite goodbyes by rote, and then exit the pub as quickly as possible given the crowd.
Outside, the rain is bucketing down. It’s standard weather for London this time of year, but tonight it feels like one more bit of pointed commentary by the universe, and you huddle miserably under the pub awning.
You just want to go home.
Steven’s place is only two stops away by tube—if you leave now, you can be there in less than eight minutes. But even as you think it, you realise you can’t go to his. As much as you want Steven, want to burrow into the comfort of his embrace and never come out again, that wouldn’t be fair to him.
Instead you unlock your phone and pull up the Uber app.
It’s Friday, in the centre of Soho, and the only Uber that accepted your request is 30 minutes away (having to make a drop that is nowhere nearby, despite what the app is telling you) not to mention the surge in pricing. You confirm anyway, unable to bear the thought of braving the crowded trains for the long commute back to your flat.
Then you wait.
The awning isn’t nearly wide enough to protect you from the rain, and frigid water rebounds off the concrete, splashing onto your feet and legs and soaking through your shoes until your toes are swimming in the cold dampness of your socks.
Marc’s jacket is folded neatly over your arm, still dry. You think about how warm it was in the cab last night, how it smelled of him, but even with the chill seeping through your jumper, you still can’t bring yourself to put it on. For a brief second, you consider going back into the pub where it’s warm and dry, but being cold and wet seems like the preferred option at the moment. It feels like what you deserve.
This is a right proper bloody fucking mess, and it’s all your fault.
You and Marc almost kissed. Might have done if he hadn’t pulled back. You might have betrayed Steven—the man you love. And for what?
You’re attracted to Marc. You can admit that much to yourself.
You try to tell yourself it’s just because you’re attracted to the body he shares with Steven, but you know it’s more than that.
You’ve grown to care about Marc independently of his connection to Steven. You look forward to the quiet mornings you spend with him. Enjoy watching his micro-expressions while you prattle on about your days during breakfast. The small quirk on one side of his lip, when you tell him something he finds amusing. The way he grunts like a displeased pug when he spots another mess that Steven has left in the kitchen.
Impossible though it had seemed to begin, he’s become your friend. There’s no denying that after your ridiculous caper with the fish last night—you’d only go that far for a good friend, a trusted one.
Someone you really care about.
Someone you almost kissed.
You huff out a choked laugh and bury your face in your hands, disgusted with yourself all over again.
But it’s not really even about the almost-kiss, is it? Though that’s certainly bad enough.
It’s about the fact that you’re lying to your boyfriend—mostly by omission, but sometimes also… not. That you’ve been lying to him for so long that it’s somehow become a “normal” part of your everyday life. So routine you’d almost forgotten you were doing it.
It’s about the fact that Marc—your friend Marc—came to you for help, and you were so eager to help him that you didn’t stop to consider the consequences. That now you’ve gone from lying to Steven—your boyfriend Steven—to actively helping to deceive him.
Somewhere along the way, you stopped seeing Marc as the antagonist in the story of your lives together. And now you've allowed yourself to become his co-conspirator against Steven, which is exactly the opposite of what you wanted.
You’re deceiving Steven for Marc. Going along with him because he says it’s better for Steven that way. But is it? Is it really better? You don’t think so, but… you don’t know.
You believe that Marc wants what’s best for Steven.
You believe Steven deserves to know the truth about himself.
Two truths, but incompatible ones. And you’re the one stuck in the middle. It’s an impossible choice. No matter what you do now, you’re going to be betraying someone. Choosing one of them over the other.
And you don’t know how to live with that.
Bile rises in your throat, and you have to close your eyes and swallow hard. You dig your fingers into the material of Marc’s jacket, twisting it in your hands as you curl into yourself.
You’re so caught up in your misery that you barely register the slosh of tires against the rain, looking up just in time to see your Uber pull up to the curb. Hunching your shoulders, you hug the jacket and your bag to your chest, shielding them from the flood of frigid water that drenches you as soon as you leave the protection of the awning, and quickly make your way across the sidewalk.
Climbing hurriedly inside the vehicle, you close the door behind you and set everything on the seat beside you, guiltily smoothing out the wrinkles in Marc’s jacket caused by your rough handling.
“Bloody hell, sweetheart, you’re soaked. That’s London weather for you innit?” the driver remarks, and you look up to see him watching you in the rearview mirror.
He’s not wrong. You feel like a drowned rat, as you catch sight of your reflection in the darkness of the passenger window.
“Same as always, isn’t it?” you manage, hoping that will be the end of the forced pleasantries, and you’re grateful when he hums in agreement and turns his attention to the road.
The air in the car is warm and stuffy after the wet chill of the outside, the leather seat hot and sticky against your back even through your wet jumper. Your face feels overheated, and you lean your forehead against the coolness of the windowpane, staring blindly out through the rain-fogged glass as the car pulls away from the curb.
The evening traffic outside seems endless. The road is chockablock, and you’re stuck in a sea of red and amber tail lights blinking blurrily behind the rain-streaked darkness of the window. Your head rolls against the glass with the rocking motion of the vehicle as it starts and stops with the flow of cars outside, and the old motor rumbles on, making you drowsy.
Worn out from the lack of sleep last night and a day of emotional turmoil, you don’t even notice when your eyes slip close and you drift quietly off to sleep.
The car comes to a halt in the middle of a roundabout. In the rearview mirror, the driver pulls his cap down, covering his eyes and muttering under his breath that “this is as far as we go.”
Looking out the window, you’re confused. There’s nothing you recognize as being anywhere near your flat, but somehow you’re already turning the door handle and stepping out of the car.
You’re in the middle of the road, traffic on all sides of you. Before you have a chance to turn around and protest to the driver, the car is already pulling away, exhaust fumes your only goodbye.
At least it’s stopped raining.
Across the wide street, the St. Martin’s Theatre is lit up in gold. The marquee banner spelling out ‘M.O.U.S.E.T.R.A.P.’ in bright glowing red neon. You start to walk ahead, but nothing is quite as it is or where it should be. Tottenham Court road, which is always busy and buzzing with life, is entirely abandoned. Empty of people.
Next to you, you spot a pastel-coloured bubble tea shop. They’re a dime in a dozen in London, and it does nothing to help you make sense of where you are. It’s not until you reach around the corner and arrive at the familiar teal-coloured facade of Cafe Babka (one of your regular date spots with Steven) that you start to place yourself.
If you turn right up ahead, you’ll reach the British Museum. It is an hour away by tube from your flat. Still, as you make the turn, your building stands there in its square concrete familiarity. You can even see your small balconette on the fifth floor.
There’s a sensation like skipping a track on a record—you don’t remember entering the building or taking the lift up to the fifth floor, but suddenly you’re walking down the hallway to your flat.
Steven is there outside of your door, and the hallway lights up when he greets you with a bright smile and a small wave of his hand. His eyes are as sweet as always when he moves to kiss you.
Then you’re inside your flat, Steven moving with you towards your bed, mouth never leaving yours. Did you unlock the door? You can’t remember, but does it matter? How can you care about details like that when Steven’s lips are on yours like this, soft but hungry.
Somehow, you don’t stumble or run into any of your furniture as he walks you backwards with his kiss, the ottoman and its usual threat to your shins and balance are suspiciously absent. In fact… nothing is where it should be.
You’re disoriented.
Maybe it’s a testament to how good of a kisser Steven is that you’re losing all spatial awareness, but that can’t be the whole explanation. Something is off, but you can’t stop long enough to consider it, too distracted by the way Steven keeps pressing kiss after sweet lingering kiss to your lips, by the heat building low in your belly for him. Can’t stop to think until you find yourself pressed down against the mattress.
Linen sheets stretch endlessly out underneath you, wider than your own double mattress and lower to the ground. There’s sand underneath your foot where it’s hanging off the edge of the bed, and when you look up, you’re met not with your drab white ceiling, but with a large square of wooden planks overhead surrounded by wide open eaves and wooden beams.
This isn’t your flat, it’s Steven’s.
But still… Something's strange. Not quite right. The room seems to swim, lines and contours of the timber overhead blurring together. You drag your eyes to the walls, trying to clear your vision, but no matter how hard you concentrate on the many many books Steven has adorning his dusty shelves, none of them have titles on their thick spines.
That’s not right either.
In fact, everything in Steven’s flat is reversed, like you’re Alice, gone through the looking glass. Shelves that are meant to be on the left are on the right. The kitchen is by the exit instead of the far end. The fish tank looms large over the living room, expanding to eat up half the space of the flat. Gus doesn’t seem to mind though. He’s swimming in happy circles around his new, two-finned tank mate as if he’d never known anything different. Every so often one of them swims close to the corner, and the flash of a reflected fin tricks your eyes into thinking there’s a third fish.
There’s a part of you that wants to pause, take a moment and attempt to make sense of things. But Steven is there, anchoring you to the bed, not giving you a moment to consider your observations or try to connect the dots as he continues to kiss the breath out of you.
His hands are roaming your hips and thighs now, caressing every inch of your flesh that he can reach. One comes up to cup your breast lovingly, your nipple drawing up tight under his palm. Another hand lingers delicately on your throat, and he continues to stroke your hips all at the same time.
It’s good, so good. So much. Overwhelming to the point where you don't even fully register that there are three hands caressing you when, biologically speaking, Steven should only have just the two.
Greedy and determined, those nimble fingers grip into your hips then drift down between your thighs, sliding along the seam of your cunt. Steven groans low and needy against your lips at the wetness he finds there, and he parts your slick folds, gently pressing two fingers into you.
Moaning into his mouth at the pleasurable intrusion, you arch your back in open invitation, encouraging Steven's curled fingers to find that perfect place inside. Aching heat rolls over you in waves, streaming out along your limbs until you’re nearly numb with it. You bend further back, not sure if you're trying to chase the sensation or escape from it. As you do, a warm, firmly-muscled chest presses against your back, and you hear a rasped groan in your ear.
“Fuck, you’re eager for us.”
The tone is brusque and even, rough and warm like sandpaper made of velvet, and nothing like Steven’s. Electric heat shivers up your entire spine because you recognize the owner of the voice.
With a turn of your head, you meet his eyes. It’s all narrowed darkness as Marc holds your gaze for a long moment. His thumb catches under your jaw, tilting you up to him, and then he closes the distance between you, leaning in to press his lips to yours.
Finally.
The brush of lips is soft and measured. Completely unlike Steven’s hungry and eager kisses. Marc has far too much restraint for that. Instead his kiss is slow and controlled, his hand cradling your jaw, thumb caressing your cheeks like he’s savouring the moment. Savouring you.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, an alert pings. A tiny, niggling doubt that makes you wonder what Marc’s doing here, how this can be happening. But you ignore the thought. Don’t question it, because god, you fucking want it. Want him.
Want to be exactly where you are.
You're caught, sandwiched tight between the two of them with little space to spare. Regardless of which way you move, to the front or the back, you only end up closer to them both.
When you push yourself forward, Steven’s fingers slide deeper inside you, his cock twitching against the softness of your stomach. When you push back, Marc’s hardened length meets you, pressing insistently against your lower back as he lazily thrusts against you.
There's nowhere for you to go, and that's fine. Better than fine. It's bloody perfect, because there's nowhere else you'd rather be than trapped between these two men.
Steven licks and nips his way down your breast and stomach in a long line of open-mouthed kisses. White heat tingles and simmers under your skin where his lips have touched, burning you up from the inside out until you’ve all but melted into the mattress from his attentions.
The sharp bump of his nose nudges at the inside of your thighs, and he looks up at you with pleading eyes, begging you to spread your legs for him. Before you even have the chance to comply, Marc’s calloused hands are already there, sliding down and in along the inside of your thighs, spreading them apart until you’re wide open for Steven. The two men moving in perfect simpatico.
Then Steven’s mouth is on you, hot and eager and perfect.
His tongue dips into your pussy without hesitation, licking a wide strip up around your clit and then back down again, and you cant your hips up and onto his tongue. He doesn’t resist. Steven’s always so generous, so trusting and giving in bed. He lets you—encourages you to try and fuck yourself on his beautiful, persistent mouth. Gorgeous, pleasurable heat flickers along your spine, searing into your limbs until you feel it everywhere.
“He’s good with his mouth, huh?” Marc murmurs into your ear, sounding almost admiring.
Opening your mouth, you try to say yes, but your throat is dry with the blinding heat, and nothing comes out, not even a moan. Electricity sparks, shimmering through you with every soft and long lick of Steven’s tongue on you.
You twist your fingers into the bedding beneath you, and the eaves in the ceiling crack and pull around the edges with the motion. The harder you grip the sheets, the deeper the shadowed lines carve into the wood, until they’re giant crevasses, wide enough that you can see the night sky through the gaps.
The pale moon peers down at you, surrounded by bright stars scattered against the blackness. You don’t think you’ve ever seen the stars shine so clear in the light-polluted London sky in all your life, and you dig your fingers in further into the bedding, unwilling to relinquish the view.
“It’s okay. I got you.” Marc’s voice is cajoling and sweet, the same soft tone he used when he held you in his arms to keep you steady on the overground. A part of you wishes he would always speak to you this way. “Think you can come for us?”
You close your eyes, nodding in reply because you think you’d do anything he wanted as long as he asked you so sweetly. Pleasure is already building steadily under the press of Steven’s talented mouth, your orgasm already looming on the horizon.
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good,” Marc murmurs.
Everything is ratcheting higher and tighter inside of you, building and building until it’s almost too much. Too good. The feeling rocketing through you is so overwhelming that you can't think, can't move, can’t speak. Would scream or sob or shriek if you could still fucking breathe.
But somehow you still haven’t fucking come. Your orgasm caught somehow, suspended in limbo. It’s like you waited too long, flew too high, and now you're trapped right on the fucking edge, teetering torturously without ever falling over. Sparks dance at the edge of your vision, and you feel lightheaded like you’re going to pass out.
“Come for us.”
Marc’s voice cuts through the cacophony of competing sensations with that single simple order, and everything else disappears.
Your world narrows. There's only the firm weight of Marc’s body anchoring you to the bed. His low, encouraging voice in your ear, whispering praises. Steven’s mouth working hot and eager against you, and the soft warmth in his eyes as he stares up at you with rapt attention, pupils blown wide.
Static fills your ears, and then you come hard on Steven’s tongue.
The pleasure floods your system, blotting out the rest, until your vision darkens and everything sounds like it’s buried underground.
There’s nothing here. Just emptiness. Darkness a mile wide, like the insides of a music box snapped shut.
Are your eyes still closed?
Slowly, your vision repopulates again. Your surroundings filled in like a child playing with a paint-by-numbers app. The bed. The bookshelves. The fishtank. Steven. Marc.
Marc whose gentle hand cups your cheek, drawing you up to meet his eyes. “How do you want it?” he asks. “You want Steven to fuck you?”
Steven who is still draped between your thighs. His tongue drags over his lush bottom lip, savouring your taste, eyes dark and ravenous as he leans back in to lap gently at you again. He’s nowhere near done with you yet.
You huff out a noise, some strange merger of a moan and a hum, meant to be an affirmative, because of course you want Steven.
But your gaze is fixed on Marc’s face, watching the corner of his lips curve. Not snide, or mocking, never that. It’s the same unfeigned, half-smile you’d seen in front of the fishtank the other night, and your head buzzes with lightheadedness at the sight of it.
“Or you want me?” he asks.
You whine at his question, because you do. Of course you do!
But Steven is right there too, resurfacing from between your legs just barely long enough to press an indulgent kiss to the inside of one of your thighs and ask, "which is it, love? Me?"
He turns his head, nose brushing up against your clit as his mouth parts, licking into you, with a ravenous moan. His words are muffled by your body as he continues to speak, “Or do you want Marc's cock filling you up?"
You don’t answer him. Can’t answer him. It’s an impossible choice.
How can you choose one of them over the other?
Next to you, Marc leans closer, pressing a kiss to your temple, nose dragging along the back of your neck, as he speaks.
“Or maybe our pretty girl doesn’t want to choose, hmm?” His arms are against your sides, bracketed you in as he presses you down with his body. “That’s it isn’t it? You just want everything.”
And god help you, he's right. He's so right. You want them both.
You try to take a deep breath, try to inhale because you want to tell them so, but there’s no air in the room. That should be a problem, you think, but it’s not. Even though you’re not breathing, haven’t breathed for fuck knows how long, you feel fine.
So much better than fine.
You’re weightless, practically floating. Could easily drift away if Marc wasn’t pinning you down. Your orgasm is still pulsing between your legs, warm and insistent, but you can’t feel the pulse in your veins or your heart, even though it should be there beating its way out of your chest.
Marc is still watching you softly. Steven too. You nod at them, have to let them know.
“Greedy girl,” Marc says, voice soft and indulgent in a way that makes the words feel like the highest praise.
Wrapping his fingers around your arm, Marc rolls you onto your side facing him. Strong arms wrap around you, caging you against him, as those dark eyes bore into yours. You can barely imagine that there was ever a time that you used to be intimidated by this man, scared of him even, because all you want now is to be closer to him.
Lucky for you, that’s just what he gives you.
Like he can read your mind, Marc’s hand settles on your hip and slides down, down, down the length of your thigh until his palm reaches the bend of your knee. Warm fingers wrap around the joint and pull, hiking your leg up over his waist, opening you to him. He drops his face down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder, then urges you closer still, slotting one thick thigh into place between yours, watching you all the while.
There was a time when you would have quailed under that direct stare, but when you see that ferocious intensity there now, it sends a skitter of elation down your spine.
Relishing his attention, you preen for him as his hand skims up the back of your raised leg and over your hip. Your eyes follow its path, watching as he takes himself in hand and aligns his cock with your slick wet entrance.
You’re a mess for him, dripping and swollen cunt providing no resistance as the blunt tip of his cock pushes in, slow and measured. Marc is unhurried, barely rocking his hips into you, and it’s maddeningly good. It’s all shivery heat and unbearable pressure as he eases his way inside, not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt.
You can’t remember where you are anymore. Your surroundings blur together, and all you know is the perfect weight of Marc inside you, the warmth of his thighs pressed against yours. It’s just you and him in this place, and you could easily get lost in this, forget everything else, but… Something’s not right.
Something important is missing.
“Wait, wait,” you gasp, turning your head to look behind you, but there’s nothing there. No furniture, no room… nothing. You turn back to Marc, “Where’s Steven? I–I want–”
The question doesn’t have time to settle before everything fades back into existence, the bookshelves, the fishtank, the bed seemingly appear from nowhere. There’s a weight shifting behind you on the mattress, and when you turn to peer over your shoulder again, Steven is there, an adoring smile on his face.
“I’m here, love, right here. Not going anywhere,” he tells you when you clutch at him.
Steven’s chest is pressing up against your back, all solid and firm-cut muscles that you never get to see during the day when he’s half-drowning in his oversized clothes.
He has one hand resting on the curve of your hip, gently pulling you back as he presses in closer behind you. You can feel the fat head of his cock nudging hot and slick along the cleft of your ass.
“Can I? Is that alright, love? Want to be inside you.” His voice is desperate, filled with need, and fuck, who are you to deny the man you love?
You nod, and feel Steven repositioning himself behind you. His hand disappears from your hip, and his cock slides against you with more purpose, spreading precome across your skin as he lines himself up. His mouth skims your shoulder, and the shuddering breath he takes burns pleasantly across your skin before he grips your hip and presses in.
His cock slips into you more easily than you expected, barely easing inside before he retreats, then presses in again, a bit farther this time. His mouth lays hot kisses and tender words across the skin of your shoulder as he works himself inside you slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching you open and filling you to the brim.
If there was any space left inside of you, you’re sure that you would be breathing, but you can’t. Can’t even fit air inside your lungs. And oh fuck, Steven isn’t even all the way inside of you yet. Fuckfuck. You don’t know if you can–
A warm hand comes to your cheek, cupping it with a tenderness that makes your heart ache in your chest.
“It’s alright, you’re alright. You’re doing so good, baby. You can take it for us can’t you?” Marc coos.
You nod with a whine, trying to distract yourself with the softness of Steven’s touch. How he’s palming every inch of your skin he can reach, the slope of your ribs, the curve of your breast. His worshipful mouth on your neck. The softly murmured “I love you”s that he sears into your burning skin with his lips.
And that’s a bit easier.
Between Steven’s profuse adoration and Marc’s encouragement, it’s almost too easy to surrender the last bit of your doubt and give into them both.
“There we go. Good girl,” Marc murmurs. He presses an indulgent kiss to your cheek as a reward, and Steven takes over praising you, “that’s it. I knew you could do it. Knew you could take us both, love.”
Then they begin to move.
It’s a gentle rocking rhythm, barely shifting you back and forth between them, but even that is still so fucking much.
You’re overwrought.
Overfull.
All of you feel overexposed like a tender nerve.
But there’s nothing else for you to do but take it, shaking and shuddering between them as you take everything they have to give you. All you can think about is how full you are of both of them, stretched so thin to your limits to the point that you swear Marc and Steven must be able to feel each other through you with every slow, deep, maddening thrust.
Somewhere in the distance a bell rings. You turn your head and crane your neck, chasing the sound. The motion presses you back against Steven, who is right there, nuzzling into the side of your neck, nose pressed tight against the pulse.
His mouth glides over the side of your throat, hot and slick, and you lose yourself to it. The touch is consuming. The edges of his teeth flirt with your sensitive flesh, and then slowly sink in, biting into your neck. The pleasure is sharp and stinging. It’s almost enough to make you forget.
But the melody of bells ringing from afar grows increasingly louder. You try to ignore it but you are about to rip your hair out at the incessant clang.
“Ignore it,” Marc says. He cradles your face, lips tracing the contours of your jaw. “Focus on us.”
It isn’t hard to follow Marc’s commands. Not when his hips cant up and thrust back into you, a deep and mind-numbing slide. For once, you find yourself only happy to obey his words.
But the sound comes again, and you were wrong before. It's not bells, it's the doorbell buzzing. Someone's at the door.
There’s the sound of metal scraping against wood and then the metallic thump-thump of the lock sliding open. You try to squeeze down on Marc’s shoulder for his attention, but it only seems to spur on Steven who lifts his hips, thrusting himself inside you as deep as he goes.
“Wait,” you gasp, because no matter how good Steven feels inside, you’re still distracted by the stranger trying to get into the flat. “There’s someone at the door.”
“There’s no one at the door,” Marc says, pulling back slightly.
The words have a sharp impatient bite, scolding you in that tone that’s so customary from him. You want to frown, make a snarky retort, but he drives himself deep inside you, and pleasure streaks through your limbs until you nearly scream from it.
There are footsteps approaching.
A shadow stretches out in the corner of your eye.
Soon it looms over you, blocking out the muted light in the room, and the air around you shifts. There’s someone else standing at the end of your bed, observing you. You open your eyes and look up. Raven curls and thick brows that frame those familiar gorgeous brown eyes.
The ringing persists, blaring out. It’s not bells or the door buzzer. It’s a siren, flashing and waving red, warning you of danger.
The man looks like Steven. But you know it’s not him—the warmth and adoration reserved for you in those beautiful brown eyes is entirely absent.
It’s not Marc either. Marc doesn’t look at you like you’re some distant curiosity. You’ve seen annoyance, irritation, even anger reflected back at you in his eyes. But he’s never looked at you like you’re nothing to him.
You realise that now.
Panic grabs hold of you, and you sit up quickly, pulling at fistfuls of the sheets that you desperately cover yourself with. You scoot backwards in the bed, clambering up along the mattress, hands fumbling uselessly behind you, reaching for something to grab onto. You’re expecting the firmness of Marc’s chest, the warm touch of Steven’s hand, but there’s nothing.
When you turn to look, the bed is empty. Marc and Steven are no longer with you.
It’s just you and him now.
The man moves towards you, mouth twisted into a predatory smile. The alarm calls out to you again, but it’s too late to warn you now. You’re already trapped—can’t look away from him.
“Hear that?” His tone is flat, voice is devoid of emotion. It sounds neither like Steven's nor Marc’s voice. “It’s time to wake up.”
He comes to the side of the bed, looming over you as he reaches down.
You flinch back, but he’s too big. Too close.
You can’t escape.
Gripping the covers tight, you hunch into yourself, cowering, trying to brace yourself for whatever he’s going to do to you.
But then he reaches right past you.
Doesn’t touch you at all as he retrieves something from the bookcase at the head of the bed, and lays it gently across your lap.
You look down to see a bundle of brown canvas fabric, all soaked from rain and wrinkly from your rough handling.
It's Marc's jacket.
“Don’t forget this, sweetheart.”
With his words, darkness swamps you and everything disappears. There's no light, no warmth, no space—only a blank void slowly being filled with the soft hum of a motor running and the sounds of traffic honking nearby.
Your eyes are still closed as your consciousness is dragged back to an awareness of the sore stiffness lodged in your neck.
You open your eyes with a startled gasp, and then you have to inhale great lungfuls of air into your heaving chest, possibly the first time you’ve actually taken a breath since– oh. Since you fell asleep. You were dreaming.
Slowly but surely, you become aware of your surroundings. The cracked and dry leather seats, the grey felt of the low ceiling, the complete lack of any naked men in this space with you. You’re in a car—not in Steven’s flat or his bed. You’re still in the Uber.
It was just a dream.
Your skin tingles with the memory of being pressed against warm, firm muscles, and the space between your legs still pulses a phantom ache. The echo of Steven’s mouth on you, Marc’s thick length pressing into you, the overwhelming fullness of having them both inside you at once makes you throb. Your face is burning.
You glance at the front seat where the driver seems oblivious. Absent-mindedly you notice that he isn’t wearing a cap as you pray to the universe that you didn’t make any embarrassing sounds during your semi-public sex dream about being manhandled into a threesome by your boyfriend and his alter.
Dear god, what the fuck is wrong with you!?
The sound of bells fills the air just like before, and for a moment you wonder if you’re still trapped in the dream.
“Hey, sweetheart, your phone is ringing.”
The words jolt you from your thoughts. You’re an idiot. It’s not alarm bells, it’s your bloody ringtone.
Grabbing for your handbag, you plunge your hand inside, fumbling blindly until you finally manage to locate your phone. You quickly fish it out, swiping a thumb across the screen to answer.
“Hello?”
“Hi, love. It’s– uhm, it’s Steven.” His voice comes through the phone, nervous and rambling, and it instantly sends your anxiety skyrocketing. “I’m sorry, I know it’s late, and you’re out with colleagues, and I’m sorry, I didn’t want to disturb, but I didn’t know who else to call–”
“Steven!” you interrupt when he shows no signs of getting to the point. It comes out louder and harsher than you intend, and you then force yourself to soften your voice as you encourage him to gather his thoughts, “It’s okay, Steven. Just– What did you need?”
“Could you… um… Could you come over tonight, please? I need to talk to you.”
Dedication: to my one and only, the ewe to my ram, my beloved who stays up with me until 4am (her time) to discuss the significant differences between precum and precome (and how the latter clearly denotes sophistication and class 😂😂😂) to our crazy asses that extended this from a three parter to a five parter then an eight and ten parter and now we're looking at twelve parts and if there is more to come then god help us all. I love you always @thirstworldproblemss. xx
i knew she was dreaming the moment she described where she was but still I WAS CONFUSED LMFAOOO and yeah i had my hand on my mouth as i read throughout the entire dream scene 🫢
can't wait for the next chapter!!! I'm excited to see how it will gooo
Did steven notice the imposter Gus or was he now aware of the fact that she's lying to him and that 'he' has an alter????????
I'M SO INVESTED IN THIS STORY OMG (literally the moment I've read the first chap)
Content: Even after Steven tried to persuade you to reconsider making the culprits pay, you went and paid them a visit days later to avoid being caught by him. However, things took a turn for the worse when you inadvertently inhaled the drug you were supposed to avoid.
Warning: Drugs, Vulgar Words, Angst, Sexual Content, Descriptive Sex, Mentioned Alcohol Consumption, Sex in Public, Begging, Violence, Blood, Teasing, Reader a bit too much (idk you guys will be the judge)
"Are you okay?" Layla's worried voice was almost inaudible as the deafening music continue reverberate throughout the entire space. It was getting horribly worse by the minute, and the crowd's yelling and hasty movements only added to the spinning of your head.
The disco lights, which usually get you hyped up when you go out to a public party, are incredibly annoying and harshly blinding this time. Having them pass your eyes makes you want to poke them out, and you're not sure if it's just you, but it seems to be getting brighter every time the lights turn to you.
Your condition was already deteriorating even before you came here. You were incredibly lightheaded, your bleary vision kept splitting, perspiration ran down your face uncontrollably, sounds became distorted, your limbs felt heavier than usual, and minor physical contact caused your breath to hitch. Even though you knew it was a stupid idea, you still decided to accompany Layla to the party to which she had been invited.
You only went with her because you felt bad about the last time. However, Steven was unable to attend due to work obligations, leaving only you to accompany Layla.
"What's going on? Did you drink too much? Should I call Steven?" Layla tilted her head downwards to look at you, the dim lighting highlighting her features. Your head was uncomfortably low and your eyes were closed, trying so hard to gather the strength to keep your crossed legs from clenching. You knew why you were acting this way, you knew why you wanted to be touched badly right now, too bad it's starting to hurt. Your face contorted in discomfort when the feeling was just not subsiding. You assumed that because you were an avatar, you would be able to hold it together and that it wouldn't affect you too much, but it only enhanced it.
And God, Anubis was not happy about it.
You knew you were done the moment the powder hit your face. But you tried to convince yourself and the god that you hadn't inhaled it and that you were quick enough to avoid it...but Anubis was enraged.
Despite the fact that you had sent five souls to him, he was still angry at your carelessness and felt that you should have done better. So, in order to punish you, he did nothing to help you get off the drug.
'You should have known the consequences of seeking vengeance for such illogical reasons.'
Even though you agreed with him in some ways, you argued that what you did was in fact reasonable. You did it for Steven and the other unfortunate victims, and not for yourself.
You quickly ran your tongue across your lips to moisten them before looking at Layla, whose eyes, even in the dim light, were clearly filled with concern. "I-I'm fine....I just need to go to the loo, yeah," you lied, your voice breathy and barely leaving your mouth. Layla said something between 'Steven' and 'coming,' but you couldn't quite hear it due to the distortion and your struggle to stand up.
When she was about to help you stand up, you waved your hand to reassure her. She was perplexed by your behavior and had offered earlier when you were only leaving if you didn't want to come with her, but you had overestimated yourself and were now regretting it. Your hooded eyes searched for the loo from where you stood, pulling a small forced smile for Layla so she wouldn't be too concerned.
You briefly closed your eyes and parted your lips in response to the minor friction created by pressing your thighs together. The ache in your core is becoming unbearable, and you're convinced you'll collapse if you don't act quickly. You stumbled towards the bathroom, taking care not to bump into anyone or cause a scene. But with each step, you can feel your energy draining from you, and the room felt like it was in the middle of the ocean.
When Layla tried to follow you behind, you raised your hand and told her you were fine. You returned your hands to your side, slightly gripping the same dress you wore when Steven was in your shoes, once you were certain she had returned to the couch where you both spent the majority of your time here drinking and away from people.
'Be cautious, you are vulnerable right now. This pit is filled with vile creatures. If you continue to refuse any assistance offered by your peers, you will end up in the hands of a predator. And you know what I will do if that happens.'
Anubis' menacing voice echoed inside your head, and it was the only thing you could hear clearly aside from the horrible music being played here. You nodded languidly, not really having the energy to speak.
Because the place was dark and the only light source was disco lights, you sneakily palmed yourself when you couldn't fight the urge any longer. You immediately bite your lip to keep from making any noise, even though you doubt anyone will be able to hear it.
Although you were still fully clothed, and the fabric of Steven's dress is thick, it soothes your aching core just a little bit, but it was still insufficient. So you whined when you had to stop so you could get to the bathroom faster, but you visibly flinched when someone got in your way and grabbed your wrist.
And you immediately heard Anubis growl venomously.
"Hey there, I saw you with your friend over there and I just want to tell you that you're hot." A complete stranger tightened his grip on your hand, making you wince, and when you tried to take it back, he just pulled you closer, making your face plant on his chest. As you smelt him reek of beer and cigarettes, your nose scrunched up in disgust. When you looked up to see him, your still-unfocused vision made it difficult to recognize him. "You look a little woozy, want to come to my place to freshen up?" With a hideous smirk on his chapped lips, he tried to lean in closer to kiss you when you swiftly punched him in the face.
As he stumbled backwards, clutching his bleeding nose, his grip on your waist and wrist loosened. "What the fuck?!" he screamed, his shocked wide eyes staring at you as you tried to gather every ounce of energy you could muster. You closed your eyes for a moment to see him properly, and seeing that seeping crimson blood pour out and stain his hands made you smirk. Fortunately, only a few people were drawn to your scene because the music was still louder than the man's voice.
"Crazy bitch!" The man's voice broke as he glared back at you, seeing his blood-splattered hands; if you were in a normal state right now, you'd laugh at how he looks like he's about to cry. Instead, you just stared at him deadpan, your chest heaving and beads of sweat running down your face and down to your chest.
He scowled, staring at you from head to toe before beginning to walk backwards to flee, but he scoffed before he could leave your sight. "I'm not fucking done with you, slut," as if meant to be a threat, came out exactly the opposite, causing the few people who were staring at you both to snicker. And with that, he quickly fled, and you dashed to your destination. People gave you dirty looks as you walked clumsily towards the restroom, as if you were some drunk gal. But what's ironic is that you were completely alcohol-free. You didn't even drink those with high alcohol content because you were too busy fighting off the fucking drug.
You softly gasped, closing your eyes for a moment before feeling yourself dripping down your tights, throbbing painfully from the lack of attention. "God, I need you Steven," you breathed, a choked sob tearing from your throat as your vision dimmed and you tripped on the hard floor. Hissing, you scratched your knee as you struggled to prop yourself up.
You shouldn't have left your apartment in the first place. You should've told Steven the truth from the start. You should've been more cautious, and now you're struggling to find a place to touch yourself because, oh fuck, you don't think you can go another second without satisfying your sex drive.
As you were about to open the bathroom door, gentle, shaking hands caught your shoulders.
'Finally! What took this imbecile so long to appear?'
"Hiya," Steven's hands were frantic as he tried to stay calm while searching your entire figure for signs of injury. His hands softly rested on your flushed-damped cheeks, his big doe eyes wide with genuine concern. "Layla called and told me there was a problem, love," he said, slightly raising his voice to be heard over the loud music.
"Are you hurt? Please tell me if you're—ah bloody hell, let's get out of here first, yeah?" Steven gave you a small smile before pulling you closer to him as he craned his neck searching for an easier exit. You were staring at him openly the entire time. Your gaze wandered over his face, which was illuminated by colorful lights, making him look goddamn gorgeous. Everything went faint, and all you could hear clear was the pounding of your heart.
"Steven." You murmured.
"Yeah?" He looked down at you, who was safely tucked between his arms, stroking your hair with one hand while the other rested on your back, careful not to let strangers touch you. Steven's brow furrowed in worry as he noticed your hooded eyes and how you were drenched in sweat and panting like you'd run a marathon. You continued to mumble, attempting to explain, but your words had become slurred and all you could do was grip Steven's shoulders. He was still dressed in his work clothes; did he just leave his shift? You're pretty sure his shift wouldn't be over in an hour.
"Need...you."
Steven's face faltered and his eyes widened as he realized what had happened. He now knew what was going on because of how you looked, how you acted, how your pupils were blown, and how you shuddered when he caressed your back. And he knew it was worse than before. You expected him to become enraged at your stubbornness and secrecy, but instead his face softened and he frowned. "Oh my poor love," he cooed as he lovingly ran his knuckles down your cheeks. When you felt the touch, you closed your eyes and lowered your head to his shoulder before softly grinding on him.
"Please." You quietly sobbed.
"I know, I know, I'm here," he whispered, breathing heavily as you pressed yourself closer to him. He put his hand on your waist before turning to face you, blaming himself for allowing this to happen. You wouldn't have gotten involved if he hadn't been so nosy in the first place. "It's okay, let me take care of you. Let's go home first—"
"No, baby, I can't. It hurts, please." Hearing you whimper made Steven swallow hard, and he couldn't say no especially in your condition. He took a deep breath and looked around for something before taking you somewhere else. You didn't bother looking or asking where he was taking you because his scent was so relaxing that it kept you distracted in the meantime. You only opened your eyes when you heard Steven open a door and lead you inside to what appears to be a large walk-in pantry room.
A faint lock on the door echoed throughout the room. The music outside was surprisingly muffled, and your heavy breathing was on top of that. Steven let go of the doorknob, and you slammed your lips against his, capturing him in a rough and desperate kiss before he could fully turn to face you. At first, he was taken aback by your pressing your body impossibly close against him, causing his back to hit the door.
You feel incredibly hot. Even though Steven's mismatched clothes were layered and thick, he could feel you like he was bare naked. His hands rushed to your waist, gasping as you continued to grind against his growing erection. "Wait, love," he breathed, his words barely audible as your mouth refused to leave his. You were too drunk to hear him, too preoccupied with how he tasted, the swell of his reddish lips, his slick tongue, which still tasted like the tea he usually drinks at work. Steven quietly moaned as your tongue licked his bottom lip before seductively sinking your teeth into it.
"Gotta have you now, baby," you mumbled, sloppily kissing his jaw all the way down to his neck as you hastily unbutton his now wrinkled clothes. Steven threw his head back, slightly tilting it to give you more space, resulting in a small thud on the door. "Shit," Steven gasped as you nibbled on his exposed collarbone, successfully removing some of his clothes and tossing them to the ground. You didn't even bother taking your clothes off because you're too focused on needing to feel Steven right now.
Steven's large hands grasped your ass, lifting you so you're much closer, not that you weren't already, and can roll your hips better at this new angle. A pleasured moan rip itself from your throat as you fumbled on unbuckling his belt, but before you could even remove it and finally ease the pooling and aching entrance between your legs, Steven grabbed your wrist, causing you to stop and look back up at him. When you saw Steven's face, you felt a wave of worry wash over you; his eyes were hooded and he looked like a mess, but what you're worried about is what he'll say. Was he uncomfortable? Did he want to stop? Was he asking for you to stop?
Steven was still gathering himself, chest rising and falling, mouth slightly agape, wild locks dangling from his head as he let go of your wrist. You panicked, your breath caught in your throat as you jumped off of him and took a few steps back, causing him to furrow his brow in surprise and confusion. "I'm sorry," you breathed as you brought your trembling hands to your face. The last thing you want to do is make Steven uncomfortable, and you're afraid you might have already done so. "I'm sorry, love," you frowned, your eyes welling up with tears as you began to shake your head in disappointment at yourself.
"What...?" Steven's face contorted in utter confusion, and then it hit him, his eyes widening in concern as he immediately approached you. "No, no, love," he shook his head, his brows arched upwards as he lovingly stroked your hair away from your face, wiping away your sweat. "I didn't mean it that way, yeah?" he cooed, his hands framing your flushed cheeks. Through thick lashes, those sweet coffee eyes filled with warmth gazed at you with affection. His immediate explanation pulled you out of the spiral that would've devoured you whole; now, aside from the discomfort you were feeling down there, a huge relief embraced you as your thought was proven wrong.
"If you want to stop, you can tell me okay?" Your voice quivered as you held both of his hands, telling him it was fine if he refused. If he did, it's not the end of the world; perhaps it is, but there is such a thing as self-pleasure, so you could try that instead. "I don't," he said, a smile tugging on his swollen lips, "You're suffering, my love, and I'm here to help you just like you did to me." He kissed your forehead softly. "Bloody hell, I know how you feel, so why would I leave you alone?"
"Don't do this because you believe you owe me anything, Steven."
"I'm not."
Before you could respond, Steven had you in a slow and passionate kiss, much gentler than before. "We can talk about it later, I just want to help my baby first, yeah?" He smiled against your lips before biting them and asking to be let in. You nodded slightly before allowing his tongue to enter your mouth, fervently exploring every part as if memorizing it. Steven cupped the back of your neck to deepen the heated kiss as he slowly walked you both until your back was against a shelf.
Steven's deft hands roughly gripped both the back of your thighs, lifting them up and wrapping them around his waist. This allowed him to press his hips against you even more, making you gasp as you felt his hardness on your pulsating entrance. This small act made you feel like putty, prompting you to steady yourself by clutching Steven's shoulders. "So wet," Steven chuckled deeply, and if his hips rocking weren't enough to send shivers down your spine, his baritone voice certainly did.
You whined about Steven breaking the kiss, but you used it to breathe because you failed to notice that you were running out of oxygen. Steven left wet kiss trails from your jaw to your exposed chest, his hands lovingly maneuvering up and down your curves. "I'm starting to think that this dress has something to do with this," he joked before biting his lip as he felt your hips grind against him harder. You responded with a chuckle, knowing exactly what he meant.
Your nails dug deeper into his shoulders, feeling like you can come just by you both grinding at each other. But you want to feel Steven first, to be filled up by him and to have him take care of you. Steven could tell you were getting impatient by the look on your face, so he checked the door to make sure it was locked and no one was outside before molding both your lips together again. "Turn around, love," he whispered in your ears as he drew away. The request made you clench even harder, and you nodded before looking at the door as well, worrying at first but the music was loud enough to drown out your moans if you both got too loud.
Steven let go of your legs and gently lowered you to the ground before assisting you in turning around. You immediately pressed your back against him, aching from the lack of friction, as impatient as you were. Steven couldn't help but smile; he always finds you so attractive when you're in desperate need. You bit your lip, briefly closing your eyes, feeling you weren't the only one who was desperate, "God, Steven, I need you now," you whined again as you steadied yourself by firmly gripping the shelves. Steven frantically nodded, apologetically kissing your shoulder before unbuckling his belt and removing his pants along with his boxers.
He quickly yanked your skirt up before pulling down your already soaked knickers, seeing you like this made his cock twitch in anticipation. His heart felt like it was going to rip out of his chest; having you like this still feels new to him, despite the fact that you've both done it countless times before. Steven's slightly trembling hands rested on your waist, gently pecking your shoulders and neck with sweet and soft pecks. As your heart pounded in your ears, you closed your eyes and felt Steven behind you, slightly gasping as his tip tauntingly brushed past your throbbing wet folds.
Steven exhaled sharply in preparation, and as he licked his wet lips languidly, he finally slipped inside of you. The entire room was filled with gasps, and Steven closed his eyes as he easily bottomed out. "Gah darling," he choked, his grip on your waist tightening as he struggled to gathered himself. You were almost embarrassed by how wet you were that he could easily slip in, but you were too busy moaning his name and gripping the shelf until your knuckles turned ghost white to notice. "Yes, that's it," you murmured, your heartbeat quickening as you felt so full and feel him twitch inside of you.
Nothing is romantic right now, not the location, not your situation, but all you could feel was Steven's love and devotion.... and his thick girth inside of you.
"Please baby," You begged.
You didn't have to beg Steven a second time before he finally pulled until only the tip of him was inside of you before roughly rutting back in. This causes you to let out a lewd cry, and you're certain that if anyone is nearby, they'll hear you loud and clear. Steven threw his head back as he found a rhythm that made your knees buckle uncontrollably, the polar opposite of his gentle kiss earlier. It's as if Steven flipped a switch, releasing a merciless and feral version of himself that's only pure carnal.
"Fuck—" A moan escaped your throat as you began to feel the building violent orgasm that only Steven can induce.
He's fucking railing you inside a stranger's pantry room and he gives zero shit about it.
As white spots began to obscure your vision, your eyes closed tightly. Your mouth dropped open, and the only sounds that came out were pornographic moans and Steven's name, which was chanted like a prayer. "'S good, my love," Steven groans, perspiration falling down his tanned skin as he became more aroused by seeing you squirm from behind.
You painfully arched your back, feeling his cock slam against your cunt over and over again, relieving the pain that had you stressed earlier. You tightened your grip on the shelves even more, afraid that it would break as it continued creaking. If Steven fucking you from behind wasn't enough, he began rubbing your already sensitive clit with his one hand until he was sure you'd reach your climax before him. "Steven!" you cried out, briefly glancing down at his working hands before squirming again, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and incredibly tight.
The melody of wet sounds, both of your moans and grunts, skin sloppily slapping against each other, has led to your earth-shattering orgasm. You could feel your legs becoming useless as you've come hard, and Steven's other hand kept you from collapsing. "Shit—shit, wait—" you sobbed, trembling as Steven kept working, not allowing you to relax after your first intense orgasm.
Everything is electrifying, every fiber in your body feels like it's being showered with pure pleasure, and you're a moaning mess as a result. Your screams are music to Steven's ears, causing his hips to stutter as he feels his own release approaching like the speed of light. "Do you feel good, love?" Steven asked, his voice croaky and breathless, God he sounds so hot. After you didn't respond, a proud smirk crept up his face, proving that he had literally fucked you senseless and that he was able to pleasure you like there was no tomorrow.
You arched your back in ecstasy and attempted to angle your hips upward for Steven, but he quickly set it back down, almost offended that you were about to disrupt the rhythm he had established for both of you. Tsk, he can be demanding at times, but admit it or not, that just makes you want him more. "Fuck me, Steven. Fill me up," you enticed, making it as sexual as possible to see how he'd react. And he didn't disappoint, cursing under his breath and strained chuckling before throwing his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing with the dangling of his locks.
"Come for me again before I do." Even if you couldn't see him, you could tell he had a mischievous grin on his inebriated features. This caused you to lower your head, hitting the shelves as you bit your lower lip harshly. He must have sensed you approaching another climax, and he won't dare to finish if you haven't yet.
You writhed and mewled in response to Steven's nails leaving crescent shapes on your reddened thighs and waist. "Too—much." A high-pitched moan left your gaping mouth as you felt the room spin and your legs go numb as you released for the second time, followed by Steven not long after. You struggled to open your eyes, tears obscuring your vision as you tried to focus. Steven's come flowing inside of you and dripping out of you made you shudder in satisfaction..
"Love," Steven mumbled, panting as he leaned over to you, his chest gently resting on your back as he slowly turned your face to look at him. Those caramel eyes peered through those heavy lids and lashes at you, causing a smile to form on your lips. "Y-You okay?" Steven asked, almost concerned, as you struggled to control your erratic breathing. "Yes, baby," You happily replied, making him feel pleased that he had returned the favor to his beloved girlfriend. He gave you a quick kiss on the lips and a much longer one on the shoulder. "Let's get you cleaned up," he giggled, slightly giddy and embarrassed as he noticed the mess you both made and the location you both were in.
But before he could pull out of you, he noticed something that made him hold his breath. You furrowed your brows at him, asking him what was wrong, but he didn't respond, instead reaching for your right hand, which was still resting on a shelf. "Did...Did I hurt you?" Steven's voice was thin, and his face was flushed with fear; you could also feel him tense behind you. Your eyes widened slightly, and you took his hand in yours as a reassurance, "No baby, I injured myself earlier." You didn't notice that the punch you gave the man earlier had severely bruised your hand.
"What, why?" Steven's gaze darted from your hand to your eyes, and the worry remained. "There was this man—"
"Somebody hurt you?!"
"Steven, chill," you chuckled, but Steven's unhappy expression didn't change, so you cleared your throat and placed a soft kiss on his palm, hoping he'd relax. "I punched the guy because he was an ass and tried to touch me....well, he did—but!" You immediately gave him a look to let you finish when you felt his hand tightening its grip on yours. "I took care of it. He couldn't do anything else to me. It's all right, Steven." You gave him a warm smile, one of the warmest you could muster, but Steven just stared at you blankly, as if that wasn't enough explanation.
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at you; it's not you he's doubting, but the man you told. You were a hot mess earlier, and there was no doubt that someone could have abused you. He was already spiraling when Layla called and told him the details, and your words only confirmed his worst fears.
But instead of interrogating you any longer, Steven smiled before kissing your sweaty brow. "Okay," He said softly, stroking your hair as you both hum contentedly. "I trust you,"
'It's the fucker that I don't,' Steven swore in his head, pretending to be calm about the situation.
You nodded at him, grinning and biting your lower lip as you took in your surroundings, muffled music still playing outside and a lot of disembodied chattering. You looked up at Steven, who was still staring at you, lost in your beauty as he always did, and said, "It's a good thing no one was hungry," referring to the pantry room. "Oh, love, I don't think so. There was a lot of twist at the knob, and it's a good thing I've got 'em keys," he smirked, making you look over the shelf at a gleaming pair of keys.
Your jaw dropped in disbelief as you returned your gaze to him, who was laughing uncontrollably. "Good thinking," you said, unable to hide your laughter and surprise from him. Steven gently wiped your hair strands away from your face, and you leaned in for his touch, despite the fact that looking at him from behind is beginning to strain your neck. "Of course, I wouldn't want our session to be interrupted, and I would never let anyone else see you so beautiful like this," he said looking at you up and down, causing a faint blush to appear on your face. "This is solely mine and mine alone," he declared before leaning in and kissing you once more.
~
It was midnight, and the streets of London were deserted, except for one, which five loud women were taking.
Their high heels clacked irritably and their stentorian voices can make one's eardrum explode. The women were adorned in a variety of sparkly party dresses and jewels that would stand out in a club, where they were from, and even more so in the dark alleyway where they were now going.
They were laughing and telling stories about their sex lives that seemed to go on forever. They were discussing how one of them flexed that she had slept with more guys than the rest of them in a week.
They were blood-curdling and a sore in the eyes, especially those of you watching them from above.
'I expected more when you discussed that you were interested in giving some new souls in the underworld. However, I did not expect it to come from these....things.'
Anubis grumbled, almost pissed behind you, crossing his arms and not looking at the women babbling below. He was excited that you were returning to action after a long absence, but his joy was short-lived when he learned why.
You rolled your eyes, glancing at him briefly before returning your gaze to the women who made you roughly dig your nails into the concrete you were hiding from, causing small amounts of blood to seep out. "If you're so annoyed, leave. I didn't ask for you to come." You spat, irritated that he couldn't stop complaining about your idea that he called stupid but still stayed with you.
'Still as impudent as ever. Perhaps I should forbid you from interacting with the avatar of that old bird. They are not a good influence.'
"So are you," you grumbled lowly, knowing he could hear you because he was inhabiting your body after all. Anubis snapped his jackal-head towards you, his slit eyes widening, offended that you referred to him as such. From behind, you could hear him grumbling and throwing a small temper tantrum, but you chose to ignore it and instead prepared to interrupt the women's night walk.
"This had become my favorite, you don't have to worry about anything 'cause they'll all turn to jelly anyway," Squealed a girl with great pride, holding a plastic bag filled with cream-white powder and proudly showing it off to her friends. If they can see you right now, they'll see the fire that's raging in your piercing eyes because of her claim.
"I know, yeah?—Reb, and that challenge of yours was fun to do. Did it with Larry and, gosh, the man's great." Another woman bit her lip as she told her story, moaning in remembrance of her little adventure. They just keep giving reasons why they're better off gone, causing the corner of your lip to raise. After they passed by your hiding spot, you propped yourself up and quickly jumped down from the rooftop you were on, taking care not to make any unnecessary noises.
"It's fun, innit? Except for that one guy—"
"Yeah, Steven Grant! Such a party pooper."
Once you heard your sweet boyfriend's name came out their filthy mouths, you felt your ear ring and your muscle tense.
'Tear them to pieces. Rip out their internal organs and bring them to me.'
Anubis didn't have to say anything because that was exactly what you were planning. You rose to your feet slowly, a burning glare following their walking figures. You ran into the shadows as quickly as you could, using them to your advantage to catch up to them until you were right next to them. The adrenaline surge made your lips curl into a smile, missing how it felt and how it made you incredibly manic.
"Yeah, what happened to him, Reb? Thought you were the one who wanted to take him?" A lady eyed her friend almost judgmentally while lowering her neon-green triangle shades down to her nose. "I saw him at work the next day, seemed totaaaally fine," she added, scoffing as if it offended her that the drug 'didn't work' on Steven.
You came to a halt, struggling to keep from jumping on them as you turned to the right, waiting for them to take that route so it would appear that you were waiting for them. With hearing that are heightened due to being the avatar of a jackal-headed deity, you were able to hear every word that came out their mouth.
'It is not like you to take your time catching a prey, but it is kind of fascinating to witness these lambs get mauled by the claws of an awaiting predator.'
"I'm not sure, but I was sure he consumed it. Just a bummer that he might've done it with someone else." Reb, the woman they asked, slumped her shoulders and pouted annoyingly, as if she was heavily disappointed that she couldn't take the shot with Steven.
"Just try again next time, if you want to, Reb. I can make sure he caves."
"What next time?"
The women's giggles were silenced when they finally saw you after turning to a building. They appeared surprised that someone was out this late, but also irritated that someone was listening in on their conversation. Reb raised an eyebrow at you, attempting to appear intimidating. Your gaze darted from her other friends to her, and you stood up straight from your crossed arms leaning position and faced them completely. "Can we help you?"
"Look, girl, we ain't got cash, are you lost or something?"
"When's the next time?" you asked, tilting your head slowly and staring at them all blankly. Knowing exactly who they are based on Steven's description. The ladies exchanged confused glances, brows furrowed and noses scrunched. "What?" they asked again, almost simultaneously. You expelled a sharp breath, annoyed and enraged. Reb looked down at your balled fist, then gave her friend a look that said, 'we need to go,' but her friend, Lila, just shook her head in confusion.
As they were about to say something, you recited all the names they're all too familiar with, emphasizing Steven's name, eliciting a shocked expression on all of their heavily makeup-covered faces. "How did you know that? Are you a stalker or something?" Lila asked, raising her voice and grasping her shoulder bag.
"We don't know what you're talking about," Reb said wide-eyed to her friend, attempting to cover up their lies but failing because her dear friend revealed them. "Okay," you kept your gaze on Reb's, knowing that the way she breathes heavily can reveal a lot about her. Alisa attempted to push you away and began to grab some of her friend's arms and pull them away from you. "Who's idea is this?" you blatantly asked, your coldness radiating from your already heavy presence. They were all whispering to each other and ignoring you, but Reb was looking back, concerned that their dirty play would be discovered.
When they got a few feet away from you, you started chanting through gritted teeth. Keeping your gaze fixed on their figures, a true predator. Anubis, who was standing on a roof above you, was taken aback by what you were doing, summoning a jackal—jackals, which you had never done before as an avatar. As he growled in pride, his animal-sharp teeth appeared.
You could finish it simply by standing there. Do what you enjoy most, sucking the life force from their bodies with the power Anubis bestows on you, but they don't deserve a quick exit. None of them do.
Some of the girls shrieked as the previously calm air became torrential, causing leaves to be snatched from their branches and a lot of litter on the ground to make noise. Reb's knees buckled when she looked back at you, seeing how your eyes were painfully wide and you were mumbling something she couldn't understand. "Reb, what's going on?" Julie gripped her friend's shoulder, terrified of the sudden change in atmosphere. "Fuck, she a witch or somethin'?!"
'Worse.'
As they began to accelerate, two Egyptian-jackals appeared in front of them, prompting the women to rapidly return to you. The jackals stayed put, despite the fact that they were starving and tempted to rip them apart. High-pitched screams rang in your ears as they approached you again, but stopped in the midway because they refused to get any closer to you. The jackals were petrifying, dangerous, animalistic, and cold in their eyes, just like you.
"Do you want me to ask again?" you asked, taking a few fearful steps forward. You've never used your abilities for personal gain, but these women have crossed the line. "It's Rebecca!" Three of them immediately throw their friend under the bus, pushing Reb into you and causing her to fall to the ground. "Bitch!" she hissed, her palms and knees scratched by the hard ground. Reb's breath caught in her throat as your shadow loomed over her; trembling, she looked up. Her cheeks were flushed from tears, and her eyeliner was dripping down her cheeks.
"The fuck you want?!"
Her voice made your nails dig deeper into your palms, so you violently grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her to stand up. "Steven Grant. You know him, yeah?" enraged, you whispered your boyfriend's name in her ear as you let her face her huddled friends. Reb screamed in agony as her scalp began to bleed, tears streaming down her cheeks. When she didn't respond, you squeezed your hand even tighter. "Yes, I know him!" she sobbed loudly, looking around for help but finding none.
"He's my fucking boyfriend, you nasty bitch."
"I'm sorry! I didn't know.-please let me go." Reb begged desperately, her nails digging into your skin as she tried to break free from your death grip. You inhaled sharply and turned to her friends, "Does she know?" You scoffed, doubting that she didn't know he was taken because Steven usually called you whenever he had time at work. Reb's eyes widened as the girls vigorously nodded.
"Let us go! It's all her fault," whimpering Lila as a salivating jackal barked at her. "Fuck I'm afraid of dogs!" she sobbed uncontrollably, covering her ears as the jackals growled incessantly. The corner of your lips raised, and the burning in your chest persisted. "Okay," you said to them, who was as pale as a ghost, "you can go," and returned your gaze to the girls, whose faces were filled with hope. The girls scurried away as the jackals yielded when you signaled them to. They were screaming for help and almost tripping, which made you snicker.
You slowly returned your gaze to Reb, who was staring at you with wide eyes filled with tears, pleading for mercy. You scoff bitterly at the hope that filled her eyes the moment the girls escaped. She doesn't really think you'll let any of them go, does she? Not after going so far as to summon Anubis' jackals.
With rough and calloused hand, you grabbed her jaw, forcing her back to look in the direction of the jackals and her friends, eliciting a pained whimper from her. Reb closed her eyes in fear of what you were about to show her, "Dare to close your eyes, and I'll pluck them out." She opened her eyes almost painfully in an instant. Then you turned your head to look at the jackals, you began to mouth words to the awaiting jackals, a sinister smile appeared on your lips.
"Fetch."
~
You looked up at Steven, your heart painfully pounding inside your ribs as you waited for him to react, but he just sat there, staring into nothing as he tried to process the information you'd given him. "Baby, I need you to say something," you said softly, your face flushed with anxiety.
When he asked once, you decided to tell him everything, and so you came clean, pushing all negative thoughts aside and choosing to tell him everything that happened. Steven and you were still inside the pantry room, now fully cleaned and clothed. He was the one who cleaned, not letting you do anything while he took care of you. Now you were both on the ground, you sitting sideways on Steven's lap while he massaged your aching legs.
You whispered his name again, hoping that this would break him out of his trance. Steven cleared his throat and apologized for his lapse in concentration. He immediately looked at you and caressed your shoulder with one hand while gently squeezing your thigh with the other. "Well, I—uh. I don't— I actually don't know what to say," he admitted, taking a deep breath before running his tongue across his lower lip.
"I'm sorry," an almost regretful sigh escaped your mouth.
Steven only nodded, his gaze fixed on his hands, which were gently stroking your legs. "Me too. You know you didn't have to do that," he sighed again before raising his chin and not looking at you. This made your heart tighten, assuming that he's starting to dislike you.
Sweet Steven had always seen all of your sides, even the ones you weren't aware of. He knew how bloodthirsty you were in battle, he knew your past and why Anubis chose you to be his avatar, Steven knew your hands were dripping with crimson blood and yet he stayed to help you clean them.
Can that be changed? Through one night of secrecy? One night of going behind his back? But the reason was for him, so you have no regrets....right?
You took your hands off his chest and slowly brought them up to your chest, concerned about how this conversation would end. "You shouldn't have done that." His voice was quiet and emotionless, adding to the anxiety you were already experiencing. Though you expected him to rant about you being a murderer and all, his hands moved at a leisurely pace, soft and delicate against your touch-starved skin.
"I know, I'm sorry-"
"And you shouldn't apologize." Your briefly closed eyes opened as Steven's warming gaze loomed over you, and despite the fact that the room was only lit by an amber soft light, you could clearly see his features. "Because I don't want you to be guilty about something that has nothing to do with you, my love." He took one of your hands and brought it to his face, softly kissing between the spaces your knuckles...the same hand that you used to punish Reb. "And I don't want you to spiral again, so stop with the thoughts, okay?" he added, raising both his eyebrows as a small warning.
"So you're not disgusted by me, even after doing those things?" you asked, hoping to put your cynicism to rest. Steven chuckled softly before squeezing your hand. "Are you joking me?" You shrugged your shoulders slightly. "Honesty, Steven," You looked down at your hands, which were now encasing his. Steven is probably the most honest person you've ever met, and he can be brutally honest at times.
"No, darling," he assured, tenderly kissing your brow, "and that's set in stone." His words were the key to the chain that was wrapped around your pained heart, now giving you the reassurance you had been waiting for.
You couldn't help but form a shaking smile, now that your relaxed body was resting against his and snuggling against the crook of his neck, sniffing his comforting aroma. You were both engulfed in silence, and apart from the muffled music from outside, your breathing was the only thing that brought you both peace...until Steven broke it.
"Just a question, darling, what happened to Rebecca?" he asked, his tone slightly raised at the end in utter confusion. You opened your eyes and bit your lower lip before returning your gaze to him, leaving a soft kiss on his neck before you did so. "Death was mercy for her, Steven, so she's in the hospital right now." You smiled, shifting from your sitting position to rest your back on his chest. Before you could continue telling him, you smiled slightly as you felt his heartbeat begin to thump loudly.
"Paralyzed from the waist down, with only the memory of her fears, and she'll have to live with that for the rest of her life, that is if she doesn't....you know." Steven wrapped his arms around you as you continued to make yourself comfortable. "Anubis had other plans, but it was the same as death, so I didn't agree."
Anubis desired to reenact Osiris' tragic death.
Steven softly pressed his lips against your bare shoulder, drawn to the way you feel against him. "How did you inhale the drug?" he mumbled, almost slurred because he wouldn't raise his head. "As I made her watch her friends, she was able to throw it at me and scratch me in the process, only because I was watching how the jackals fed," you chuckled, slightly tickled before leaning your head onto him.
When you noticed yourself slipping from your sitting position, you immediately sat up, pushing yourself backwards to sit properly, causing Steven's breath to hitch. You froze for a moment before laughing and looking at him, who is already looking away, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Don't," he chuckled, wanting to warn you but failing miserably when you began to shift your hips teasingly. "Don't what, Mr. Knight?" you teased, giggling as he rested his forehead on your shoulder, refusing to let you look at him so flushed.
'If you are to do it again, be civilized for once and do not do it here. Such filthy humans.'
When you snorted at Anubis' complaint, Steven raised his head and asked what was funny "Nothing," you explained, shifting again, causing his chest to expand and his teeth to sink against his lip. "I kid you not, darling. What you're doing will not end well." He shook his head at you, slightly throwing his head back, causing his wild locks to dangle. Your hands darted through his hair, combing it back using your fingers. "Okay, only because we're still here, but once we get to your car..." You leaned in, your hot breaths fanning over each other as Steven waited for you to kiss him.
"Then?" Steven asked softly, his gaze glued on your parted lips, almost desperate that you weren't finishing your sentence quickly. As a tease, you ghostly brushed your lips against him, causing his arms to traverse from your waist to your ass. "Then I—"
A sudden movement on the doorknob startled you both. "Man, where them fuckin' keys?" A frustrated man outside punched the door, and you and Steven exchanged wide-eyed glances. You covered your mouth to keep the laughter at bay. It's a good thing Steven took the keys before coming in here, or you'd have been caught a long time ago.
When you turned to say something to Steven, you were caught off guard once more when his lips hungrily met yours. His hands were now firm and secure on your buttocks as he drew you closer against his already hot body. "I... love... you," he declared between breathless kisses that made you grip his hair tighter. Although you intended to respond, Steven's tongue slid inside your mouth and prevented you from doing so, causing you to grin widely.
You should probably stop him before things get too heated again, but the way his movements are so deliberate made you want to keep going and see where this was going. Despite the voices in your head telling you that going for another round is a bad idea here, but then again, your head was becoming too fogged up to understand anything.
And you're certain that the drug isn't the cause this time.
Context: After work, you were supposed to visit a friend's house, but instead, you ended up helping Steven with his sex drive problem.
Warnings: Sexual Content, Descriptive Sex, Needy Steven, Vulgar Words, Mentions of Drugs
"Steven, love, we're going to be late," you called from the living room, slipping your small purse strap over your right shoulder and tucking excess hair behind your ears. You squinted your eyes at yourself, turning sideways to see if you were presentable enough.
You smiled as you ran your hands down your defined curves, satisfied with how you looked. You were wearing the dress Steven had secretly purchased for you; he figured you'd look good in a raven corset bodycon dress, so he bought you one.
You adored how it fit you and that he knew your size. You twirled around again, a little giddy, to see yourself in the full length mirror. But when you remembered that time was running out, you looked towards the bedroom, where Steven should have already emerged.
"Steven!" you yelled, but there was no response. What could possibly be taking him so long to prepare? It wasn't as if he was applying makeup or layering clothing; you remembered that he was simply wearing a suit that he felt comfortable in. You called him again, irritated that he was ignoring you. After a few seconds, you marched towards the slightly open bedroom door and pushed it open.
"Steven."
Your anger was replaced with worry as you were about to scold him for not responding when you noticed him leaning on his desk, head low and visibly panting. He was already dressed and all he needed was his coat, but something seemed off about him, so you quickly set your bag down and approached him. "Love, are you okay?" When you were about to touch him, he flinched and slightly backed away. Your brows knitted together in concern as you noticed how sweaty he was and how his previously combed hair had become disheveled and was hanging on his brow.
"Steven, what's wrong, baby?" you asked softly, alarmed by how he looked right now. Now that you mention it, you recall him acting strangely since he got home from work. When you tried to grab his shoulder, he avoided and shook his head rapidly, his breathing became even more ragged. "I-I can't." You raised your eyebrows slightly in surprise when you heard him suddenly whimper, not just any whimper, but a very needy one.
Steven's big puppy dog eyes were drawn to what you were wearing, and his breathing became visibly labored. He turned around, gripping his hair in frustration, and lowered his head, his heavy breathing becoming more audible. "You can leave without me...I'm not feeling well," he muttered. You were perplexed as to what was happening to him, until you noticed how his body shuddered in response to you softly calling his name. That's when you realized you might know what's wrong with him.
You'd known Steven for years and had memorized his body language, which is now telling—screaming for you. Your eyes scrutinized his body from head to toe, and with his back to you, you began to approach him quietly. "Steven, baby," you said, wanting to know if what you were thinking was correct, so you wrapped your arms around his waist, tenderly caressing his stomach with your hands, eliciting a small moan from him.
As you were right in your thoughts, a small smile crept up your face. Steven is desperate right now, perhaps too desperate to moan to such a single caress. When you pressed harder against him, he leaned back and rested his head on yours, his mouth slightly parted, causing his breathing to reverberate throughout the room. "There's something...wrong with me, love," he whined, softly holding both of your hands and resisting the urge to ask you to touch him.
You placed a small wet kiss on his neck, causing his grip to tighten and his lip to bite roughly. There's been a change of plans because there's no way in hell you're going to let Steven suffer through this. But you wanted to know why he's so desperate right now, and why he didn't ask for help hours ago. "What happened?" you whispered in his ear, smoothly dragging your hands from his chest to unbuckle his belt.
"I...uh...there was this..." He struggled to speak every time his belt moved, and you could see his bulge begging for attention. You hummed, requesting Steven to continue. "My coworkers, they were doing something...and I asked to know what it was," he said, his voice husky and strained, and just looking at him like this aroused you.
"Then what?" you wondered, tilting your head to see Steven's reaction when you finally slipped your hand into his boxers. He gasped when he felt your hand delicately massage and stroke him, and he couldn't answer your question because his mind was fogged up. His one hand darted to your touching wrist, begging for more. "Oh bloody hell, that feels so good," he groaned, closing his eyes and leaning back. You took advantage of the situation by biting and nibbling on his neck. "Then what, Steven?" you asked between bites.
If Steven became this way as a result of his coworkers, you'd want to know how, because they didn't have the authority to do so.
"Oh—God, your hand feels so..." Steven's breath became shaky, and his grip on your hand tightened, causing you to harshly bite your lip.
"Steven."
"Then there was this powder, and they forced me...God...they forced me to inhale it," Steven explained, moaning in between words. You could feel yourself becoming more enraged by what he said; if he hadn't been begging for you right now, you would've gone to the museum and made them pay for what they did to your helpless Steven. Your other free hand was now caressing his body beneath his slightly unbuttoned polo. "Please, love...I need you—so badly," he whimpered, closing his eyes tight before beginning to squirm, indicating that he was nearing his release.
"It's okay, I'm here," you cooed, slightly gasping as his slowly rocking hips began to move faster. Steven made a noise with every pump of your hand that you could never get used to. You've both done it countless times before, but it always feels like the first time. Steven's body was becoming increasingly hot, with perspiration streaming down his face and onto his neck. His hair is now tousled and dangling from his head, and his eyes are filled with nothing but desire.
You decided to ignore the aching and pooling entrance between your legs and focus on Steven and getting him the pleasure he requires so he won't suffer any longer. You asked him if he wanted you to stop because he isn't himself, but all he responded with was a loud moan, telling you that he needs this, he needs you.
"Go on, come on my hand, darling," you breathed into his ear, steadying your pace just enough to make his knees buckle. Steven pressed his back against you even more, and you ground on him in response. That was all he needed until he threw his head back, closing his eyes in bliss and letting out a guttural groan that lingered in your ear. "That's a good boy, my Steven," your hand that was inside his shirt, yanked his pants and boxers down completely, while the other continued to stroke him even though he had already came.
"Shit, love....I wanna be inside you—if that's okay..." His hand let go of your wrist and gently held your head on his shoulder. Even though he was under the influence of a drug, Steven wanted to make sure you were doing this willingly. You placed a soft kiss on a mark you had made on him and whispered, "Sure love, go sit on the bed..." He shuddered in response as you grinned against his neck.
Steven let out a small whine when you finally let go of his still hard cock; obeying your command, he stepped out of his pants and struggled to unbutton his polo. His breathing was still labored, and it felt as if his heart was about to escape from his chest. You stood there silently watching him unfasten the last button on his shirt before tossing it elsewhere. Although he may feel like the messiest bloke on the planet, in your opinion, he is the most perfect human being to ever exist, and it saddens you that he had to go through this because of his shitty coworkers.
After failing to notice that you were staring too long at Steven, who is now sitting on the mattress, he became anxious and attempted to cover up, but was stopped when you approached and slammed your lips against his. Steven's kisses were desperate, therapeutic, and feral. It was a little sloppy at first, but once you could straddle him, it was perfect. You moaned as you felt his hands gripping your waist, fingers digging into your still-clothed flesh.
You gasped as you began grinding on him, feeling him already hard beneath you. Steven took advantage of the situation by slipping his tongue inside you, competing with yours as he made sure to go through every part of your mouth. "Shit, love, this dress—you look beautiful in it—but please—I don't think I can last another second with you still clothed," he groaned in your mouth, causing your fingers to harshly tug at his hair.
You drew away, causing him to whine, but it was to undress. When Steven noticed your struggle, he assisted you in pulling it over your head, and once it was above your chest, he wasted no time and buried his face between your breasts. "Oh Steven," you moaned loudly, interlocking your fingers with his wild curly hair once more before rolling your hips on him again.
Steven's hungry mouth brushed up against one of your nipples while massaging the other with one hand. Your hips sped up as his tongue swirled, fiddled, and nibbled on it. You know you should be concentrating on Steven first, but when his other hand began rubbing small circles on your still-clothed clit, you knew your brain was melting. The sensation of him beneath you, his mouth on one of your breasts, his hands on the other and your clit, caused heat to build up on your lower belly.
Steven returned to your open mouth and his hands to your waist, making you wine at the loss of contact. Even just grinding on him, you could feel your release approaching, but you didn't want to finish yet; you wanted to be filled up by him. Steven trailed kisses from your swollen lips to your jaw and then to your neck, sucking on them until your hot skin gets bruised.
"Steven shit...," you exclaimed, feeling him thrust upwards even more faster.
"Fuck, can you please get rid of this?" he groaned, harshly sinking his teeth into your neck and hooking his hands around your waistband. You nodded at him, briefly closing your eyes before lifting yourself up to remove the only piece of clothing that stood between you and Steven. But just as you were about to pull it down, yours and Steven's heads whipped towards the ground, where your purse was laying, there was an incoming call.
You returned your gaze to Steven, who whimpered, shaking his head at you with pleading eyes, begging you to just ignore it, but you were curious as to who it was. You smiled at him and softly kissed his frowning, swollen lips before getting off him and walking towards your purse. Steven gripped your waist tightly, protesting, but you eventually got away, causing him to groan and collapse on the mattress.
The loss of contact dampened your pleasure, but it only aggravated your aching entrance. You dashed towards your purse and took out your phone, slightly gasping when you saw who it was. You returned your attention to Steven, who was desperately waiting for you to hurry up, and answered the phone. "L-Layla!" you greeted, trying to keep your panting under control and from laughing when you saw Steven's shocked expression. Layla's dinner party slipped your mind, and she seemed to call to see where you both were.
[Hey! Where are you guys?]
You tightly closed your eyes before mouthing "shit." You couldn't possibly leave now because Steven is still in heat. You started chewing on your nails, trying to come up with an excuse. "Uh, sorry I forgot to inform you, but there was a problem and I had to assist Steven with it." You let out a nervous chuckle before turning to Steven, who appeared to be struggling to keep from touching himself. You smirked and started walking back to him, phone still in your hand. Steven pleaded with you to hurry up with his big doe eyes. You just bit your lower lip at him before returning your attention to Layla.
[Oh is that so? That's unfortunate, but it's okay! I hope you can resolve your problem soon.]
"Thank you, Layla. We'll make amends soon," you chuckled, relieved that Layla understood your predicament. You returned your gaze to Steven, who was lying, and began to hover over him. Before saying goodbye to Layla, you raise your brows teasingly. When Steven heard the end call button, he instantly grabbed it and threw it away, exhaling, "That was too long," before pulling you in for a deep kiss. You smiled at how desperate he was, but your smile faded as you felt him throb against you. "So needy, my Steven" You moaned, licking his bottom lip before dragging your tongue down his neck to his collarbones.
You began to align yourself with his throbbing cock without wasting any more time and with Steven's small but desperate pleases. Taking a deep breath before finally settling down on him. Your eyes widened as you felt him enter you so forcefully that tears welled up in your eyes. Steven helped you by gently holding your waist and panting against your heaving chest. You rested your head on his shoulder for a few moments to gather your thoughts. Despite your inaction, Steven moaned, "So tight, my love." You prepared by gripping his shoulders, your heart racing so fast that it hurt your chest.
Steven arched his brow in concern and gently cupped your flushed cheek, lifting it up so you could see him. "I'm sorry, love, but you know you don't have to—"
"Shut up, Steven, I want this...Godyou'resofuckinghard." You flutter your eyes open, blinking to get the tears out. Steven chuckled before planting a sloppy kiss on your parted lips. You were telling the truth, and you also want this for reasons other than pleasing Steven, so you have no reason to stop.
After hearing Steven moan in your mouth, begging you to move, you began to rock your hips, slowly at first, before riding Steven into oblivion. "Oh fuck—" Steven's hand darted around your waist, his mouth biting into your flesh as you closed your eyes and yelled his name in pleasure. The sensation of Steven throbbing inside you caused you to clench even tighter around him, eliciting a lewd cry from him.
You hissed as you felt every roll of your hips and Steven's relentless thrusts numb your legs, but it was quickly replaced by overwhelming pleasure. Pleasure that you're certain you can feel in every vein, muscle, and bone in your body, it's a sensation you'll never forget.
The heat that formed in your lower belly was a sign that you were getting close. You moaned as you felt yourself tighten and that faint heat that was now being exacerbated by your and Steven's arousal.
"Steven!" you cried out, repeating his name as if it were the only word you knew, and it echoed loudly throughout the whole house. Steven harshly sucked on your jaw, groaning and his breath catching as he felt him approaching his second orgasm.
Steven brought you closer to your release by thrusting deeper and hitting the areas that needed attention. You shivered as he made certain he hit every single sweet and spongy spot, not missing one. Your grip on his shoulders tightened until you finally let go with a mind-shattering orgasm that left you seeing thousands of stars. "Steven, please—" Everything was becoming overwhelming, and your muscle begged for a break, but Steven persisted and prolonged your pleasure.
"Oh God—" Steven threw back his head in bliss, your come dripping down on him being the thing that had pushed him over the edge. You two let out a loud, breathless moan as Steven released inside of you, allowing his seed to freely flow through and leak out of you.
The sweet aroma of sex and the sound of both of your labored breathing filled the room. You collapsed against Steven, and he cupped the back of your head gently, securing you against him as he slowly lied back down. It was a good thing he finished sooner rather than later because you thought you'd pass out if he didn't.
Steven lovingly stroked your back, tracing his index finger between your shoulder blades before kissing you on the crown of your head. "Thank you, my love," he mumbled in husky, croaky tones. You couldn't form words because he literally fucked them out of you, so you just hummed and nodded.
You nuzzled Steven's neck, still steadying your breathing, when what he said next made you open your eyes in disbelief. "Those coworkers I've mentioned, I overheard them challenging themselves that they can sleep with everyone in the museum, and I must've been their next target," Steven felt how you became still, and he almost regretted telling you that because he knew you wouldn't let any of it go.
You raised your head slowly and gave him an expression that only confirmed his thoughts. "Who are they?" you asked softly, reaching up to gently wipe Steven's stray hairs from his brow. He swallowed nervously, touched that you'd come to avenge him but also terrified of what you'd do, given that you were an avatar of a powerful deity.
Steven pursed his lips, hesitant to name the culprits before nervously chuckling and averting his gaze from time to time. "Don't worry, love, it'll just be a friendly talk," you teased, hoping Steven would reveal the names. He wanted to because they intended to take advantage of him despite knowing he was already in a relationship, but a part of him felt sorry for them.
You smirked at Steven as he turned away slightly. Your dear Steven, still thinking about the other despite the fact that they've done something horrible to him. You cocked your head and smeared soft, passionate kisses on his already bruised neck. "It's okay...I'll figure it out myself," you whispered between kisses, making Steven moan softly.
When you heard Steven say the names, your mouth shut and hatred welled up inside of you, but you remained calm so as not to alert Steven too much. You locked your gaze on him, searching his face and marveling at how stunning he was. "You know I'd do anything for you, right?" you declared solemnly.
"I'd do the same for you, love," Steven followed as you leaned in and made your longing lips connect once more. When it comes to Steven Grant, you always keep your words and act on them with pure intentions.
That's why, after this, you're going to pay those coworkers of his a visit.
Content: Even after Steven tried to persuade you to reconsider making the culprits pay, you went and paid them a visit days later to avoid being caught by him. However, things took a turn for the worse when you inadvertently inhaled the drug you were supposed to avoid.
Warning: Drugs, Vulgar Words, Angst, Sexual Content, Descriptive Sex, Mentioned Alcohol Consumption, Sex in Public, Begging, Violence, Blood, Teasing, Reader a bit too much (idk you guys will be the judge)
"Are you okay?" Layla's worried voice was almost inaudible as the deafening music continue reverberate throughout the entire space. It was getting horribly worse by the minute, and the crowd's yelling and hasty movements only added to the spinning of your head.
The disco lights, which usually get you hyped up when you go out to a public party, are incredibly annoying and harshly blinding this time. Having them pass your eyes makes you want to poke them out, and you're not sure if it's just you, but it seems to be getting brighter every time the lights turn to you.
Your condition was already deteriorating even before you came here. You were incredibly lightheaded, your bleary vision kept splitting, perspiration ran down your face uncontrollably, sounds became distorted, your limbs felt heavier than usual, and minor physical contact caused your breath to hitch. Even though you knew it was a stupid idea, you still decided to accompany Layla to the party to which she had been invited.
You only went with her because you felt bad about the last time. However, Steven was unable to attend due to work obligations, leaving only you to accompany Layla.
"What's going on? Did you drink too much? Should I call Steven?" Layla tilted her head downwards to look at you, the dim lighting highlighting her features. Your head was uncomfortably low and your eyes were closed, trying so hard to gather the strength to keep your crossed legs from clenching. You knew why you were acting this way, you knew why you wanted to be touched badly right now, too bad it's starting to hurt. Your face contorted in discomfort when the feeling was just not subsiding. You assumed that because you were an avatar, you would be able to hold it together and that it wouldn't affect you too much, but it only enhanced it.
And God, Anubis was not happy about it.
You knew you were done the moment the powder hit your face. But you tried to convince yourself and the god that you hadn't inhaled it and that you were quick enough to avoid it...but Anubis was enraged.
Despite the fact that you had sent five souls to him, he was still angry at your carelessness and felt that you should have done better. So, in order to punish you, he did nothing to help you get off the drug.
'You should have known the consequences of seeking vengeance for such illogical reasons.'
Even though you agreed with him in some ways, you argued that what you did was in fact reasonable. You did it for Steven and the other unfortunate victims, and not for yourself.
You quickly ran your tongue across your lips to moisten them before looking at Layla, whose eyes, even in the dim light, were clearly filled with concern. "I-I'm fine....I just need to go to the loo, yeah," you lied, your voice breathy and barely leaving your mouth. Layla said something between 'Steven' and 'coming,' but you couldn't quite hear it due to the distortion and your struggle to stand up.
When she was about to help you stand up, you waved your hand to reassure her. She was perplexed by your behavior and had offered earlier when you were only leaving if you didn't want to come with her, but you had overestimated yourself and were now regretting it. Your hooded eyes searched for the loo from where you stood, pulling a small forced smile for Layla so she wouldn't be too concerned.
You briefly closed your eyes and parted your lips in response to the minor friction created by pressing your thighs together. The ache in your core is becoming unbearable, and you're convinced you'll collapse if you don't act quickly. You stumbled towards the bathroom, taking care not to bump into anyone or cause a scene. But with each step, you can feel your energy draining from you, and the room felt like it was in the middle of the ocean.
When Layla tried to follow you behind, you raised your hand and told her you were fine. You returned your hands to your side, slightly gripping the same dress you wore when Steven was in your shoes, once you were certain she had returned to the couch where you both spent the majority of your time here drinking and away from people.
'Be cautious, you are vulnerable right now. This pit is filled with vile creatures. If you continue to refuse any assistance offered by your peers, you will end up in the hands of a predator. And you know what I will do if that happens.'
Anubis' menacing voice echoed inside your head, and it was the only thing you could hear clearly aside from the horrible music being played here. You nodded languidly, not really having the energy to speak.
Because the place was dark and the only light source was disco lights, you sneakily palmed yourself when you couldn't fight the urge any longer. You immediately bite your lip to keep from making any noise, even though you doubt anyone will be able to hear it.
Although you were still fully clothed, and the fabric of Steven's dress is thick, it soothes your aching core just a little bit, but it was still insufficient. So you whined when you had to stop so you could get to the bathroom faster, but you visibly flinched when someone got in your way and grabbed your wrist.
And you immediately heard Anubis growl venomously.
"Hey there, I saw you with your friend over there and I just want to tell you that you're hot." A complete stranger tightened his grip on your hand, making you wince, and when you tried to take it back, he just pulled you closer, making your face plant on his chest. As you smelt him reek of beer and cigarettes, your nose scrunched up in disgust. When you looked up to see him, your still-unfocused vision made it difficult to recognize him. "You look a little woozy, want to come to my place to freshen up?" With a hideous smirk on his chapped lips, he tried to lean in closer to kiss you when you swiftly punched him in the face.
As he stumbled backwards, clutching his bleeding nose, his grip on your waist and wrist loosened. "What the fuck?!" he screamed, his shocked wide eyes staring at you as you tried to gather every ounce of energy you could muster. You closed your eyes for a moment to see him properly, and seeing that seeping crimson blood pour out and stain his hands made you smirk. Fortunately, only a few people were drawn to your scene because the music was still louder than the man's voice.
"Crazy bitch!" The man's voice broke as he glared back at you, seeing his blood-splattered hands; if you were in a normal state right now, you'd laugh at how he looks like he's about to cry. Instead, you just stared at him deadpan, your chest heaving and beads of sweat running down your face and down to your chest.
He scowled, staring at you from head to toe before beginning to walk backwards to flee, but he scoffed before he could leave your sight. "I'm not fucking done with you, slut," as if meant to be a threat, came out exactly the opposite, causing the few people who were staring at you both to snicker. And with that, he quickly fled, and you dashed to your destination. People gave you dirty looks as you walked clumsily towards the restroom, as if you were some drunk gal. But what's ironic is that you were completely alcohol-free. You didn't even drink those with high alcohol content because you were too busy fighting off the fucking drug.
You softly gasped, closing your eyes for a moment before feeling yourself dripping down your tights, throbbing painfully from the lack of attention. "God, I need you Steven," you breathed, a choked sob tearing from your throat as your vision dimmed and you tripped on the hard floor. Hissing, you scratched your knee as you struggled to prop yourself up.
You shouldn't have left your apartment in the first place. You should've told Steven the truth from the start. You should've been more cautious, and now you're struggling to find a place to touch yourself because, oh fuck, you don't think you can go another second without satisfying your sex drive.
As you were about to open the bathroom door, gentle, shaking hands caught your shoulders.
'Finally! What took this imbecile so long to appear?'
"Hiya," Steven's hands were frantic as he tried to stay calm while searching your entire figure for signs of injury. His hands softly rested on your flushed-damped cheeks, his big doe eyes wide with genuine concern. "Layla called and told me there was a problem, love," he said, slightly raising his voice to be heard over the loud music.
"Are you hurt? Please tell me if you're—ah bloody hell, let's get out of here first, yeah?" Steven gave you a small smile before pulling you closer to him as he craned his neck searching for an easier exit. You were staring at him openly the entire time. Your gaze wandered over his face, which was illuminated by colorful lights, making him look goddamn gorgeous. Everything went faint, and all you could hear clear was the pounding of your heart.
"Steven." You murmured.
"Yeah?" He looked down at you, who was safely tucked between his arms, stroking your hair with one hand while the other rested on your back, careful not to let strangers touch you. Steven's brow furrowed in worry as he noticed your hooded eyes and how you were drenched in sweat and panting like you'd run a marathon. You continued to mumble, attempting to explain, but your words had become slurred and all you could do was grip Steven's shoulders. He was still dressed in his work clothes; did he just leave his shift? You're pretty sure his shift wouldn't be over in an hour.
"Need...you."
Steven's face faltered and his eyes widened as he realized what had happened. He now knew what was going on because of how you looked, how you acted, how your pupils were blown, and how you shuddered when he caressed your back. And he knew it was worse than before. You expected him to become enraged at your stubbornness and secrecy, but instead his face softened and he frowned. "Oh my poor love," he cooed as he lovingly ran his knuckles down your cheeks. When you felt the touch, you closed your eyes and lowered your head to his shoulder before softly grinding on him.
"Please." You quietly sobbed.
"I know, I know, I'm here," he whispered, breathing heavily as you pressed yourself closer to him. He put his hand on your waist before turning to face you, blaming himself for allowing this to happen. You wouldn't have gotten involved if he hadn't been so nosy in the first place. "It's okay, let me take care of you. Let's go home first—"
"No, baby, I can't. It hurts, please." Hearing you whimper made Steven swallow hard, and he couldn't say no especially in your condition. He took a deep breath and looked around for something before taking you somewhere else. You didn't bother looking or asking where he was taking you because his scent was so relaxing that it kept you distracted in the meantime. You only opened your eyes when you heard Steven open a door and lead you inside to what appears to be a large walk-in pantry room.
A faint lock on the door echoed throughout the room. The music outside was surprisingly muffled, and your heavy breathing was on top of that. Steven let go of the doorknob, and you slammed your lips against his, capturing him in a rough and desperate kiss before he could fully turn to face you. At first, he was taken aback by your pressing your body impossibly close against him, causing his back to hit the door.
You feel incredibly hot. Even though Steven's mismatched clothes were layered and thick, he could feel you like he was bare naked. His hands rushed to your waist, gasping as you continued to grind against his growing erection. "Wait, love," he breathed, his words barely audible as your mouth refused to leave his. You were too drunk to hear him, too preoccupied with how he tasted, the swell of his reddish lips, his slick tongue, which still tasted like the tea he usually drinks at work. Steven quietly moaned as your tongue licked his bottom lip before seductively sinking your teeth into it.
"Gotta have you now, baby," you mumbled, sloppily kissing his jaw all the way down to his neck as you hastily unbutton his now wrinkled clothes. Steven threw his head back, slightly tilting it to give you more space, resulting in a small thud on the door. "Shit," Steven gasped as you nibbled on his exposed collarbone, successfully removing some of his clothes and tossing them to the ground. You didn't even bother taking your clothes off because you're too focused on needing to feel Steven right now.
Steven's large hands grasped your ass, lifting you so you're much closer, not that you weren't already, and can roll your hips better at this new angle. A pleasured moan rip itself from your throat as you fumbled on unbuckling his belt, but before you could even remove it and finally ease the pooling and aching entrance between your legs, Steven grabbed your wrist, causing you to stop and look back up at him. When you saw Steven's face, you felt a wave of worry wash over you; his eyes were hooded and he looked like a mess, but what you're worried about is what he'll say. Was he uncomfortable? Did he want to stop? Was he asking for you to stop?
Steven was still gathering himself, chest rising and falling, mouth slightly agape, wild locks dangling from his head as he let go of your wrist. You panicked, your breath caught in your throat as you jumped off of him and took a few steps back, causing him to furrow his brow in surprise and confusion. "I'm sorry," you breathed as you brought your trembling hands to your face. The last thing you want to do is make Steven uncomfortable, and you're afraid you might have already done so. "I'm sorry, love," you frowned, your eyes welling up with tears as you began to shake your head in disappointment at yourself.
"What...?" Steven's face contorted in utter confusion, and then it hit him, his eyes widening in concern as he immediately approached you. "No, no, love," he shook his head, his brows arched upwards as he lovingly stroked your hair away from your face, wiping away your sweat. "I didn't mean it that way, yeah?" he cooed, his hands framing your flushed cheeks. Through thick lashes, those sweet coffee eyes filled with warmth gazed at you with affection. His immediate explanation pulled you out of the spiral that would've devoured you whole; now, aside from the discomfort you were feeling down there, a huge relief embraced you as your thought was proven wrong.
"If you want to stop, you can tell me okay?" Your voice quivered as you held both of his hands, telling him it was fine if he refused. If he did, it's not the end of the world; perhaps it is, but there is such a thing as self-pleasure, so you could try that instead. "I don't," he said, a smile tugging on his swollen lips, "You're suffering, my love, and I'm here to help you just like you did to me." He kissed your forehead softly. "Bloody hell, I know how you feel, so why would I leave you alone?"
"Don't do this because you believe you owe me anything, Steven."
"I'm not."
Before you could respond, Steven had you in a slow and passionate kiss, much gentler than before. "We can talk about it later, I just want to help my baby first, yeah?" He smiled against your lips before biting them and asking to be let in. You nodded slightly before allowing his tongue to enter your mouth, fervently exploring every part as if memorizing it. Steven cupped the back of your neck to deepen the heated kiss as he slowly walked you both until your back was against a shelf.
Steven's deft hands roughly gripped both the back of your thighs, lifting them up and wrapping them around his waist. This allowed him to press his hips against you even more, making you gasp as you felt his hardness on your pulsating entrance. This small act made you feel like putty, prompting you to steady yourself by clutching Steven's shoulders. "So wet," Steven chuckled deeply, and if his hips rocking weren't enough to send shivers down your spine, his baritone voice certainly did.
You whined about Steven breaking the kiss, but you used it to breathe because you failed to notice that you were running out of oxygen. Steven left wet kiss trails from your jaw to your exposed chest, his hands lovingly maneuvering up and down your curves. "I'm starting to think that this dress has something to do with this," he joked before biting his lip as he felt your hips grind against him harder. You responded with a chuckle, knowing exactly what he meant.
Your nails dug deeper into his shoulders, feeling like you can come just by you both grinding at each other. But you want to feel Steven first, to be filled up by him and to have him take care of you. Steven could tell you were getting impatient by the look on your face, so he checked the door to make sure it was locked and no one was outside before molding both your lips together again. "Turn around, love," he whispered in your ears as he drew away. The request made you clench even harder, and you nodded before looking at the door as well, worrying at first but the music was loud enough to drown out your moans if you both got too loud.
Steven let go of your legs and gently lowered you to the ground before assisting you in turning around. You immediately pressed your back against him, aching from the lack of friction, as impatient as you were. Steven couldn't help but smile; he always finds you so attractive when you're in desperate need. You bit your lip, briefly closing your eyes, feeling you weren't the only one who was desperate, "God, Steven, I need you now," you whined again as you steadied yourself by firmly gripping the shelves. Steven frantically nodded, apologetically kissing your shoulder before unbuckling his belt and removing his pants along with his boxers.
He quickly yanked your skirt up before pulling down your already soaked knickers, seeing you like this made his cock twitch in anticipation. His heart felt like it was going to rip out of his chest; having you like this still feels new to him, despite the fact that you've both done it countless times before. Steven's slightly trembling hands rested on your waist, gently pecking your shoulders and neck with sweet and soft pecks. As your heart pounded in your ears, you closed your eyes and felt Steven behind you, slightly gasping as his tip tauntingly brushed past your throbbing wet folds.
Steven exhaled sharply in preparation, and as he licked his wet lips languidly, he finally slipped inside of you. The entire room was filled with gasps, and Steven closed his eyes as he easily bottomed out. "Gah darling," he choked, his grip on your waist tightening as he struggled to gathered himself. You were almost embarrassed by how wet you were that he could easily slip in, but you were too busy moaning his name and gripping the shelf until your knuckles turned ghost white to notice. "Yes, that's it," you murmured, your heartbeat quickening as you felt so full and feel him twitch inside of you.
Nothing is romantic right now, not the location, not your situation, but all you could feel was Steven's love and devotion.... and his thick girth inside of you.
"Please baby," You begged.
You didn't have to beg Steven a second time before he finally pulled until only the tip of him was inside of you before roughly rutting back in. This causes you to let out a lewd cry, and you're certain that if anyone is nearby, they'll hear you loud and clear. Steven threw his head back as he found a rhythm that made your knees buckle uncontrollably, the polar opposite of his gentle kiss earlier. It's as if Steven flipped a switch, releasing a merciless and feral version of himself that's only pure carnal.
"Fuck—" A moan escaped your throat as you began to feel the building violent orgasm that only Steven can induce.
He's fucking railing you inside a stranger's pantry room and he gives zero shit about it.
As white spots began to obscure your vision, your eyes closed tightly. Your mouth dropped open, and the only sounds that came out were pornographic moans and Steven's name, which was chanted like a prayer. "'S good, my love," Steven groans, perspiration falling down his tanned skin as he became more aroused by seeing you squirm from behind.
You painfully arched your back, feeling his cock slam against your cunt over and over again, relieving the pain that had you stressed earlier. You tightened your grip on the shelves even more, afraid that it would break as it continued creaking. If Steven fucking you from behind wasn't enough, he began rubbing your already sensitive clit with his one hand until he was sure you'd reach your climax before him. "Steven!" you cried out, briefly glancing down at his working hands before squirming again, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and incredibly tight.
The melody of wet sounds, both of your moans and grunts, skin sloppily slapping against each other, has led to your earth-shattering orgasm. You could feel your legs becoming useless as you've come hard, and Steven's other hand kept you from collapsing. "Shit—shit, wait—" you sobbed, trembling as Steven kept working, not allowing you to relax after your first intense orgasm.
Everything is electrifying, every fiber in your body feels like it's being showered with pure pleasure, and you're a moaning mess as a result. Your screams are music to Steven's ears, causing his hips to stutter as he feels his own release approaching like the speed of light. "Do you feel good, love?" Steven asked, his voice croaky and breathless, God he sounds so hot. After you didn't respond, a proud smirk crept up his face, proving that he had literally fucked you senseless and that he was able to pleasure you like there was no tomorrow.
You arched your back in ecstasy and attempted to angle your hips upward for Steven, but he quickly set it back down, almost offended that you were about to disrupt the rhythm he had established for both of you. Tsk, he can be demanding at times, but admit it or not, that just makes you want him more. "Fuck me, Steven. Fill me up," you enticed, making it as sexual as possible to see how he'd react. And he didn't disappoint, cursing under his breath and strained chuckling before throwing his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing with the dangling of his locks.
"Come for me again before I do." Even if you couldn't see him, you could tell he had a mischievous grin on his inebriated features. This caused you to lower your head, hitting the shelves as you bit your lower lip harshly. He must have sensed you approaching another climax, and he won't dare to finish if you haven't yet.
You writhed and mewled in response to Steven's nails leaving crescent shapes on your reddened thighs and waist. "Too—much." A high-pitched moan left your gaping mouth as you felt the room spin and your legs go numb as you released for the second time, followed by Steven not long after. You struggled to open your eyes, tears obscuring your vision as you tried to focus. Steven's come flowing inside of you and dripping out of you made you shudder in satisfaction..
"Love," Steven mumbled, panting as he leaned over to you, his chest gently resting on your back as he slowly turned your face to look at him. Those caramel eyes peered through those heavy lids and lashes at you, causing a smile to form on your lips. "Y-You okay?" Steven asked, almost concerned, as you struggled to control your erratic breathing. "Yes, baby," You happily replied, making him feel pleased that he had returned the favor to his beloved girlfriend. He gave you a quick kiss on the lips and a much longer one on the shoulder. "Let's get you cleaned up," he giggled, slightly giddy and embarrassed as he noticed the mess you both made and the location you both were in.
But before he could pull out of you, he noticed something that made him hold his breath. You furrowed your brows at him, asking him what was wrong, but he didn't respond, instead reaching for your right hand, which was still resting on a shelf. "Did...Did I hurt you?" Steven's voice was thin, and his face was flushed with fear; you could also feel him tense behind you. Your eyes widened slightly, and you took his hand in yours as a reassurance, "No baby, I injured myself earlier." You didn't notice that the punch you gave the man earlier had severely bruised your hand.
"What, why?" Steven's gaze darted from your hand to your eyes, and the worry remained. "There was this man—"
"Somebody hurt you?!"
"Steven, chill," you chuckled, but Steven's unhappy expression didn't change, so you cleared your throat and placed a soft kiss on his palm, hoping he'd relax. "I punched the guy because he was an ass and tried to touch me....well, he did—but!" You immediately gave him a look to let you finish when you felt his hand tightening its grip on yours. "I took care of it. He couldn't do anything else to me. It's all right, Steven." You gave him a warm smile, one of the warmest you could muster, but Steven just stared at you blankly, as if that wasn't enough explanation.
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at you; it's not you he's doubting, but the man you told. You were a hot mess earlier, and there was no doubt that someone could have abused you. He was already spiraling when Layla called and told him the details, and your words only confirmed his worst fears.
But instead of interrogating you any longer, Steven smiled before kissing your sweaty brow. "Okay," He said softly, stroking your hair as you both hum contentedly. "I trust you,"
'It's the fucker that I don't,' Steven swore in his head, pretending to be calm about the situation.
You nodded at him, grinning and biting your lower lip as you took in your surroundings, muffled music still playing outside and a lot of disembodied chattering. You looked up at Steven, who was still staring at you, lost in your beauty as he always did, and said, "It's a good thing no one was hungry," referring to the pantry room. "Oh, love, I don't think so. There was a lot of twist at the knob, and it's a good thing I've got 'em keys," he smirked, making you look over the shelf at a gleaming pair of keys.
Your jaw dropped in disbelief as you returned your gaze to him, who was laughing uncontrollably. "Good thinking," you said, unable to hide your laughter and surprise from him. Steven gently wiped your hair strands away from your face, and you leaned in for his touch, despite the fact that looking at him from behind is beginning to strain your neck. "Of course, I wouldn't want our session to be interrupted, and I would never let anyone else see you so beautiful like this," he said looking at you up and down, causing a faint blush to appear on your face. "This is solely mine and mine alone," he declared before leaning in and kissing you once more.
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It was midnight, and the streets of London were deserted, except for one, which five loud women were taking.
Their high heels clacked irritably and their stentorian voices can make one's eardrum explode. The women were adorned in a variety of sparkly party dresses and jewels that would stand out in a club, where they were from, and even more so in the dark alleyway where they were now going.
They were laughing and telling stories about their sex lives that seemed to go on forever. They were discussing how one of them flexed that she had slept with more guys than the rest of them in a week.
They were blood-curdling and a sore in the eyes, especially those of you watching them from above.
'I expected more when you discussed that you were interested in giving some new souls in the underworld. However, I did not expect it to come from these....things.'
Anubis grumbled, almost pissed behind you, crossing his arms and not looking at the women babbling below. He was excited that you were returning to action after a long absence, but his joy was short-lived when he learned why.
You rolled your eyes, glancing at him briefly before returning your gaze to the women who made you roughly dig your nails into the concrete you were hiding from, causing small amounts of blood to seep out. "If you're so annoyed, leave. I didn't ask for you to come." You spat, irritated that he couldn't stop complaining about your idea that he called stupid but still stayed with you.
'Still as impudent as ever. Perhaps I should forbid you from interacting with the avatar of that old bird. They are not a good influence.'
"So are you," you grumbled lowly, knowing he could hear you because he was inhabiting your body after all. Anubis snapped his jackal-head towards you, his slit eyes widening, offended that you referred to him as such. From behind, you could hear him grumbling and throwing a small temper tantrum, but you chose to ignore it and instead prepared to interrupt the women's night walk.
"This had become my favorite, you don't have to worry about anything 'cause they'll all turn to jelly anyway," Squealed a girl with great pride, holding a plastic bag filled with cream-white powder and proudly showing it off to her friends. If they can see you right now, they'll see the fire that's raging in your piercing eyes because of her claim.
"I know, yeah?—Reb, and that challenge of yours was fun to do. Did it with Larry and, gosh, the man's great." Another woman bit her lip as she told her story, moaning in remembrance of her little adventure. They just keep giving reasons why they're better off gone, causing the corner of your lip to raise. After they passed by your hiding spot, you propped yourself up and quickly jumped down from the rooftop you were on, taking care not to make any unnecessary noises.
"It's fun, innit? Except for that one guy—"
"Yeah, Steven Grant! Such a party pooper."
Once you heard your sweet boyfriend's name came out their filthy mouths, you felt your ear ring and your muscle tense.
'Tear them to pieces. Rip out their internal organs and bring them to me.'
Anubis didn't have to say anything because that was exactly what you were planning. You rose to your feet slowly, a burning glare following their walking figures. You ran into the shadows as quickly as you could, using them to your advantage to catch up to them until you were right next to them. The adrenaline surge made your lips curl into a smile, missing how it felt and how it made you incredibly manic.
"Yeah, what happened to him, Reb? Thought you were the one who wanted to take him?" A lady eyed her friend almost judgmentally while lowering her neon-green triangle shades down to her nose. "I saw him at work the next day, seemed totaaaally fine," she added, scoffing as if it offended her that the drug 'didn't work' on Steven.
You came to a halt, struggling to keep from jumping on them as you turned to the right, waiting for them to take that route so it would appear that you were waiting for them. With hearing that are heightened due to being the avatar of a jackal-headed deity, you were able to hear every word that came out their mouth.
'It is not like you to take your time catching a prey, but it is kind of fascinating to witness these lambs get mauled by the claws of an awaiting predator.'
"I'm not sure, but I was sure he consumed it. Just a bummer that he might've done it with someone else." Reb, the woman they asked, slumped her shoulders and pouted annoyingly, as if she was heavily disappointed that she couldn't take the shot with Steven.
"Just try again next time, if you want to, Reb. I can make sure he caves."
"What next time?"
The women's giggles were silenced when they finally saw you after turning to a building. They appeared surprised that someone was out this late, but also irritated that someone was listening in on their conversation. Reb raised an eyebrow at you, attempting to appear intimidating. Your gaze darted from her other friends to her, and you stood up straight from your crossed arms leaning position and faced them completely. "Can we help you?"
"Look, girl, we ain't got cash, are you lost or something?"
"When's the next time?" you asked, tilting your head slowly and staring at them all blankly. Knowing exactly who they are based on Steven's description. The ladies exchanged confused glances, brows furrowed and noses scrunched. "What?" they asked again, almost simultaneously. You expelled a sharp breath, annoyed and enraged. Reb looked down at your balled fist, then gave her friend a look that said, 'we need to go,' but her friend, Lila, just shook her head in confusion.
As they were about to say something, you recited all the names they're all too familiar with, emphasizing Steven's name, eliciting a shocked expression on all of their heavily makeup-covered faces. "How did you know that? Are you a stalker or something?" Lila asked, raising her voice and grasping her shoulder bag.
"We don't know what you're talking about," Reb said wide-eyed to her friend, attempting to cover up their lies but failing because her dear friend revealed them. "Okay," you kept your gaze on Reb's, knowing that the way she breathes heavily can reveal a lot about her. Alisa attempted to push you away and began to grab some of her friend's arms and pull them away from you. "Who's idea is this?" you blatantly asked, your coldness radiating from your already heavy presence. They were all whispering to each other and ignoring you, but Reb was looking back, concerned that their dirty play would be discovered.
When they got a few feet away from you, you started chanting through gritted teeth. Keeping your gaze fixed on their figures, a true predator. Anubis, who was standing on a roof above you, was taken aback by what you were doing, summoning a jackal—jackals, which you had never done before as an avatar. As he growled in pride, his animal-sharp teeth appeared.
You could finish it simply by standing there. Do what you enjoy most, sucking the life force from their bodies with the power Anubis bestows on you, but they don't deserve a quick exit. None of them do.
Some of the girls shrieked as the previously calm air became torrential, causing leaves to be snatched from their branches and a lot of litter on the ground to make noise. Reb's knees buckled when she looked back at you, seeing how your eyes were painfully wide and you were mumbling something she couldn't understand. "Reb, what's going on?" Julie gripped her friend's shoulder, terrified of the sudden change in atmosphere. "Fuck, she a witch or somethin'?!"
'Worse.'
As they began to accelerate, two Egyptian-jackals appeared in front of them, prompting the women to rapidly return to you. The jackals stayed put, despite the fact that they were starving and tempted to rip them apart. High-pitched screams rang in your ears as they approached you again, but stopped in the midway because they refused to get any closer to you. The jackals were petrifying, dangerous, animalistic, and cold in their eyes, just like you.
"Do you want me to ask again?" you asked, taking a few fearful steps forward. You've never used your abilities for personal gain, but these women have crossed the line. "It's Rebecca!" Three of them immediately throw their friend under the bus, pushing Reb into you and causing her to fall to the ground. "Bitch!" she hissed, her palms and knees scratched by the hard ground. Reb's breath caught in her throat as your shadow loomed over her; trembling, she looked up. Her cheeks were flushed from tears, and her eyeliner was dripping down her cheeks.
"The fuck you want?!"
Her voice made your nails dig deeper into your palms, so you violently grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her to stand up. "Steven Grant. You know him, yeah?" enraged, you whispered your boyfriend's name in her ear as you let her face her huddled friends. Reb screamed in agony as her scalp began to bleed, tears streaming down her cheeks. When she didn't respond, you squeezed your hand even tighter. "Yes, I know him!" she sobbed loudly, looking around for help but finding none.
"He's my fucking boyfriend, you nasty bitch."
"I'm sorry! I didn't know.-please let me go." Reb begged desperately, her nails digging into your skin as she tried to break free from your death grip. You inhaled sharply and turned to her friends, "Does she know?" You scoffed, doubting that she didn't know he was taken because Steven usually called you whenever he had time at work. Reb's eyes widened as the girls vigorously nodded.
"Let us go! It's all her fault," whimpering Lila as a salivating jackal barked at her. "Fuck I'm afraid of dogs!" she sobbed uncontrollably, covering her ears as the jackals growled incessantly. The corner of your lips raised, and the burning in your chest persisted. "Okay," you said to them, who was as pale as a ghost, "you can go," and returned your gaze to the girls, whose faces were filled with hope. The girls scurried away as the jackals yielded when you signaled them to. They were screaming for help and almost tripping, which made you snicker.
You slowly returned your gaze to Reb, who was staring at you with wide eyes filled with tears, pleading for mercy. You scoff bitterly at the hope that filled her eyes the moment the girls escaped. She doesn't really think you'll let any of them go, does she? Not after going so far as to summon Anubis' jackals.
With rough and calloused hand, you grabbed her jaw, forcing her back to look in the direction of the jackals and her friends, eliciting a pained whimper from her. Reb closed her eyes in fear of what you were about to show her, "Dare to close your eyes, and I'll pluck them out." She opened her eyes almost painfully in an instant. Then you turned your head to look at the jackals, you began to mouth words to the awaiting jackals, a sinister smile appeared on your lips.
"Fetch."
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You looked up at Steven, your heart painfully pounding inside your ribs as you waited for him to react, but he just sat there, staring into nothing as he tried to process the information you'd given him. "Baby, I need you to say something," you said softly, your face flushed with anxiety.
When he asked once, you decided to tell him everything, and so you came clean, pushing all negative thoughts aside and choosing to tell him everything that happened. Steven and you were still inside the pantry room, now fully cleaned and clothed. He was the one who cleaned, not letting you do anything while he took care of you. Now you were both on the ground, you sitting sideways on Steven's lap while he massaged your aching legs.
You whispered his name again, hoping that this would break him out of his trance. Steven cleared his throat and apologized for his lapse in concentration. He immediately looked at you and caressed your shoulder with one hand while gently squeezing your thigh with the other. "Well, I—uh. I don't— I actually don't know what to say," he admitted, taking a deep breath before running his tongue across his lower lip.
"I'm sorry," an almost regretful sigh escaped your mouth.
Steven only nodded, his gaze fixed on his hands, which were gently stroking your legs. "Me too. You know you didn't have to do that," he sighed again before raising his chin and not looking at you. This made your heart tighten, assuming that he's starting to dislike you.
Sweet Steven had always seen all of your sides, even the ones you weren't aware of. He knew how bloodthirsty you were in battle, he knew your past and why Anubis chose you to be his avatar, Steven knew your hands were dripping with crimson blood and yet he stayed to help you clean them.
Can that be changed? Through one night of secrecy? One night of going behind his back? But the reason was for him, so you have no regrets....right?
You took your hands off his chest and slowly brought them up to your chest, concerned about how this conversation would end. "You shouldn't have done that." His voice was quiet and emotionless, adding to the anxiety you were already experiencing. Though you expected him to rant about you being a murderer and all, his hands moved at a leisurely pace, soft and delicate against your touch-starved skin.
"I know, I'm sorry-"
"And you shouldn't apologize." Your briefly closed eyes opened as Steven's warming gaze loomed over you, and despite the fact that the room was only lit by an amber soft light, you could clearly see his features. "Because I don't want you to be guilty about something that has nothing to do with you, my love." He took one of your hands and brought it to his face, softly kissing between the spaces your knuckles...the same hand that you used to punish Reb. "And I don't want you to spiral again, so stop with the thoughts, okay?" he added, raising both his eyebrows as a small warning.
"So you're not disgusted by me, even after doing those things?" you asked, hoping to put your cynicism to rest. Steven chuckled softly before squeezing your hand. "Are you joking me?" You shrugged your shoulders slightly. "Honesty, Steven," You looked down at your hands, which were now encasing his. Steven is probably the most honest person you've ever met, and he can be brutally honest at times.
"No, darling," he assured, tenderly kissing your brow, "and that's set in stone." His words were the key to the chain that was wrapped around your pained heart, now giving you the reassurance you had been waiting for.
You couldn't help but form a shaking smile, now that your relaxed body was resting against his and snuggling against the crook of his neck, sniffing his comforting aroma. You were both engulfed in silence, and apart from the muffled music from outside, your breathing was the only thing that brought you both peace...until Steven broke it.
"Just a question, darling, what happened to Rebecca?" he asked, his tone slightly raised at the end in utter confusion. You opened your eyes and bit your lower lip before returning your gaze to him, leaving a soft kiss on his neck before you did so. "Death was mercy for her, Steven, so she's in the hospital right now." You smiled, shifting from your sitting position to rest your back on his chest. Before you could continue telling him, you smiled slightly as you felt his heartbeat begin to thump loudly.
"Paralyzed from the waist down, with only the memory of her fears, and she'll have to live with that for the rest of her life, that is if she doesn't....you know." Steven wrapped his arms around you as you continued to make yourself comfortable. "Anubis had other plans, but it was the same as death, so I didn't agree."
Anubis desired to reenact Osiris' tragic death.
Steven softly pressed his lips against your bare shoulder, drawn to the way you feel against him. "How did you inhale the drug?" he mumbled, almost slurred because he wouldn't raise his head. "As I made her watch her friends, she was able to throw it at me and scratch me in the process, only because I was watching how the jackals fed," you chuckled, slightly tickled before leaning your head onto him.
When you noticed yourself slipping from your sitting position, you immediately sat up, pushing yourself backwards to sit properly, causing Steven's breath to hitch. You froze for a moment before laughing and looking at him, who is already looking away, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Don't," he chuckled, wanting to warn you but failing miserably when you began to shift your hips teasingly. "Don't what, Mr. Knight?" you teased, giggling as he rested his forehead on your shoulder, refusing to let you look at him so flushed.
'If you are to do it again, be civilized for once and do not do it here. Such filthy humans.'
When you snorted at Anubis' complaint, Steven raised his head and asked what was funny "Nothing," you explained, shifting again, causing his chest to expand and his teeth to sink against his lip. "I kid you not, darling. What you're doing will not end well." He shook his head at you, slightly throwing his head back, causing his wild locks to dangle. Your hands darted through his hair, combing it back using your fingers. "Okay, only because we're still here, but once we get to your car..." You leaned in, your hot breaths fanning over each other as Steven waited for you to kiss him.
"Then?" Steven asked softly, his gaze glued on your parted lips, almost desperate that you weren't finishing your sentence quickly. As a tease, you ghostly brushed your lips against him, causing his arms to traverse from your waist to your ass. "Then I—"
A sudden movement on the doorknob startled you both. "Man, where them fuckin' keys?" A frustrated man outside punched the door, and you and Steven exchanged wide-eyed glances. You covered your mouth to keep the laughter at bay. It's a good thing Steven took the keys before coming in here, or you'd have been caught a long time ago.
When you turned to say something to Steven, you were caught off guard once more when his lips hungrily met yours. His hands were now firm and secure on your buttocks as he drew you closer against his already hot body. "I... love... you," he declared between breathless kisses that made you grip his hair tighter. Although you intended to respond, Steven's tongue slid inside your mouth and prevented you from doing so, causing you to grin widely.
You should probably stop him before things get too heated again, but the way his movements are so deliberate made you want to keep going and see where this was going. Despite the voices in your head telling you that going for another round is a bad idea here, but then again, your head was becoming too fogged up to understand anything.
And you're certain that the drug isn't the cause this time.
I just read ‘oh nosy’ and IM IN LOVE WITH IT. It’s something about badass female characters that would do anything to protect their love, specially if it’s sweet Steven 🥺 I was stalking your playlist and I saw there’s going to be a part 2?? Could you maybe tag me in it? 🙏🏻❤️
AHHHHH of course!! I'll tag everyone that asked if there will be a part two in 'Oh Nosy'! I'M GLAD YOU LOVED ITTTT 💕
it's almost done i promise, it's just that a lot of things are preventing me from finishing it *ehem school works*
Warnings: S m u t. Intense bj. Some dirty talk. Horny-ass reader. Slight dom!Steven but not really. Edging but not really. Language. 18+, please.
Summary: Steven wasn't usually like this. He's ever the patient man, rarely demanding and rarely so...needy. But something about tonight had been different.
So this is my first smut like EVER. This is not beta read, sorry in advance for any mistakes and tense shifts. No plot LOL And please be easy on me! Let me know what you guys think! Hope ya’ll enjoy :)
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Steven wasn't usually like this.
He's ever the patient man, rarely demanding and rarely so...needy.
But something about tonight had been different.
It was his turn to plan a date night and it was only meant to be a nice dinner downtown at a restaurant you'd both never been to but heard so much about. Something about a wide salad variety and wine selection. He couldn't remember anymore, not with the way your mouth was on him, sucking him off with a force that had his knees buckling in the washroom of said restaurant.
And god, you wore the prettiest black dress. It hugged you in all the right places, accentuating the parts of you that Steven could map out in his mind. The sequins sewn into the fabric twinkled and shined with each bob of your head, the dim lighting casting shadows over your pretty face as you went to work, slurping and lapping at him like a kitten.
Steven peered down at you with hooded eyes, watching how his cock disappeared past the seam of your lips. Spit dribbled down your chin and over your masterful fingers, gripping the base of his cock with the perfect amount of pressure.
It was a messy, messy escapade.
His head fell back against the wall, mouth agape as you swirled your tongue around his head in the way you knew he loved. You were meticulous in your actions, using your hands to stroke him carefully before devouring him again, hungry for the grunts and whimpers that escaped him.
It was his first time doing something naughty like this with you in public. You sucking his dick in the washroom of a fucking restaurant? The whole experience was too much and not enough at the same time. It made him feral, impatient for his release, and so fucking needy.
Before he could think, Steven threaded his fingers into your hair roughly, almost painfully. He was controlling the speed now, forcing you to suck him much faster and much deeper. He watched you choke and sputter on his cock, struggling to catch up with the new pace he’d set.
Steven wasn't usually so rough with you.
He preferred to hold you as if you were a dainty little thing in his hands, a vase made of Italian glass, far too precious to be handled roughly. But seeing you now, eyes glazed with lust, on your knees, and mouth full of him, well, Steven finally understood.
“You like it this way, don’t you, love,” he muttered, voice grainy as if he’d swallowed gravel, “you like it when I make you choke on my cock.” Your eyes fluttered as you released a moan that sent ripples through him, your hand snaking underneath the hem of your dress to relieve the ache between your legs.
It was absolutely filthy.
He should’ve known you were horny, should’ve known you were aching for him from the moment you eyed him from under your curled lashes, your lips already tinted a shade darker from the red cabernet, your dinner completely forgotten.
“Mm, that’s it, darling,” as his confidence grew so too did the words that tumbled from his mouth, “take as much as of me as you can.”
You complied with Steven’s rapid rhythm, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could, your tongue doing its sensual dance around his length, driving him closer to the edge. You moved your hand from between your legs, your wet fingers clawing his black trousers, pushing them farther down past his knees.
The pressure of Steven’s tip hitting the back of your throat made your eyes wet with unshed tears, causing more sloppier motions and noisier suctions.
Steven was gone, the pressure building from his toes and up towards his core, his eyes screwing tightly shut and ears catching every single obscene noise that came out of you.
"L-love," he stuttered, "I'm about t-to..." You pulled away instantly, chest heaving and a glistening smile spreading over your swollen red lips.
Steven whined, head drooping forward in defeat.
"You're a cruel mistress, darling," he muttered, his thumb grazing your lower lip, smearing your salvia over your cheek, "such a tease." You hummed, letting your eyes flutter close at his touch. You didn't move, your face still inches away from Steven's hard length, knees pressed deeply in the blue tiled floor, and hands still gripping his trousers.
"The waiter will get suspicious, Steven." You rasped out, yet you hadn't moved to illustrate your point. You stayed on your knees, head tipped up, glazed eyes looking at Steven as if pleading with him. He searched your gaze, momentarily amazed your eyeliner had stayed in place and your mascara hadn’t streaked down your cheeks.
“What do you want, sweet girl?” His thumb continued to stroke your cheek, his eyes searching yours, “You want me to roughen you up like Marc and Jake do, yeah?” You bit your lip, a mewl escaping you in response. Again, Steven understood.
He hesitated for a moment before his fingers curled into your hair, pulling your head back.
“Open your mouth, please,” his tone was soft but with just enough command for you to obey instantly, “tongue out, love.” Steven wrapped his other hand around the base of his cock, slapping his length gently over your tongue once, then a second time with more force. “Now suck.”
You wasted no time, once again wrapping your lips around his length and allowing him to move you at the pace he wanted. Steven’s head hit the wall for the second time, his lips parted and his breath uneven. His hand was merciless in guiding your mouth back and forth over his slippery cock.
He’d forgotten about the food and the wine and the damn waiter, his mind only focused on how good your mouth felt and how good you made him feel.
“Oh God,” he whimpered, fingers tightening in your hair, “I-I can’t hold it.” As soon as you moaned in response, Steven groaned, curling forward. He held your head flush against his pelvis as he painted your mouth and throat with his cum. “Take it, love.” He moaned, and you did. Every single drop.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked once he caught his breath, his body relaxing and his fingers massaging your scalp to ease whatever pain he might have inflicted. He caught a glimpse of you licking your lips free of his cum and that was enough for his softening cock to harden again.
“No, baby, I liked it.” You grinned, placing a chaste kiss on his soft member before helping him with his trousers and belt.
Steven grabbed your forearms and helped you up, your legs trembling from your kneeling position but that didn’t stop you from surging forward to kiss him. He could taste himself on your tongue, his bitter flavor mixed with the bitterness of the red wine. Absolutely filthy.
“That was fucking amazing, darling,” he moaned over your lips, moving to pepper kisses up your neck and over your cheeks, “such a good girl.” His hand ran down the length of your arm and down your thigh, pushing your dress up to settle two fingers between your legs. “Bloody hell,” he muttered, “you're soaked, love.” You shivered as he swirled his fingers around your wetness, pulling his hand out to inspect. Your juices clung to his fingers and before he could react you plunged his thick digits into your mouth with a moan.
“We gotta go,” Steven groaned, watching you taste yourself, “we gotta go home now.”
“Now, Steven?” You feigned disappointment, your tongue continuing to lap over his fingers as you pressed you body against his. His cock was hard. “What about dinner?”
“We’ll take it to go, yeah?” He insisted, pecking your lips. He moved with lightning speed to straighten your pretty dress and smooth down your hair, making sure his girl was decent before going back out in public.
“But—”
“We gotta go, now, love. No, don’t look at me like that, this is all your fault, you little minx.”
The false pout on your lips shattered and was replaced with a grin you couldn’t hold back. A giggle burst from you when Steven unlocked the bathroom door and pushed you forward with urgency, ignoring the knowing looks from those that were waiting patiently for the washroom.
Context: After a wonderful night, an unpleasant feeling washed over you for no explicable reason. But you weren't the only one who felt this way; your lovely Steven had also sensed what was about to happen and thus offered a dance.
Warning: Angst, Small Mentions of Pregnancy (for those who doesn't like stories like these), Grief
Music: Till Then by The Mills Brothers
This night was utterly beautiful, the moon glowed brightly than usual, the air was cooler, and it was so peaceful. But what made it more special than any other night was that you spent it with the love of your life, Steven Grant.
Steven promised you a date, which he fulfilled tonight. He took you to all of your favorite places in London, which resulted in both of you staying until midnight. You suggested that you both stay in because you knew his new job was exhausting, but he preferred not to. He explained that a lady like you should always feel special, which is why he planned to take you out on a date every Friday.
You admired how he remembered everything you liked even when you only mentioned it once, especially given his forgetfulness.
"Here, take this love," Steven smiled, gently covering your bare shoulders with his coat. "You might catch a cold."
You returned his sweet smile, reaching up to hold his hand that rested briefly on your shoulder. "Thank you, darling," Steven hummed before facing the empty field of the local park again. Steven wanted to end the night peacefully, so he took you to your last favorite place. You sighed contentedly before resting your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes as you felt him do the same.
Steven encased your right hand in his larger ones, slightly leaning back on the back of the bench. He began rubbing loving circles on your knuckles, his hands ghostly running over your fingers and palms. A simple life with the most perfect man was everything you could ever want. Your lips curled into a smile as you imagined your future with him, how you'd both live peacefully, how he'd look playing with your children, and how you'd both grow old together.
But then,
A sudden feeling washed over you, interrupting your dream. You couldn't quite make it out, but you know it was uncomfortable and troubling. But it was when you realized you weren't the only one who felt this way that your brows knitted even more. You opened your eyes to see Steven, whose body tensed beside you. He was still staring straight ahead, his face blank, and his grip on your hand had tightened slightly.
"Darling?" you called softly, holding his shoulder with your free hand as you worriedly searched his face. He wasn't responding, and he was very still, so still that you became concerned. "Steven?" you asked, sitting up straight.
With the unrecognizable feeling and Steven's lack of action, your heartbeat painfully quickened. "Steven, darling? Are you okay?" you inquired again, this time with obvious concern in your voice.
You began rubbing his shoulder to get his attention, attempting to release your hand from his firm grip, but to no avail. This was starting to frighten you, and you had no idea why. You tried everything to get his attention, pinching him, waving your hands in front of his face, snapping your fingers, but he didn't move. "Steven, you're scaring me," you mumbled, looking down at your squished hand.
Steven slowly turned his head towards you with that single sentence. His grip loosened and he resumed caressing your hand, his eyes filled with adoration as he searched your worried expression. "I'm fine, love," Steven said, as if he hadn't been acting strangely earlier. "Are you?" He asked, gently cupping your right cheek. You heaved a shaky breath before trying to comprehend what had occurred.
Steven's questions and concern about your expression made you relax a little, giving you the impression that your Steven has returned. But why did he behave like that?
It was as if he sensed something uneasy...like you.
Did he feel it as well?
"I-I'm okay, Steven," you responded, trying to forget what had happened earlier. Steven huffed and chuckled as he rubbed your temple with his thumb, "Oh good, I thought something happened." You tried not to react to his chuckle because you knew it was completely forced. Steven felt something similar to you, and you know it.
But if he really did, why isn't he saying anything?
"Steven, did you—"
"Can I offer you a dance, love?" Steven stood up abruptly, taking both your hands in his and bending down to await your response. You looked up at his smiling figure, which was so beautiful in the moonlight. "Just one, yeah?" His smile widened as he raised both your hands to his face and tenderly kissed the gaps of your knuckles.
You thought about it at first, but since Steven seemed to want to dance with you, you gave him a genuine soft smile before standing up with him. Steven's cheeks flushed as he led you both slightly away from the bench you were sitting on in order to give you both more space. "Thank you, my love," Steven whispered as he came to a halt.
His gentle hands found your waist and drew you in closer until your chests were touching. You softly hugged his neck, and he rested his cheek against yours. Although you had always wanted to dance with Steven, the earlier feeling lingered. And, despite his smile, Steven's eyes were filled with the polar opposite of happiness.
You swallowed and closed your eyes as Steven began to sway you both. Maybe you're just hallucinating, yeah? Maybe it's just fatigue that has you feeling this way. You don't want to ruin this night, so you tried to relax yourself with Steven's warmth.
It was then you felt yourself relaxing when you heard Steven's melodic voice. "Till then, my darling, please wait for me," He was singing the song that was playing in the background when you two first met at a coffee shop. His voice was so soothing that you leaned in closer to him and silently hummed with him, feeling the tension in your body release.
"Till then, no matter when it will be, some day I know I'll be back again, please wait till then."
You began drawing circles on Steven's nape with your fingers, feeling him smile in your ear as he leaned in closer. As he hummed, his warm breath tickled your ear and his large hands caressed your waist, lovingly running his fingers through your curves.
"Our dreams will live though we are apart," As Steven sang the part that made your chest tighten uncomfortably, your smile faded. "Our love I know we'll keep in our hearts" Your fingers stopped playing with his hair and your hands tensely rested on his shoulders. The feeling you once shook off has returned, stronger than ever. You turned slowly to face Steven, who had his head down, your brows arched as he avoided eye contact.
"Steven," you said quietly, cupping his cheeks and turning him to face you. You huffed as you felt your chest tighten even more when you saw Steven's eyes glistening and his face downcast. "Till then, when all the world will be free. Please wait for me". Steven continued, his voice cracking at the end as he began to cry. In a panic, you both came to a halt and gently wiped away his tears,
"Oh darling, what's wrong?" you asked, not noticing that your eyes were also getting prickled by tears. Steven's hands held your head, his dark eyes staring at you as if he was afraid you'd vanish if he looked away.
"Why are you leaving me, love?" he asked, his voice quivering with heartbreak. His question caused your face to contort in confusion. What did he say? You weren't going anywhere, and if you were, where to? "No, Steven, I'm right here," you tried to console him, but he shook his head.
Steven was crying, and you had no idea how to comfort him because you didn't know why.
You kissed his forehead, drawing him close to you, and tried to stop him from crying. Steven sobbed as he hugged you tightly and buried his face in your neck. "I'm sorry, love, I shouldn't be acting this way," he said, his voice trembling and muffled.
You were so perplexed that you simply remained silent. What was going on? Why is Steven suddenly crying? Why was he asking you to stay when you were never going to leave—
It's alright, say your goodbyes to him.
When you heard an unfamiliar voice, your head jerked around. This increased your anxiety because you didn't understand anything. Steven tightened his grip on your back, holding your arm that was hugging his neck, his crying had subsided but he was still shedding tears. "I'm going to miss you," he whimpered.
"What are you saying, Steven?" You brought his face up to your level, his eyes puffy and his face damped. "Y-You're leaving....me," Steven hiccupped, his quivering mouth curled into a frown.
You chuckled nervously, "No, I'm not." You tried to prove him wrong, but something inside you told you that he was telling the truth. Steven forced a smile and nodded at you, "It's okay, love, I'm not mad." He wiped your hairs off your face and stared at you lovingly, as if this was the last time he'd get to look at you like this.
Steven gently wiped the single tear from your cheek. "So beautiful, you," he said, smiling, "The best gift I've ever had."
Is he taking it easy?
You dropped your head on Steven's shoulders with another call of the voice. "I'm sorry, Steven." You didn't know why your mouth moved unconsciously, as if it had its own mind. "I tried but couldn't; it was becoming more difficult for me." Now you were the one sobbing on his chest. "I want to stay with you, Steven, I really want to," you mumbled as you felt strangled. In response to your words, Steven took a deep breath and hugged you even tighter. The words you didn't know you were saying.
"I know, love, don't blame yourself," Steven said, looking up at the sky, not wanting to cry any longer. Your grip on him loosened as he backed away slightly, wanting to look at you again. "As much as I dislike saying it, perhaps this is for the best."
Listen to him; everything will be fine.
"For your sake, love, you're doing the right thing," Steven smiled sincerely, wrinkles forming on the sides of his deep dark eyes. You felt as if your legs were about to give way, closing your eyes as you still felt as if you knew everything and nothing at the same time. "I love you," Steven confessed, quickly closing the gap between your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him in for one last passionate kiss.
"I love you, I love you," you said again and again between breathless kisses. Steven hesitantly drew back and hugged you one last time, his hands securing you tightly, almost as if he was reconsidering your departure. You felt his chest pound against you while your surroundings suddenly shrank. Despite the fact that the world seemed to be closing in on you, Steven's touch gave you reassurance.
"Thank you for everything, darling, my Steven."
As you began to lose consciousness when your surroundings shrank and became engulfed in unexplainable darkness, your vision began to split in two and nearby noises became distorted, but before you passed out in Steven's arms, you audibly heard him hum one last time.
"Please wait till then,"
...
"Ms. L/N?"
A now-familiar voice prompted you to slowly flutter your eyes open. The bright ceiling light that welcomed you was blinding your blurry vision, so you closed your eyes again for a few moments, gently rubbing them.
A quiet groan of discomfort escaped your mouth as your fingers met both of your watery eyes. Every time your hand moved in a different direction, there was a stinging sensation. You tried to recall why you were feeling dizzy and why your eyes felt like they had been staring at the sun for too long, but your thoughts were cut short by a faint melody playing beside you.
"Although there are oceans we must cross and mountains that we must climb,"
Regardless of how painful your eyes were, you fluttered them wide open and searched for the source of the music that was making your heart beat faster. Your reddish eyes were drawn to a record player with a disc that was playing the only song you considered to be music to your ears.
Your slightly parted lips curled into a smile as your hands rested on your heated chest. Your gaze was drawn to the record player on the table beside the couch you were sitting on, recalling the happy memories it brought. "Till then, let's dream of what there will be," You quietly sang along before turning your gaze to the woman in front of you.
"Hello, Ms. L/N, welcome back," greeted the woman wearing round pitch-black glasses, her wrinkled hands holding a large notebook that rested on her crossed legs. "Did you get a chance to say goodbye?"
The sincere smile on your face faded quickly and you settled your hand back on your lap.
"P-pardon?" you inquired, slightly perplexed as to what she was referring to. "To Steven?" the woman licked her lips as she quickly adjusted her glasses.
Steven? Why would you say goodbye to someone who isn't even here? And how did she come to know him? Your brow furrowed, and you stared at her, puzzled. The woman noticed how clueless you appeared to be about the situation, so she leaned in closer.
"I know every gain must have a loss,"
Before returning her gaze to you, the woman briefly glanced at the music that was still playing beside you. "Earlier today, I put you in a trance...with Steven," she began, and as those words left her mouth, you found yourself recalling events from a while ago.
"It was a way for you to get closure. You asked me to do it, and I assisted you."
"Help me with what?" you murmured, your eyes stinging once more. You asked her not because you didn't know the answer, but because you wanted to know if what you remembered about Steven was true or not.
The woman sighs and places her other foot on the carpeted floor, her face slightly downcast. "Mr. Grant, was..." She looked at you to see if she could go on, "He was involved in a terrible accident a few months ago."
"What?" you laughed incredulously, tears streaming down the sides of your cheeks. "Steven's probably at home, reading a book or doing a puzzle," you reasoned, hoping to prove her wrong.
"So pray that our loss is nothing but time,"
Your heart dropped as the woman slowly shook her head. "Mr. Grant is no longer with us, which is why you're here, Ms. L/N." She tried to comfort you by reaching for your hand, but you just stared at her with glossy wide eyes.
Her words rushed through your mind, not allowing you to fully comprehend them. It was as if your brain had shut down and all you could do was listen to the woman in front of you who seemed to be telling the truth.
Steven's at home....isn't he?
"Your grief was too much for you to bear, so your mind devised a way to cope with his loss; you told me that you frequently pass out and wake up to the promised day Mr. Grant never fulfilled, and every time you relive that whenever you yearn for him; it was becoming extremely unhealthy for you and the baby, which is why I decided to help you find closure. We've been doing this for weeks; may I ask if it worked this time?" The woman asked, her voice soft and patient.
What?
Your brows raised in surprise as your dried mouth parted slightly, and you unconsciously found your hand gently resting on the small bump on your belly. "I..." you breathed, not knowing how to speak properly given the amount of information that had flooded your mind. You looked back at the woman who was ready to stand up if anything happens to you.
"Till then, we'll call on each memory,"
"It's fine, Ms. L/N. We can continue at another time—"
"No," you cut her off, pausing for a few seconds before returning your gaze to her worried expression. Fortunately, your mind has allowed things now to sink in properly for you to understand, and you believe you can continue with her topic without breaking down too much. "I...I'm not sure if it did," you muttered, unsure of your response. You didn't know if you'd successfully escaped the world you'd created.
It was a world where Steven and you went on the date he promised, which was also the date you planned to tell him you were pregnant. You wished you could have seen his reaction; he'd be thrilled to learn that he'd have a smaller version of himself. All you could do now was presume on how he would react.
"It's okay, we can try again next time," she said as she stood up to sit right next to you, still holding the notebook, "You should let it all sink in. Whenever we do the trance, you often wake up and forget everything." Venice gently grabbed your right hand and brought it to hers, inspiring you to look back at her.
Oh, she's right. You hadn't remembered her name until now.
"I'm here to help you, okay? You don't have to move on, just accept. A love like that can never fade away," Venice said as she gently squeezed your hand and smiled lovingly. Your lips began to quiver at her words, and you found yourself crying once more.
"Till then, when I will hold you again,"
You're not sure if you'll ever recover from his death or escape the reality you've created, but you'll try...for him and your child. You could've followed Steven months ago if you hadn't been pregnant, but knowing how he'd react, you chose to live your life for him. It just sucks that he left first and that it wasn't the cliché type of both of you dying of old age together, that's terrifying.
You closed your eyes as Venice drew you in for a warm embrace, and you shuddered at how you heard the song's final line before it ended. It was almost as if Steven himself had whispered it to you.
Context: After work, you were supposed to visit a friend's house, but instead, you ended up helping Steven with his sex drive problem.
Warnings: Sexual Content, Descriptive Sex, Needy Steven, Vulgar Words, Mentions of Drugs
"Steven, love, we're going to be late," you called from the living room, slipping your small purse strap over your right shoulder and tucking excess hair behind your ears. You squinted your eyes at yourself, turning sideways to see if you were presentable enough.
You smiled as you ran your hands down your defined curves, satisfied with how you looked. You were wearing the dress Steven had secretly purchased for you; he figured you'd look good in a raven corset bodycon dress, so he bought you one.
You adored how it fit you and that he knew your size. You twirled around again, a little giddy, to see yourself in the full length mirror. But when you remembered that time was running out, you looked towards the bedroom, where Steven should have already emerged.
"Steven!" you yelled, but there was no response. What could possibly be taking him so long to prepare? It wasn't as if he was applying makeup or layering clothing; you remembered that he was simply wearing a suit that he felt comfortable in. You called him again, irritated that he was ignoring you. After a few seconds, you marched towards the slightly open bedroom door and pushed it open.
"Steven."
Your anger was replaced with worry as you were about to scold him for not responding when you noticed him leaning on his desk, head low and visibly panting. He was already dressed and all he needed was his coat, but something seemed off about him, so you quickly set your bag down and approached him. "Love, are you okay?" When you were about to touch him, he flinched and slightly backed away. Your brows knitted together in concern as you noticed how sweaty he was and how his previously combed hair had become disheveled and was hanging on his brow.
"Steven, what's wrong, baby?" you asked softly, alarmed by how he looked right now. Now that you mention it, you recall him acting strangely since he got home from work. When you tried to grab his shoulder, he avoided and shook his head rapidly, his breathing became even more ragged. "I-I can't." You raised your eyebrows slightly in surprise when you heard him suddenly whimper, not just any whimper, but a very needy one.
Steven's big puppy dog eyes were drawn to what you were wearing, and his breathing became visibly labored. He turned around, gripping his hair in frustration, and lowered his head, his heavy breathing becoming more audible. "You can leave without me...I'm not feeling well," he muttered. You were perplexed as to what was happening to him, until you noticed how his body shuddered in response to you softly calling his name. That's when you realized you might know what's wrong with him.
You'd known Steven for years and had memorized his body language, which is now telling—screaming for you. Your eyes scrutinized his body from head to toe, and with his back to you, you began to approach him quietly. "Steven, baby," you said, wanting to know if what you were thinking was correct, so you wrapped your arms around his waist, tenderly caressing his stomach with your hands, eliciting a small moan from him.
As you were right in your thoughts, a small smile crept up your face. Steven is desperate right now, perhaps too desperate to moan to such a single caress. When you pressed harder against him, he leaned back and rested his head on yours, his mouth slightly parted, causing his breathing to reverberate throughout the room. "There's something...wrong with me, love," he whined, softly holding both of your hands and resisting the urge to ask you to touch him.
You placed a small wet kiss on his neck, causing his grip to tighten and his lip to bite roughly. There's been a change of plans because there's no way in hell you're going to let Steven suffer through this. But you wanted to know why he's so desperate right now, and why he didn't ask for help hours ago. "What happened?" you whispered in his ear, smoothly dragging your hands from his chest to unbuckle his belt.
"I...uh...there was this..." He struggled to speak every time his belt moved, and you could see his bulge begging for attention. You hummed, requesting Steven to continue. "My coworkers, they were doing something...and I asked to know what it was," he said, his voice husky and strained, and just looking at him like this aroused you.
"Then what?" you wondered, tilting your head to see Steven's reaction when you finally slipped your hand into his boxers. He gasped when he felt your hand delicately massage and stroke him, and he couldn't answer your question because his mind was fogged up. His one hand darted to your touching wrist, begging for more. "Oh bloody hell, that feels so good," he groaned, closing his eyes and leaning back. You took advantage of the situation by biting and nibbling on his neck. "Then what, Steven?" you asked between bites.
If Steven became this way as a result of his coworkers, you'd want to know how, because they didn't have the authority to do so.
"Oh—God, your hand feels so..." Steven's breath became shaky, and his grip on your hand tightened, causing you to harshly bite your lip.
"Steven."
"Then there was this powder, and they forced me...God...they forced me to inhale it," Steven explained, moaning in between words. You could feel yourself becoming more enraged by what he said; if he hadn't been begging for you right now, you would've gone to the museum and made them pay for what they did to your helpless Steven. Your other free hand was now caressing his body beneath his slightly unbuttoned polo. "Please, love...I need you—so badly," he whimpered, closing his eyes tight before beginning to squirm, indicating that he was nearing his release.
"It's okay, I'm here," you cooed, slightly gasping as his slowly rocking hips began to move faster. Steven made a noise with every pump of your hand that you could never get used to. You've both done it countless times before, but it always feels like the first time. Steven's body was becoming increasingly hot, with perspiration streaming down his face and onto his neck. His hair is now tousled and dangling from his head, and his eyes are filled with nothing but desire.
You decided to ignore the aching and pooling entrance between your legs and focus on Steven and getting him the pleasure he requires so he won't suffer any longer. You asked him if he wanted you to stop because he isn't himself, but all he responded with was a loud moan, telling you that he needs this, he needs you.
"Go on, come on my hand, darling," you breathed into his ear, steadying your pace just enough to make his knees buckle. Steven pressed his back against you even more, and you ground on him in response. That was all he needed until he threw his head back, closing his eyes in bliss and letting out a guttural groan that lingered in your ear. "That's a good boy, my Steven," your hand that was inside his shirt, yanked his pants and boxers down completely, while the other continued to stroke him even though he had already came.
"Shit, love....I wanna be inside you—if that's okay..." His hand let go of your wrist and gently held your head on his shoulder. Even though he was under the influence of a drug, Steven wanted to make sure you were doing this willingly. You placed a soft kiss on a mark you had made on him and whispered, "Sure love, go sit on the bed..." He shuddered in response as you grinned against his neck.
Steven let out a small whine when you finally let go of his still hard cock; obeying your command, he stepped out of his pants and struggled to unbutton his polo. His breathing was still labored, and it felt as if his heart was about to escape from his chest. You stood there silently watching him unfasten the last button on his shirt before tossing it elsewhere. Although he may feel like the messiest bloke on the planet, in your opinion, he is the most perfect human being to ever exist, and it saddens you that he had to go through this because of his shitty coworkers.
After failing to notice that you were staring too long at Steven, who is now sitting on the mattress, he became anxious and attempted to cover up, but was stopped when you approached and slammed your lips against his. Steven's kisses were desperate, therapeutic, and feral. It was a little sloppy at first, but once you could straddle him, it was perfect. You moaned as you felt his hands gripping your waist, fingers digging into your still-clothed flesh.
You gasped as you began grinding on him, feeling him already hard beneath you. Steven took advantage of the situation by slipping his tongue inside you, competing with yours as he made sure to go through every part of your mouth. "Shit, love, this dress—you look beautiful in it—but please—I don't think I can last another second with you still clothed," he groaned in your mouth, causing your fingers to harshly tug at his hair.
You drew away, causing him to whine, but it was to undress. When Steven noticed your struggle, he assisted you in pulling it over your head, and once it was above your chest, he wasted no time and buried his face between your breasts. "Oh Steven," you moaned loudly, interlocking your fingers with his wild curly hair once more before rolling your hips on him again.
Steven's hungry mouth brushed up against one of your nipples while massaging the other with one hand. Your hips sped up as his tongue swirled, fiddled, and nibbled on it. You know you should be concentrating on Steven first, but when his other hand began rubbing small circles on your still-clothed clit, you knew your brain was melting. The sensation of him beneath you, his mouth on one of your breasts, his hands on the other and your clit, caused heat to build up on your lower belly.
Steven returned to your open mouth and his hands to your waist, making you wine at the loss of contact. Even just grinding on him, you could feel your release approaching, but you didn't want to finish yet; you wanted to be filled up by him. Steven trailed kisses from your swollen lips to your jaw and then to your neck, sucking on them until your hot skin gets bruised.
"Steven shit...," you exclaimed, feeling him thrust upwards even more faster.
"Fuck, can you please get rid of this?" he groaned, harshly sinking his teeth into your neck and hooking his hands around your waistband. You nodded at him, briefly closing your eyes before lifting yourself up to remove the only piece of clothing that stood between you and Steven. But just as you were about to pull it down, yours and Steven's heads whipped towards the ground, where your purse was laying, there was an incoming call.
You returned your gaze to Steven, who whimpered, shaking his head at you with pleading eyes, begging you to just ignore it, but you were curious as to who it was. You smiled at him and softly kissed his frowning, swollen lips before getting off him and walking towards your purse. Steven gripped your waist tightly, protesting, but you eventually got away, causing him to groan and collapse on the mattress.
The loss of contact dampened your pleasure, but it only aggravated your aching entrance. You dashed towards your purse and took out your phone, slightly gasping when you saw who it was. You returned your attention to Steven, who was desperately waiting for you to hurry up, and answered the phone. "L-Layla!" you greeted, trying to keep your panting under control and from laughing when you saw Steven's shocked expression. Layla's dinner party slipped your mind, and she seemed to call to see where you both were.
[Hey! Where are you guys?]
You tightly closed your eyes before mouthing "shit." You couldn't possibly leave now because Steven is still in heat. You started chewing on your nails, trying to come up with an excuse. "Uh, sorry I forgot to inform you, but there was a problem and I had to assist Steven with it." You let out a nervous chuckle before turning to Steven, who appeared to be struggling to keep from touching himself. You smirked and started walking back to him, phone still in your hand. Steven pleaded with you to hurry up with his big doe eyes. You just bit your lower lip at him before returning your attention to Layla.
[Oh is that so? That's unfortunate, but it's okay! I hope you can resolve your problem soon.]
"Thank you, Layla. We'll make amends soon," you chuckled, relieved that Layla understood your predicament. You returned your gaze to Steven, who was lying, and began to hover over him. Before saying goodbye to Layla, you raise your brows teasingly. When Steven heard the end call button, he instantly grabbed it and threw it away, exhaling, "That was too long," before pulling you in for a deep kiss. You smiled at how desperate he was, but your smile faded as you felt him throb against you. "So needy, my Steven" You moaned, licking his bottom lip before dragging your tongue down his neck to his collarbones.
You began to align yourself with his throbbing cock without wasting any more time and with Steven's small but desperate pleases. Taking a deep breath before finally settling down on him. Your eyes widened as you felt him enter you so forcefully that tears welled up in your eyes. Steven helped you by gently holding your waist and panting against your heaving chest. You rested your head on his shoulder for a few moments to gather your thoughts. Despite your inaction, Steven moaned, "So tight, my love." You prepared by gripping his shoulders, your heart racing so fast that it hurt your chest.
Steven arched his brow in concern and gently cupped your flushed cheek, lifting it up so you could see him. "I'm sorry, love, but you know you don't have to—"
"Shut up, Steven, I want this...Godyou'resofuckinghard." You flutter your eyes open, blinking to get the tears out. Steven chuckled before planting a sloppy kiss on your parted lips. You were telling the truth, and you also want this for reasons other than pleasing Steven, so you have no reason to stop.
After hearing Steven moan in your mouth, begging you to move, you began to rock your hips, slowly at first, before riding Steven into oblivion. "Oh fuck—" Steven's hand darted around your waist, his mouth biting into your flesh as you closed your eyes and yelled his name in pleasure. The sensation of Steven throbbing inside you caused you to clench even tighter around him, eliciting a lewd cry from him.
You hissed as you felt every roll of your hips and Steven's relentless thrusts numb your legs, but it was quickly replaced by overwhelming pleasure. Pleasure that you're certain you can feel in every vein, muscle, and bone in your body, it's a sensation you'll never forget.
The heat that formed in your lower belly was a sign that you were getting close. You moaned as you felt yourself tighten and that faint heat that was now being exacerbated by your and Steven's arousal.
"Steven!" you cried out, repeating his name as if it were the only word you knew, and it echoed loudly throughout the whole house. Steven harshly sucked on your jaw, groaning and his breath catching as he felt him approaching his second orgasm.
Steven brought you closer to your release by thrusting deeper and hitting the areas that needed attention. You shivered as he made certain he hit every single sweet and spongy spot, not missing one. Your grip on his shoulders tightened until you finally let go with a mind-shattering orgasm that left you seeing thousands of stars. "Steven, please—" Everything was becoming overwhelming, and your muscle begged for a break, but Steven persisted and prolonged your pleasure.
"Oh God—" Steven threw back his head in bliss, your come dripping down on him being the thing that had pushed him over the edge. You two let out a loud, breathless moan as Steven released inside of you, allowing his seed to freely flow through and leak out of you.
The sweet aroma of sex and the sound of both of your labored breathing filled the room. You collapsed against Steven, and he cupped the back of your head gently, securing you against him as he slowly lied back down. It was a good thing he finished sooner rather than later because you thought you'd pass out if he didn't.
Steven lovingly stroked your back, tracing his index finger between your shoulder blades before kissing you on the crown of your head. "Thank you, my love," he mumbled in husky, croaky tones. You couldn't form words because he literally fucked them out of you, so you just hummed and nodded.
You nuzzled Steven's neck, still steadying your breathing, when what he said next made you open your eyes in disbelief. "Those coworkers I've mentioned, I overheard them challenging themselves that they can sleep with everyone in the museum, and I must've been their next target," Steven felt how you became still, and he almost regretted telling you that because he knew you wouldn't let any of it go.
You raised your head slowly and gave him an expression that only confirmed his thoughts. "Who are they?" you asked softly, reaching up to gently wipe Steven's stray hairs from his brow. He swallowed nervously, touched that you'd come to avenge him but also terrified of what you'd do, given that you were an avatar of a powerful deity.
Steven pursed his lips, hesitant to name the culprits before nervously chuckling and averting his gaze from time to time. "Don't worry, love, it'll just be a friendly talk," you teased, hoping Steven would reveal the names. He wanted to because they intended to take advantage of him despite knowing he was already in a relationship, but a part of him felt sorry for them.
You smirked at Steven as he turned away slightly. Your dear Steven, still thinking about the other despite the fact that they've done something horrible to him. You cocked your head and smeared soft, passionate kisses on his already bruised neck. "It's okay...I'll figure it out myself," you whispered between kisses, making Steven moan softly.
When you heard Steven say the names, your mouth shut and hatred welled up inside of you, but you remained calm so as not to alert Steven too much. You locked your gaze on him, searching his face and marveling at how stunning he was. "You know I'd do anything for you, right?" you declared solemnly.
"I'd do the same for you, love," Steven followed as you leaned in and made your longing lips connect once more. When it comes to Steven Grant, you always keep your words and act on them with pure intentions.
That's why, after this, you're going to pay those coworkers of his a visit.
this is just a rec list of all of my favorite fics on tumblr and truly some of the best written shit i’ve seen. these writers are all so talented. features a lot of absolute filth, my fave kind of content. i am no where near done with the list, i will update it regularly.
Marc Spector
A God’s Little Bugs by @mewhenimsad
Bad Knight, Good Knight by @babyboibucky
Breakfast by @spacecowboyhotch
Deserve by @softlybarnes
First by @bit-dodgy-innit (one of my fav writers on this fucking app. please, i want to scream from excitement just reading their stuff)
Group Effort by @bit-dodgy-innit
How Do I Ask? by @howaboutcastiel *chefs kiss*
Knead by @the-little-ewok
Let Me Take Care of You by @holy-disaster
Phases by @stormkobra-5
Pretty, Pretty Doll by @dystopian-reverie
Relatively Alright by @moonknightly
Thank Gods by @sansaorgana
Steven Grant
ceremony and devotion (steven / khonshu?) by @rosemaremembrance
Cheer Me Up Before You Go Go by @missdictatorme
Close Encounters of the Maternal Kind by @bit-dodgy-innit
Desirous by @inklore
Dropping In by @bit-dodgy-innit
Eager by @lxvestxned
Familiar Voice by @eloisegrant
Online Lectures by @moonxknightx
Tell Me by @thot-of-khonshu omg professor grant 🥵
The Kiss Scene by @nghtwngs
The Shape of You by @bit-dodgy-innit
Tilt by @the-little-ewok (balance is the sequel with a bit more marc)
Trying for Two by @bit-dodgy-innit
venus, planet of love by @peterthepark
Jake Lockley
I Can't Help Myself (part 1) by @peterthepark 🥺
Limitless (series) by @missdictatorme ULTIMATE CHEFS KISS
Lover Boy by @grantspectortrash
The Magic Touch by @bit-dodgy-innit
The Teddy Bear by @howaboutcastiel
Third One’s The Charm by @missdictatorme
Feat. all of the moon boys
Each Time You Fall In Love by @peterthepark
I Can’t Help Myself (part 2) by @howaboutcastiel
Moon Struck (series) by @softlybarnes
Solace by @lalunight
Sweet as Honey(moon) by @bit-dodgy-innit
Our Little Thing by @wysteria-clad
You’re Not Okay by @sincka
Yours, Mine, Ours by @missdictatorme (your writing makes me feral, respectfully)
Misc.
Daddy Steven by @thot-of-khonshu
First Date w/ the Moon Men by @fromasgardandback
Jealous by @foreverinadais
the moon boys’ interactions with kittens by @thepaperpanda
this doesn’t have a title but i love it so much lol by @athanasius-symposium-of-writings
Context: When the boys learn that you've become anxious with yourself months after childbirth, they made their way in to ensure that everything you've thought about yourself is untrue.
Warning: Fluff, Comforting, Insecurities, Self-Conscious, Married Couple, Mentions of their Child, Implied Smut (i can't help myself)
Staring blankly at yourself, only wearing your undergarments, you continued to scrutinize yourself in the full-length mirror that's just beside the boys' closet, your eyes regrettably trailing from your face all the way down to your body.
'Why do I look like this?'
You pouted, depressed about how you look right now, how you've looked since giving birth to your first child. You tried convincing yourself that you still look good and are as pretty as the boys always say you are as your hands slowly ran down your contours, but the feeling remained no matter how much self-convincing you did. You groaned quietly, your hands stopping at your upper thighs, where there are numerous hideous stretch marks.
You looked down at them, your fingers tracing the lines and wrinkles that ran from your thigh to your stomach. You don't regret having your child; you absolutely love him and he's a miniature version of your boys, but you can't shake the feeling that you're...not looking like yourself anymore. You looked up at the mirror again, slightly leaning over and brushing your hands over the dark circles beneath your obviously tired eyes, the pimples that won't go away, and the way your skin no longer looks the same.
You sighed dejectedly, returning your hands to your sides and convincing yourself one more time that you looked fine. "I look okay!" you exclaimed to yourself, turning your body to give yourself a full look only to hunch over in defeat. "Who am I kidding.." You shook your head, irritatingly wiping a tear from your eye before turning to get your clothes that were on the ground, but you abruptly stopped and faced the door when you heard someone speak.
"Woaaaaaaaaah, I get to see this for free?" Steven's eyes light up from the other side of the room, his face filled with love and admiration as he looked at you. You tried to hide your tenseness by giving him a small smile before attempted getting dressed for the day again. "No, no no, wait! I want to see you like this for a while longer, if that's 'kay, yeah?" He dashed towards you and requested you to stop what you were doing. Steven's big puppy dog eyes almost vanished as his smile reached his ears.
You couldn't help but furrow your brow at Steven's playful antics, "Love, you've seen me like this a thousand times...," you said softly as he drew you in and trapped you between his firm and secure arms. He scoffed, gently brushing his nose against yours before slightly tightening his hold on you. "Always feels like the first time," he whispered, making you swallow. Does he still look at you the same way? or is he only saying this because he feels obligated to do so because he is your husband?
You began to lower your head and pull away from Steven's loving embrace, causing his smile to fade as he noticed how downcast you were. "What's wrong, love?" he asked, gently rubbing your forearm. You sighed deeply before shaking your head, not wanting to be accused of being dramatic, even though Steven and the others would never say that. "It's not nothing; what is it?" He pushed, tilting his head downwards to get a better look at you, and seeing you so down broke his heart.
You shouldn't have spent so much time staring at yourself in the mirror; now Steven won't let it go. Steven's brows arched in concern as you remained silent and avoided his soft gaze. He tried cupping your cheeks and lifting your face up towards him, but you refused to look at him. "Steven, she's self-conscious." Steven's gaze shifted to the mirror beside him, where he noticed his alter, Marc, who was staring solely at you, his heart twisting at knowing how you felt.
"Tell me, love, I'm here," he cooed softly, finally drawing your gaze back to him, which was already filled with tears. Steven frowned, not allowing a single tear to fall down your rosy cheeks, which he always enjoys kissing. You held his hands gently, his eyes and touch telling you that everything is fine...Is it okay to tell him? That you're starting to feel like you're not yourself anymore and that you feel like you're....ugly? Will he simply laugh at you? Saying that you're just too emotional? Or is this just your mind talking to you, and Steven's responses are completely opposite?
"Stop her from crying or I'll recite every goddamn thing that's made me fall in love with her. She needs to be reminded, Steven, stop her from clouding her own mind with her own destructive thoughts." Marc was eager to make his wife feel better and that he's not going to let her feel that way again. He is disgusted with himself for allowing you to fill your mind with false thoughts.
Steven closed his eyes before kissing the top of your head. Although he already knew what was bothering you, he wanted you to tell him yourself so you could get it out of your system. "Tell me, my lovely, beautiful wife," he repeated in your ears, until you finally gave in after many tried and wiped your tears away.
"Steven...I just...I don't feel like myself anymore," you hiccupped, looking in the mirror to see yourself and Marc and Jake, whom you assume are watching. "I'm not as beautiful as you guys say I am anymore..." You added, making the boys feel as if their hearts had been ripped from their chests. Steven huffed and drew you back into an even tighter embrace, cupping the back of your head and resting your face gently on his chest.
"Don't say that, you have no idea how wonderful you are...you are otherworldly, my goddess," he shushed, "and whoever says otherwise has completely gone mad." Steven continued to scatter light delicate kisses on the top of your head, which somehow calmed the raging storm inside your head. Your Steven could never lie, and if necessary, he'll tell you an infinite list of reasons to why he believes you're the most perfect woman to ever exist.
Steven took both of your hands and brought it up to his face, "Every time I look at you, I see nothing but an angel, the greatest gift from above," Steven mumbled as he lowered his head, not looking away from you as he planted delicate little kisses from the back of your hand up to the tips of your fingers. "Not even the most ravishing treasure can ever compare to your beauty," You frowned at Steven, your lower lip quivering at how sweet and genuine he sounded.
"It's okay not to like yourself, darling, but just remember that I—we—will always love everything about you." Steven's face glowed with adoration as he crouched down, leveling with your stomach while still holding both of your trembling hands. "Whether it's something you like about yourself or not, it makes no difference," he reassured lovingly before closing his eyes and softly kissing your marks.
You tried to blink the tears away, but they wouldn't stop. The sensation of being loved by Steven is completely heartwarming, and you can't help but smile. You wiped your tears away with your palms and chuckled, "Oh Steven, thank you." Sniffling, you brushed his hair back, and you knew it wasn't Steven anymore when he opened his eyes and gently placed his hands on the back portion of your thighs.
"Hey baby," Marc greeted, kissing your stomach one last time before rising to his feet. "I don't like you saying untrue things," he admitted, his voice thin and strained. He brought his hands to your face, tenderly brushing your hair away from your face and staring at you with that soft gaze of his. This made you feel a little guilty, but before he let you blame yourself again, he kissed your rosy nose gently.
"Because...You are extraordinary, sweetheart," Marc confessed, his brows arching upwards and his lips curving into a shaking smile. "and I know I don't express myself as much as the other two, but it's true. You're an amazing woman, God, words can't even describe how perfect you are," he huffed, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.
"If you ever think about yourself that way again, remember that you're the most passionate, independent, and ideal person in existence, and no one can tell you otherwise; you're my wife and the mother of our child, what's not to like about you?"
Marc's hot breath brushed against your lips, causing you to look at it. "Thank you, Marc," you sniffled, returning your gaze to him, which was nearly filled with tears. Seeing Marc openly cry while praising you makes the butterfly in your stomach go wild, and this hasn't changed in the time you've been together.
"There's no need to thank you for, babe," he reminded sweetly before leaning in and making your lips collide. As you let a tear ran down your cheeks, the familiar comforting feeling sparked inside your heaving chest. Being trapped in your husbands' presence is enough to calm your nerves, making you love them even more. He drew back slowly, finishing the chaste kiss with a light peck on the nose.
"What's made mi esposa cry, hm?" Jake cooed, his worried face contorting as he softly caressed your tears away. The tears that are no longer caused by anxiety, but by joy. You grinned broadly as you saw Jake, not really hearing his question but mesmerized by how lovely his very different pupils were. Jake furrowed his brows at your inaction before looking down at your stomach. "Ah," He nodded, tracing the marked skin with his gentle fingers, "Has mi carino gotten upset with her beauty marks?" He smiled before tucking your hair behind your ears slowly.
Your hands landed on his shoulders, "a little," you admitted, but unlike before, you don't feel heavy or too insecure about it. "Do you know what this says about you?" he asked, his hands that were caressing your stomach moving to your waist and drawing you closer. As he began to place small delicate kisses from your shoulder up to your jaw, your head tilted slightly to his side. "It says you're human, cariño," Jake lifted your hair away from your neck with his other hand. "And it's proof of how strong you are," he said quietly, but his voice screamed pure honesty and sincerity.
This current consolation from your husbands reminds you of your wedding day, when they took their time saying their vows in front of you and everybody.
"It's proof of the life we've created, our dear little boy," he said quietly, and you smiled as you felt his grin widen against the skin of your neck. "And proof of how wonderful a wife and mother you are." He finally leveled with your face, and you could see the red tint forming across his face, making you adorably giggle at him. Jake frequently blushes when he declares his love for you, and you always find it endearing.
Receiving Steven, Marc, and Jake's love will always be overwhelming; it's something that makes your heart want to explode in ecstasy because you don't know what you did to have them in your life.
"And, as Steven says, having this will make no difference in our love for you....because, oh amor, we did not marry you for your body, we married you because we love you." Jake sighed sharply. This just made you bite your lip stupidly, feeling flustered and wanting to cover up your already tomato-red face.
Jake and the others felt a wave of relief wash over them when they saw you smile so sincerely, and the sadness on your face was completely washed away. Jake chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He carefully lifted you up and let you wrap your legs around his waist as well. "Thank you...all of you." You couldn't express your gratitude to them in words, so you hugged him even tighter. Jake hummed and caressed your back, looking in the mirror at his alters and smiling as they succeeded in making you smile once more.
You felt Jake walk but didn't bother opening your eyes or removing your head from nuzzling in his soft neck, savoring his comforting fragrance that could lull you to sleep. "Let's take the day off, I can take our niñito to Layla's so that she can look after him," he whispered, a hint of mischievousness laced in his baritone voice as he glanced at you before leveling his head to your neck. "Will Layla be okay with that?" you laughed as he nuzzled the crook of your neck.
"Of course, she's been saying she wants to spend time with him. She's his godmother after all."
"Then what do you intend to do?" you asked, but he just smirked at you before hooking his hands on the back of your knees and lifting it up to secure its wrap around his waist. His hands were now delicately caressing the back of your thighs before he playfully mouth-shrugged at you. "I just want to make my wife happy; it's the least I can do." He grinned at you, not moving and waiting for your permission.
Your hands which were on his shoulders, traversed up to his wild curly locks. "I am happy, my dears," you said as you drew him closer with your legs, causing the raised corner of his mouth to rise even higher. "But sure, I'd love to see what you three can do to please me," you joked, tauntingly pursing your lips before laughing at your glee.
"All right then, I won't keep you waiting any longer," he said, his voice full of anticipation as he kissed you and hesitantly unlatched your legs from his waist. "Don't move, mi amor, I'll be quick to drop him off at Layla's," Jake dashed to the bedroom door, sounding like a small child who had been given a gift. As you rolled over to your side, you cackled at his silliness, gasping at how he almost tripped in his carelessness.
But before they could even leave to go downstairs, he peered through the door with a wide grin that could only be your dear Steven's. "Hi," you said as you waved your fingers at him, making him groan at having to leave your side. "Oh bollocks, love, could you please wear your favorite piece?" he asked, his eyes wide and pleading, expecting an immediate response. You laughed, nodding to him in agreement. Steven's eyes lit up as he hurriedly left to do what he needed to do so he could return quickly.
You sigh contentedly before laying back down, closing your eyes and reflecting on how fortunate you are to have them as your partner to spend the rest of your life with. You must be gifted because life has given you not one, not two, but three blessings to care for....now with a little fourth one.
You remembered something and opened your eyes, staring at the ceiling with your hands on your stomach. You scoffed at Steven's request; he wanted you to wear the lingerie you wore on your honeymoon, and he's grown fond of it. And because you've obviously grown since your pregnancy, it no longer fits you perfectly, but Steven didn't seem to mind.
Neither of them did.
Before you could summon the courage to go to your closet and pull it out to wear it again, your phone buzzed, and you quickly looked to see who it was, and the message made you chew on your nails and smile stupidly.
<Marc: Can't wait to see you in it, and maybe we can also use those favorite of yours again ;)>
Context: When the boys learn that you've become anxious with yourself months after childbirth, they made their way in to ensure that everything you've thought about yourself is untrue.
Warning: Fluff, Comforting, Insecurities, Self-Conscious, Married Couple, Mentions of their Child, Implied Smut (i can't help myself)
Staring blankly at yourself, only wearing your undergarments, you continued to scrutinize yourself in the full-length mirror that's just beside the boys' closet, your eyes regrettably trailing from your face all the way down to your body.
'Why do I look like this?'
You pouted, depressed about how you look right now, how you've looked since giving birth to your first child. You tried convincing yourself that you still look good and are as pretty as the boys always say you are as your hands slowly ran down your contours, but the feeling remained no matter how much self-convincing you did. You groaned quietly, your hands stopping at your upper thighs, where there are numerous hideous stretch marks.
You looked down at them, your fingers tracing the lines and wrinkles that ran from your thigh to your stomach. You don't regret having your child; you absolutely love him and he's a miniature version of your boys, but you can't shake the feeling that you're...not looking like yourself anymore. You looked up at the mirror again, slightly leaning over and brushing your hands over the dark circles beneath your obviously tired eyes, the pimples that won't go away, and the way your skin no longer looks the same.
You sighed dejectedly, returning your hands to your sides and convincing yourself one more time that you looked fine. "I look okay!" you exclaimed to yourself, turning your body to give yourself a full look only to hunch over in defeat. "Who am I kidding.." You shook your head, irritatingly wiping a tear from your eye before turning to get your clothes that were on the ground, but you abruptly stopped and faced the door when you heard someone speak.
"Woaaaaaaaaah, I get to see this for free?" Steven's eyes light up from the other side of the room, his face filled with love and admiration as he looked at you. You tried to hide your tenseness by giving him a small smile before attempted getting dressed for the day again. "No, no no, wait! I want to see you like this for a while longer, if that's 'kay, yeah?" He dashed towards you and requested you to stop what you were doing. Steven's big puppy dog eyes almost vanished as his smile reached his ears.
You couldn't help but furrow your brow at Steven's playful antics, "Love, you've seen me like this a thousand times...," you said softly as he drew you in and trapped you between his firm and secure arms. He scoffed, gently brushing his nose against yours before slightly tightening his hold on you. "Always feels like the first time," he whispered, making you swallow. Does he still look at you the same way? or is he only saying this because he feels obligated to do so because he is your husband?
You began to lower your head and pull away from Steven's loving embrace, causing his smile to fade as he noticed how downcast you were. "What's wrong, love?" he asked, gently rubbing your forearm. You sighed deeply before shaking your head, not wanting to be accused of being dramatic, even though Steven and the others would never say that. "It's not nothing; what is it?" He pushed, tilting his head downwards to get a better look at you, and seeing you so down broke his heart.
You shouldn't have spent so much time staring at yourself in the mirror; now Steven won't let it go. Steven's brows arched in concern as you remained silent and avoided his soft gaze. He tried cupping your cheeks and lifting your face up towards him, but you refused to look at him. "Steven, she's self-conscious." Steven's gaze shifted to the mirror beside him, where he noticed his alter, Marc, who was staring solely at you, his heart twisting at knowing how you felt.
"Tell me, love, I'm here," he cooed softly, finally drawing your gaze back to him, which was already filled with tears. Steven frowned, not allowing a single tear to fall down your rosy cheeks, which he always enjoys kissing. You held his hands gently, his eyes and touch telling you that everything is fine...Is it okay to tell him? That you're starting to feel like you're not yourself anymore and that you feel like you're....ugly? Will he simply laugh at you? Saying that you're just too emotional? Or is this just your mind talking to you, and Steven's responses are completely opposite?
"Stop her from crying or I'll recite every goddamn thing that's made me fall in love with her. She needs to be reminded, Steven, stop her from clouding her own mind with her own destructive thoughts." Marc was eager to make his wife feel better and that he's not going to let her feel that way again. He is disgusted with himself for allowing you to fill your mind with false thoughts.
Steven closed his eyes before kissing the top of your head. Although he already knew what was bothering you, he wanted you to tell him yourself so you could get it out of your system. "Tell me, my lovely, beautiful wife," he repeated in your ears, until you finally gave in after many tried and wiped your tears away.
"Steven...I just...I don't feel like myself anymore," you hiccupped, looking in the mirror to see yourself and Marc and Jake, whom you assume are watching. "I'm not as beautiful as you guys say I am anymore..." You added, making the boys feel as if their hearts had been ripped from their chests. Steven huffed and drew you back into an even tighter embrace, cupping the back of your head and resting your face gently on his chest.
"Don't say that, you have no idea how wonderful you are...you are otherworldly, my goddess," he shushed, "and whoever says otherwise has completely gone mad." Steven continued to scatter light delicate kisses on the top of your head, which somehow calmed the raging storm inside your head. Your Steven could never lie, and if necessary, he'll tell you an infinite list of reasons to why he believes you're the most perfect woman to ever exist.
Steven took both of your hands and brought it up to his face, "Every time I look at you, I see nothing but an angel, the greatest gift from above," Steven mumbled as he lowered his head, not looking away from you as he planted delicate little kisses from the back of your hand up to the tips of your fingers. "Not even the most ravishing treasure can ever compare to your beauty," You frowned at Steven, your lower lip quivering at how sweet and genuine he sounded.
"It's okay not to like yourself, darling, but just remember that I—we—will always love everything about you." Steven's face glowed with adoration as he crouched down, leveling with your stomach while still holding both of your trembling hands. "Whether it's something you like about yourself or not, it makes no difference," he reassured lovingly before closing his eyes and softly kissing your marks.
You tried to blink the tears away, but they wouldn't stop. The sensation of being loved by Steven is completely heartwarming, and you can't help but smile. You wiped your tears away with your palms and chuckled, "Oh Steven, thank you." Sniffling, you brushed his hair back, and you knew it wasn't Steven anymore when he opened his eyes and gently placed his hands on the back portion of your thighs.
"Hey baby," Marc greeted, kissing your stomach one last time before rising to his feet. "I don't like you saying untrue things," he admitted, his voice thin and strained. He brought his hands to your face, tenderly brushing your hair away from your face and staring at you with that soft gaze of his. This made you feel a little guilty, but before he let you blame yourself again, he kissed your rosy nose gently.
"Because...You are extraordinary, sweetheart," Marc confessed, his brows arching upwards and his lips curving into a shaking smile. "and I know I don't express myself as much as the other two, but it's true. You're an amazing woman, God, words can't even describe how perfect you are," he huffed, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.
"If you ever think about yourself that way again, remember that you're the most passionate, independent, and ideal person in existence, and no one can tell you otherwise; you're my wife and the mother of our child, what's not to like about you?"
Marc's hot breath brushed against your lips, causing you to look at it. "Thank you, Marc," you sniffled, returning your gaze to him, which was nearly filled with tears. Seeing Marc openly cry while praising you makes the butterfly in your stomach go wild, and this hasn't changed in the time you've been together.
"There's no need to thank you for, babe," he reminded sweetly before leaning in and making your lips collide. As you let a tear ran down your cheeks, the familiar comforting feeling sparked inside your heaving chest. Being trapped in your husbands' presence is enough to calm your nerves, making you love them even more. He drew back slowly, finishing the chaste kiss with a light peck on the nose.
"What's made mi esposa cry, hm?" Jake cooed, his worried face contorting as he softly caressed your tears away. The tears that are no longer caused by anxiety, but by joy. You grinned broadly as you saw Jake, not really hearing his question but mesmerized by how lovely his very different pupils were. Jake furrowed his brows at your inaction before looking down at your stomach. "Ah," He nodded, tracing the marked skin with his gentle fingers, "Has mi carino gotten upset with her beauty marks?" He smiled before tucking your hair behind your ears slowly.
Your hands landed on his shoulders, "a little," you admitted, but unlike before, you don't feel heavy or too insecure about it. "Do you know what this says about you?" he asked, his hands that were caressing your stomach moving to your waist and drawing you closer. As he began to place small delicate kisses from your shoulder up to your jaw, your head tilted slightly to his side. "It says you're human, cariño," Jake lifted your hair away from your neck with his other hand. "And it's proof of how strong you are," he said quietly, but his voice screamed pure honesty and sincerity.
This current consolation from your husbands reminds you of your wedding day, when they took their time saying their vows in front of you and everybody.
"It's proof of the life we've created, our dear little boy," he said quietly, and you smiled as you felt his grin widen against the skin of your neck. "And proof of how wonderful a wife and mother you are." He finally leveled with your face, and you could see the red tint forming across his face, making you adorably giggle at him. Jake frequently blushes when he declares his love for you, and you always find it endearing.
Receiving Steven, Marc, and Jake's love will always be overwhelming; it's something that makes your heart want to explode in ecstasy because you don't know what you did to have them in your life.
"And, as Steven says, having this will make no difference in our love for you....because, oh amor, we did not marry you for your body, we married you because we love you." Jake sighed sharply. This just made you bite your lip stupidly, feeling flustered and wanting to cover up your already tomato-red face.
Jake and the others felt a wave of relief wash over them when they saw you smile so sincerely, and the sadness on your face was completely washed away. Jake chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He carefully lifted you up and let you wrap your legs around his waist as well. "Thank you...all of you." You couldn't express your gratitude to them in words, so you hugged him even tighter. Jake hummed and caressed your back, looking in the mirror at his alters and smiling as they succeeded in making you smile once more.
You felt Jake walk but didn't bother opening your eyes or removing your head from nuzzling in his soft neck, savoring his comforting fragrance that could lull you to sleep. "Let's take the day off, I can take our niñito to Layla's so that she can look after him," he whispered, a hint of mischievousness laced in his baritone voice as he glanced at you before leveling his head to your neck. "Will Layla be okay with that?" you laughed as he nuzzled the crook of your neck.
"Of course, she's been saying she wants to spend time with him. She's his godmother after all."
"Then what do you intend to do?" you asked, but he just smirked at you before hooking his hands on the back of your knees and lifting it up to secure its wrap around his waist. His hands were now delicately caressing the back of your thighs before he playfully mouth-shrugged at you. "I just want to make my wife happy; it's the least I can do." He grinned at you, not moving and waiting for your permission.
Your hands which were on his shoulders, traversed up to his wild curly locks. "I am happy, my dears," you said as you drew him closer with your legs, causing the raised corner of his mouth to rise even higher. "But sure, I'd love to see what you three can do to please me," you joked, tauntingly pursing your lips before laughing at your glee.
"All right then, I won't keep you waiting any longer," he said, his voice full of anticipation as he kissed you and hesitantly unlatched your legs from his waist. "Don't move, mi amor, I'll be quick to drop him off at Layla's," Jake dashed to the bedroom door, sounding like a small child who had been given a gift. As you rolled over to your side, you cackled at his silliness, gasping at how he almost tripped in his carelessness.
But before they could even leave to go downstairs, he peered through the door with a wide grin that could only be your dear Steven's. "Hi," you said as you waved your fingers at him, making him groan at having to leave your side. "Oh bollocks, love, could you please wear your favorite piece?" he asked, his eyes wide and pleading, expecting an immediate response. You laughed, nodding to him in agreement. Steven's eyes lit up as he hurriedly left to do what he needed to do so he could return quickly.
You sigh contentedly before laying back down, closing your eyes and reflecting on how fortunate you are to have them as your partner to spend the rest of your life with. You must be gifted because life has given you not one, not two, but three blessings to care for....now with a little fourth one.
You remembered something and opened your eyes, staring at the ceiling with your hands on your stomach. You scoffed at Steven's request; he wanted you to wear the lingerie you wore on your honeymoon, and he's grown fond of it. And because you've obviously grown since your pregnancy, it no longer fits you perfectly, but Steven didn't seem to mind.
Neither of them did.
Before you could summon the courage to go to your closet and pull it out to wear it again, your phone buzzed, and you quickly looked to see who it was, and the message made you chew on your nails and smile stupidly.
<Marc: Can't wait to see you in it, and maybe we can also use those favorite of yours again ;)>
Summary; You've loved him for many years, and you can't help but wished you were her because she's got him mesmerized while you die.
Tag; pure heart wretching angst, flashbacks, mentioned of past trauma.
Word count; 3,1k
A/n; heavily inspired by "Conan gray - Heather"
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It was your first day at middle school when you first met him, you remembered it clearly as if it were just yesterday.
You were walking through the crowded hallway, trying to squeezed and find a path for yourself to go through, but it was just so packed with people that you almost felt like you'll suffocate, but a hand grabbed your backpack and pulled you toward them.
The person held into you for a moment before pulling you away, letting you go to let you breathe the fresh air that felt like the most refreshing one you've ever took and looked up, letting your eyes wondered to the face of your saviour.
"You good?" he said, crouching a little bit to meet your eyes, his eyes were filled with concern while yours sparkled in excitement, 'a new potential friend! you thought!' as you nodded your head in response, "I'm fine."
That was the first conversation that you've guys had, the starter of it all.
You knew nothing of this part of town, no friends, no families, no relations to anybody, just you and your little family.
Your parents had decided that this part of town is their next home because of work reasons, you don't really care about it because you'll always follow them no matter where they go, but you can't help but felt lonely.
You were just an only child with a very hard working parents, well, they're really busy trying to make ends meet. You should be grateful, right?
You look up from the window of your second floored room, catching the sight of a boy who had already been staring at you from his own window. You rolled your eyes as he pulled up a 'open your window!' sign and showed them to you, he even gestured them himself.
"how impatient." you muttered before opening the window opened to greet him, he smiled widely at you before he pulled something up, his brother's sleeve.
They both waved their hand excitedly at you, pulling out another sign that reads, 'lets play, y/n!' your name were messily written there, you've guessed that Randall wrote those.
With one last chuckled you gave them a thumbs up and make your way outside, hurriedly opened the door and ran to their backyards, smiling widely at their parents before Randall hugged you tight.
"So, what are we playing today?" you heard Marc questioned in front of you, making you let out a small hum, thinking of how should you guys spends the day.
"How about we play adventure?" Randall exclaimed excitedly, you patted his hair and pulled away. "Alright then, but let's race there!" You shouted, already pulling the younger child with you as you ran away.
Marc gasped in surprised before storming to your way, "hey, that's not fair!" you and Randall only laughed in response.
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon." you comforted the crying child in your embrace, giving a small smile towards Marc as he held his tears back, he bit his lips, deciding to shifted his gaze towards the sky instead of your face.
He took a deep breath, he doesn't want to cry, he's a man, ge couldn't cry in front of you, it'll be so embarrassing, you'll tease him everyday if he did.
You squeezed Randall in your embrace for the last time before whispering a few 'I'll miss you, I'll be back, don't worry' into his ears. He reluctantly lets you go and took a step back, nudging his brother's feet, pushing him towards your direction.
"You know, I'm not leaving forever right?" you teased, tilting your head to meet his eyes but he always averted them from yours.
You let out a sigh, taking a step closer, "Marc. I'll only be leaving for a few years, I'll be back even before you know it!" you tried to convinced him, but he just wouldn't budge.
Your eyes lit up as you remembered something, "I'll let you borrow my favorite dvd of my Dr. Steven Grant collection." his eyes lit up for a second as he finally bored his eyes into yours. "You promise you'll be back soon?" you nodded your head, opening your arms, he quickly went and buried himself there.
He already practiced this ever since he heard about your depart but he just couldn't keep it in, as if the tears has a mind of it's own, they fell and wet his cheeks.
"I promise, Marc." you whispered into his ears and you felt him hugged your tighter.
"It was all your fault!" Wendy screamed at Marc, making the poor little boy ran as fast as he can upstairs towards his room.
You threw a glare at her before storming off to follow your best friend, you quickly held the door, not even caring about the pain in your fingers because he had closed them and pinched your fingers in the process.
You softly opened the door, feeling your heart broke into pieces when you saw your best friend cramped beside his closet, rocking back and forth as he hugged his knees.
You gulped, closing the door with a soft clicked and he didn't even looked up at you. You slowly make your way towards him, sitting beside him as you softly held his hand, squeezing them and he finally looked up at you.
His face was stained with tears, and you could see how red his eyes were by how much he's been crying.
"I'm here, Marc." you breathe, hugging his trembling body as close as possible, "I'm here."
He sobbed into your chest, clenching your shirts tight until they wrinkled, but that's the least of your concern right now.
You've made a vow right there, right at that moment. You've vow to always be by his side and protect him, no matter how harsh the world would be to him, you'll take the fall for him, because that's just how much you love him.
You promised yourself that as you whispered sweet nothings into his ears.
"I'm planning on joining the military." you almost spit out the tea that you're drinking, he only gave you a small smile at your action, you hurriedly wiped your lips, "what?!" your eyes were wide as saucers.
"How- why? This is so sudden!" he shrugged his shoulders, opting to continued to drank his hot coffee.
You take a longer look at him, he's matured now, older and wiser, also he had a very good experience in combats all thanks to his fights in highschool.
He could also took care of himself ever since he graduated highschool, the man in front of you is different from the little boy you've once knew.
"I'm coming with you." you suddenly said, crossing both of your arms in front of your chest, tilting your chin up and smirking as he spits his coffe. "What- no!" he wiped his lips, "you can't!" he hurriedly said.
"And why is that?"
"You just can't."
You let out a chuckle, glaring slightly at his direction as he shook his head in disagreement.
"That's nonsense, I'm an even better fighter than you are, Spector."
"Still-"
You've cut him before he finished, placing both of your hands on the table and leaned closer to his face, your face was serious, he hadn't seen you wore this expression in a long time and to be honest it sends chills down his spine.
"We've promised to keep each other's back, alright?"
"That's right, but-"
"See, you've confirmed it."
You smile brightly at him, cocking one eyebrow as he let out a breath, he hardened his stare at you.
"Y/n."
"Marc."
"Y/n, please."
He pleaded, you were suprised and positively caught off guard. You've almost, almost crumbled because this is Marc Spector, your cocky and hard headed best friend. For him to beg? That's something new and you certainly didn't expected him to do.
"I'm coming and that's the end of this discussion."
You said, calmly letting your eyes stayed on each other's for a moment, has his eyes have been this beautiful? Why did you just realized it?
He let out a quiet sigh. "Fine," he said, smiling softly at your brightened face, "I can't win against you, I swear." you only giggled in response.
You hurriedly went to the hospital, bumping and apologizing to a lot of people that stood in your way towards his room.
You gripped the door and opened them harshly, startling Marc who were wrapped in bandages all over his body.
"Don't scare me like that, idiot!" you screamed at him, letting your chest rise and fell as you tried to calm your breathing and your rapid heartbeat.
"I'm sorry, y/n." he muttered under his breath, you suddenly felt sorry, letting out a deep breath you pulled a chair and place them besides his bed.
You guys sat there in silence for a few minutes, neither dared to uttered a single word to break the silence, but at the same time it was comfortable, you and him knew each other like it's written on the back of your hands.
"Promise you won't do anything stupid without me again?" you said, shifting your gaze to him who already looked your way, those small gesture of him undoubtedly and always made your heart skipped a beat.
Your words were left hanging in the air as he kept his mouth glued shut, making you annoyed. You let out a small breath, "Marc." you said his name, a bit louder in case he didn't hear you.
He sighed before clicking his tongue, you were so annoying. "Yeah, yeah, I promise." he wore an annoyed expression but his smile betrayed him, he just couldn't say no to you, his best friend, bit he could always kept a secret hidden, it's for the best.
You held his hand, squeezing them in yours as he looked outside his window, he squeezed back, thinking on how his life would've change.
"Y/n, this is Layla."
"Layla this is y/n."
You brightly smiled at her direction, Marc rarely make friends so you were overjoyed by this scene.
That was the first time you saw her, such a beautiful woman right in front of your eyes, she looks so pretty and nice.
"Did Marc force you to befriend him?" you teased, covering your mouth on the side so that Marc couldn't read your lips, Layla only laughed out loud and followed suit.
"How did you know?" she giggled, replying to your stupid question as Marc rolled his eyes on the background.
Not only is she pretty but she's fun too! You can't wait to steal her from Marc and made her your best friend.
"I love you," Marc suddenly said, making your heart almost leapt from your chest. You didn't even had time to take a seat when he did that, when you heard that he'll be taking you out on a mice dinner tonight you didn't even think of a confession! God, if you knew you'd wore a better dress.
"I love you." he repeated the words that you've always imagined in your head, and it's even better than that.
"It's hard to say, you know how hard it is for me to come true to my feelings, but I really love you."
He said, taking your hand in his as he continued his little romantic speech.
"Shit, I-" he took a deep breath and looked straight into your own, "I don't know how to put my feelings into words except that I love you with all my heart and with all that I had."
You can't fight the smile from forming on your lips, "I love you too!" you admitted, he really did feel the same as you! How could've you been so stupid, of course he did-
"You think she'll said that?" You felt your smile fell, what did he meant by that?
"What?"
"Layla, of course! I'm planning on proposing soon."
And that's when you felt it, your heart dropped down, as if it was a piece of fragile glass that he dropped, it broke into millions of pieces, impossible to mend together.
"So, I'm practicing to you right now, you don't mind that, do you?"
You felt the tears started to form on your eyes, you took a deep breath as you force your voice out.
"No- Right, yeah, Layla."
Her name left a bitter taste on your tongue, you cringed and looked away, opting to look at the tablecloth instead, trying your best to act normal in front of him.
"Look at me, I can't practice properly if you look away-"
He placed his fingers on your chin and lifted your face up to meet his eyes, he threw a charming smile at you.
"Here, pretend this is a flower."
He took a fork and hand them to you, you couldn't even bring yourself to laughed at this silly act of his.
He smiled nervously as his chocolate colored eyes bored deep into your teared one. "I love you." he repeated again, you should've been happy, overjoyed even, but it's just so fucking painful to hear those words if it's not meant for you.
You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying your hardest to let out a calm tone, "I love you too, Marc." you whispered, you can't do this, you felt like you'll break if you continued to be here.
"Thanks y/n. You're boosting my confidence, you're not my best friend for nothing."
You have never hated the word 'best friend' in your life but right now you've never hated anything more than it.
That's right, you were his best friend and you should have stayed that way.
"I gotta go, I need to water my plants."
You hurriedly stood up, confusing him with your actions as you opened your bags and put the cash on the table.
"Since when do you have plants?"
He questioned, you were already closing your pursed and tried to hurriedly walked away but he stood up and tried to held your arm.
"I do!"
You screamed in response, pulling your hand away even before he could touch them, you let out a breath, gulping down you threw him your best smile that you could possibly mustered.
"I just, I started to pick up new hobbies."
He slowly nodded, still weirded out by your unusual behavior, but payed no more attention to it, "Well, alright. I'll take you-" he tried to stood up, but you cut him off quickly.
"No. I can walk fine by myself."
You said, not allowing any kind of interruption from his side, you took one last look at him, "And Marc, good luck." smiling at him for the last time as you gripped your purse tighter in your hand. "Thanks, y/n."
You nodded, turning your back against him and finally walking away towards the station, you took another deep breath as you tried to maintained the tears from falling but even the sky had been on your side tonight.
It started to heavily rain, masking the tears that had already fallen from your eyes, nobody knew you cried, nobody knew the pathetic sobs you let out, because it was masked by the heavily poured rain.
"A toast for our newly weeds!"
You've always thought that you'll be the one standing there, to be the one who'll be the apple of his eyes, but you were not.
It was her, it had always been her.
Not you, her.
Layla El-Faouly.
She's such a sight for sore eyes, beautiful brown eyes with an even more beautiful brown curly locks, the way she spoke, the way she act, the way she smiles. It was perfect.
She was perfect.
You knew that deep down, of course you do, you were nothing compared to her, she's everything that you're not, but there's still a little tiny piece of your heart that wishes that he'd choose you.
You've tried to hate her, you really did, numerous times already, but you just couldn't.
How could you? She's so nice, she's just such an angel that you can't bring yourself to hate.
"It'll pass." you convinced yourself as you let out a choked a sob, hugging your shaking body closer with each passing second, "This feelings will pass." those were the words that you've always repeated to yourself every single day, every single night, and every single time you've seen them together.
But it never did and you're stuck with it. It's tormenting you, you'd rather feel anything than this useless unrequited love you have for your best friend. You'd rather die, in fact you already felt like a part of you did died that day.
It's not fair, you've known him first, you've loved him first, you've been there for him when she's not. So why, why is that it's not you who were by his side? Why are you not good enough?
"You good?" Marc questioned, snapping you out of your thoughts, he tilted his head down a little to take a better look at your expression, "I'm fine." you forced the words to come out, clearing your throat the second they left your mouth. What is he doing here?
"Are you-" he started, you could hear the concern in his tone, he was so worried for you.
"Marc!" he was cut off by Layla's voice, you gulped, uncounciously gripping your glass by her voice.
"Go." you said, not even looking up to meet his eyes, you couldn't, you're too fragile right now, you're afraid you'll break down once you've meet his eyes, the pair of eyes that you've grew accustomed and loved.
"I'll come back." he said, smiling softly at your direction, he gave you one last pat on the head before making his way to his bride.
His bride. It left a bitter taste on the tip of your tongue just thinking about it.
"You really shouldn't." you bitterly murmured under your breath as you watched the love of your life embraced another woman in his arms as they danced the night away, not caring for anything, as if the worlds were only theirs.
You let out another breath, biting your lips and felt your hard gripped your wine glass harder as you tried to held the tears from falling.
God, it hurts so much to see that scene, but you couldn't take your eyes off of it, how could you? Not when you've imagined being there instead of her, it's a guilty pleasure of yours to imagined yourself to be on Layla's place all the time, you can't stop.
Context: Jake came home from work filled with rage and hatred for failing a mission for the first time, and it was all because of you. To make amends, you devised the best possible way for him to forgive you, even if it meant losing your ability to walk for the next few days.
Warning: Vulgar Words, Descriptive Sex, Sexual Content, Bruises, Momentary Aggressive Behavior, Floor Sex, Slight Sexual Degradations, Dom Jake/Sub Reader, Slight Choking, Love(?) Marks, Angst, Idiots in love, Spanish
Prompt: "I am your God"
The day began as usual, with Jake leaving you in bed with no sign or message as to when he would return; he never cared about how you felt whenever he simply disappeared. And you never got used to it after years of living with him as his girlfriend. It always caused problems between the two of you, and he'd always win by saying things like "It's dangerous for you to know" or "It's best if you just don't interfere."
But you've had your fill. You knew you couldn't just stand there dumbfounded while he fought off some guys somewhere around the world.
So, even though you knew he'd blow up if he found out you were following him, you went ahead with your plan. It was a plan to find out where he was and what he was up to; you knew he was an avatar of Khonshu, but that doesn't put your mind at ease. You just worry that one day he won't return, and you couldn't live with that, even imagining it made you sick to the core.
You finally tracked him down after a few days of meticulous planning, and to your surprise, he wasn't far from home this time. A storm was approaching that day, so the streets were deserted, and the clouds were raining heavily, accompanied by the deafening sound of violent lightning. Everything was going swimmingly at first, and you managed to trail behind him without him noticing. It was so simple that you were perplexed as to why everything was going so well for you...probably too well.
Then it happened.
Your fear has come true, but lucky you, it has been doubled. Jake discovered you were with him, but he wasn't the first to notice your presence; his enemies did, and you became a significant burden for Jake, causing him to fail this critical mission.
And to make matters worse, you got hurt.
Just seeing Jake's glare bore right through you like a raging fire made you want to curl up like a hurt puppy, because you knew things were only going to get worse from here.
You were already aware of Jake's true nature, and yet you remained with him. People called you names for it, and you haven't heard from them since Jake discovered it. It was one of the things you loved about him, but it was also the same thing you feared the most.
Jake has a predatory nature that no one can change. And now that you've been apprehended, you're now like his helpless little prey.
Another burst of ear-splitting lightning was accompanied by Jake's soaked boot kicking the front door open; to be honest, his kick was shriller than the sound from above. And it made you worried that he might have broken it in the process, but the first thing you should be concerned about is yourself.
His hand violently pulled on your forearm, forcing you to enter the house before angrily pushing you away, almost knocking you off your slippery feet. "Eres tan estúpida, tan jodidamente estúpida!," Jake hasn't stopped swearing at the top of his lungs since that mission. When he slammed the door shut and yanked at his hair in rage, you visibly flinched.
"I'm sorry, Jake." You had also not stopped apologizing for your folly. You were terrified of what he would do knowing you wouldn't be able to stop him. You held your bruised arm, marked by Jake's deadly grip and his nails, which had a little blood seeping out of them. "Please, Jake—
"Cierra la boca maldita mujer!"
You couldn't help but obey his orders, so you pursed your quivering lips shut, hoping to block out the continuous loud sobs that irritated him. Jake clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, he glared at you wide-eyed, dark wet locks hanging from his brow and some blood still beneath his sharp cheek bones.
You hugged yourself, your knees buckling in fear in front of the man you love. Thousands of voices are screaming at you to get out of there, that this is your cue to leave him, but you stayed because you didn't want to lose Jake. That's why you came up with that stupid plan in the first place.
Jake laughed furiously, harshly wiping the raindrop that was still streaming down his brow. "How many times have I told you not to interfere?" he snarled, gritting his teeth so hard they might break.
"I-I was just so worried about you..." You sobbed, being careful with your words in fear of adding more fuel to the already raging fire.
"Did you know how many times Khonshu had ordered me to kill you?" he confessed, disregarding the fact that his words would continue to hurt you. "He told me you're nothing but a dumb burden, a fucking woman who can mess up everything," he sneered as he slowly approached your stunned figure, aggressively pointing at you and not letting his eyes leave your teary ones.
Every word he spoke was filled with nothing but pure truth, leaving your heart feeling pierced by thousands of spears.
"And you know what? Dios, he was right," he blurted, harshly running his shaking hand through his hair, nodding to himself as your reaction only fueled his fire.
Your mouth fell agape, your breath shaking and chest tightening in anguish. His careless words, the annoying stinging sensation in your arm, and the trembles in your body caused by the coldness of your still-soaked body made you feel uncomfortably lightheaded. It was as if the world had shrunk and all you could hear were Jake's repeated words.
Jake rolled his eyes and backed away slightly, snickering at the sight of you crying like a lost child in the park. He gave you a look you never expected to get from him; you always thought you were an exception because he loves you, but you were completely mistaken.
...love...has he ever told you, "I love you"?
And it made you think that in all your time together, he hasn't said those words yet. It was all you, and he'll just hum back. Is that why he never seemed to care how you felt when he was doing his job? If that's the case, what are you to him? Just a woman to sleep with after he's finished murdering people?
Are you even his girlfriend or are you a woman he only use for pleasure?
But you refuse to believe that. You know there's something in him that cares even a little bit about you because you'd be long gone by now if there wasn't.
As you pursed your lips tightly together to muster the courage to speak up, your nails dug into your clothed flesh. Your brows knit, allowing your eyes to cry in front of the man who looks disgusted by you. "Now what? A-Are you going to kill me now?" you asked, struggling to keep eye contact with him when he suddenly came to a halt at your question.
Jake narrowed his eyes and cocked his head, surprised that you were bold enough to ask the question. "I should," He took a step towards you, scrutinizing your reactions to his blunt confessions. You wanted to move away, but you couldn't decide whether it was due to the cold breeze of the storm or fear of Jake.
Jake slowly raised your chin to face him with his curled index finger once you were both in close proximity. You harshly chewed the inside of your quivering lips in sorrow, closing your eyes and letting the tears fall down your flushed cheeks. Was he about to kill you now? Maybe he should, because what you did was way beyond Jake's tolerance.
"Pero el problema es que no quiero..."
Another hand softly brushed against the side of your face, rough thumbs caressing your tears away as you continued to refuse to open your eyes.
Jake exhaled sharply, letting his lids drop halfway before tightly gripping your chin with his two fingers. "We both don't want that, do we?" He drawled, his nails sinking into your chin as he grew irritated that you weren't opening your eyes. You slightly gasped and forced your eyes open, only to see Jake smirking back at you. "Do you?" His large hands cupped your head, lifting his chin and moving your head with it.
Your lips curled into a frown, your eyes welling up again as you shook your head slowly. "Buen," he huffed, proud of the fact that he still had you tangled around his fingers. His predatory eyes landed on your slightly puffed lips, "Now make it up to me," he lowly demanded before leaning in and hungrily trapping your lips between his.
Although you were beginning to drown in the way he moved so delicately, something inside you demanded an answer from him. But you were afraid that if you asked now, you'd wake up the now-calming beast inside him.
So, as much as you despise the fact that he's just using you again, you'll have to play with it until you get the right opportunity. And perhaps that chance will come after he fucks you mercilessly here on the cold, wet floor.
Jake's hands instantly dropped to your waist, drawing you inexorably closer to him as his teeth sunk brutally into your swollen ones, and you were certain it had already bled. "Jake..." you whimpered, hurt by his rough actions, but he ignored you and drew you in for a deeper, more sensual kiss.
Your hands found his hair and carefully tugged at it, not wanting to aggravate him any further. Many people will say it's stupid if this is all he wants from you, but you're willing to stay because you're too deeply in love with him to leave him now. Jake groaned in your mouth as he ran his tongue seductively across your lips to taste the blood he had caused, his hands swiftly unzipping your jeans before abruptly turning you around and pressing himself harder against your back.
Feeling him already hard behind you caused you to close your eyes, your hands still reaching for him, before you audibly gasped as he roughly bit your neck. You hissed, hurt by the lingering sensation of his mouth on your bruised neck before sensually licking your slightly exposed collar bone. "Defy me again and see what happens, hm?" he threatened, now slipping his hands into your already soaked panties and causing you to moan loudly. You clenched your thighs around his large hands, which brushed against your wet and sensitive folds. Jake's other hand grabbed your stomach and harshly pressed you against him, preventing you from arching your back in pleasure.
"Fuck, you're already wet for me, huh? What a slut you are..." He smirked in your ears, his authoritative baritone voice adding to the arousal that's quickly clouding your mind. When you felt him easily slip his fingers inside, you threw back your head, not noticing that you were starting to rock your hips to chase your high with only his hands. Jake saw your desperation and clicked his tongue in annoyance before firmly grasping your waist and forcing you to remain still. "Oh Jake," you mewled, frantically grabbing him behind you to keep yourself from collapsing as he began to finger-fuck you.
"My, my, is this what you want? Is that why you can't obey a single order of not following me? Are you afraid that no one will ever be able to let you feel this way again? Such a fucking whore," He growled as he busied himself with every exposed skin he could suck on, unconcerned about leaving a permanent bruise. You squirmed as the familiar furious heat built up on your lower belly, pressing harder on Jake, causing him to grunt behind you.
You couldn't properly respond to his words because the only thing coming out of your mouth right now is you yelling his name lewdly and making noises that he enjoys hearing. You were now deep in ecstasy, your senses beginning to shut down, and the only thing you could focus on was the unfathomable, knees buckling pleasure Jake was giving you.
You couldn't help but arch your back and shut your eyes tight as Jake began to relentlessly buck his hips, unable to hold himself back any longer. Even though he was still wearing his jeans, his hardness was palpable, so hard that you began to suspect it was painful.
Despite the fact that you were both soaked in the rain earlier and that it is now freezing cold, you found warmth in each other's bodies. You tried muffling your sounds when Jake's hands darted to your throat, slowly starting to tighten his grip, but incredibly failed. With the rocking of his hips, his mouth and hand still exploring your abused neck, his fingers running over the bundle of nerves that had your thighs tighten around them, and Jake's dirty talks, you were getting closer to your obvious violent release than ever before.
"Do you want to come? Huh? Is that what you want?" he asked mockingly as you writhed in front of him. You nodded frantically, your mouth wide open and your face contorted in pleasure. Jake chuckled against your ear, sighing in exasperation before tightening his grip on your throat, causing your breath to hitch.
"Use your goddamn words, lady," he grumbled, his grip tightening. You briefly closed your eyes, feeling your chest contract due to a lack of oxygen. "Y-yes, please!" you pleaded desperately, but your words were barely audible as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, sensing you were too close to the edge.
Your nails, which were tightly wrapped around Jake's working hands, sunk deeper until you realized they would most likely leave marks until tomorrow, if not longer, causing Jake to hiss at the sensation.
With his fingers expertly slipping in and out of you, it wasn't long before your knees gave out and the house was filled with Jake's name. You closed your eyes tightly, attempting to block out the violent stars that continued to obscure your vision as you panted heavily. Knowing it would take some time to come down from the high Jake had put you on, you leaned back and rested your head on his shoulder.
It's always like this; whenever you reach your climax, you'll always struggle to come down. After all, it was Jake who made you like this.
But he's only just getting started.
Jake slowly let go of your neck and held your waist firmly, his other hand now slipping out of your underwear, making you shudder in response. "I love it when you wet my hands," he whispered in your ear, but your senses are still jumbled, making it difficult to understand him clearly. It wasn't until you opened your eyes that you noticed Jake languidly sucking on his fingers, his eyes closed as if he was tasting the most luscious thing he'd ever put his tongue on. It made you whine as you continued to watch him, and hearing him hum in satisfaction only heated you up more.
You bit your bloodied lip as the tip of his fingers popped out of his mouth, glistening his rosy lips as he looked back at you with piercing eyes. "Strip and lay on the ground," he ordered, and you nodded and took off all of your clothes while bending your knees and carefully turning yourself to sit on the ground. You knew where this was going, so you moved quickly to avoid making Jake wait any longer. You heard him chuckle at you before stepping back to watch you completely, now taking off all of his drenched clothes.
You quietly gasped as you felt the cold hard floor on your palms and shaking knees, but you couldn't complain because Jake wanted to do it here. Finally settling into the position he preferred, you angled your hips upward, allowing him to see your entire arched back and how your hair was ready to be tugged at. You knew you'd be sore after this because you were on the ground and seemed to have no mercy from Jake, but you still wanted it.
"What are you doing? I mean lay on your back," he clarified as he knelt behind you. You raised your head in perplexity before looking over your shoulder at him, and he gave you a 'So? What are you waiting for?' expression.
"D-don't you want to do it like this? We always do it like this," you asked softly, your brows meeting. Jake was the guy who always did it on all fours; you've never done it while he's laying on top of you; he claims he just enjoys looking at your back while you writhe beneath him. You sat up slowly, palms still on the ground, waiting for Jake. "The floor is cold, you're going to hurt your knees, and it's not soft enough to plant your face onto, I'll end up hurting you more than I already did," he muttered, looking at your hand, which had nail marks and some smudged blood.
You quickly covered it and tried to reassure him, but he simply shuts you up with a rough and hungry kiss while his hands latch on your waist, swiftly turning you around and spreading your legs with his hand so he can settle between them. Jake Lockley, as impatient as he always is, it surprised you that he's still caring about your well-being...well, sort of.
You gasped as you felt the cold floor touch your ass and back, and Jake used this as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside you, making you whimper at feeling him being so desperate to taste you.....wait, Jake, desperate? No, you're just imagining things...or are you? You shook your thoughts away before wrapping your arms around his neck and deepening the already abysmal kiss. Jake groaned in your mouth as your fingers got carried away and tugged harshly on his hair, but it wasn't the type to tell you to stop, it was the type to tell you to do it again.
And you tried it again, scratching at his scalp and grabbing a handful of his hair before clenching your fists, eliciting another groan with your name from him and him tightening his grip on your upper arm while his other hand pulled on your ass, pulling you closer to him.
Jake finally let go, allowing air to pass through your aching airway. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest, and you were dizzy from almost suffocating from Jake's kiss. He lowered his head and took hold of his throbbing cock before aligning it in your dripping entrance. He looked at you to see if you were ready and smirked when he saw you biting your lower lip in anticipation. "You've been waiting for this, hm?" he teased before rubbing only the tip of his dick on your clit. "Jake," you gasped, tightening your grip on his neck.
"First, tell me you won't do it again," he demanded in a breathy tone that made you want to rock your hips. He was probably referring to your earlier mistake, "Yes, I won't do it again, I promise," you whined, clenching your throbbing cunt to feel some friction but it wasn't enough. "You'd better do it, mi reina, or I'll leave you hanging like this, and you know I always keep my word," he threatened before biting your upper arm, which he was still firmly holding. You nodded frantically, not intending to disobey him for the second time.
Jake looked at you, a worry flashing through his eyes as he scrutinized your face, at how you looked incredibly wrecked beneath him. But as his worries faded, they were replaced by carnal desire, which he only feels when he's with you. Jake kissed the bite mark gently before mercilessly slamming his hips into you, causing you to scream lewdly in response. Jake didn't stop thrusting his hips until he reached a rhythm that had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head, despite the fact that you knew you needed a second to adjust.
You felt another violent orgasm quickly build up inside you, much larger than before, and you knew this was gonna the reason your legs would be completely useless the next day. You arched your back painfully against Jake's heaving and sweaty chest, drawing him close with your arm as he dropped his head on your neck, grunting with every thrust he made as well as the constant biting of your flesh.
If someone were to enter your home, they'd probably be traumatized for life.
Jake's skin pounding against yours, his breathless groans, and the wet squelch of both your bodies added to the raging heat that built up on your lower belly. And it appears that Jake's relentless thrusts weren't enough, because he made certain that he hit all the spots that had you moaning loudly, a moaning mess that he enjoys turning you into.
Jake's mouth was agape, and the fact that he was closing his eyes because he felt so good inside of you only added to his charismatic appearance. He looked like a fucking God, everything he did was flawless, and even him just wearing his hat made you fucking feral. Aside from numbing your lower half, he made a point of marking every skin he could reach. He loved putting marks on you, especially when he made sure everyone knew you were his because someone shamelessly hit on you in front of him.
You closed your eyes, white spots appearing all over your vision as your skin tingled. Every nerve, bone, and muscle in your body shook as the surge of white hot liquid violently exited you. "Jake, oh my God!" You moaned loudly, causing it to linger in Jake's ear as he huffed out an exasperated groan. Jake glared at you before grabbing your face and turning you to face him, perspiration running down his skin.
"I am your God,"
It was strange, but the way he said those few words in your face made you clench more around him. His deep, dark eyes locked on you as his grip on your jaw tightened, watching how you reacted to his audacious statement. Jake may never admit it, but your reaction to his every move drives him insane; perhaps that's why he's always so fucking desperate to be inside of you.
Jake smacked his lips against yours once more when he noticed the blood dripping down. "Jake," you winced, attempting to retract your lips, but he refused to budge. "Me estas volviendo loca de mierda." He growled, smirking against your lips before lowering his head back on your neck, now unable to do anything else as he rapidly approaches his own orgasm. When you noticed his thrusts stuttering, his hand on your face darted to the floor beside your head, needing it to steady himself.
You stupidly smiled to yourself as you saw him trying to keep the sounds from coming out of his mouth, so you reached down and began sucking on the heated flesh of his neck, searching for the spot that will cause his hips to stutter even more. Jake gasped once your lips attached to the spot beneath his ear, leaning closer to you as he practically used every energy he had not to moan.....but since you wouldn't stop until you'll hear every sweet noise he can produce, you continued sucking on the already bruised skin.
"Ah—fuck."
Finally, it was the thing you needed to hear. Jake lowered his head to the ground and continued to moan softly in your ear. You tried to find another spot but were completely taken aback when Jake hit a spot that you didn't even know was there before releasing his load inside of you. Your head jerked back, causing a loud thump to echo along with your and Jake's panting breaths. Without a doubt, feeling Jake release inside you was one of the best feelings you could ever have.
Jake gently placed his hands on your thigh and repositioned himself so that his weight was not entirely on top of you. Him moving while still inside you caused you to close your eyes and softly bite on your swollen lip. You tried to steady your breath and calm your racing heartbeat while Jake stayed there, entranced by you despite the fact that you were a complete mess on the ground.
You refused to open your eyes after heaving a sharp breath and placed your sweaty palms on your face, preventing Jake from seeing you. He chuckled, probably thinking you were embarrassed to be in his presence again, but his playful grin faded when you began sobbing quietly.
"Hey, hey, what's the matter?" he asked, taking your hands away from your face, his brows knitting in confusion. You tried chewing on your lower lip to muffle your sobs as you slowly opened your eyes to see Jake. "What am I to you, Jake?" your voice broke, tears streaming down your temples once more. You wanted to know if you were his girlfriend for real and not just labeling yourself as such. You wanted to know if he truly desired you.
If he....loves you.
Jake closed his eyes briefly in annoyance, but not at you, but to himself. His jaw twitched, followed by a sharp sigh and a wiping of your hair away from your face. You whimpered at his simple touch, which was simple yet profound. "Stop crying, don't waste your tears," he said, his face blank as he checked your eyes for tears. You just stared at him, frowning, waiting for his response.
When he just stared at you, it felt like your heart had been stabbed a thousand times. Your heartache was becoming unbearable, so you turned away from him, staring outside the window, at the fading rain and not at him.
Jake cursed under his breath and stopped you from turning away even further; he turned to face you again, but your eyes weren't as close as his. "Look at me," he said quietly, but instead of obeying, you completely ignored him. "I said look at me," Jake said again, harder this time, but you didn't seem to hear him. All you could hear was your heart thumping loudly and your chest shrinking, causing tears to well up in your eyes once more.
Jake grumbled in defeat when he realized you weren't going to do as he said when he refused to answer your question. "You're..." He began, still looking at you, hoping that your lovely eyes would soon meet his gaze once more.
"You are something I am not deserving of."
Even though he said it quietly, you heard him loud and clear, causing your eyes to flicker at his, which are now surprisingly soft. Jake did not resemble Khonshu's cold-blooded avatar; instead, you saw Jake as you see him, as you perceive him to be; a man capable of loving despite his nature.
"I wasn't mad at you because you kept me from finishing the mission, fuck that mission, I was enraged by how you got yourself hurt and how now those bastards know who you are, because..." He paused, struggling to finish, because he was never one to express his feelings. "Because you're my weakness....my strength, and especially... my love, I could never forgive myself if you suffered as a result of my actions, my life, and how I live it."
You were just watching and listening as he poured his heart out in front of you, unaware that you were crying again. Jake caressed your cheek, revealing a softer side of himself that he never shows to anyone. "You know I tried to get away from you, tried to show you who I was so you'd leave me," Jake cleared his throat, trying not to get too emotional.
You ended up holding his hands against your face as you began to smile at his words, feeling your chest relax and your heartbeat slow. "But since you're a stubborn lady..." You both chuckled, reassuring him that you were genuinely listening to him. "You're still here. Still here at our house, and beneath me, which is why I don't deserve you, not even a little bit." Jake finally let go of the tears he was holding back, gently leaning down to place his forehead on top of yours.
"Fuck you're making me cry," he laughed, hoping to change the mood before he bursts into tears on your chest. You laughed as you kissed him on the cheek, "It's okay, it's just me here," you assured lovingly.
Jake took your hand and gently placed a kiss on your palm. "Thank you, for your unconditional love and I'm truly sorry for everything....I'm not sure what you see in me, but I'll change to be like those perfect men," he vowed, cringing slightly at the last words because he finds it cheesy how society labels stereotypically, but he meant it. You smiled sweetly at him before shaking your head. "You don't need to change anything, mi soldado amoroso, I love you for who you are." You brushed his disheveled locks away from his face before arching your brows at him.
"Besides, your own things are what drew me to you in the first place, Jake. No one can ever be like you, and I prefer it that way." You confessed before pulling him in for a soft and slow kiss, ignoring the pain in your lips. You felt a tear fall down your cheek, but it wasn't yours; it was Jake's, who sighed in relief. He drew away to see you again, his nose red, and he looked adorable.
This caused heat to build up inside your chest, your heart fluttering uncontrollably at how quickly you made amends with Jake. Sure, there are still things you need to talk to him about, but that doesn't matter right now because you're too engrossed in the happiness you and Jake are currently experiencing, and this was a first.
Jake's playful smile faded. "I'm not saying this to entice you to stay, don't take it that way..." He explained quietly, fearful that you're only staying because he cried in front of you, which caused your eyes to widen. You shook your head frantically and told him that you were staying because you love him and that you weren't leaving in the first place. If you do decide to leave, you will only do so if Jake orders you to.
Jake nodded, as if the heavy burden in his chest had finally lifted. Because if you did leave, he wouldn't know what to do. He was the one who initiated the conversation in the first place. It drove him insane when he first saw you at a bar he frequents, but at the time he didn't want anyone to get involved in his life, but whenever he takes his eyes off you, or leaves you, it drives him insane even more.
To be honest, Jake's sudden change in demeanor, especially after sex, is quite overwhelming, but you wouldn't have it any other way. He's Jake Lockley, after all, always full of surprises.
You were about to start a conversation about the mission he failed earlier, wanting to talk about it again, but Jake cut you off when he finally said the words that echoed inside your head and you were certain you'd remember it forever.
