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fandxmslxt69 · 11 months

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Cute Library Boys

Steven Grant x f!Reader

Warnings: Steven being too goddamn cute and fluff!! Some swearing, absolutely tooth rotting dorky-ness.

A/N: Oh my god this has been sitting in drafts for so long but I finally finished editing ahahah. Idk how I feel about it ngl, its cute and has me giggling but !!!! idk. Anyway this IS inspired by a prompt: "Going for the same book at the library" taken from @creativepromptsforwriting (Mona sent me a prompt list literally like 2 months ago thank you @whatthefishh you are too cute for this world.) ANYWAY I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY this is a peace offering before I pour my heart out into the most gut wrenching angst and coochie killing smut <3

-Clem

Synopsis: All you wanted was to have a quiet day browsing books in the library. Who knew you'd manage to find the cutest man to spend your day with right there in the history aisle?

Word count: 3541 (omg.)

Walking through the library, you gently ran your finger over the spines of the book, feeling worn out paper and leather on your fingertips. It was always relaxing, being surrounded by so many stories, real or not, lives and adventures. You skimmed through a history section, looking for a book that might be of interest, and your eyes landed on one just up ahead, with a pretty spine and a title written in gold. Your fingers jumped to it, but bumped with another hand outstretched to grab it. “Oh sorry, love! Didn’t see you there,” “Oh no it’s alright!” You grinned up to the cute man with the cute British accent. “You can have the book, I don’t mind,” “Oh no,” He shook his head. “Really, you can take it,” “No it’s fine, really, I can just order another from the system,” He grabbed the book off the shelf, handing it to you. “Love, please. I’ve already read it anyway. It’s all yours,” He smiled, a bright breathtaking smile that lit up his whole face. You hesitated but took the book from his hand, adding it to the (very heavy) bag you carried. “Memorised and all?” He chuckled. “I wish,” You grinned at him, and an awkward silence fell as you scanned the rest of the shelf. “Uh,” You cleared your throat. “Anyway. Thank you, a lot, for-” “The book,” He finished. “Yes! The book. Thank you,” He nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Alright well uh…I’ll, go, thank you, again,” You rushed to say before quickly dashing off, trying not to think about how pretty he was, or how soft his eyes looked, or his beautiful curls, his soft yet clear features…

No.

You weren’t sure what the hell urged you to turn right back around and down the aisle again, but your feet carried you there anyway, and you found yourself standing right in front of the gorgeous stranger again. “Um. Hi.” You mumbled. Maybe he didn’t hear, maybe you could run be- “Hi! You’re back,” He grinned and you could feel the sunshine radiating off of him. “Yeah. Um..I don’t know I just…yknow…You seem to know your books,” You gestured to the growing pile by his feet. “So I was just..wondering if you had any recommendations? I’m in a bit of a slump, so I wanted to try something new. I mean only if you’re cool with it, if I’m bothering you I’ll just go-” He laughed, a quiet small chuckle that put a huge ass sappy smile on your face. It was contagious, his bubbly energy and cute laughs and smiles. “No it’s alright love, I’d be more than happy to give you a few suggestions, though it might just turn out to be a big ramble,” You shrugged. “Nothing beats a good book ramble,” “Wholeheartedly agree. Now,” He turned to the shelves, his soft eyes scanning the spines of the dozens of books, and he just started rambling- exactly like he said he would. On and on and on, grabbing a few books at a time and talking about them all at once, he looked over the moon to share all this knowledge with someone, you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you could barely keep up with him. You just stood there watching him, probably grinning like an idiot, adding every book he put down to the growing pile in your bag. Whether the book was actually interesting or not, you didn’t care. When a cute man excitedly tells you about his favourite books in an aisle in the library, you grab every damn one of those books and you take them home.

By the time he finished going through at least a dozen books, he paused, biting his lower lip to hide a shy smile. “Sorry. Got carried away there,”

Ah shit.

“No no! It’s okay, no apology needed at all. You- it’s cute. You’re cute. When…you do the ramble thing. Cute. Yeah.” You cleared your throat, feeling your cheeks heat up. There was a beat of silence, before he blurted out, “Steven.” “Sorry?” “Steven…my name. Is Steven. Grant. Steven Grant. It kind of just hit me that I didn’t introduce myself,” “Oh. Oh! Oh right. Oh my god.” You fumbled with your bag, trying to get yourself back in control. “This is embarrassing. I’m so sorry. I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you Steven,” He laughed again. “It’s very nice to meet you too,” You nodded. How many times are you going to nod. Quit it. “So…um,” you cleared your throat, wondering if it was too late to ask for a hole to open up and swallow you whole. “Yknow..there’s um…this cafe, right down the street, and it’s really nice and they’ve got pretty decent coffee and food. I was wondering if…you know, if you’re free anyway, and not too busy or if you have something better to do I totally get it-” “I’d very much like to go to the cafe down the street with you,” Steven interrupted, and you stared at him, jaw hanging open slightly as you took in his shy smile and the light rose of his cheeks. “I mean, if that’s what you’re asking-” He rambled quickly to add. “Yes! Ah, uh, yes, that is what I’m asking,” You grinned widely, cheeks starting to hurt from how damn much you were smiling at this cute stranger in the history aisle of your local library. “Great! Wonderful, amazing. I- uh…I’ll…go check out my books? Get settled while you do yours and…” “...we can meet by the front doors?” You finished for him. He nodded quickly, his hair bouncing with each bob of his head. You nodded too, fiddling with the strap of your bag. “Okay. Okay cool. I’ll…go do my thing. And I’ll see you soon?” “Yes, absolutely, 100% yeah,” You chuckled, a few butterflies taking flight through your stomach with all his nervous blabbering.

He’s cute. Real cute, with the nicest warm eyes and a precious crooked smile, and the cutest mop of curls on his head that you desperately wanted to play with. Not to mention his adorable outfit..the cute earth brown pants and the soft sweater that definitely hugged his body in a comfy yet pleasing way.

Screwed. Absolutely, royally screwed.

After awkwardly staring (analysing) him for a solid minute as he grabbed the rest of his books, you turned and dashed to the check out desks, fumbling and mumbling about stupid cute library boys the entire way through the checkout process.

* * *

As you both left the library, a light silence falling between you, he couldn’t help but take a few glances at you, his heart picking up pace, a giddy laugh building up in his throat- this was new. All of it was so new yet welcomed. He’d be damned if he let it go to waste, whether it be a chance to make a friend, or maybe a little more.

By the time you had reached the shop, his shoulder ached from carrying his bag of books, and you looked ready to drop dead on your feet.

“I can carry your bag if it’s getting you tired,” Steven suggested softly as you entered the cafe. You frowned, hugging your bag tightly to you. “What, no. It’s okay, I like carrying my bag. Makes me feel close to my books,” You pointed to a table by the window. “Here?” He laughed, then nodded. “Yeah this works,” He took a seat, lifting his bag off of him and placing down beside him. “What do you like to read anyway?” “Oooh,” You slid into the seat, you could feel the ache in your lower back start to build. Who even had back problems at this age. “I like a good fantasy novel, and I am guilty of reading way too much romance. I also like poetry. Not a very big person in non fiction though.” “Romance huh?” He raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips. “Scandalous romance?” You laughed, shrugging. “What, a woman has her needs, and those needs happen to be pretty men with cute accents,” “Ah right,” He nodded again, then paused. “Wait. I have an accent,” You chuckled, smiling widely. “Yes you do. A cute one too. And you’re cute. Pretty, dare I say,” His eyes widened, a blush creeping up his neck and his ears started turning red too as he looked away, averting his eyes and biting at his lower lip. Your heart did a little flip at how cute he looked when he was flustered. “What kinda books do you like, Mr. Grant?” “Hmm,” He flipped aimlessly through the menu, his eyes scanning the millions of different ways they make frappuccinos and espressos. He didn’t even drink coffee that much, he was more of a tea guy. “I like history, big fan of mythologies and stuff,” You sat up, grinning widely. “I love mythology. I was a huge sucker for them in middle school. Still kinda am, honestly,” His heart did a little thing. “Really? What kind of mythology?” You shrugged. “I was really into the Greeks, they were pretty fun and it was a good time. I like the Romans a bit too, but they’re a little boring, yknow? The Norse are wack too, which makes it funny,” You grinned. “I was just a bit obsessed. I had an Egypt phase too for quite a bit,” You could see the way his face lit up, how his eyes widened and a big smile started spreading across his face. “Egypt huh? That’s cool.” He nodded, deciding not to make a further comment lest it come off as too strong. You raised an eyebrow. “Cool? Oh come on, you totally had an Egypt phase,” “Did not!” “You so did. C’mon, tell me. I promise I won’t judge! I never could, I had attachments to those guys. You definitely know a thing or two,” He waved you off. “No..I mean, a little maybe. I’ve studied their mythologies and tales, aspects of culture and society, that’s sorta stuff, it’s not interesting really,” “Not interesting?” You scoffed. “Well I find them interesting. C’monnnn,” You nudged his leg under the table. “Who’s your favourite god?” He shook his head, a playful smile on his face. “I’m fond of Taweret. Hippo goddess, resides in the underworld and stuff. She’s nice,” “Yeah? Know her personally?” “Oh yeah, obviously. We have chat over tea all the time,” No way he was this funny. “Really? Wait, hang on,” You leaned in, “if she resides in the underworld, does that mean you’ve died before, Steven Grant?”

He liked it, he decided. The way you said his name, how it rolled off your tongue and out of your mouth so easily, and not the sarcastic way everyone else said it. Heaven, at least you remembered his name, not when half the staff at the old museum couldn’t even get Steven right. He scrunched up his face, thinking deeply. “Hmm. Let’s see. I think I might have, yeah. A few times now actually,” There it was again, the laugh that filled the entire cafe, as your shoulders shook and you threw your head back in joy. “No way, you did not,” You finally said. “I absolutely did! It’s not a good experience obviously, but yknow, an adventure,” “So you’ve like- met Osiris and stuff?” He shrugged. “Maybe,” “Oh come on. Tell me! I’ve always liked him. Given, I always like every death god, so it’s no different,” “He’s alright. Very stiff though, no personality at all, he’s all business serious,” “Well duh, he’s a king,” Steven rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t mean he’s got to be so boring,” You chuckled again, shaking your head in disbelief as you went back to the menu. “Any other gods you’ve met?” “Hmm.” He tapped his chin a few times, and brushed a curl of hair out of his eye. “I’ve met some night gods. They look like big ugly birds, with a big temper and zero compassion or kindness. Dress in old rags and stuff,” “You’re lying, I swear you’re lying,” “I am not! It’s true. I see one quite often actually, he’s a pain in the ass, right psycho.” “Yeah? He your best friend?” He snorted. “Absolutely not.” You tsked. “Aw, that’s so sad,” “No it’s not. I told you, he’s not right in his mind,” “Yeah but isn’t that all gods?” Steven sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Okay, you make an excellent point, but I’m telling you, this one is bloody psycho. Murderous and whatnot.” He smiled, a big goofy smile that showed his cute dimples. You shook your head again, trying to fight back a stupid sappy grin. “You’re too funny,” “Too funny? Is that bad?” He frowned. “No! No, absolutely not. It’s nice, your jokes are actual..well, yknow, jokes. And it’s kind of nerdy.” “Oi!” He leaned in, pointing a finger at you with an air of amusement. “You just said nerdy was cute,” “It is!! It’s very cute!” “Bloody right. ‘Cause if you came for sports jokes, I’m not your guy,” You laughed. “Nope, no sports jokes for me. I just like an extra side of nerdiness,” He narrowed his eyes, fighting back a smile. “You are horrible,” “Horribly cute, yeah, definitely,” He exploded with laughter, his face all happy smile lines and precious dimples. You smiled widely, your heart doing a little skip with how gorgeous he looks, so full of laughter.

Thankfully though, before he caught you grinning like an idiot at him and trying to memorise his face, a waiter came to your table, and you managed to order your drinks without acting crazy or too dorky.

* * *

“What about Bastet? You know her?”

Okay so maybe you were still a little dorky.

“The cat lady? I mean you see her everywhere don’t you? In all the nice cat ladies by your flat or in the market!” “Okay fine Mr. Poetic, I’m asking about the goddess,”

He grinned, fiddling with the strap of his bag as you both made your way to a bus stop. “I haven’t met her, no. But I know of her,”

“Right, of course,” You weren’t sure why you humoured this idea; the possibility of divinity walking amongst man. But the ease of pretending, of imagining with him, with Steven, was something you came to realise you enjoyed too much to give up. “What about Zeus?” He frowned. “Wrong civilization,” “Oh come on, so you’re telling me you can believe the idea of gods with bird heads from the times of pyramids, but you can’t humour me with the idea of wackoo’s living on top of a mountain?” “I just don’t like them. Too chaotic,” “That’s exactly why everyone likes them,” “Okay fine, I just stay in my territory,” You shook your head, shrugging your bag back into place on your shoulder. “Okay, that’s fair, they probably don’t like each other anyway,” “Nope, definitely don’t,”

You both fell into a silence after, continuing your walk to the bus stop. “You don’t have to go all the way with me to the bus stop yknow-” You started but he just shook his head. “I don’t mind, love. Really, it’s a nice day out for a walk,” You nodded. “Okay.”

Silence fell again, and you couldn’t help but look up a little to look at him. Him with his pretty eyes and flushed cheeks. Him with his easy going smile on those nice lips. Him with the nice jawline and cheekbones that are just the right amount of sharp you just want to run your finger over it.

By the time the both of you had made it to the bus station, you had made up your mind; You were going to ask him for his number.

Only problem is…how do you ask a cute guy for his number?

You could feel the nerves start to set in as the minutes tick by, and more people pile around the bus stop. It was going to be here soon, and you’ll hop on, and probably never get his number and-

Okay calm down. You fiddled with your bag as the minutes passed, occasional small glances and nervous chuckles with Steven as he waited too, and it felt like the weight of the world was on your shoulders just to ask for a series of stupid numerals. When you glanced back up at Steven for what had to be the millionth time so far, you noticed in the far distance that the bus was heading this way. Steven turns the other way then too, noticing you staring and he sighed softly. “Ah, there’s your bus,” “Yup,” He looked back at you, a soft smile on his lips. He picked at his nails, a feeling of anxiety bubbling inside of him. “So…” “So…” You continued for him, and you both laughed awkwardly. “Can I-” “Can-” You stopped, chuckling awkwardly as Steven shook his head. “Sorry love- didn’t mean to speak over you-” “No no it’s okay! My bad,” You reassured him. “Go ahead,” “No really-” He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling. “You start,” “Steven-” You started to protest (why were you even doing that) but he set you with a firm look and you sighed. “Okay. I was…yknow…going to ask. If-” You trailed off. “Yknow…” “If…? Unfortunately love, I’m very bad at guessing games. You’ll have to specify,” You sighed, rubbing a hand down my face. You took a deep breath and right as the bus stopped at your station, you blurted quickly, “Can I have your number?!” It came out in one breath, a quick sentence and Steven’s browns furrowed. You panicked, thinking maybe you had read this wrong? What if he doesn’t want to give you his number?

But then his face exploded in a wide smile, and his eyes lit up adorably and his cheeks filled with a soft blush. “Oh. My number!” He laughed, soft and clearly full of anxiety. “Yes- right yes, of course you can. Sorry it took a minute there-” He muttered, quickly digging through his bag and pulling out his phone. “Right then, quick quick before you miss your bus-”

“It’s okay,” You mumbled quickly, steering him away from the growing bus line so you could plug in his number. You did it painfully slowly, double checking each number and going over the series at least 5 times. By the time you finished exaggerating and actually putting the number into your contacts, Steven was tapping his foot anxiously on the ground as he watched the last person board the bus. “You have to hurry it’s going to close, love,” You looked up and glanced at the bus. “Oh crap-” You quickly fumbled to put your phone away and return his, but by the time you took a step towards the bus, it dinged and the door closed as it slowly started back up to drive away. "Shit,” Steven tugged at his curls. “Oh god love, I’m really sorry- maybe if we run we could catch its next stop?” Didn’t people always say make the best out of a bad situation? The bus is gone, another won’t be coming for probably another half hour, and you were not running.

But maybe…maybe this was a good thing?

You shrugged, trying to sound as upset as you could possibly gather, but even to your own ears it sounded fake. “Oh no….the bus is gone. This is horrible. What do I do now?” Steven started to say something, but then stopped, frowning a little, before his eyes widened and a smile grew across his face. “Hang on-” He stepped closer to you, his eyes glittered with humour. “You planned that, didn't you?” You gasped. “What? Me? Why would I ever want to miss my bus?” “Hmm….” He tapped a finger to his chin, thinking loudly. He leaned down then his face barely inches away from your face. “Maybe because you wanted to spend more time with me?” He has no right being cute and nervous one second and then sexy and all mischief the next. Your eyes widened, you felt your skin heat and your cheeks flush pink with how close he was. His eyes looked even prettier up close, and his lips looked so kissable. “Really?” You managed to breathe out. “You think I’m that captivated by you?” He shrugged. “Maybe.” He paused, biting his lower lip.

Fuck.

“Are you? Captivated by me?” He asked. “Hmm. Let’s see…I think your nerdiness and awkward attitude and shy personality has definitely captivated me, Mr. Grant,” His face explodes into a bright and beautiful smile. “Really? So if I asked to go on a walk right now, you’d say yes?” I hum, pretending to think it over. “I think…yes, I would absolutely say yes,” The look on his face made it seem as if he just experienced heaven. Your heart fluttered, and you knew then that you’d never ever get tired of seeing him this happy. “Brilliant. Great, alright then um..” He stood up straight again, looking around. “Let’s go?”

You smiled, gesturing to the roads bustling with people. “Lead the way,”

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blackbat05 · 1 year

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Your Rock

Steven Grant x Reader

Plot: You’re knee deep in work and feel like nothing is working. Luckily, you have someone to give you a little TLC.

Genre: PG-13 (Themes of overworking)

A/N: Yet another self-indulgent fic along the same genre. Another loving Steven but this time it’s to tackle my final hurdle of uni. Reblogs appreciated!

For a split second, you felt like you were going to combust if you stared at the screen of your laptop for any longer.

The words that you wrote were starting to jumble and merge into one. You were becoming increasingly frustrated as you didn’t do as much as you hoped to do. Moreover, you felt lost and clueless if you were even writing the right things. For once, you just wanted your academic life to go well.

As the door opens, you give a muffled scream into the stuffed penguin you were holding for emotional support. Steven sees your frazzled state and can put two and two together. Placing the groceries on the counter, he makes his way to your side.

Like the sensitive man he was, Steven carefully pressed your shoulders, undoing the knots that formed since you sat at the kitchen for god knows how long. You groan as sign of thanks.

“Love, how long have you been at it?”

“I dunno, but I was really hoping to finish this part. So that I can move on to my other assignment.” You blinked blearily at him, belatedly noticing the dark skies outside your shared apartment.

“Did I-”

Steven senses that you’re about to enter a breakdown. He hugs you close, letting you feel his presence. Once your breathing settles, he releases you gently.

“I got ramen from the Japanese shop three blocks down. Do you want to eat with me?”

Steven’s offer was tantalizing but your overactive mind didn’t allow you to forget your tasks. “Steven, that sounds lovely but I still have-”

His expression changes to a determined one. “No. You’re eating and that’s final. When was the last time you had something to eat? Scratch that. Can you even remember what you had for lunch?”

Steven’s barrage of questions make you think but you come up with a blank. Your inability to answer means a small victory for him. He opens the takeaway bags, taking out two containers of ramen. Under his watchful eye, you clear your stuff away and realize the fatigue starting to kick in.

Placing a container in front of you, you see the big juicy scallops floating in the spicy broth. Steven has gotten you your favorite ramen and suddenly you can’t help but to get a little emotional which he notices as he sorts out his own meal.

“What’s wrong love? Not to your taste?”

You shake your head, giving a watery smile. “It’s perfect. You read my mind Steven. You always do.” Taking a deep exhale, you see him patiently waiting for you.

“It’s ok to feel this way love. It just means you care about it. But you have to take a break. It won’t run away from you, you’ll finish it eventually.” He tells you softly, but the weight of his words have an impact on you.

As always, Steven was the wise one in this relationship. The anchor. Or maybe because it was his experiences that made him stronger. Your respect and love for him grew immensely once again.

You get off your seat to hug him once more and you can’t imagine, what would a life be without Steven?

“Probably dull.”

“Huh?”

“If you didn’t crash into me in the lecture hall, your life would still have been mundane as ever.”

You pause for a moment before breaking into laughter. How could he read your mind so well?

“Hey! I didn’t crash into you! I was just… I was just-”

“Too busy looking at my adorable face?”

You pretend to gasp at his cheekiness. “Well look whose getting too confident! And here I was thinking who to bring for the ice cream buffet next week.”

“I’m sorry love! I just can’t help but to state the facts.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You slurp more noodles, tummy feeling satisfied. The haze in your brain slowly starts to clear and you start to feel the fatigue kick in. Steven notices this as he automatically clears the table once you were finished.

“Steven, I can do it. You bought the stuff.”

He waves you away. “Love, you had a long day. This is fine. I’ll see you tomorrow morning for our walk? And then we can head for breakfast?”

You nod, eager to take a break from that wretched computer of yours.

“Go to bed, I’ll be right behind you.”

You grab your things, preparing to head into the bedroom. You glance over your shoulder to see Steven washing the dishes with precision and placing the groceries into the cabinets.

You had no idea what you did to deserve him. He was always so willing to give, to support… he was simply your rock.

“Hey Steven?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

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heyysteven · 2 years

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Moon Nights

Summary: You wake up in the night and watch Steven sleep.

Pairing: Steven Grant x reader

Warnings: Fluff (like lots of it)

A/N: its my first fic! Loosely based on an idea i had weeks ago, let me know what you think!

Steven Grant couldn’t clean his apartment for shit.

Decked in dark décor, his apartment was filled with piles and piles of books, each one towering higher than the previous, his beloved one finned orange fish, Gus and some vintage furniture that you’ve seen him use occasionally. The brown hardwood floor was scattered with letters and dirty laundry and you were pretty sure you had seen him push his muddy shoes deep under his bed. Despite being the biggest homebody, it looked like Steven was rarely home.

The condition of his apartment would have really bothered you, if you weren’t so busy staring at his sleeping frame.

The beaming moonlight that poured in from the huge blue tinted windows illuminated Steven’s face. It was really impossible to look away when he looked so unbelievably magical. You laid there on his chest, slowly rising and falling, silently adoring his moonlit face. The sound of his light snores made you smile. Even while sleeping, he somehow managed to feel like a warm place you belonged to. He felt like your home.

You carefully reached for his forehead, and traced a small heart around the arch of his eyebrows with your fingertips.

“One of these days, I’m gonna marry you and this will be the favorite part of our nights.” You whispered a promise and gently pressed your lips on his cheek. You stopped yourself before you smothered his stupidly handsome face with kisses.

You knew you were in love with Steven. You knew that ever since you had caught him staring at you from across the museum. You knew that ever since with a shy smile and an awkward demeanor, he had asked for your name. You had been in love with him when he introduced you to his fish and every time he’d call you to say he missed you.

Every day felt perfect with him.

Every gust of wind felt fresh, every star placed in the perfect position, every beat of music was singing to your happiness. You were with the sweetest man alive and even though it took weeks, you finally even had the approval of his precious fish.

You turned to look at Gus at the thought. Deep in his fish castle, you could see him snoozing like his owner. It was strange how something so significantly small could make you feel so welcomed. You imagined coming home to the sound of Steven having long conversations with Gus talking about pyramids and pharaohs while feeding him chunks of flaked fish food. You imagined being a part of their everyday lives. The thought of having Steven be that one person you can always come back to filled your heart.

Steven made you feel every corner, every depth of your heart. His touches were golden, healing with its warmth, his laughter had the power to cast spells and capture anyone in its hold, and his eyes were pools of thundering ocean, striking your heart with each glance.

You wanted to lie on his lap and let him lull you to sleep. You wanted him to play with your hair and tell you stories of the heavenly Gods and Goddesses, you wanted him to hold you and never let go.

“Is it true?” his raspy voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You were so lost in the train of your thought that you didn’t notice him wake up.

“I’m sorry did I wake you?”

Steven simply flashed you his sloppy grin. He slowly propped himself up on his elbows and said, “Would you really marry me?”

Without missing a beat you replied, “Yes.”

He tilted his head slightly and asked in a playful tone, “Even if we were, I dont know, being invaded by aliens?”

You matched his head tilt and said, “Yeah, if you think that some one eyed, purple looking alien would stop me then you’re wrong.”

“Even if we were stuck inside a really creepy old haunted palace?” he challenged.

“Steven Grant, you understand this, I would marry you inside the world’s most explosive volcano, even if it was the last thing I ever did in my life. I would marry you in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with turtles crawling near my legs. I would marry you even in the blazing heat and the polar cold. There is no place or time, I wouldn’t marry you in.”

Steven didn’t say anything at that. He simply took your hand and placed a delicate kiss on each knuckle. He then slowly placed your hand on his heart and wrapped his fingers around yours. When you felt his heart practically hammering on his chest, you looked up to meet his eyes.

“Can you feel how much you drive me insane?” his voice now barely a whisper.

You stayed there, frozen in the moment, with your hand on his chest and his eyes shut close, as though he was experiencing something sacred. In that moment, you felt everything melt away.

“Y/n, I’m hopelessly, irrevocably, deeply in love with you and there is no force in this damned universe that could overpower the love I have for you. I’ve loved you since that rainy afternoon in the museum and every moment since.

You paint my mornings golden, my nights with rose tinted dreams and you burn my soul with desire. Every time you look at me and smile because of me, I lose my bloody mind. You are the sole reason of my existence and the answer to all my prayers and I-”

You placed your palms on his stubbly cheek and pulled him to you before Steven could finish talking. When you felt his smile on your lips, you pulled him closer, sparing no space to breathe and kissed him like there was no tomorrow.

When you pull yourselves back to breathe, you knew it then. You knew what it’s like to truly love someone. To love them so much that every inch of you screams for their touch. To love them so much that you find your favorites in the middle of the night. You knew in that moment exactly what it was like to completely love Steven.

In the beaming moonlight, you watch him smile at you. You hold his hand and it shoots fireworks within you. You take a deep breath and even though you don’t want to, you whisper, “We really should sleep.”

Wrapping yourself in Steven’s arms, you lie down with him and with the world’s biggest smile, you drift off to sleep.

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jake-g-lockley · 1 year

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Hello darling! Can I request almost kissing but someone walks in + steven grant my baby Hehehe

Harmony of the Sea and Moon (Steven Grant x reader)

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A/N: YESS STEVEN! Omg I have so much soft thoughts about this man, mainly because he is the human version of the heart eyes emoji. Lmao but this fic feels like a fever dream ngl

Word Count: 937 words

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Love is a weird thing. No one truly knows what it is but everyone eventually succumbs to it. It's pure, vulnerable, painful and many other things. But to Steven, it was harmony. Harmony that he could not explain but could not deny as well. It pushed him into a vision of peace like no other and quietened his mind, letting him relax. It began in the morning when you had pounded your fist on the door of his apartment.

The both of you had overslept, way past your alarms and clearly left the bus. Steven scrambled as you helped him pack his bag and the both of you sprinted out of the doors as fast as humanly possible.

“It’s okay, we can just walk, it should be fine.” you assured him, but he didn’t need assurance as he stared without a single thought in his head at you.

His heart stuttered as you clutched firmly at his wrist, pulling him as he lagged slightly behind. His eyes were trained on you and he watched as your hair flowed behind you, fluttering softly against the wind that picked up. You stop and he slammed into your back and you turned to pout at him, only causing his heart to speed up unnaturally fast.

Suddenly, Steven felt the wind pick up and he tilted his chin up to the heavens as the first few drops of the sad London rain littered his face. It snapped Steven out of his trance, almost as if it gave him a cold shower. He realised that the both of you were very close to the museum and he swore under his breath as he laced his fingers with yours, preparing to make a run for it.

But you let him go, confusing him. Your face was tilted up at the heavens too but your eyes were closed and you had a small smile on your face as the rain became heavier. Steven stood rooted as you stepped forward and stretched your arms up above your head. The feeling of harmony crescendoed at this instant and whatever Steven had been feeling was amplified by tenfold as he clutched at his chest right above where his heart sat. He felt pulled to you the way the Moon pulls the tides of the Earth's seas, creating a perfect continuous melody in his heart that clawed throughout his body at the sight of you.

You let out a laugh, spinning around and Steven started perceiving everything in slow motion. He never fell in love with you by accident, he always felt like it was just meant to happen. He felt an invisible force push him forward and he clutched at your wrist, pulling you close. Steven started to sway you back and forth as your head was thrown back and your laugh echoed in the emptiness of his head. Oh what a sight the both of you must have been, with Steven’s dazed out smile and you laughing in his arms.

“Shit! Steven, the time, we got to go!” you yelled and he chuckled, letting himself be pulled towards the museum.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

After an earful of scolding from Donna, the both of you retreated to the staff rooms to get changed with some items found in the lost and found. JB had been nice enough to grab some towels for the both of you and you now were rubbing the water out of your hair as the warm room soothed your body.

Steven was shivering and quickly pulled his jacket and shirt off without a second thought, causing your face to heat up as you caught the sight of his beautiful olive skin. He pulled on the shirt he found and grabbed the towel to start drying his hair. You had been silently observing the way he acted all morning and your heart was pounding at the way he had danced with you in the rain.

He was your perfect Steven and you wanted so bad to be his.

You found yourself gravitating towards him and you pulled the towel off his head. He looked at you with his big soft eyes and you almost melted. Instead you gave him a shy smile as you stepped closer. You couldn’t help but feel drawn to him and you could feel his breathing quicken as you looked up at him.

Whatever you were feeling, you knew he was harmonising with you. He looked really pretty like this, with his wet curls and tinted cheekbones. The thing that enticed you the most was his perfectly set lips that pouted slightly, and you felt a yearning like no other to taste them.

So that's what you did.

You silently tipped your head slightly as Steven got closer and closer, but the door swings open and you jump away before realising that it was one of the cleaning ladies coming to pick up your wet clothes. You sighed and turned away, slightly frustrated at her timing but the second the door closed again, you felt yourself being pulled and you slumped against Steven’s surprisingly muscular frame.

His two fingers tilted your face up by your chin and he brought his lips to yours ever so gently, as if he was afraid to break you into tiny pieces. You both sighed into the kiss at the same time, causing a rumble of giggles to erupt from you. He pulled back and looked at you as if he was properly seeing you again for the first time, kissing your forehead and placing your hand above his heart as he pulled you in for a hug.

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b6cky · 2 years

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loss

synopsis: y/n was always late home, not because of work, but because she would visit her father at a care home every day without fail, it was admirable… but y/n gets bad news.

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader, marc spector x fem!reader (previously established relationship with steven)

warnings: death of a parent, mentions of bad relationship with parent, steven is in a relationship with y/n - marc is not, potentially hinting at abuse in the past (nothing explicitly stated), grief, hurt/comfort

author’s note: this won’t be following the storyline of the show, but minor spoilers about marc’s life w/ his mother ! this will be sort of sad, but it’s mainly a comfort fic :)

reblogs, hearts + comments r always appreciated <3

with an exhausted huff, marc entered his, well steven’s, apartment. it wasn’t often that marc fronted during the day, steven loved his job as much as donna was a bit of a twat to him, he adored being surrounded by egyptian history, marc.. not so much. he’s stated something about the museum being a constant reminder of the god he’d had the misfortune of meeting.

marc walked past y/n’s frozen figure not paying any mind to her, grabbing something to drink from the fridge, “would it kill you to lighten up a bit?” marc muttered, looking at y/n briefly as she sat at the small kitchen table she had bought for her and steven.

“oh, sorry, i’ll … i’ll um put some music on,” y/n stood up, her body visibly stiff as she walked over to the bluetooth speaker sitting by the sink.

“are you alright?” marc furrowed his brows, confused at her odd behaviour. usually she’d quip back at him, saying something like ‘as if you’re a joy to be around’, or ‘when you give me something to smile about, i’ll lighten up’, but this time there was nothing.

“yeah, music, let me put some.. some music on,” y/n nodded to herself, barely speaking at an audible volume.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” marc spoke softly, or as softly as he could. he wasn’t really a soft person, but he tried knowing how much y/n meant to steven. she was important to steven.

“food? you want some food? i can get something cooked up, yeah i’ll only be a few minutes.. music, need some music,” y/n muttered, moving around the kitchen and opening a drawer or two, only to head back to the sink to fiddle with the bluetooth speaker.

“y/n.” he spoke up a bit louder, moving closer to her.

she’s home early?

steven’s concerned voice spoke up and marc looked towards the cabinets, he stared at steven in the reflection of the glass for a few moments and then looked back at y/n who was muttering to herself.

“y/n..” marc stood next to her, looking behind him at the table that had an empty wine bottle and next to it an empty glass, “did something happen?”

y/n looked at marc and it was like she had only just noticed him, despite talking to him only seconds before.

“um..” y/n swallowed the limp in her throat and closed her eyes, “i.. um, my.. my dad.”

marc’s face softened and he realised what had happened. why steven was so confused about her being home early. at this time, y/n would have been at the care home with her father.

“my dad, he um, he passed.” she nodded, blinking away her tears.

“here, c’mon sit down, i’ll get you some water.” he put his hand on her lower back and guided her to the chair she had just been sat on.

“thanks, yeah.. some water, thank you..” y/n muttered to herself as she sat down.

“do you.. want steven?” marc asked, placing a glass of water in front of y/n and dragging the other chair closer to her.

“i..” y/n paused, looking at the glass of water, “i don’t know what i want...”

“alright.. just let me know if you want him, he’s here,” marc nodded awkwardly, unsure of how he was supposed to go about comforting the girlfriend of the man in his head.

“thanks.. ‘ppreciate it.” y/n took the glass of water and took a few sips.

“how did you find out?” marc asked.

“i was there… and, he just fell asleep, it was normal, he usually falls asleep - i guess alzheimer’s really takes it out of you, dunno, but… he just stopped .. breathing.” y/n explained solemnly.

“i’m sorry for your loss,” marc put his hand over her’s and squeezed it.

“it’s weird..” y/n sighed, “my whole life, i’ve just been waiting for this day, i’d pray every night as a child that he would just.. drop dead, but.. i guess i lost my real dad a while ago and .. he was different now, sick of course, but he wasn’t the same man he was and i guess that hurts even more.”

marc just stared into her eyes, letting her talk, knowing that it wouldn’t help for him to try comfort her and that she just needed to speak her mind.

“we never had a good relationship. he was always up my ass for one thing or another and he drove me up the fucking walls, he was a bully, he really and truly was a bully, that is all he ever was!” y/n let out a deep breath and scrunched up her face, “i really can’t believe he’s gone, this is the one thing i always wanted, so why.. does it hurt so fucking bad.”

marc looked down at her hands and thought about his mother, it wasn’t something he did a lot, but he knew exactly how y/n felt, “it hurts because you never got closure.”

y/n looked up and met his eyes.

“you never got closure for the stuff he did and said.. that’s what hurts, he was sick and you got to know a different man, you’re mourning for the sick man who could barely remember his own name, not your father.” marc gulped, licking his lips nervously, his lips suddenly feeling too dry for him to be comfortable.

y/n’s eyes widened a bit and her eyes started to tear up, “yeah..”

“i’m sorry about what he did and what he was like, you of all people don’t deserve that.” the sincerity in marc’s voice struck y/n right in the chest.

“thank you, that means a lot.. coming from you.” y/n smiled sadly, trying to blink the tears away.

“i mean it,” he smiled back, “you’re a good person, you’re good to steven, hell, you’re good to me even if i come back at eleven at night with bloody knuckles,” he laughed, trying to at least for a moment, lighten y/n’s mood, “you didn’t deserve anything that ever happened to you.”

y/n leaned forward and wrapped her arms around marc, his body tensing up for a moment out of shock, but his arms wrapped around her tightly letting her cry on his shoulder. he rubbed his hand up and down y/n’s back soothingly, occasionally reminding her to breathe, or giving her reassurance that she was going to be okay.

the two stayed like that for a while, not that marc minded. he liked it, it was comforting for him just as much as it was for her. marc, although he’d never admit it, was a touch starved man and it was nice to know that y/n trusted him enough to let him be there for her and hold her.

marc, please let me have the body

marc reluctantly pulled away from y/n and whispered, “steven wants the body now.”

“okay,” y/n sniffled, smiling at marc, “thank you, i owe you.”

“try not to get snot over my shirt next time you see me,” marc smirked at her and she laughed, wiping her nose with her sleeve.

“sorry about that.”

“it’s fine, just nice to see you smile again.”

“thank you, marc.” y/n smiled softly at him and picked up the glass of water and gulped down the rest, as steven fronted.

“y/n.. love, you alright?” steven put a hand on her shoulder.

y/n turned her head to face steven and she smiled, “i’m.. a bit better, yeah, thank you.”

“let’s get you to bed, yeah? all nice and cozied up, sound good?” steven smiled back at her.

“mhm,” y/n hummed as steven put an arm around her and guided her to bed.

“good thing you’re already in jammies, ey?” steven chuckled, helping y/n get onto the bed, “let me get changed and i’ll be just a sec.”

“okay,” y/n nodded, her voice slightly drained of any emotion, but steven didn’t take it personally, he knew she was probably still in shock and grieving about her dad. steven rushed over to his dresser and changed out of the clothes marc had dressed the body in that morning, settling for a nice comfortable pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

“so,” he started, getting into the bed next to y/n, grabbing one of her hands with both of his and holding it tightly, “do you need anything? i can do anything you want, love, really! you name it and i’ll do it.. although if you asked me to jump out a window i might hesitate a little bit.”

y/n laughed and shook her head, “steven, if i ever ask you to jump out a window, please don’t.”

“you can’t stop me! i’ll do it, i will!” he laughed with her, and then stopped and looked into her eyes with a softened expression on his face, “really love, what do you need? anything at all.”

y/n pulled him closer to her and wrapped her arms around his torso, putting her head against his chest, “you are enough, just want you.”

“i’m all yours darling.”

“how come you weren’t fronting today? donna say something to you? i swear when i see that cow in the streets no one will be able to stop me from teaching her a lesson.” y/n muttered into his t-shirt and steven chuckled.

“nah… not donna, to be honest, was feelin’ a little lazy today..“ he spoke softly, tracing little shapes into y/n’s back, “marc told me if i didn’t get my ass out of bed, he’d kick my ass… let me just tell you, getting punched by your own fist, biggest betrayal.”

y/n laughed at him, relieved that nothing bad had happened to him and that marc was just helping steven out, “fed gus for you by the way.”

“oh my days, i completely forgot about that, you’re an absolute dream.” steven let out a breath of relief.

“no problem, just glad you’re okay..” y/n mumbled, exhaustion slowly taking over her body.

“let’s get some sleep now, yeah?” steven pressed his lips against her head and squeezed her tightly in his arms.

“yeah.. night night steven.. night marc.” y/n whispered, before finally allowing herself to fall asleep.

“night, love.” he smiled.

don’t go into work tomorrow.

“you must think i’m a bloody idiot if you think i’m going into work and not staying here with her.” steven whispered, trying not to wake up y/n, but not hesitating the shoot a glare at the mirror that marc was standing in, his arms crossed over his chest.

marc didn’t say anything, but he raised his eyebrows and looked to the side.

“you are pulling my leg right now. sod off, will ya, i’m trying to sleep here.” steven looked away from the mirror and pressed another kiss to y/n’s forehead.

i’m kidding, g’night steven… take care of her.

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peterman-spideyparker · 2 years

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[ CLOSE ] our muses have sex in lotus position, clinging to each other desperately. For Steven grant please, desperately

Thanks, Nonny! I kind of have something like this coming up in a series I’m trying to finish before I start posting, so I drew a lil inspiration from that for this. Thank you for the request!!💜💜

You’re Here (Steven Grant x Reader)

“(Y/N)?” you hear Steven call throughout the apartment. “(Y/N), love, please tell me you’re home!”

“I’m right here, hon,” you tell him, moving into his line of sight from your spot by the bookshelf toward the back of the flat.

“Thank the heavens,” he breathes, dropping his bag and rushing to give you a tight hug for the record books as his lips press kisses wherever he can.

“Steven—,” you start. You don’t get far with your sentence because his lips crash into yours. The embrace is filled with nothing but need and passion and love, taking the breath right from your chest. When he pulls back, you’re able to sneak a question in. “What happened, baby?” you breathe, feeling the soft curls in his hair.

“I-I thought—gods, I was so afraid something happened to you,” he sniffles, tears pouring down his cheeks. “I was so afraid I lost you.”

“I’m right here, Steven,” you assure him. “I’m right here.” Bringing his lips back to yours, there’s a shift in tone of the embraces. While they’re still full of passion and need, the languid movements beg for reassurance. Steven’s lips remain on yours as he guides you to the bedroom. You’re hands grab at the side of his face, holding him steady to you as you both fall onto the mattress. As he tries to kiss you deeper, assuring himself that you really are here, safe, with him, your noses smush together. Soon, his fingers are no longer gripping you through your clothes, but snaking underneath the fabric to hold onto your skin. As much as you want to talk to Steven about what has him like this, you know better that. You need to let him have this moment.

He whispers “I love you”s like chants and prayers into your skin, permanently burning themselves into your flesh with his hot breath. Soon, his need and desire take a grip over him and his fingers and deftly removing the clothes from your body, kissing as much of the gradually exposed flesh as he can. Before you can process that you’re naked underneath him, he’s peeling his shirt off of his body and leaning back down to hold your face for a soul-stirring kiss. He pulls you up with him as he leans back, his hands sliding down your body and giving you goosebumps in the process before he scoops you up and into his lap. Wrapping his arms around your back, he holds your chest flush to his while his fingers slide into your hair and cradle the back of your head as we kiss.

“Steven,” you whimper as he moves his lips to your neck, assaulting the skin with a mix of open wet kisses, closed tight pecks, nips, sucks, licks, and everything in between. You roll your hips into his lap involuntarily, causing a low, desperate growl to rumble in Steven’s throat. He matches your movements with his own pelvis, doing it so strategically that he rolls down the elastic of his boxers. When did his take off his pants? Hell, you don’t even care. You just know that you care about Steven—making him feel good, safe, and loved—and you’re pretty sure that’s what you’re doing now for him. Carefully lifting your hips, he slowly sits you down on his cock. It doesn’t matter how wet you are or how many times you do this with the boys—you will never get used to how he feels. Call it a cliché, but every time you sleep with Steven feels like the first time. You capture Steven’s lips with yours, and this time it’s your turn to hold onto his face as you embrace. Tentatively, you roll your hips, feeling Steven hit every right spot inside of you. His swollen lips part from yours, and Steven chooses to rest his forehead on yours. His fingers trace the line in your back as he moves his hands downward, his calloused yet soft fingertips sending goosebumps and electricity throughout your body. Bringing them to your sides, he laces your fingers together and gives them a squeeze. Every now and then, you peck one another’s lips as you increase the speed of your pelvis. Your eyes are fiercely locked onto one another’s, making the pleasure you feel from his pelvic bone against your clit all the more intense.

“I love you,” Steven breathes against your skin, nuzzling his nose against yours. “I love you so much, darlin’.”

“I love you so much, Steven,” you whimper. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

With each utterance, your hips move faster and your fingers card through the sweaty curls on his head. Dipping his head down, he attaches his lips on the spot on your neck that sends shivers throughout your body, the warmth and wetness of his lips unlike any feeling in the world. Immedately, the sensation goes down to your core, and between the angle Steven has inside of you and the friction on your clit, you’re tipped over the edge and hugging onto Steven for dear life. With the orgasm wracking your body, you are unable to keep moving against Steven, so he starts to thrust upward into you as you squeeze him. You’re afraid you’ll make him deaf in his ear as you loudly cry out in the intense pleasure he sends throughout your body. The way that he holds onto you, however, doesn’t allow you to move around too much to protect his hearing. Steven doesn’t seem to mind though, because he cums as he milks every last ounce of pleasure from you. You grip each other tightly as you both try to catch your breath and come back down to earth. Once we are both a little more coherent, your lips trap each other’s tenderly, communicating every ounce of love and passion that you have for one another.

“Are you doing okay, Steven?” you ask him softly, looking into his beautiful coffee colored eyes as you scratch light, soothing circles onto his scalp.

“Today—the entire mission—it was a lot more than I anticipated,” he sniffles. “I—.There we’re these awful things, they threatened you, I—”

“Shh,” you soothe him, kissing his cheek while he teeters on a complete breakdown. “You don’t need to talk about it now if you don’t want to. If and when you’re ready, I’m right here for you. I’m right here for all of you, always.”

“Can I just hold onto you? Please?” he asks, so incredibly fragile.

“Yeah, of course,” you say softly as he adjusts and snuggle into you, laying you both down on the mattress, legs still tangled together. Snuggling into your chest, Steven listens to your heartbeat, breathing in your skin and doing other little things to keep him grounded and assure himself that you’re here with him.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whisper.

Steven doesn’t say another word, but you can tell by how he hold you, he understands, telling you he loves you with his steady breaths and the simplest of touches.

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softieekayy · 10 months

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Illicit Feelings

Marc spector x fem!reader.

Word count: 6k

Warnings: reader is 19 years old. Some questionable morals from Marc’s side. she can consent, not a toxic relationship, they know what they’re doing. Reader can consent. Marc is 37. Also reader is slight oc! She’s characterized with skin, eye and hair. She is implied to be desi.

Authors note: writing and posting this specific story has taken a lot out of me. It’s wrong morals and everything but please, do not hate and if you don’t like what you see then please scroll away. Leaving hate is unnecessary. I know that the age gap is controversial but I wrote this for myself and something that I’d like to share with you.

Cairo was a timeless city. Correction, Cairo will always be a timeless city with ancient temples buried under its sand dunes and secrets carried in the wind, there was nothing to not like about the Egyptian city. Marc Spector was not immune to the charm of Cairo, it’s where his life ended and began. It is also the city where Marc spector met the young woman that would alter his life forever, integrating herself so far into his life that everywhere Marc turned she was there.

Their meeting was odd, like anything in Marc’s life, she was sought out by Khonshu, the old bird claming that she would be of help in defeating Ammit. As the avatar of Anubis, she was helpful, with eyes that saw sharp and ears that could hear as well as a dog, she was exactly what Marc needed. Now, he would be okay with whatever this was if it weren’t for the fact that she was 19. Just barely starting her life and already a mercenary and an avatar. If anything, she was too much like Marc and perhaps that is exactly why he liked her so much.

Their first meeting was eventful, Marc had finally hunted her down after three weeks of searching and he was glad that this time she didn’t disappear on him like a ghost. He watched her from above, sat atop the building across her hotel room, eyes glowing as he donned his suit. Khonshu told Marc to beware of the young girl, claiming that she was just as dangerous as Anubis himself. Marc ignored the old bird, chalking it up to his dislike for the latter god but he wished he listened to him. Mac wished he kept his guard up a little bcause as soon as he saw her, he knew she was dangerous.

“Marc Spector, avatar of Khonshu, Moon Knight and former mercenary, what a pleasure to meet you.” She spoke, her lips turning up into a cat-like grin as she ran her tongue over her teeth. Her eyes through, that is what captivated Marc. Big brown doe eyes that peered into his own in a way that Marc thought she was judging his soul. She moved and Marc watched as she went from leaning on her dresser to walking to the mini kitchenette, he watched as she pulled out a bottle of scotch and two glasses. Even though he was watching her, his thoughts drifted to how the cropped tank top she wore was a little too tight and how the shorts showed off her legs and tanned skin, no doubt from being in the Cairo sun for too long.

“Blimey mate, you’ve just met her and are already thinking about her. Slow down a little, yeah.” Steven told Marc with an underlying tone of scolding and for a moment, just a brief moment, Marc suspected Steven was talking to himself too.

She watched him carefully, Anubis had told her that Marc would come find her and she was prepared. Everyone in the Ennead and their Avatars had brushed off Spector’s call for help, not Anubis though, no. He would help but only after a game of chase. To be honest, she was surprised that Marc found her only after three weeks of hunting but then again, they are both trained mercenaries and it was their job. Locating missing things for a price.

“You’re Anubis’ avatar?” Marc asked her, giving her a once over. Even though she is 19, her face held youth and innocence. She smiled at him, walking forward and handing him a glass of scotch, Marc accepted it from her before muttering a small thanks under his breath.

“You’d be right. I am the avatar of Anubis, his own personal hit woman and his Soul Sentinel. Guardian of souls, protector of the afterlife.” She grinned as she told the older man in front of her her duties. When Anubis told her that Khonshu’s avatar would come seeking her aid, the man in front of her is not what she expected. Marc Spector was beautiful, perhaps more beautiful than any of her past lovers. His tan skin gleamed under the mom light and curls laid loosely on his forehead from sweat. He was beautiful and she wasn’t immune to his beauty, no, she was attracted to him. Marc was also quite a bit older than her, she was 19 and there he was, probably in his late thirties.

Marc just stared at her for a second, not knowing what to say or do. The young girl in front of him took a seat on the chair and gestured for him to do the same.

“So, what is it that you need from me?” She asked Marc, the grin never leaving her face. Marc sighed, not wanting to drag the young girl into his mess. He was not good for her, even if she was an avatar like him, she was too young. Instead of being here, drinking scotch and sitting across from him.

“I need you to help me. Harrow is looking for Ammit’s tomb.” Marc tells her, his voice hardening at the mention of Harrow. (Y/n) of course picks up on this, tucking a stray piece of star behind her ear as she leaned forward slightly.

“Of course. What do you need me to do?” She asked him and Marc looked at her before Steven caught his attention in the silver tray.

“Mate, you sure it’s a good idea. I mean, she’s 19, a good bit younger than us yeah? Don’t you think Layla’s help would be enough?” Steven babbled on and Marc sighed, contemplating if he should ask the young girl to help.

“She’s our only chance Marc!” Khonshu’s voice boomed in his head as the god demanded he ask for her help. If Marc didn’t know any better, he’d think that Khonshu was pushing him to ask for her support on purpose, just to entrance her in his life.

“Marc, are you alright?” She asked, leaning forward to touch his hand. Marc looked at her, big doe eyes that stared back into his own. He sighed and nodded, pushing back into the chair, hoping that it would somehow open up and engulf him.

“I need your help to hunt down Harrow.” and kill his men. Marc thought. The brunette nodded, taking another sip of her scotch, letting it sit in her mouth before swallowing. Marc took in her appearance fully now. Long wavy black hair that cascaded down her back to her waist, tan skin sharp eyes, she was beautiful. Very beautiful. Her skin seemed to glow in the warm yellow light of her room, making her tan skin have a slight sparkle to it. Marc noticed the necklace she wore, a gold chain with an ankh, it sat high on her neck, almost like a choker but not nearly.

“Alright.”

Who knew one simple word could change so much in such little time.

“-arc! Marc, are you even listening to me?” Marc jerked his head towards (y/n) who was standing beside him, an exasperated look on her face and arms crossed over her chest.

“Sorry. What were you saying?” He grimaced, asking her as she sighed. Despite being young, she acted older than she was, then again, she did kill people for a living. Hitwoman for hire. Steven often wondered where Anubis found her and while Marc did too, he didn’t want to ask. He didn't want to know what hell she went through to work for the god of death.

“They only have one room, said we could take it for tonight and they’d clear something up in the mornin” she spoke, her slight accent popping through at the end of her sentence. Marc ran his hand down his face, muttering a small fuck under his breath.

“What are our other options.” He asked, looking at her, hoping she’d say that there is another hotel nearby they could stay at.

“Right now? It’s either this or the sand outside and as much as I like Cairo, I’m not fond of sand in my hair.” She says, tugging her baseball cap lower, covering her eyes. Nightfall had taken over Cairo a while ago and the night stars gleamed brightly.

“It’s fine, we’ll just take the one room.” (Y/n) grumbled as she let out a deep breath. Marc looked at her from his peripheral vision. Even though they’d been working together for 2 weeks, they had never shared a room and not once did Marc seek her out in the middle of the night, no matter how much he wanted to.

“Are you sure it’ll be okay? I can take the car for tonight if you want the room.” Marc asked, following behind her as they both made their way to the elevator.

“Yeah Marc. We’re both adults, I don’t think sharing a room should put us off from each other.” She laughed and Marc swore it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard, he wanted to drown in it.

Marc didn’t speak, he just let out what could be counted in as a small laugh. Despite spending time together, (y/n) had heard of Steven but she hadn’t met him yet. The rest of the ride up was silent apart from the stupid elevator music.

Their room was big, a whole area for couches and a tv and then the small kitchenette. This is the nicest room Marc has ever stayed in. It was big and spacious, very similar to a small, fancy flat.

“There’s one bed.” (Y/n) yelled from inside the room, not wasting any time exploring the room.

“Of course there is.” Marc stated, tiredness lacing his voice.

Marc entered the room only to see the duffel bag that (y/n) was carrying thrown carelessly on the floor along with her jacket and gun set on the dresser, she jumped on the bed, sighing in content.

“Marc, come lay next to me.” She beckoned him over with her hand, eyes closed as she tried to burrow herself deeper into the bed.

“I’ll take the couch, thanks.” Marc mummered, setting down his own bag next to hers.

“Maaarrccc. Don’t be fucking rude, come lay next to me, I don’t bite. Unless you want to.” She drawled, now propped up on one arm, the other calling him over. Marc looked at her and she just looked so appealing. Dark wavy hair sprawled invitingly on the bed and red lips pulled up in a lazy smile, her tank top rising up just a little, exposing a sliver of skin. He thought about it for a moment and it took him one moment before he trudged forward and sat down next to her on the bed.

“Happy?” He asked and she just nodded, Marc laughed, running his hand through his hair, curls loosened from the humid Cairo air. He turned his head slightly to look at the young woman next to him, her eyes still closed and in that moment alone, she looked the most content.

“Yeah.” She said, opening one eye to look up at Marc slightly before falling back down, arms flailing over her head.

“I’ll take the couch for tonight.” Marc said motioning to get up before a soft hand pulled him down. For being 5’3, she was stronger than she looked, then again, the power of Anubis flowed through her soul and body.

“Marc, we’re not 14. We can share a bed together not to mention the stab wound on your rib that’s still healing.” Marc cringed a little when she mentioned the wound, he’d hoped that he hid it well enough from her. Despite the suit being able to heal, the wound was a little too deep.

“Unless you don’t want to. In that case, I can take the couch.” The young girl told him, getting up and off the bag as she looked through her bag.

“What are you doing?” He asked and she looked up at him, smiling a little.

“Showering. Feel free to join me.” Marc could feel the warmth in his ears and cheeks, no doubt blushing at the young girl's comment. He watched her walk into the washroom, pulling her hair up into a bun as she did so.

Throughout the two weeks that he’s gotten to know (y/n), he came to understand that she was flirty, very flirty. She used her sex to charm into getting what she wanted and she was very comfortable with it. It was the least violent way to do things, however she never hesitated to bring out her gun or suit if needed. He also learned that she was never shy in spending the blood money she earned. Marc’s was hidden away in a storage locker in London, only taken out if he or Steven ever needed it. Her money though, she used it however she pleased, claiming that it was her work and her money. Marc won’t lie and say that her nonchalance to the mercenary business wasn’t scaring him a little because it did. She’s so young and already so sought after by so many, he worried for her. He didn’t have to, he knew that Anubis would never let anything happen to her but he still worried.

Getting lost in his own thoughts was easy and it didn’t help that he was laying in the most comfortable bed under yellow lighting with the sound of wind blowing as background noise. The sound of the door closing snapped him from his thoughts and Marc turned his head just a bit. (Y/n) had finished her shower, now wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt, cheeks flushed from the heat of the hot shower she took.

“You okay, Marc?” She asked, coming to sit next to him, tentatively raising her hand to run it through his hair. Marc relaxed a bit, silently telling her it was okay and he almost groaned when she did so.

“Just lost in my thoughts. Gonna go shower now.” Marc told her, getting up to get his own clothes and headed towards the washroom.

“Seriously mate? You’re letting her run her hands through our hair now?” Steven asked from within the mirror.

“Steven, now is not the time.” Marc ignored Steven’s protests and hopped in the shower, lathering the jasmine scented soap onto his body.

The brunette sat outside as she listened to Anubis whisper in her ear. Long before Marc came tumbling into her life, she knew everything about him. She knew of his ex-wife Layla, his DID, Steven and Jake. She knew him but she didn’t really know him. The clock on the wall from across the bed glared 11:24 pm in bright red numbers and she sighed, deciding that it was time for bed now. The young girl had already chosen which side of the bed she’d sleep on and quickly made herself comfortable under the covers; it didn’t take long for her to doze off to sleep in the slightly chilled room under a warm linen blanket.

Marc stepped out of the washroom, a pair of sleep pants that without a doubt belonged to Steven and no shirt, he made his way over to the bed only to see a small head of black hair peeking from under the covers. Marc let out a small smile at the sight and moved over to his side of the bed, sitting down, making sure to not awake the sleeping girl. Marc pulled himself into bed, leaving an ample amount of space between the two of them. With the dark of the night, it wasn’t hard to fall asleep.

The morning Egyptian sun shone brightly into the room through orange curtains, hitting Steven right in the face and the man groaned, turning around to fall back asleep when he jerked up quickly. He scanned his surroundings before realizing that he was in the hotel room with a body laying next to his own.

“Marc? Marc!” Steven whispered for his head mate, not moving his eyes from the sleeping girl next to him and when she began to stir in her sleep, Steven panicked a bit more. He had no clue as to why Marc wasn’t fronting. Two weeks with her and Marc was the only one fronting until now. See now, it’s not that Steven didn’t like the girl, no, he was rather fond of her. The matter is that she scared him. It’s quite funny, a man almost in his forties being scared by a woman who hasn’t even hit 20 yet. She stirred awake, one hand came out from under her pillow as she patted Marc's side of the bed, when she couldn’t feel him there, she got up, pure panic in her eyes. And when her eyes landed on a skittish Steven, she relaxed.

“You must be Steven, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” And as soon as those words left her mouth, Steven was a goner. His head felt fuzzy and all he could think about was the sugary sweet voice with a honeyed smile.

“Are you okay?” She asked, getting up to check if Steven was alright and not having a panic attack.

“Hm. Oh yeah! Quite alright.” Steven explained in a frenzy as if he’d offended the younger woman.

“Where’s Marc? I have some hits I need to get done and he needs to be there with me.” The brunette told Steven as she made her way over to the dresser, pulling out a cotton tank top and some pants and head scarf, Steven gave her an awkward smile before his eyes rolled back into his head. Marc was fronting now with a hardened look on his face.

“What hits?” He asked, arms crossed in a defensive position.

“Some hits, nothing that will bother you but I still need you there, Anubis insists.” She told him without looking at him, too engrossed in the clothing as she walked to the washroom to change. Marc stood there with a frown etched deep into his face, not liking this.

2 hours later and they were roaming the streets of Cairo, the sun glaring down harshly on Marc’s golden skin, he looked at the girl beside him, dressed in a linen t shirt and some linen pants with a head scarf covering her hair, the gun and daggers she carried hidden easily in her lose clothes. Although they were out looking for two men with a stolen artifact that belonged to Anubis, she looked relaxed, almost serene.

“What are you staring at?” She asked, not looking up at Marc but rather examining a small ankh closely. Marc didn’t say anything, continuing to simply look at her.

“Marc, what is it?” This time turning around and looking up at him, her doe eyes peering into his own brown ones. For a moment, just a brief moment, Marc forgot who they were and where they were. The way she looked at him with so much care and concern made Marc want to melt directly into the ground, he didn’t deserve her kindness.

“Nothing. Are you gonna get that?” He gestured to the necklace she was looking at.

“No, why should I when I have the real one on my neck.” She told him, bringing out the ankh that Anubis had oh so kindly gifted her. Marc grinned at her smile and continued walking as she bid the salesman goodbye and followed behind Marc, hooking his arm in hers.

“What are we looking for?” Marc asked her, keeping an eye out for anyone who looked suspicious.

“Two men, they should be here trading items. We need a small gold esophagus, one that belonged to a pharaoh a long time ago.” She told him a small frown on her face. As a mercenary, she killed people who deserved it and she stole things that were already stolen, in some ways, she reminded Marc so much of Layla and maybe that’s why he’s stuck around for so long.

In a swift moment two hands grabbed the brunette from behind, effectively covering her mouth and a knife pointed at Marc’s back, ordering them to walk. A bag was put over their heads and while the two of them could fight off the men with ease, Anubis and (Y/n) told Marc and Khonshu to hold off. They weren’t in the van for long, she could tell it was less than 20 minutes and the scent of water and salt filled her nostrils.

“Well, well, well, it’s been quite a while, hasn’t it, little star.” She could recognize that condescending voice anywhere, afterall, it plagued her nightmares constantly. Her breath hitched, nothing noticeable but it didn’t go past Marc. He turned his head in her direction, even with the bag on, his focus was on her breathing, making sure that she’s alright. That nothing has happened to her.

“Tahir. It has been a while.” She greeted, her voice a double sword.

“Hm, I didn’t expect you to survive, especially not in the condition we’d left you in.” The man, Tahir, mocked her and Marc could hear him getting up and circling them, like a hawk.

“Yet I can see you’re still hunting for items. Killing people. You haven’t changed, have you now, little star?” The man continued and Marc’s blood boiled by the second, he aches to get out of these restraints.

“Not now Marc! Be patient.” Khonshu’s voice boomed in his head, ordering him to keep patient.

“I have changed, but I can still see that you haven’t. Still a coward, killing people with bags over their heads.” She reiterated and something in Marc told him that this conversation went beyond just stolen items and bounty hunts.

“Why do you want the esophagus, it’s no use to you.” Tahir asked.

“It’s more useful to me than it will ever be to you.” Marc could hear the smirk in her voice, with the way she was edging the man on. In a soft moment, the bags over their heads were taken off and Marc’s eyes began to adjust to the light, observing his surroundings and already counting possible escape routes. His eyes landed lastly on the brunette who was looking up at the man, blood running down from her nose as the smirk on her face never wavered.

“You conniving bitch. We should’ve killed you when we had the chance to.” Tahir told her and Marc swore he could steam coming out from his ears.

“Yet you didn’t. You’re a coward, like you’ve always been.” She sneered at him, teeth baring like a feral wolf.

“Yet we killed André. You quite liked him, did you not, little star?” Tahir smirked at her and she snapped at this moment. Brown eyes beginning to tint with red

“You piece of scum, good for nothing really. No wonder your mother didn’t love you.” Marc choked on his spit at the last sentence, but then again, she was being fair.

“Now Marc!” Khonshu told him, his staff lightly hitting his back. Marc took his signal and broke free from the restraints, calling on his suit. The white bandages begin to cover every inch of his body just as (y/n) called upon her own suit. Black bandages with a gold trim began to cover her arms, and calves as loose black pants with the same gold trim formed, the chest plate made from gold and decorated with Anubis’s symbols and stones. All in all, she looked like Anubis, a female version of his that roamed the earth.

“You’ve really fucked up now, Tahir. Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you? How long I’ve waited for this moment.” She asked, an Estoc in her hand as she pointed it to his neck, teeth baring, ready to rip his throat out. Marc pulled the half crescent from his chest, taking care of the other men while she focused on the one.

“You’re a monster.” Tahir spit out and the girl only smiled.

“I may be a monster but at least I’m not afraid to admit it.” She growled at him.

The dark haired man stood up, lunging at her as she dodged it. He lunged again but this she had him pinned to a wall, face smushed up against the concrete as she banged his head into it a couple of times.

“When will you realize that you’re not leaving here alive, hm?” She whispered in his ear, choking him, inching him closer to death.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, for everything I put you through. You were a child.” Tahir babbled incoherently but she didn’t care for his apologies, what was done was done, now all she wanted was revenge. For her and for André. In a swift moment, he was let go and before he could take a breath, her sword impaled him, from his jaw to his brain. The body drops dread on the ground and nothing but silence surrounds them.

And before Marc knows it, she’s on the ground, sobbing her heart out, clutching her chest.

“(Y/n)! Are you okay!” Marc asks, dropping down on the ground next to her as she continues to sob, clutching over her heart as if it hurts.

“It hurts Marc, it hurts so much.” She told him, barely wheezing and for a moment, Marc thought that she’d been hit. In the moment, he realized the pain was emotional, pain from killing Tahir, from the reminder of her friend or lover or whoever André was to her. There was nothing Marc could do, simply taking the younger girl in his arms and consoling her as she cried her heart out into his chest.

“Marc, Marc! Give me the body.” Steven demanded the man and Marc complied, clearly Steven was better suited for this than he was.

“Hey there lovey, how are you feeling?” Steven asked, still caressing her gently.

“Do you know he was the first person ever loved?”(y/n) told Steven, pulling herself off from his chest and wiping her tears away as she smiled a watery smile.

Steven didn’t say anything, only letting her speak.

“He was the stars and my universe and I loved him so much. He was so beautiful, you know. The type whose eyes would glimmer when he spoke about something he liked, the way he would just immerse himself into something he loved. I loved seeing him do that. He was so perfect and I loved him so much. From the first time I saw him, my old heart was his, yet I never told him how much I loved him.” She told Steven, a small sparkle in her eyes as she remembered her past love.

“Oh love, I’m so so sorry.” Steven said, his hand resting on top of hers.

“Unfortunately, he died in the worst way possible. Got a death that no one deserved. It was a hit with Tahir, he said it would be an in and out job, and it was. I was perched on the building across, sniping people in the other building, giving my team the go ahead. When we were done, we were on our way home when he stopped at a temple. I realized later that it was Anubis’s temple. He bagged André over the head and shot him, point blank execution style. The way I kill people. I was tossed out after being shot in the stomach, left for the dead, beside the body of my lover. 18 years old and dying alone, I thought that’s what I deserved, after everything I’ve done. In my dying moment, Anubis came to me, asking me to be his avatar, his soul keeper and tamer of the underworld. I agreed, I was desperate and this gave me a reason to live.” Steven was in tears by the end of her story, so young to have lived a life not meant for her. Steven was forcefully shoved back when Marc fronted.

“Oh baby.” He said as he pulled the girl into his chest, tugging her close, as if he was trying to shove her into his chest, keep her protected.

She got up, pushing Marc away as she wiped away the fallen tears and sighed.

“What’s happened has happened and we cannot change that.” She told him, her armour going back to her old clothes.

“We can mourn.” Marc told her.

“I’ve mourned enough.” She replied, tugging her head scarf back in place as she extended a hand towards Marc who accepted it greatly. Her hand was soft and warm, like a blanket.

“Let’s go home.” She said and Marc agreed, hooking her arm in his, they began walking home, but not before getting some food. The fight took the most out of them and by the time they reached the hotel they called home, it was nightfall.

(Y/n) had showered and washed the day off her body and Marc did the same. His eyes followed her movement, watching as she sat on the balcony of their room, watching the moon and stars as he drank, sitting on the floor, back against the bed.

“Don’t you think you’ve drunk enough.” She teased, walking into the room, wearing those tiny fucking shorts and cotton tank top. Marc couldn’t stop looking at her legs, the tan skin of her thoughts was inviting him to touch them. She sat down next to him, taking the bottle from his hands as she drank a generous amount.

“Are you okay?” Marc asked her, referring to the day and her breakdown.

“Yeah. I’m fine. I’ve come to terms that he’s gone. I’ve let myself heal.” She told Marc, looking at him and smiling a little and putting her head on Marc’s shoulder. They say like that for a while, drinking out of the bottle and speaking of nothing. Small quips and laughs shared in the middle of the night. This moment that they shared, it was intimate. It was meant for them and them only.

Marc didn’t know what time it was when they fell asleep talking on the floor but he knew that it was far too early to be awake. He looked at the sleeping girl on his chest, cheek smushed up against him as she slept soundly, not wanting to awake her, he sat there in silence, eventually drifting back to sleep.

The second time Marc woke up, he was alone with the smell of pancakes and eggs filling his nose.

“Oh Marc! You’re awake, good. I was ready to get you.” She told him, a positive glow on her face as she smiled.

“I’ve made breakfast so why don’t you get up and brush your teeth. I’ll make some coffee, yeah?” Marc nodded at her offer before pulling himself up. He could feel the aftermath of falling asleep on the floor, a telltale sign that he was getting old.

Breakfast was chatty, she told him about her favorite places and things and he listened, feeding in the information as he told her his favourite things. Steven pitched in too, ranting about Egyptology to her as she listened intently, all wide eyed and curious. While she knew the things like the back of her hand, Steven added a deeper level of knowledge to it.

Their days merged together as they spent every waking moment drowning in each other's presence. Holding her hand in his bigger one as they walked through the Cairo market or at home as she slept on top of his chest. Marc didn’t know when their relationship became more, he didn’t want to know. Sometimes he felt guilty for being in love with a girl so young. She was 19 yes, just days from turning 20. Yet she was more than a decade younger, nearly two decades younger.

“You’re staring again.” She told him, bringing him back to reality. Marc looked at her, sitting across from him, black hair flying in the breeze lightly and red lips curled up as she took a sip from her lemonade.

“Was I?” He asked, being cheeky.

“Yeah, wanna share with the class about what was on your mind.” She said, leaning forward just a bit, the sun hitting her ankh necklace and making her skin glow in the sunlight.

“I’d prefer not to.” Marc told her, replicating her movement and leaned forward.

“You’re not fun.” She sighed, crossing her arms up on her chest. Marc laughed at the pout on her face and she did too.

“We should head home.” This time, home was an apartment in the outskirts of Cairo. In a quaint little area with little noise. It’d been two months since the whole ordeal and 3 since she’d met Marc. The two teetering the line between friends and something more. The apartment, it was their safe haven. Steven’s books strewn across the shelves and floor, Marc’s clothes hanging off the back of chairs and her makeup scattered in the bathroom and dresser. It was theirs, littered with their things and touches. It was home. Anika, a black feline that they’d adopted, slept on top of Marc’s head in the bed and Gus II and III swam happily in their tank.

Egypt was home now. It was home with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, with the sun shining down, with the girl that they lived with. Their home was home. Steven working as a tour guide in a museum and (y/n) working as a mercenary, Marc taking the odd job here and there, it was normality. Of course, they were still on Harrow’s tail, inching closer to stopping him from unleashing ammit. The feelings between the two though, that was left unsaid. They both felt it, the burning desire that lit a fire deep inside them, the aching for one another. Although one fate filled night changed the course of their life.

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?” Marc yelled at her, arms thrown up in the air, dressed in his suit and her in her own. Marc and her and found some of Harrow’s men in a nearby excavation site, causing chaos and making their way there. Effectively stopping the men from doing too much damage.

“I was thinking about you! That could’ve hit you Marc!” She yelled back, jaw clenched and arms crossed over her chest.

“You could’ve been injured!” He yelled at her, anger and worry lacing his voice. He inched closer to her until her back hit the temple wall, his face inches from her.

“Hm? You didn’t answer me?” She could feel his breath mix in with her own, their noses almost bumping.

“I was thinking about you. Saving you.” She said and as soon as those words left her mouth, Marc’s lips were on hers. Hard and passionate, just like him. She reciprocated the kiss with just as much passion, her hand shaking around his neck, tugging on the curls at the base of his neck. Marc was the first one to pull back, touching his head against hers exhaling in relief.

“What was that hm?” She giggled, her hands still in Marc’s hair and he let out a small laugh too.

“That is what I’ve been meaning to do for a while.” Marc tells her, nipping small kisses on her jaw.

“I’m kind of upset you didn’t do it before. Are you telling me we could’ve been doing that the entire time?” She asked, bringing Marc’s head up to her eye vision. Marc started at her and pulled back.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked her, standing up straight in proper military fashion.

“I’ve been sure since I saw you.” She told Marc, holding his hand gently.

“I’m 18 years older than you.” Marc deadpanned and she laughed.

“Older then better.” She shrugged and Marc kissed her again, like he wanted to imprint this moment into his brain.

“Okay.” He said, nose touching her own and foreheads touching.

“Okay.” She hums, kissing Marc softly before pulling back and walking out, pulling Marc with her.

Marc never thanked Khonshu for anything, but he did thank him for forcing him to work with (Y/n). He will forever thank Khonshu for letting him meet the girl who forever changed his destiny, the girl who makes his heart burst at the seams with a simple smile. He is forever grateful for her.

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Dance the Knight away (Steven Grant x Reader)

Warnings - None! It’s just pure fluff, and a bit of swearing from the reader. She couldn’t watch her mouth at all!

Pairing - Steven Grant x Female Reader

Synopsis - The reader goes to prom with Steven.

(A/N: the title’s a TWICE song reference, stream their music! And, this is my first time writing a fanfic so, bare with me if it kinda sucks! I hope you enjoy it! <3)

(p.s - this is just a one shot because I’m not into writing lengthy fan fictions yet. :P)

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The evening was filled with laughter and joy, the music surrounds the area and the moon shines brightly from above. It’s been weeks since you asked Steven out if you could be his date for Prom Night and you’re hoping to see him during the evening, the big door creaks open and you see him, in his white suit, all fixed up with him carrying a bouquet of flowers in his hand, he searches the area to look for you, he finally sees you and decides to approach you in the middle of the crowd.

“Ello’ love, I’m really sorry it took me time to get here, now, here we are!” He waves at you and manages to stay enthusiastic as he apologizes for being tardy. He suddenly hands you the bouquet he was holding in his hand. “I wouldn’t want to forget about giving you something as my prom date like all the other boys would do if they get asked out by someone.” He rubs the back of his neck with his hand.

“It’s okay that you weren’t able to get here on time, at least you’re here with me, at this very moment, and that’s what matters to me. Oh, and thank you for the little gift, I appreciate it.” You smile and take the bouquet from his hand, you weren’t really amused that he had his time mixed up in arriving for the event.

You look at him, oh man, this guy hasn’t gotten any sleep at all, his eyes looking all sleepy and his hair, all messy, yet, that did not stop you from liking him. Although he may be your friend, you still happened to like him, and for unusual reasons, the way you had to think twice on liking a friend just feels different when it comes to him. He just happens to have this different “effect” on you that most of your friends don’t even have.

“Well, shall we start.. Dancing?” He offers you his hand as he looks around to see the people in the venue, dancing together. You take his hand and he pulls you close, he then puts one of his hands on your waist and one on your hand, you hold his hand and shoulder, you two start dancing. Moments after, he suddenly looks at you and asks “Can we take this outside? I’m so sorry but the environment happens to overwhelm me so much.. I just don’t like it when people watch us dance, although its a free space and everyone is free to dance together.” He apologizes yet, he tries to make sure that you don’t get pissed off or annoyed by his request.

You then smile, and take his hand, suddenly pulling him towards the door with caution, “It’s okay, there’s no need to worry because I can always take you wherever you’re comfortable with, so.. Let’s get out of here?” He just stares at you and freezes, you then ask him again as you noticed that he zoned out from all the nervousness that he’s currently experiencing, “Shall we?” He finally snaps out and nervously nods at you and looks back at the venue, the two of you finally leave.

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Moments after walking down the long hallway of the building, the both of you finally reach the outer field, as the moon illuminates the field, the both of you run around the field with no one else watching, he then suddenly picks you up, bridal style, and he spins you around the field, he pulls you close and you rest your hands on his shoulders, “You aren’t that heavy as I thought you were, well, honestly, you’re actually that light, I can’t deny.” He playfully chuckles, he then puts you down and points to the Gazebo that’s built in the middle of the field.

“So.. Do you want to go there? Like look, no one’s around except us, it would be bonkers if somebody caught us hanging around here, yeah?” He asks if the two of you can get in the small building, you nod at him and the two of you enter.

The two of you are sat on a small side bench in an open space, “Huh, I guess the moon’s the only thing that’s watching us right now, unless someone’s nosy ass happened to follow us on our way here.” You shrug and point out the bright moon that’s illuminating the wooden flooring of the gazebo. “Well, Steven, listen to me, I have something to tell you, it will definitely sound so fucking weird at first but I hope you understand.” He suddenly brings his head up to look at you as you try to tell him that he hasn’t known for a long time.

“Oh? What is it? Care to tell me? It would be such a blunder if you don’t tell me what you’re willing to tell me at this very moment.” He smiles at you and rests his hands on his knees, he then smoothens out his vest that’s inside of his coat, he tilts his head and raises his brows.

You sigh and slap both of your knees, it took you moments to finally tell him “Steven, I like you, like more than a friend. Ever since we grew closer and closer, my feelings grew as well and I mean that. I was just too afraid to tell you in any other day because I have this really bad experience of getting rejected by my past crushes but, that never stopped me from telling this to you because I knew that I wanted to give romance another chance, again.”

He looks at you with awe, blush creeps up his face, realizing on what you just told him at that very moment, “Well, (Y/N), you’re a really brave one for telling me about your feelings, and it’s mental that you happened to tell me at this very moment, I didn’t expect any of that.” He chuckles.

“You know, it’s funny that I happen to.. Uhm, how do I say this, oh yeah! I happen to like you as well, it may sound a bit of a shocker but I hope that doesn’t overwhelm you as much as it does for me.” He takes your hand and rubs his thumb on top of your hand’s surface, he’s definitely flustered right now, “It’s just that.. It’s surprising that you happened to handle all the things I’ve been experiencing in my life and you happened to be so kind to me, unlike how other girls treat me because they think I was too “nerdy” or “strange” for their liking, not to forget, they thought my accent was too thick for them to understand.” He adds as he looks down on the floor with a saddened expression.

“Oh, forget about that bullshit.” You then pull his collar and bring his lips to yours, he hugs you tightly and he pulls away. “Oh wow, okay, that was nuts. I definitely did not expect that, darling.” He says after the two of you breaks away from the kiss, you definitely haven’t had your first kiss but now, you did, with someone who’s described as a “weird ass guy who looks like he hasn’t slept in days”.

He just sits there, in shock, not knowing what to say. Well, that must’ve gone too fast, didn’t it? It definitely is a crazy thing that you suddenly kissed him, with no hesitation. “You know what, I think my parents will kill me if they knew I kissed you without hesitation, especially my dad!” You joke as the two of you exchange laughters in the gazebo.

“It’s getting a bit late, isn’t it? Do you want to go back to the venue to say our goodbyes to our friends or do you wanna go somewhere else?” He glances at you as he stands up, “Well, Steven, you wanna go to a coffee shop?”, he raises a brow and shrugs, “Oh? What’s up? Don’t have money or something? I’m always willing to treat you, I asked you out on this little date, not you.” She smiles and grabs his hand.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

They both leave the area and end up spending time in a small coffee shop that happens to be in a walking distance, the day ends with the both of them falling asleep in (Y/N)’s house, her parents don’t mind as they’re both sat in the couch with Steven laying on her shoulder, the both of them still wearing their formal attire.

> end. <3

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virgin-mojitos · 1 year

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massage session ft steven grant (slighlty nsfw)

heyyyy okay so we've established that im a liar and i do not keep my word but this idea came to me a while ago and i was like fuck it why not. but anywho, heres some fluffy steven (with a hint a sprinkle a dab of smut at the end) as an apology, enjoy!!

PS: reader and steven havent had sex yet but have done other things, so they might be in 2-3 month in

Definitely absolutely surely clearly DO NOT think about,

Coming home extremely tired, you’ve been on your feet the whole day. Steven could tell from the moment you entered the flat, you had already texted him prior to order some takeout because you cant cook today. So he comes over kind of worried but also amused because you’ve never displayed any signs of fatigue .(usually you are very good at hiding them and steven does not know if they’re some trauma response, he does not ask either way.) he comes over and gives you a big hug, “you okay love?” so you hide your face in his chest and give a muffled “m okay” he laughs because you clearly do not look okay, “well I ordered takeout. Come lets eat and you can tell me about your day yeah?” “ cant, too tired to eat” and it was this moment that steven realizes hes nearly carrying all your weight because you can barely stand. He almost verbally ‘awww’s but he decides against it because if he did that you back away, knowing your ‘I gotta be strong and able 24/7 or else i deserve punishment’ tendencies. So he offers something else instead.

“would you like a massage?, I read a book about physiotherapy once” so you laugh of course, because who the hell casually reads a book about physiotherapy once? So you imitate him while giggling, making fun of his accent and all. “oi, I’m being serious it was just there and I decided to see what its all about that’s all” you laugh again and lay your chin on his chest and tell him that you would love a massage.

“turn away so i can take off my shirt and lay down on the towel” and he does turn away, knowing the gentleman he is. While laying down you take a minute to admire the scene that steven created for you in little time; scented candles, regular candles lit up and all the lights turned off. “you ready?” steven startles you but you answer him with a short “mmmhm”

as soon he starts youre already making noises and shoving your face in shoulders in coyness. as steven gets more into it you stop covering my mouth and groans (mind u theyre both groans of pleasure and pain) ‘hes got very good hands’ you think. Your clutching the sheets and putting your face in the pillows and scrunching your nose, just a very pornographic image you think to yourself again, poor steven really.

and then when hes almost finished he starts kissing your neck and you laugh and say something like “was this in your book?” and he smiles and laughs and continues anyways. And then when hes finished he turns your face slightly and kisses you for a bit until it gets uncomfortable for you, you’ve just had a massage for gods sake you don’t want your neck to hurt again. so you decide to spin around and wrap the towel under around you when you do, any form of modesty

so now you are heavily making out, so drunk on the other that you dont notice his fingertips barely grazing your stomach under the towel so he stops kissing you and goes “is this okay?” and you nod and pull him by the hair to kiss him again, trying to show your gratitude through your kisses for the massage and asking for your consent. his hands starts gets cheeky rising up and hes just, he not touching you hes grabbing? Like squeezing in a way, squeezing anywhere hes touching. He reaches under your breasts and you gasp so he starts kissing your face and your neck and he asks again “is this okay?” and you gasp out a yes and he starts gently caressing yout breasts and at this point your a moaning mess right? hes still kissing your neck when he starts kneading them and murmers in your neck “you’re so fucking soft”

…yes definitely do not think about that

phewww *fans self* is it getting hot in here or is it just steven i mean what...

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usetheeauthor · 2 years

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Adeline’s Hex +18 Smut

Slight Dom!Steven Grant x Black!Virgin!Reader

A/N: When I write the reader, the intention is so that it is inclusive. However, there aren’t much fics catered to black women specifically. Every now and then I want to write fics catered to a specific kind of reader so they’ll feel represented but honestly anyone can enjoy this fic 😊 Who wouldn’t with all the smuttiness that will ensue. This is a sex pollen fic,too. Please Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.4k words

Summary: When a mysterious artifact is delivered to the museum. You and Steven decide to inspect it. What you didn’t anticipate was the item containing a potent drug similar to ecstasy, sex pollen.

Warnings: age gap (legal), public sex, p in v (unprotected), loss of virginity, slight blood kink, black magic, slight dub con (via sex pollen), (reverse cowgirl) riding, oral sex (f receiving), graphic language

Adeline’s Hex

You’d gotten this huge opportunity to work in a very prestige Egyptian-centered historical museum in London having to move from the U.S. When you’d first arrive as the curator for the museum, you were incredibly nervous. After all you were young and just getting your foot in the door of the art world.

But then you met Steven Grant. The cute, wacky, intelligent mercenary who happened to speak French, too. Soon the two of you were the best of friends and you’d talk shit about your short-termpered boss, Donna, in French and developed your own insiders.

Although, you’d always found Steven to be quite attractive, you wouldn’t dare ruin the bond you both shared. Not to say that there weren’t any attempts on your part to showcase your attraction. You’ve definitely flirted with him on occasion. You laid it on thick sometimes, even. Yet, it didn’t seem like he paid you any mind in that kind of way. Why would he when he’s already had women fawning over him and hoping to bed him? You assumed that in his eyes he’d looked at you as the young, nerdy, naive art enthusiast looking for a mentor.

But you didn’t want a mentor or a friend in him. You wanted more. You’d fantasized about his hands and lips all over you nearly every night. It didn’t help that he’d give you light touches throughout the day either. Patting you on the back, moving the kinky curls of your hair from your eyes, fleeting hand touches. Not to mention, his intense stares when you’d go on rambling about a random topic. It was all too much.

It was evening. The museum closed. You were at your desk looking at some new arrivals to expect for the museum.

Steven closes up shop, heading over to you with a heavy wooden crate with a crowbar at the top.

“Delivery.” He singsongs.

I look up from my computer. “Where’d that come? I’ve already received all the needed packages for today.”

“I’m not quite sure but it’s postmarked to this very museum,” He sets it down on the desk before picking up the crowbar. “And it comes with a bonus gift!”

You stood up from your seat, going around your desk so that you could get a closer inspection of the box. The big, red word: “FRAGILE” plastered on the side.

“I wonder what it could be.” You say eyeing the thing.

“Worst case scenario: it’s a bomb.” Steven jokes.

“Well, no point in letting the time tick to zero,” You say, still studying the box for any clues. “Wanna do the honors or should I?”

“You mean, we’re going to actually open the creepy death box.”

“Yes, I’d kinda want to know if what’s in here is actually meant to be here or if we’d have to call SCO-19. Quit being a scaredy cat.” You teased.

“Since, I’m a gentleman,” He says with a shaky voice. “I’ll do the honors.”

You put a hand over your heart further teasing him. “Aw, my hero.”

Steven shoves the tip of the crowbar into the box’s top, hearing a crack to signal that its opening up. Steven still hesitant to open the box, you place a hand over his to grip the crowbar as well. You both look at each other, nod, then pull down.

A final crack sounds and the box is fully open and a cloud of dust disperses. Packing peanuts and bubble wrapped stuffed at the top of the box, obscuring your view of the items inside. Steven takes the initiative and puts his hand into the box and pulling out a porcelain doll with dark brown skin and a traditional Haitian dress. The doll had a sad expression on its face. A red ribbon tying a description tag to the doll’s right hand.

“A doll?” Steven asks, bewilderment in his tone.

“Looks familiar,” You take it from his hands, inspecting it. You notice Steven wiping his hands on his pants. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, just a bit of dust, is all.”

Thats’s when you read the name on the tag and your eyes widened. “La Peau de Lueur.” You whispered.

“Glow Skin,” Steven translates. “What does that…” Steven looks at his hands seeing it shimmer like glitter.

Your eyes widened. “My parents told me the story of this artifact as a child. When they were younger and living in a small village in Haiti, there was a woman, Adeline. She killed herself after learning of that her husband was unfaithful. When the authorities found the body, she was found clutching a doll in her right hand. Legend has it that she was a witch who dabbled in black magic and transferred her soul to the doll. Whoever is unlucky enough to encounter it will be hex’d. This dust is no ordinary dust, Steven. It’s some fucking kind of potent death pollen!”

Steven is now heavily breathing, a bead of sweat forming at his forehead. “Bloody hell,” He exclaims. “That can’t possibly be true. Are you saying we could die?”

“It sounds absurd, yes. But look at us. We’re a mess. It must be real.”

Your heartbeat was racing and the your skin shimmered. Steven had more exposure than you so his symptoms were full blown. His eyes were dark, lips pouty, raging erection straining his pants, and the shimmering against his olive skin made him look so delicious.

“There must be something we could do.”

Your legs felt like jelly. You rest your back against one of the tall pillars in the room for support.

You read the note on the card aloud.

*“Quand la poussière retombe

La peau brillera

La chaleur va monter

Tu rencontreras ta mort

Mais à travers les affres de l'extase

Alors tu seras Libra.”

“Throes of ecstasy? As in…”

You nod. “It’s the only way to break the curse.”

It was unfortunate that your first time having sex would be an involuntary decision. But somehow you felt worse for Steven. He’s no way attracted to you yet he’s forced in this union, too.

“Do you want this?” His body suddenly against yours. You were now sandwiched between his hard body and the hard pillar.

The aching and throbbing between your legs increases. “I do. I want it.” You bite back a moan as he ground himself against you, feeling his arousal. His body against yours gave some relief but it wasn’t enough.

He brings his both his hands up, sliding them over your clothed arms before settling them at the buttons of your cardigan. He looks up at you and you nod. Unbottoning the sweater, he pulls it off you before throwing it to the ground.

You wore flimsy white spaghetti stap top underneath. Your nipples hard, peaking through. He ghosts his lips over your collarbone as he lowers the straps to your top.

Then, He blows air against your neck while plucking at your nipples through your shirt. And you absolutely melt. “Mmm.” You moan with a shudder.

“Is that good?” He sounded so sexy. Lust clearly in his voice. His accent thicker than ever. You reminded yourself it was only the pollen that’s causing him to want you.

“Yes. So good.” You dig your nails into the small of his back.

“I can practically smell your arousal between your legs,” His lips now to your ear. “Would you like me to taste?”

You nod, frantically.

“Use your words, love.”

“Please. Taste me, Steven.” You say, breathlessly.

“Such a good girl.” He growls before his hands hikes up your pencil skirt. He slowly pulls down your underwear, lowering to his knees. Draping one of your legs over his shoulders, his face is now staring at your cunt.

He groans, bringing his finger up to spread your lips. “Look at that pretty pussy. So wet. So plump. Begging to be filled.”

His swipes his tongue quickly at your clit. You put a hand over your mouth to suppress a scream.

He pulls your hand away. “No. I want to hear you. Put your arms behind you. Wrap them around that pillar until I tell you to move them.”

You whine but all you could do was obey. His presence itself commanded it. “Keep your eyes on mine.” He says as he’s inching towards your pussy. His lips latching onto your clitoris.

You’re a writhing and moaning mess. Your moans bouncing through the walls of the museum. “St-Steven, f-fuck.”

“That’s it, darling. Scream for me,” His hot breath against your core. “Go on and let those hands free. Want them in my hair.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. Your hands immediately flew down to grip his dark curls, pushing his head further against you. You don’t know whether you want to throw your head back to scream or continue looking into his lust-filled eyes.

He’s gone completely feral. He feasted on your flesh as if you were the juiciest fruit. Your breathing becoming so frantic, you were worried you’d pass out.

“Mmm, you taste so fucking incredible.” He groans, kissing at your flesh. You notice him jerking himself as he ate you out.

“Steven,” You whimpered. You were so turned on by the sight of him getting pleasure from your pleasure. “I need you to fuck me. Now. I’m aching for you.”

“Gotta get you ready for me, love.”

He pushes a finger in you. Your eyes widen at the intrusion. You’ve had your fingers in you before but his were way thicker and longer. “Oh, my god. Oh, fuck.”

“A tight little thing, aren’t ya,” He says, pumping his finger in and out. “I’ll have to break you in.” He adds another finger, looking up to watch your reaction.

You squirm and cried out. His thick fingers stretched you in ways you weren’t sure were possible. He pumped in and out of you at a slow, teasing pace, rubbing at your clit with his thumb at a similar speed.

But then he adds his tongue into the equation once again. You were a goner. The coil finally snaps and you scream an ear -piercing scream. But his tongue doesn’t stop and he’s still pumping with his fingers at your sensitive core.

You were a sobbing mess and it only seemed to urge him on. This man was not the Steven you knew. The man you knew was shy, sweet, level-headed. But this Steven was a man possessed. “Oh god, please. I need your cock. I want you to ruin me.”

This seemed to be enough to end both of your torture because he pulls his mouth away from your dripping core. He spreads your cardigan on the floor. “Strip.”

You both quickly discarded of your clothes. Steven’s lying on his back on the cardigan. “I want you to ride me.”

You put your legs on either side of his body. Lowering yourself, your pussy hovering just above his erection. It stood tall, looked painfully hard but ready to enter you. It looked almost intimidating.

“I’m a virgin,” You confess. You know you were ruining the mood. But you had to let him know. Obviously, you had to do this or the inevitable will happen but you had to warn him in case the sex is bad. In case, he questioned you for your inexperience.

He looks up at me with pity. “Honestly, I would’ve wished to be able to take you out on a date before we went to this step.”

“D-do you mean that?”

“Yes,” He put his hands to his face. “I’m a fool for holding back for so long. I was just scared you didn’t see me that way. Not to mention, you’re much younger. I assumed you prefer men—“ He chokes out a moan as you lowed down on his dick taking his tip into you.

“Steven! Shit. You’re so fucking big,” You bring your hands back behind you, resting them on both his legs for support. “I want you to watch your cock filling me.”

You lowered yourself taking him inch by inch. The stretching causing a slight burn. Groans slipping from both your lips. You go up again and slide back down. Eventually, you find a delicious rhythm that has you both basking in its intensity.

“God, I love watching that tight cunt swallowing me whole.” His cock glistening from your slick and blood. He didn’t want to admit it to you but he took pride in seeing the blood as a reminder that he’s officially popped your cherry.

He’s dreamt of this moment for so long. He assumed you to be inexperienced because of the way you’d blush when anything remotely sexual was mention, but you’d been virgin. It made the most sense.

After going up and down a few times, pleasure took over most of the pain of being stretched and soon you brought your hands to his chest for support and slamming down your hips. He bottoms out.

“Ohhh, fuck.” Steven groans.

You ride him as if this was something you’ve done countless times before. You circle your hips and went up and down, teasing him a bit.

“You’re doing amazing,” He praises.

You lean in, kissing him. The kiss is hungry and your tongues fought for dominance as you continue to ride him. When you pulled away, a line saliva connecting your lips broke off against your chin and dripped down your chest.

“You’re so wet. You feel so good around me,” You clenched, he moans at the action. “I’m not gonna last long.”

“I’m gonna cum, too. Want your cum so badly. I want you to cum on my ass.” You whine. He growls at that proclamation. Your butt was one of the many parts of you that he loved.

You rotate yourself with his dick still inside, your back now facing him. He takes your hips and pounds into you. “Oh, fuuuck!” The pressure in your stomach building.

“Rub that clit for me, darling,” He moans. “Go on. Let me feel you cum.”

Those words were enough. You feel your orgasm crash into like a freight train. You rubbed at yourself frantically, trembling violently on his cock. Tears once again streaming down your face. Clenching super hard around him making it difficult for him to pump in and out of you. Your breath taken away. You gasp for air. Once you recovered your breath, you felt Steven’s thrust begin to falter.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” He pulls out of you with a groan and you feel the spurts of warmth on your ass. “Jesus Christ.” He breathes out, completely satisfied.

You slip off of him laying beside him on the cardigan. The two of you panting for air until you both broke out in giggles.

“I can’t believe we just fucked in the middle of the museum. We are so fired.” You laughed.

Steven laughs, shrugging. “Worth it.”

English Translation

* When the dust settles

The skin will shimmer

The heat will rise

You will meet your demise

But through the throes of ecstasy

Then so shall you be set free

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h0unds-of-h3ll · 2 years

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In the Night

You’re in his dreams, every Night, every time he closes his eyes you’re in his head. He doesn’t even know your name, but he’s screaming it.

Steven Grant x reader smut.

Word count: 3k

Viewers beware you’re in for a scare with the: Succubus! Reader, dark themes, somnophilia,, unprotected sex, degrading and praise, blow jobs, explicit language and themes, bruising, anal play, spanking, gagging, sex pollen *kinda, prophecy things, groping, biting, making out, p in v, cunilingus.

A/n: inception type thing. I’m sorry if this reads rushed. It’s bc it was. I wrote this solely to contribute to #hangoverthemoon challenge. @inklore & @burnthoneymint wonderful moon knight challenge! Thanks for the beautiful opportunity!!

He’s been having dreams. Well, everyone does but his are more like waking nightmares. Now, don’t laugh but, well how else is he going to put it. It’s always involving a faceless women fucking him. Steven doesn’t know how but this woman always knows what he wants. The flicker of some idea always flourishes into his dream. He can’t escape it, he’s tried. Staying up with artificial energy that makes the night so much more unbearable. He’s fidgety, Donna thought he finally caved in and bought some sketchy narcotic. But who was she kidding, Steven wasn’t one to medicate. Although, he’s considering it now.

It wouldn’t be as strange, if she didn’t reenact all the things he wanted. It was like a projection of his thoughts, but only in his dreams. He didn’t know what the fuck he touched or whatever God he pissed off but this royally sucks. His head is perched up by his hand. The meaningless chatter of people buzzes around him. His mouth slightly opens as a soft snore follows. His eyes flutter close. He’s slumped over the table, the register his pillow. He’s drifting in and out of consciousness. He feels the sting of teeth on his thighs. Suddenly he’s burning inside the conditioned gift shop. His hair stands on his damp skin.

A feeling of waves crashing in his stomach, reminds him of a tsunami. His jaw clenched, thick brows furrowed. His chest filled with air like a balloon only, to pop. The shards fall on his thighs. The thighs that are prickled with bite marks. Sharp pointy teeth might he add. Teeth that feel like they’re filed to do just this. To seduce him. He feels warmth spread along the length of his cock. Like a nose. The nose nuzzles into the base and he’s picking up the pace he breathes. He’s embarrassingly close to spewing his cum into whoever is making him feel such a way. If he listens he can hear his name being called as a mantra.

Over and over, louder with each call. Until he’s hit. His eyes widen as he jumps awake. He’s confused and frightened as to why he’s been attacked. But there’s bigger problems. Such as his cock fully hardened on his thigh. He’s sweating, big wet drops of humid sweat. Hairline clustered full, he looks like he just showered from how much he’s exuding. He looks up from his shoes to a pissed Donna. She’s fuming, hands on hips and a snarl. Her eyes are cutting daggers, and if Steven wasn't already hyperventilating he would be. This is it he thinks. This is the time she’s finally going to fire me. But all she does is pivot, pointing a boney finger where the entrance is. People scattered throughout the place.

“Out.”

Steven ducks under the desk. Grabbing his satchel before throwing it over his shoulders. He doesn’t even take off the metal plate pinned to his chest. He’s just scurrying away, to his apartment. Although, he’s probably lost a thousand pounds with his workout. He thinks a good nap is in his future.

~~~

Steven almost dropped his keys, three times before unlocking his door. Riddled with anxiety he pushes the wood open. He’s shuffling in with a groan and a wince. It’s painful how hard he is. How his trousers are rubbing somehow just right to give him this torture. He shrugs off the bag, wrapping it around a hook in his wall. He peels off his jacket, his name tag clinging with the zipper. He hangs his head low into his chest. Ashamed of everything about his nature. What a freak. Without a second thought he trails over to his one finned wonder. The little fish waves at him with big eyes. Its mouth is opening and closing like a valve. He hunches over, hands on his thighs and face almost pressed to the aquatic glass. A staring competition ensues. He blinks and curses under his breath.

“I’ll get you next time.”

He points an index, wiggling the digit at the Goldie who stares blankly at him. He leaves, carefully stepping over the ring of sand. Stepping on the backs of his shoes to tiptoe to his bed. He face plants, not caring to undress. Even with knowing the culprit who made him go on bizarre adventures in the middle of the night. The tape and sand remains, for an entirely different reason. For the faceless woman who haunts his dreams.

~~~

“Such a curious thing.”

A woman’s voice sounds. It’s elegant laced with something potent. Steven jumps startled. Well, as best as he can anyway. His head laid on the woman’s lap, her fingers tangled in his hair.

“W-who are you?”

He asks, panic-stricken. He doesn’t know if he should be enticed with the naked lady, who snuck into his apartment. Or terrified. Strange enough he feels inebriated. She gives him a lovely smile. Her face, something he’d see out of a magazine. She’s not faceless. He’s being misguided, a familiar feeling aroused in his stomach. Her pointy teeth, glimmers. One of her hands leaves the mop on his head. She takes her index, laying it onto the space between his brows. Before flowing downwards over the bridge. Down to the tip. He can breathe the scent of her in. It’s fascinating, sex and sweetness interlaced. It takes his brain awhile to compute that the woman is bare to him. His neck, bare on her thigh. Her cunt close to his face. His breath hitches. He blushes, eyes darting away from her.

“I have many names, although you can call me whatever you desire.”

There it is again, that spike in his heart rate. His breath catches in his throat. Eyebrows knitted together. Her finger traces over the bow of his full lips.

“Okay.”

He whispers. He thinks for a second. If this is a dream. Then it’s a really fucking vivid one. She doesn’t seem as cruel as the other lady who plagued him. If this was the same lady, then why was she being kind? His head hurts, but suddenly he doesn’t care. He puckers his lips kissing the side of her hand, one of his cups her bicep. Pulling her closer to him.

“What do you want from me? You’re always in my dreams, and I don’t get why.”

He questions, her hand leaving his lips to the side of his cheek. Her thumb is smoothing over the crease in his cheekbone.

“There is much that you don’t understand, mortal.”

Steven’s heart plummets to his stomach. Mortal? Was this a joke? There’s so many things wrong with what’s happening but he bites. His brown eyes flicked across her face, nothing that hints to her joking.

“Are-, are you not of my kind?”

His voice is meek and quiet. His brain goes a mile a minute. She shakes her head, eyes filling with remorse. She breathes a sigh.

“I am not. I’ve taken a liking to you, there’s few who are like you Steven.”

She says in monotone. He assumes everything is happening for a reason. So he doesn’t question. Although it bewilders him farther. Her hand traces over the rigid bone in his jaw.

“There are many hidden souls that are conjoined with yours. I can only reach them during the feeble state of unconsciousness.”

She purses her lips, eyes going off his face. She wonders how she can simplify this for him to understand. She smiles, finally finding the words.

“I have seen the inner workings of your mind. Danced along the intricate system.”

Steven’s cheeks heat up. So it was her. But why all of a sudden was she playing nice? When he starts to speak, her thumb goes between his lips. Putting silence to his breaking mind.

“You intercept me in such a concupiscent way.”

He doesn’t know what it means but he takes it anyway. She leans down to his face, the hand in his hair leaving. Cupping each side, her face a few inches away. Twisting her body the best she can while he still lays in her lap. She cranes her head to the side. Such a fine specimen he is. Dopey browns don't match his sharp features. Steven’s not entirely sure if he’s still dreaming or not, but he’s so touch starved that he’s reveling in this fantasy.

“I can help you be one with yourself. I can fix the torment that resides within.”

Her lips brush against his. He can feel her breath on his face. Those eyes burn into his.

“Just let me in.”

She slots her lips against his. At first Steven’s petrified, but soon melts into her touch. His arms wrap around her warm waist. His hands grope the skin there. Her tongue comes into his mouth and he’s moaning. His nose nudged against her cheek. She bites his lip, he whimpers. Not in pain but in pure bliss. She swings her leg over his thick thighs. Sitting on his waist.

It’s sensual at first, before she starts tugging at the buttons on his shirt. Nimble fingers working fast to unbutton them. He can’t even fathom what’s happening, lost in the feel of her moving on top of him. She parts his lips with a quick peck to the tip of his nose. She kisses his jaw, traveling down his neck. Nipping and biting. God, it does something, the open cave of her mouth moving on him. Her tongue swirls around to ease the blossoming bruise. His hips buck everytime she leaves deep teeth marks in his flesh.

She kisses each scar she can find. The sides of his shirt pool at his sides. She’s like a snake with the way she’s crawling down him. His hands fall when she gets out of reach. He fists his sheets, trying not to lose what’s left of his mind. Hips jolting up as she bites him harshly at the skin above the waistband of his pants. His briefs peeking above. She smirks seeing him squirm. So responsive, like always. Maybe that’s why she was so mean to him, it was just so easy.

“Such an eager human.”

His breath stills in his chest. He swallows thickly. Knuckles turning white. Her fingers hook under the loops in his pants. He lifts his hips to help her. They’re hooked around one of his ankles. He doesn’t bother kicking them off. The tent in his briefs barely contained his erection. The tip is already coming out of the band. She drools on the outside and he’s shaking. Slowly she tugs it down his thighs. His angry cock hitting his lower stomach. The ruddy head, a crimson color smeared with cum. He’s dripping down his shaft. Veins pulsing rhythmically. His balls were already taut and filled. He’s not sure he’s going to last very long. Not at all. She licks from where his sac sits to his frenulum. He hisses at the feeling. Chasing her awaiting mouth. She’s mewls, almost purring while she kisses up and down his girth.

“Tell me Steven, what is it that you want?”

She speaks as if it’s a casual conversation. Steven was not having it. He moans high in his throat, jutting his hips up. It only makes her lips curl as she drools more onto his length. Her hands wrap around the base, languidly stroking him. Steven manages to somehow get on his forearms to look down. He wishes he hadn’t because something bursts somewhere between his heart and stomach. His cum starts spewing. But she doesn’t fucking move. Not an inch.

“You. Fuck, I want you please. I don’t know what to say, I just want. I wan’ you!”

Steven’s accent draws throughout his words. He begs. He’s on the verge of tears. Steven has half the brain capacity to speak coherently but she smiles. Perfect lips pulling up to show those sharp teeth. She leans over, putting her mouth over the head of his cock. Taking it in her mouth. Steven’s thighs tense up, spreading wide for her. His head tilts back, eyes closing shut. He mutters curses into the air as her head sinks down. Her nails scrape into his thighs.

The tear of his skin makes his eyes water. He doesn’t know how but she somehow fits his entire length down the back of her throat. Her teeth running against his sensitive cock makes the tears slip down his cheeks. Her nose nuzzles the coarse hair at the end of his cock. She stays there, tongue almost licking the top of his balls. She’s swallowing around him. He grinds up in her face and he’s astonished when she doesn’t gag around him. He continues using her. Hips bucking into her face. Her taking it, feeling him jab a circle into her mouth.

Her eyes roll in the back of her head. Her chest down between his legs, on the mattress. Ass high in the air as he dicks her down. He leans up, fully sitting. He grabs fistfuls of her ass. Kneading the skin. His hand comes down on one of her cheeks. She moans around him. He feels the vibration and it sends him into a frenzy. His hands go into her hair. Pushing her face, fully into his crotch and releasing. Hot cum spills down the back of her throat.

The bitter taste, fermenting in her stomach as she drinks from him. He falls flat on his back, his cock falling from her lips. It’s sticky, everything. His thighs, his cock, her mouth. Wet. Some of his cum falls from her mouth, she pushes the back of her hand to her lips. Simply wiping it off, before licking it back up. His soaked cock doesn’t soften. So she crawls up his body. However she flips around. Her ass facing him. Her hands on his shins. She runs his length over her folds and she moans. The head, catching her clit.

“So pretty.”

Steven mumbles, amazed. She glistened with a light sheen of sweat. He takes his cock in his hand. Lining up with her entrance. Entering her soft walls. When he’s sure he won’t slip out, he takes both hands and spreads out her ass. He watches her sink down on him. Her thighs hug his hips. His thumb rubs around the taut ring. She whimpers, grinding her hips into his. He whines, feeling her walls accommodate him.

“Can I?”

His voice barely above a whisper. He watches the back of her head nod swiftly. He replaces his thumb with his longest finger. Carefully pushing the pad into her. Her cunt squeezes him, so tight and he can’t breathe.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Can feel you squeezin’ me love.”

Such a charming fellow he is. Calling a monster, love. She pushes a hand down, rolling her bundle of nerves. Her cunt hugs around him again. He’s seeing stars at this point. Better yet, the whole galaxy. His finger goes to the first knuckle, he bites down on his cheek.

“Takin’ me so well.”

His brows pinch together as he chases that feeling he just had seconds ago. Then she starts. She lifts her hips up, her pussy squelching as she falls back down onto his hips. He throws his head back, groaning incoherent half words. She’s sputtering praises directed at him. And then fuck, she’s moaning out and calling what Steven understood as a whore. He’s too far gone to defend himself. And what is there to defend, he is one. Belongs in a brothel for all he knows. Her ass sucks his finger all the way to the web. That’s all it takes for him to buck up into her. Long white ribbons of cum, hitting up into her womb.

He stays there, hips up and body shivering. He removes his finger from her tight hole. He crashes down into Earth. His head was spinning. He barely registers her begging him to fuck up into her. She’s using him. He’s more than happy to oblige. Her hips stutter, her hands fly out to catch herself on his thighs. She drenches him. They stay there. Mesmerized by each other. Reeling in the feeling of the tingles along their spines. Then the aftermath occurs. She slowly eases off him. His cock lays on his thigh. Damp. She lays by his side. He opens his arms out to hug her into his chest. Steven the sap. He doesn’t care to pull up his trousers or briefs wrapped around his legs. Her face falls onto his chest. Near his sternum. Her hair smells like sulfur. His arm wrapped around her shoulders to hold her close. His hand roams her arm. He’s enthralled by her. A complete phenomenon that he’ll most likely never understand.

“Would you care for some tea?”

Steven ruins it. He’s too much of a romantic to hook up with someone and to not care afterwards. The thing is, he cares about everything all too much. But that is who he is, a lover not a fighter. And he’s okay with it. He can feel her wolf-like grin on his chest and his flight or fight is triggered. He can feel the bruises already on his skin. He doesn’t care for there to be more. Instead, she rests her chin up onto his chest. Looking him dead in the eyes. Her mouth opens, and she bites down on his nipple. Hard. He winces jerking away, his hand quickly coming to cover the peak. He looks at her with betrayal. How could she? But technically it is his fault, he should’ve known better than to have his guard down around her. This is what he gets.

“What a little shit.”

He whines, lifting up from her. Sitting up on the shelf behind him. She shakes her head, laughing loudly at him. She quiets, her face falling to stone.

“When you awake in the morning, do not fret when I am not here.”

Steven’s heart plummets. How could he have forgotten that? He frowns. Lips turning down into a deep pout. She leans upward, kissing under his jaw. Before laying her head on his shoulder. He plunks his head on top of hers. It’s silent for a few minutes. Before she speaks, something that Steven never understood she voices. Laying everything out in the open. The reason she’s only in his dreams, in his head.

“I never even existed in the first place.”

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