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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍.

𝖹𝖴𝖪𝖮 𝖷 𝖬𝖠𝖫𝖤 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱

WARNINGS: EXPLICIT SMOKING WEED

The feeling of Zuko's feet and legs tangled up in yours was the best sensation you had ever experienced.

Though that might be the weed speaking. You didn't think you would have believed he was this close to you if you both were sober.

The others were camped up in the far end of the Air Nomad temple. It was a bright night, the moon high in the sky was your only company as the embers of your campfire spluttered. When Zuko had emerged to the part of the ruins you often occupied on sleepless nice you'd quickly known what he was seeking.

A reprieve from silent four walls. A comfort only your company could give him. Plus it didnt hurt that he knew exactly how you tended to spend evenings like this, lazily smoking and admiring the stars.

There had been little words exchanged as Zuko joined your place sitting against the ruined walls, there wasn't any need to. Maybe you were afraid it would break the moment, silent and serene as the night chill swirled around you.

The closest you got to speaking was Zuko's nod of gratitude when you first offered him the joint.

The silence was short lived however, shattered when Zuko's body began to shake with the force of coughing. You instinctively began to rub his back, ignoring how much you enjoyed the sensation. It came far too casually, the urge to just continuously stroke your hand up and down his back.

As the coughs eased Zuko spluttered into his fist. 'Fuck, how can you stand that shit. My throat burns.'

You chuckled lowly, still not removing your hand. 'Mad talk from the firebender.'

Zuko tsked under his breath and finally passed it back, not meeting your eyes. You pulled deeply, enjoying the warm sensation that travelled through your body. You let your head lull back against the cold bricks, eyes lazily drawn to Zuko.

They always were, high or not. Not that you'd ever consider acting on your feelings.

Still, that didn't stop you when you finally moved your hand, instead travelling up to throw an arm across his shoulders. You pulled him into your side gently, only offering 'It's cold and you're hot, don't blame me' as explanation.

You ignored the blush that bloomed on his cheeks, and feigned ignorance when Zuko snuggled in the slightest amount.

As you returned the joint to him your eyes met and electricity flushed down your spine. It was impossible not to drown in his amber eyes, they were all you could see. They almost seemed to sparkle, rivalling the celestial view framing him. The slight red tinging his waterline complimented his usual colour scheme.

He was even more adorable than usual like this, relaxing into the high and your touch. Seeing him not entirely strung for once was nice. Endearing.

With another hit Zuko relaxed even further, melting into your side. As his head resting softly began against you you could've sworn your heart skipped a beat.

You could feel the line between you starting to blur. It was nothing new, there were times during the day you contemplated it. Times he looked at you with an indecipherable expression. With something you hoped was the affection you were also harbouring deep down.

You watched as Zuko went for a second pull and didn't get stop him. Maybe you were a little biased. Something you instantly regretted as he was hit with yet another wave of coughing. The two of you had no choice but to wait it out, silent until he stifled them to an occasional occurrence.

Zuko's eyes fell to you, tracing your face in true out of it fashion. 'How do you do this without dying? It's actually so unfair. Favouritism.'

You snorted in what you were sure was an attractive manner. Then paused as an idea came to you.

'Here, how bout we try something, might help you with the coughing.' You offered, face slack as to not give anything away.

The future fire lord simply raised an eyebrow sceptically. 'When has an idea of yours ever done us good?'

'You trust me?' You shot back, feeling emboldened by the high and atmosphere.

Zuko still looked unsure but nodded.

You tried to swallow your anxieties. This could either go very good or very wrong.

You inhaled deeply, eyes not leaving his. Then gestured for him to come closer, which he wordlessly obeyed. You turned your head, he was now so much closer than you'd expected. You drank in every beautiful detail of his face, so soft yet handsome in every way.

'Open?' You whispered lowly, holding the smoke in your lungs. Zuko's eyes widened slightly as he caught on, but he still did as told. You inched slightly closer, lips almost touching, then gently exhaled the puff into his mouth.

Zuko mimicked your deep breath in and blinked cutely when the inevitable wave of coughing never came. He seemed at a loss for words.

'That alright?' You pressed, body tense in anticipation. You really had no idea how he would react.

Yet all you got was a shrug as the firebender resumed his position using you as support. 'I'm not coughing my guts up, which is a start. What was that anyway?'

'Shotgunning.' You replied simply, playing it off as something casual and definitely didn't make your heart beat faster. You took another pull just to distract yourself, occupy your mind with something other than replaying the tantalising memory of his lips right next to yours.

You sat in silence for a minute, enjoying the ease his presence brought you. The fire crackled lazily but you made no motion to tend to it, instead Zuko lazily flicked his wrist and it roured back to life. You were admiring the flames dance when he spoke.

'Can we do it again?'

You froze like a deer in headlights. The courage you'd mustered earlier was nowhere to be found. But the buzz at the edge of your senses eased you. And the pink lingering on his cheeks was equally encouraging.

'If you're sure...' You offered softly, leaving things to Zuko. You didnt want to pressure him, didnt want to leave any chance of misreading where things were going.

Zuko shifted so his face was opposite yours again, eyes perfectly focused on yours. He shifted slightly so his forehead was pressing gently against yours. It was so gentle and intimate it took everything you had to resist holding him.

'I'm sure.' He whispered back, and the crystal clear question in his eyes left nothing unanswered.

You took another pull, and returned your lips to a hair's breath away from his. Pausing for a second to enjoy the moment, the warmth radiating from his presence, his closeness.

Then you exhaled. You moved impossibly closer to aim for his mouth, at the same time he raised his head to meet yours.

And somewhere along the way his lips found yours.

They were just as soft as you'd imagined, pressing against you with adorable shyness yet eager. Your breaths mingled and smoke danced between you. He tasted of weed and cold night air and it was the best thing you'd ever tasted. It was addictive, better than any drug.

As Zuko's grip found your collar and pulled you impossibly closer, you got a feeling that the shotgunning wasn't going to be a one time thing. Or the kissing.

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Okay, this thing has been in my mind lately... But could you do Semi-Dragon Zhongli and Full legacy Childe with afab!reader? Like dude with their size?? I would die of it and love it at the same time (your writing is so good btw i really love it ngl)

rip to reader because there’s no way she’s getting out of this without being pregnant 💀 also wanted to add little something and make zhongli have two cocks since he IS part dragon during this hehe

Beasts Within

cw: size difference, rough sex, monster cock obvs, forked tongue (zhongli), monster tongue (childe), two cocks (zhongli), anal/vaginal fucking at the same time, throat fucking, honestly rip reader

tags: sub!afab reader, semi dragon!zhongli, foul legacy!childe, dom!chars, mostly proofread, they/them pronouns for reader

nsfw under the cut

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You got yourself in quite the situation here. After challenging your boyfriends stating you could handle the both of them at the same time in their inhuman forms, you found yourself sprawled out naked on your large bed.

Childe looms over you in his foul legacy form, eager at the idea presented to him. Zhongli stands with his arms crossed, giving you a stern look, “This is ridiculous. I do not want you to be harmed. You know how different we are when we are not fully human…”

You pout at him, “Come onnn… Don’t ruin the fun. I’ll be just fine.” Childe looks to Zhongli, taking on the same pouty tone you had, “You know you wanna fuck them in your other form. Just do it!” Zhongli huffs, dropping his arms, “Do not say that I did not warn you…” And with that, two curved horns adorn his head, his amber eyes and markings glow, and his fingers become pointed at the tips.

You were obsessed with seeing your men in these forms. Yes, of course you loved them when they looked their usual selves, but something about their otherworldly forms made you ache for them. Zhongli’s narrowed gaze makes you shiver, “There’s no going back from this.”

Childe was the first to make a move as he leaned over you, “Give me a kiss.” You knew the drill, you opened your mouth as his slimy tongue made an appearance. It always felt strange as it licked at your lips, tangling with your own tongue, then forcing it’s way down your throat. You gag from the feeling and tears prick your eyes, but he doesn’t remove his tongue from your throat.

Zhongli moves towards you, taking in the way you looked as you did your best with Childe’s “kissing”. His lips form a smirk as he positions his mouth in front of your soaking pussy. His eyes flit to yours and without a word, his forked tongue licks a stripe through your folds and to your clit.

You buck your hips, wanting more but without the ability to say so. Both men chuckle at this, but Childe is the one who speaks up, “Aww does the needy slut wanna say something?” Your eyebrows scrunch together, unable to make a retort with his long tongue still exploring your mouth. Zhongli spreads your folds carefully with his thumbs, watching as your home clenches around nothing, “It appears you’re in need of more stimulation. I can fix that…”

His forked tongue gathers your arousal and begins to relentlessly flick at your clit. He leans closer, sucking your clit into his mouth and gently nibbling. You whimper and sputter around Childe’s tongue and Childe is kind enough to retreat it. He grasps your jaw in his own pointed fingers, making you look down at Zhongli, “Look closely at what he’s doing to you…” You couldn’t look away even if you wanted to. The way Zhongli’s forked tongue moved so skilfully made your legs shake.

Childe huffs, annoyed at the lack of attention when he was the one who made you look at Zhongli. His grip tightens on you and tilts your head up harshly to look at him, “It’s not fair you’re getting all the pleasure here… Get my cock out.” He releases his grip and allows you do what he demanded all while you were letting out delicious moans from Zhongli’s ministrations.

Once Childe’s cock was freed, you ran your thumb over the slit, gathering pre cum on your fingertip. A groan comes from deep in his chest, the sound deeper than usual in this form. He laced his fingers through your hair, “Suck it. I wanna feel good too.” You fought back from telling him how whiny he was being, knowing that provoking him in this state would not be the brightest idea.

The slutty moan that came from Childe’s mouth pleased you, as you wrapped your mouth around his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip and teasing the slit. The vibrations Zhongli’s dark chuckle went straight to your clit, making you moan around Childe’s length. Zhongli pulls away from your dripping cunt and looks to Childe, “I hate to interrupt but our dear here would be better on her hands and knees, wouldn’t you agree?”

If Childe could glare at him through his mask, he would. He pulls your head away from his cock, grumbling the whole time. You do your best not to laugh as you adjust your position to your hands and knees on the bed. Your amused thoughts were quickly interrupted by Zhongli’s hand making contact with your ass and you gasp. “I do hope you are ready for this…”, his voice deep and laced with a threat.

Before you can ask what he meant, Childe grips your hair yet again, pushing the tip of his dick against your lips, “Get back to it. I’m hardly finished yet.” You obediently open your mouth and he’s quick to shove his dick back down your throat. Distracted by this, you startle when you feel not one, but two cocks behind you. So that’s what Zhongli meant….

Your eyes roll back when you feel Zhongli slip inside your pussy first, but you nearly choke on Childe’s length when you feel Zhongli’s second cock prod at the tight rim of muscle as well. The noises of concern you made around Childe’s thick member didn’t do anything to stop Zhongli from slowly pushing into your ass. Zhongli’s fingertips dig into your hips as he buried himself to the bases of both cocks.

His head tilts back and his eyes squeeze shut, the feeling of being in both holes at once was unreal, “I apologize, but you did ask for this…” Zhongli pulls back then thrusts hard into both just as Childe forces himself deeper down your throat. Both men grunting and groaning in pleasure while you were filled up in every hole. Drool drips down your chin and onto the bed as your mind goes completely blank.

Both men thrust in tandem, causing you to cum uncontrollably on one of Zhongli’s cocks, while your tight asshole squeezed his other cock so tight he was sure it would fall off. He lands another smack to your ass as he growls, “Loosen up or I will not be able to continue.” You do your best to try to relax your body, but it doesn’t help that Childe was throat fucking you now. His large cock slipping down your throat as it tightened around his length involuntarily, “Swallowing my cock like a good little whore. Keep it up and I’ll reward you with my cum.”

You try so hard to keep up with Childe’s forceful pace as Zhongli decides he can move again. It didn’t take long for them to get back into the same rhythm they held before; each cock in and out and the same time. Zhongli’s glowing eyes shoot to Childe in a look that told him he was about to cum. Childe gives a single nod and with a final thrust from both men, loud growls and moans fill the room. Childe’s cum spills down your throat and Zhongli’s shoots into both holes. Never have you been filled to the point of feeling this ridiculously full.

All three cocks begin to soften and slip from your body to which you effectively collapse face first on the bed. Cum leaked from your pussy and ass, a sight that made both of them want to go again. Childe almost suggested it, but when he tilted his head to see your face, you had passed out from exhaustion, making him chuckle as he transformed back into his human form. Zhongli raised a brow, transforming as well, “Are they sleeping?” Childe nods and Zhongli sighs, “Go retrieve the wash cloths, please. Let’s clean them up.”

Hours later, you awoke sandwiched between the two of them. You sigh to yourself with a content smile and snuggle even further into the bed.

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a/n: i loved writing this and i hope you enjoy this anon!!

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KÖNIG

being forcefully bred and impregnated by your kidnapper.

letting virgin!loser!könig hump your ass.

popular!reader finally taking nerd!könig's virginity.

petite!reader taking könig's cock for the first time.

being overstimulated by your best friend.

könig drugging his favourite cosplayer to have his way with them in their hotel room.

‘face down, ass up...” with könig.

breeding kink compilation with könig.

rapist!könig who can't hold himself back from having you inside of his car.

popular!reader sucking on nerd!könig's tip.

letting cbf!könig lose his virginity to you.

perv!könig who's absolutely obsessed with your titties.

thigh fucking with perv!könig.

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

letting older-boyfriend!simon take your ass.

letting older-boyfriend!simon play with and tease your slick pussy.

‘face down, ass up...” with mean!simon.

being fucked by toxic!simon inside of his car after a breakup.

kidnapped!reader developing stockholm syndrome for simon.

letting dealer!simon use your holes as compensation because you're unable to pay him.

how mean!simon puts you in your place.

stepbrother!simon uses your asshole for the first time.

pounded into by your stepbrother as punishment after stealing form his stash of weed.

size kink with simon riley.

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

stepson!johnny using his sweet stepmom's soft cunt to lose his virginity.

overprotective!stepbro!soap showing his stepsister what it feels like to be fucked properly after being cheated on.

treating cbf!soap to a blowjob.

making out and riding toxic!soap mactavish.

satisfying perv!johnny's needs.

letting perv!johnny obsess over your holes.

throat trained by johnny.

rewarding gamer!soap for winning a round.

taking care of sub!soap.

sucking off sleazebag!soap.

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

rough sex with toxic!gaz.

taking care of gaz by riding him.

“face down, ass up...” with gaz.

rapist!gaz finally re-enacting his darkest, sickest fantasies.

size kink with gaz garrick.

having sex with standing up with gaz.

being kidnapped by perverted!gaz, for him to record your rape and profit from it.

stepbro!gaz who intoxicates you for his own amusement.

encouraging gym-bro!gaz by bouncing on his lengthy dick.

getting off using gym-bro!gaz.

getting drunk and overstimulated with gaz.

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

stepdad!price raping his stepdaughter as punishment for losing their virginity.

letting your captain grind against your pussy as a form of release after a mission went wrong.

showing off to your stepfather after being trained by your stepbrothers.

kidnapper!price bullying his sweaty cock into your cunt for the first time.

letting your stepdad have a taste of your cunt.

prostitute!reader being throat fucked by price.

watching a movie with your husband.

creep!price with his favourite little sex worker.

gang bang with stepdad!price and your stepbrothers.

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The Jackal and The Bird | 2

chapter summary: Somehow, Y/n's husband having DID makes a lot more sense than jumping out windows in Austria. Also Steven really shouldn't be seeing any of this.

a/n: let me know how yall feel about the long chapters

(t/w): m/m, cursing

for m/nblm, no fem aligned

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Your Husband Switches Nationalities

Steven had texted Dylan the moment he got into your penthouse. No, he had no idea if this was a date, but he wanted it to be. And that was enough for him to send an apologetic text about how he was pretty sure he liked men.

Dylan didn’t seem thrilled, but at least she didn’t hate him.

The second the interaction was over, he shoved his phone in his pocket, eager to focus on spending time with you.

All the while, you were eager to question Anubis.

You’d slipped out of the room under the guise of changing out of your suit, walking into your room upstairs.

You slid off your suit pants and stuffy button-up shirt, sliding on a much more comfortable t-shirt.

Only a moment after, you felt Anubis enter the room, lounging on your bed that was far too small for him.

“Who is he?”

You asked the question swarming your head, even though you weren’t sure if you wanted to hear the answer.

“Marc,” Anubis answered swiftly. He seemed unamused with your question, but it’s not like he was being very helpful either.

“Yes, I can see that,” you complained. “But you said I wasn’t speaking to Marc.”

“You weren’t.”

You glared at Anubis, hating how smug he seemed. “You aren’t helpful.”

After a momentary staring contest, the god sighed. “I sense a fracture within his mind. He is Marc, but not as you know him. I do not know more, I’m sorry my friend.”

As annoying as it was, you were sure Anubis was telling the truth.

You stepped out of your room, joining Marc again in your living room. He was looking around, seemingly fascinated with the place.

Your apartment (more like penthouse) was on the fancy side, you knew that much. A few, less expensive, artifacts were housed in glass cases, all of which Ma-Steven was staring at with wide eyes.

You knew it was Marc. It had to be Marc. But at the same time, he was so different.

Now that you stood within your apartment, you had to ask. You just had to.

“You really don’t remember me?”

Steven’s head snapped up, meeting your eyes. He studied your face for a moment before a guilty expression covered it.

“No… I’m sorry. Have we met before this? I think I’d remember someone like you,” He tried joking.

“We’re married.”

That froze him completely. He struggled to get a word out for a bit, sounding like he was choking on his own words.

“We used to live in America together. We met years ago. We’ve been married a good while, actually. Spent most of the past months hunting down the scarab with a friend of ours,” You tried explaining, looking for any sense of familiarity.

None came.

“You don’t remember any of that?”

Steven stared at you blankly before shaking his head sadly.

“...I’m sorry,” he offered. “I’d like to remember you, I really would. But I think you’ve got the wrong guy.”

You knew you didn’t. No matter what Anubis said, if this really was Marc, your husband had to be in there somewhere… right?

“Do you… do you still want a divorce?”

Steven’s eyes widened. “What?”

“You never really gave me the papers, but I found them after you left.” You watched his expression fall further, as he stared at you, almost sympathetic. “Is… is this your way of forcing me out? If you don’t want me anymore you can say so. There’s no need to put this act up.”

“I’d never divorce you.”

The accent had stayed. It wasn’t Marc. But the way he said it… he was so sure of himself. It brought a bubble to your chest that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Then why are you doing this, Marc?”

He looked distressed. More distressed than you’d seen him, even when fighting for his life.

“I… I’m so sorry, I’m really not Marc. Never even heard of him.”

This really wasn’t your husband.

“You don’t know me at all? You really don’t?”

You stepped closer to him until you were face to face, his breath mixing with yours. He seemed a bit alarmed, even blushing a bit.

“No… I’m awfully sorry.”

You placed a hand on his face, not missing how he leaned into your touch slightly.

“If you’re not him, if you’re really not him,” You took a deep breath, looking deep into the eyes that you were certain belonged to your husband. “Tell me about you.”

“Me?” He questioned, as if he couldn’t fathom why someone would think about him. Your only question was how someone could not think about him.

“Yes, Steven,” You chuckled, memorizing the way a smile spread across his face. “You.”

The smile fell suddenly before he spoke. “Didn’t you say you’ve got a husband though?” Your brows furrowed and his mouth gaped. “I mean, if you wanted this to be a date. I didn’t even ask about that, I’m sorry. I just kind of assumed, but y’know, I don-”

“Obviously, my husband has other life plans. Especially considering the divorce papers,” He looked a bit less distressed at your calm response. “I have to figure out my emotions, I suppose. Confusing day. But I do still want to know you, Steven. Even if it’s not a date yet.”

You saw the way his eyes lit up at the word ‘yet’. Honestly, it was adorable.

Would you like to date the man that looked exactly like Marc (and most definitely was)? Maybe. But if you agreed to a date now, you knew you’d feel strange the whole time.

So, you and Steven spent the night doing exactly what you’d suggested, dinner and talking.

Steven had rambled on about his favorite myths. Though you’d heard all of them, you didn’t stop him once. Even the sound of his voice was nice.

He’d asked about your collection, spitting out question after question, all of which you answered happily.

Eventually, you realized it was far later than you wanted it to be. Steven wanted to go home, but you insisted on him staying. You were exhausted, and it was obvious neither of you should be driving at 3am (thank god you both had tomorrow off… well, you had emailed in and given Steven the day off, but that hardly mattered).

Even after he explained he was a sleep walker, nervously saying he usually had a much more ‘secure’ set up, whatever that meant. But you’d persisted nonetheless. He gave in after a bit, and, very reluctantly, slept in your bed with you.

It was nothing more than that, of course, but the blush on Steven’s face would say otherwise.

You’d offered to take the couch plenty of times, but Steven was far too nice for that. And when he offered to do so, you insisted it was fine. Besides, you were comfortable with him. Maybe more comfortable than you should be, considering he swore he didn’t remember being married and was suddenly British.

But still, you’d fallen asleep just fine that night.

Marc woke up in a t-shirt and boxers in a rather comfortable bed.

Though the plush pillows were a bit suspicious, nothing was weirder than the fact that it was most definitely not his t-shirt.

He sat up with a bit of a start, looking around the room. It was larger, much bigger than the flat he was used to waking up in. The covers were soft and dark, even with the sun rising.

But he felt a pang of sadness when he saw you sleeping next to him.

It was a sight he didn’t realize he missed so much.

Whenever he got to wake up in the body, a part of him reached out to his side, expecting to feel you there. But you never were. You hadn’t been the past few months.

Slowly, he’d grown used to his bed being cold and having no chest to sleep against. But the second he saw you, he was reminded just how much he missed seeing your calm face, still fast asleep and curled into your covers.

Steven, naturally, hadn’t listened to him at all. He’d be upset, but Steven didn’t even know he existed, it was hard for him to blame the guy.

Besides, it was hardly the first time someone else had attempted to hit on you.

Part of him was jealous of how fast you were drawn to Steven. He knew it was just because they shared a body, but part of him was worried you’d like Steven more.

Steven was nice. Steven was kind, and driven, and passionate. Steven wanted to love you with a burning innocence Marc hadn’t had since he was a young child. And Steven wasn’t a murderer.

Even when you’d eventually find out about Marc still being there, would you even want him? Or would you rather spend time with the nice British gift-shopist who was thrilled that you were even looking in his direction.

“Hurry up, I cannot wait all day.”

Khonshu’s voice broke Marc out of his borderline trance, drawing his attention to the tall bird sitting in your plush desk chair.

“You can, it’ll be a while before we even arrive. And then we have to worry about actually finding the right place. We have time,” Marc assured. Khonshu knew he was right of course, though he didn’t look happy about it. Instead, the bird simply vanished, not uttering a response.

Marc sighed, running a rough hand down his face and slumping backward.

Unfortunately, the action disturbed you, his hand hitting your side.

Before he could think of a way out, your eyes opened, landing on him. He could see the gears turning in your mind for a moment before you worked out last night.

“Steven,” You said, smiling in a way Marc had dearly missed. “I hope you weren’t worried about work, I may have switched your shifts around.” You chuckled a bit, expecting the man to let out a sigh of relief, maybe go back to sleep. But he looked just as tense as before.

Your brow furrowed, watching the man’s actions. His body language was different. It felt like he was trying not to trip up an alarm, arms tense and body ready to take off running. He watched you as if your were some kind of predator, waiting for a slip up. It was more rigid than you remembered, his posture straighter and expression more sure of himself.

“Oh, right. That’s fine. Gotta head home though,” He said, trying to speak as quickly as possible.

Now, you weren’t the best with accents. Occasionally you’d get your countries mixed up (why did the US and Canada sound so similar?!), but you knew damn well that is not a British accent. Honestly, you didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t Steven.

The voice was a bit deeper than his, less… free. Steven still sounded like he had yet to witness the world. Like he was a child who’d only read storybooks about what life was like. This voice belonged to someone who’d seen far more than they wanted to.

“...Marc?”

For some reason, the man in front of you looked surprised.

“What do you mean?” He said, trying the accent once again. You were still rather unimpressed. You were pretty sure Steven couldn’t do a phony accent this bad if he tried to.

“Don’t patronize me,” You said, expression flat.

“I really can’t do accents, huh?”

“No, you really can’t.”

…

The room was silent for far too long.

…

“Why?”

The simple question was all you really needed to ask. There were so many ‘whys’.

Why leave, why London, why a museum, why Steven. And Marc seemed hesitant to answer any of them.

“He’s me. I mean, he’s not me. He’s his own person. He lives his life, and I keep up with whatever Khonshu wants.”

You’d heard of situations like that before, though it usually went by the term ‘DID’. It was rare, though far from impossible.

And, uh, you had a giant jackal who hung out in your shower sometimes. Having multiple personalities was far from the most ridiculous thing you’d seen. Hell, you didn’t even think it was the most ridiculous thing you’ve seen this week.

“For your whole life?” you asked. He only nodded and a small part of you broke. He didn’t tell you?

Was he afraid you’d leave? Why would you ever leave someone like Marc?!

You didn’t say anything else, just pulled him into the embrace you’d wanted to for so long now.

It was a lot to process. It felt like a lie. Like you’d been spending your marriage with a man you barely knew.

But you did know Marc. You knew everything about him. His past, and hopefully his future.

You’d learned his favorite foods, favorite colors. Which songs he’d hum and which ones he hated to hear. You’d learned the way he liked his toast made and exactly where how hot he wanted his showers. You knew which of your shirts he’d steal and which movies he’d watch on repeat.

You just didn’t know Steven yet.

And with everything you knew about Marc, you knew one thing for certain.

“I love you.”

And those words seemed to be enough for him.

Marc wasn’t one to cry. He didn’t ‘do’ emotional break downs or sobbing (at least he pretended like he didn’t). But you’d seen him emotional. You’d seen him in every state you could think of.

And this time, he buried his head in the crook of your neck and took a few shaky breaths.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed there. You felt a few warm drops on your shoulder, but you didn’t mention them. You simply held him closer, like you’d done so many nights before. You knew you’d let him stay as long as he wanted.

When he eventually pulled away, he couldn’t meet your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” You offered, watching as you drew a confused look from him.

Your first assumption was that he’d found out you were… far less human than he thought. Even your mother was only half human, leaving you with very little in common with the standard people on Earth.

If you were him, you’d have left too.

“I should’ve explained,” You said, looking away from him. “I owed you that much.”

Marc hadn’t exactly told you the truth about him and Steven, but you hadn’t told him the truth either, had you?

“I didn’t leave ‘cause of you,” He said, scoffing. “You weren’t safe.”

Now that was ridiculous. Granted, Marc didn’t really know how ridiculous it was, but he knew you could hold your own.

“I can handle myself, Marc.”

“You don’t have healing armor.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong, but you weren’t about to explain that now. It was better Marc didn’t know. He was already so involved in the god’s messy issues, the last thing you needed was him knowing he was married to a demigod.

“Isn’t that my decision?” You questioned, your voice soft. “Whether I feel like putting myself in danger, shouldn’t I get to decide?”

He was quiet for a moment, but you interrupted him before he could speak. “You do it every night. You don’t get a choice anymore. But I have one. And I’d choose you every time instead of living some safe cushy life.”

You hated the way he looked ashamed of himself, but you couldn’t let him abandon you again. He didn’t have to be ashamed. You meant it. You’d chose him every time if it meant keeping him just a little bit safer.

“Whatever the hell you’re doing, I’m in, Marc. I’m not leaving you.”

Okay, when you insisted on coming with him, you really didn’t think you’d end up jumping out a fucking window in Austria.

To take it from the beginning, you and Marc had managed to locate the scarab, which he’d been doing for the past several months. The entire way he told you to go home, which you ignored every time.

Taking out Harrow’s guards was fairly simple. Considering that Marc had the suit and you were a demigod (who had to keep Marc from seeing bullets bounce off you), it was pretty easy to power through them.

The only real issue was lacking an escape and having to dive bomb through a lovely glass window at the edge of a strangely fancy room.

Marc landed face first, as if he passed out mid-jump. You’d landed on your feet, the significant drop barely affecting you.

“Well, not our best exit,” you joked, hoping Marc wasn’t questioning your lack of injuries too much. But when you looked back, he was face down, a few drops of blood falling down his face.

The blood was almost certainly not his, especially since Khonshu healed all his wounds, but you still walked up to him, reaching out to check if he was alright.

Not even a second later, his eyes shot open. A let out a series of alarmed-sounding moans, not able to form words correctly.

“Hey, hey,” You said, noting the way his jaw tilted way too much to one side. “You’re alright, love.”

You reached out, cupping his face and snapping the dislocated bone into place. It was sure to be sore, but it’d fix the moment he summoned his suit again.

“You alright there?” You asked, meeting his confused eyeline.

“Y/n? Where are we?”

His voice had changed. Now that you looked closely, so had his body language. It was like he was smaller, hunching over slightly. He looked a bit nervous, though he calmed down a touch when he met your eye.

“Bit of a trip, maybe not our best call,” You said jokingly, hoping he wouldn’t question too much.

You saw Steven jump, startled seemingly by nothing. You squinted, sensing a presence. It came as soon as it went through, vanishing in the wind. You suspected it was Khonshu, who likely attempted to instruct his avatar.

The sound of voices drew your attention to the window above you, a man’s head sticking out. Alarm rose in you, mostly for Steven. Despite you trying to get him out of the way, he only waved at the man… who waved back.

Wow, that guy was bad at his job.

“What are you doing?!” A coworker questioned, saying the same question you had, before aiming a rifle down at you.

Steven seemed to understand the danger then. Though he tried to run in behind you, you switched it around at the last minute, making sure any possible bullets would hit you instead.

Thankfully they were worse than stormtroopers and hadn’t hit you. Honestly, not a single shot? Really?

The people in town didn’t seem too alarmed as they likely hadn’t heard the shots. You and Steven had carried on, both of you flipping up hoods and dodging guards looking around for you.

“What the bloody hell is happening?!” Steven questioned, harshly whispering. There wasn’t really a need to whisper, but it was obvious that Steven was just scared.

“It’s a long story,” You said, noting how Steven looked nervous from your raised voice. “I’m going to need you to trust me, okay?” You said, now whispering to appease the anxiety he clearly felt.

You both landed in the center of town, cut off at almost every turn by Harrow’s guards. They weren’t very intelligent (or vigilant) but it was enough to direct you toward the crowd now gathering.

Steven had paused after you spoke, only saying something when you landed in the crowd.

“I trust you”

You could tell he was a bit scared saying that, not that you blamed him.

“Thank you,” You offered. “I know this is confusing, but just stick by me and don’t talk to anyone, okay?”

He nodded, looking around the town square as if everyone would try to attack him at any second. Honestly, it was a well-placed fear.

A few moments later you heard mumbling in multiple languages and the distant crack of glass.

Steven turned around, squinting at the small crowd that had gathered. He took a few steps closer, but you grabbed his arm, dragging him to the back of the group.

“Don’t get close to him, okay? Avoid that man.”

Steven looked alarmed by the urgency in your voice, staying close to your side. Harrow walked through, not spotting either of you yet.

He addressed the crowd, rambling on about how they should all be judged. Frankly, you didn’t care much about what he had to say.

Sure, in some cases, maybe pre-judgment was better. Wars, genocides, basically all man-made disasters could’ve been stopped if someone was pre-judged.

But Harrow wanted to pre-judge everyone.

Technically, that would’ve included Marc. A boy who was never at fault, forced into a life of blood because of a mistake that wasn’t even his. A mistake that was his mother’s.

You couldn’t imagine condemning Marc. He was kind, and determined, even if he was scarred. Him, and all the other children forced into dark situations would never exist.

…you supposed his mother wouldn’t exist either. But the thought of not having Marc was far too much for you. Mortals weren’t always your favorite, but Marc stuck around in your mind. He just wouldn’t leave it.

And why would you want him to?

Steven clung to your arm, watching as a man was congratulated for his “balanced scales”. You didn’t even think he realized how tight he was grabbing or how confused he looked.

“We should go, Steven,” you said, trying to drag him away. But he was insistent on staying, watching as a woman was invited up.

After a few exchanged words, Harrow uttered the same words he’d said to the previous man. “Will you accept your scales, regardless of the outcome?” The woman nodded a yes, watching as the scales on Harrow’s forearm turned blood red.

Despite how she begged, how she assured that she’d been good, Harrow still clutched onto her hand.

You watched as the life drained from her, Steven’s jaw dropping as the color drained for her face. Her skin was lightly tinted purple as she was carried away by two other men, the crowd never blinking at the act.

You cringed at the expression on Steven’s face. He was so similar to Marc, yet had so many differences. He was mortified, looking on with horror at the death he had witnessed. Though mortal death had never bothered you, sometimes you forgot who awful it could be for humans to witness the death of others.

If  what Marc had said about Steven was true, then Steven was never meant to see any of this. Steven was made to be innocent, to have a normal life with normal people. Never seeing the bloody world Marc was so used to.

Regardless of whether it was Marc or Steven, you still didn’t want him seeing any of this. He may be numb to the death of the world, but you still hoped he wouldn’t have to see it.

A shout dragged you out of your thoughts, drawing your attention back to Harrow. You recognized the language, one you’d hear a few times from the gods and their avatars. You kneeled immediately, following Harrow’s instructions. You tried to drag Steven with you, but it seemed he didn’t get the message.

“Oh, bollocks.” He tried kneeling a moment after, but it was clear Harrow had already seen.

“You… I know you,” Harrow squinted at Steven.

Steven stood back up slowly, smiling awkwardly at the man. You nearly facepalmed but remembered where you were.

“Me?” He questioned, lifting a hand to wave. “Hi, uh,” he clearly didn’t know Harrow’s name but tried not to say so.

“Mercenary.” Harrow’s words were true, of course. Marc was most certainly a mercenary. But Steven… Steven was different.

“Mercenary?  No, no, I’m no mercenary,” He reassured, looking around the group nervously. “I’m a gift-shopist, I work at a gift shop. My name’s Steven Grant.”

The entire town seemed unamused by him, each giving lazy glares at him. You were just wondering why the hell he’d give them his name.

“Uh, I’m trying to get back to London. Lon-done?” He froze a bit at the lack of response. “Don’t know why I’m saying it like that.”

You found Steven rather adorable. Since he made himself an easy target, Harrow stepped forward, watching as the group’s eyes fell in his presence.

“Well, Steven Grant,” Steven uttered a small ‘yeah?’, wondering why anyone could be addressing him. It was almost adorable. Almost. “Will you return the scarab?”

Now that made you a bit nervous.

“The… the what?” He questioned, brow furrowed. It’s possible he would refuse outright, having no idea what the scarab even was. But if he gave it up, you and Marc would be in more trouble than you wanted to be.

“Oh, all right.” He patted down his pockets, searching for the small gold artifact. “Oh you mean…” He trailed off, staring at it in fascination.

You didn’t understand, but in fairness, it was the closest he’d come to a piece of ancient Egypt, especially since your collection was all in glass cases.

“You will give him nothing!”

Khonshu’s booming voice rang through Steven’s head, though you didn’t react to it. You could only feel the god’s presence, noting when he showed up. You managed to resist rolling your eyes at Khonshu’s dramatics, but it was difficult.

“Here!” Steven said, holding out the scarab only to close his hand around it. He looked extremely confused trying to hand it over.

“I strongly encourage you to return that,” Harrow insisted, stepping closer to the man.

“I’m not… I’m… I’m trying,” Steven assured, slowly prying open his own fingers. You were a moment from interrupting, but Steven was focused on his fingers and fingers and  Harrow was focused on Steven. “C’mon now,” He muttered, speaking more to himself than the crowd. “It’s like my fingers froze.”

Steven mumbled, trying to hand over the scarab and failing horribly. Frankly, he was making a fool of himself.

Marc wasn’t perfect. Not by any means. But he certainly didn’t do this. In fact, Marc never drew attention to himself if he could help it, preferring to blend into the background. And yet, here he was, stomping around holding out a scarab while rambling about how he really was trying to give it over.

Whatever was happening, you decided to interfere, finally standing up from your position as Steven marched several steps backwards, seemingly not in control of his limbs.

You could see the way Harrow froze up when you stood. No, you weren't a full god like Khonshu or Anubis, but thanks to your father’s god status and your mothers… interesting genetics, you were more than a threat.

Demigod was a poor word to describe you, no?

You could take forms like Khonshu and Anubis, though (in your opinion) your animal symbol was much more to your liking.

Set, the god of chaos and everything all around evil, wasn’t the best father. But he’d given you more than a few abilities.

And your mother, though not very helpful, was only half human herself.

That made you… quite a threat. One that Harrow didn’t like dealing with.

Most people (the logical ones) would rather not fight with you. But Harrow had a knack for tangling with the gods. He usually just did it through manipulation.

But with a demigod avatar ready to kick the shit out of him, he was left with minimal options.

“An unexpected visit,” Harrow offered, keeping his calm demeanor. “I take it you’re with the mercenary.”

“Not a mercenary!” Steven’s voice interrupted from behind you, but he was still fighting with his own arm, so you didn’t have to worry much.

“You’re not one to get involved with mortal fights.”

He was right, yes. But you also weren’t a fan of rude crocodiles trying to kill everyone.

“True, but I haven’t abandoned humans. Nor has Anubis. And currently, you’re about to make his job significantly harder.”

Harrow huffed. “Take them.”

You were a bit impressed with him, honestly. Hats off to the man who fights gods.

Steven’s demeanor changed almost immediately after that, punching a man who ran at him directly across the face.

Despite the many questions you had, you instead decided to fight off the men as well.

You and Steven moved well through the group, Steven stabbing two of them with a pocket knife, shoving away the scarab. You did the same. Originally you hadn’t seen much need for a knife, but now you were a bit thankful you had it.

The town's crowd had all split up, watching the fight but not getting involved. Harrow himself had stepped back as well, though there were plenty of armed people, slowly closing in around you.

You simply gave Steven a small nod as you both ran, powering through a few of the men in front of you. As the group slowly started to close around you, you got closer to Steven, watching as his eyes darted around the town.

“Didn’t think you had that one in you,” You mumbled.

“He doesn’t.”

Now that voice you recognized. “I’ll be honest, I really don’t think you should let Steven handle this one,” You suggested, watching behind Marc.

“I wasn’t trying to,” Marc’s voice was a bit more serious. “I’m not sure what’s happening.”

You nodded, not needing him to explain any further. “We’ll figure it out later. Now, try not to die.”

You’d each gotten through a few men before Marc stumbled, nearly falling over. You’d caught him before he hit the ground, his eyes rolling back into his head.

A second later, he bolted straight up, looking at his surroundings rapidly. With the change in body language, you guessed this was Steven.

“Hey, Steven, hey,” You got his attention, having him turn to you completely. “Eyes on me, okay?” He didn’t need to see how red his hands were right now.

“What’s going on?!” He questioned frantically, his eyes tearing from you to look around the town with a terrified expression. “I don’t know what the hell is happening, honest!”

As if he had to convince you of that.

You grabbed the sides of his face, forcing him to focus on you only.

“Steven, I need you to close your eyes.”

“Now?! Why would I do that?!” He asked frantically. You could sense some of Harrow’s men making their way to you, but this was more important.

“You trust me, right?”

Steven paused a minute, blinking slowly before finally shutting his eyes.

“Don’t open them until I say.” He nodded once more as you stalked toward the nearest man, grabbing him by the throat and launching him into one of his friends.

The others immediately shifted their focus from Steven, deeming you the more obvious threat.

You fought them all off fairly easily, managing to throw a few and cut others enough to keep them down. You weren’t a fan of the whole ‘murder’ thing, but considering that these were basically genocidal cult followers, you weren’t feeling too guilty.

With the rush of fighting and your inability to be injured, you were rather reckless. You usually tried to be more careful in front of Marc, but with Steven’s eyes closed, you weren’t too bothered when you felt the cold barrel of a gun against the back of your head.

It vanished quicker than it came though, accompanied by a thud.

Turning around, you spotted Steven, gun in hand as he used it to pistol whip the last man, breaking his nose and splattering a few drops of blood on his face.

“Well shit, that wasn’t half bad” you mumbled. “Pretty sure your eyes should be closed though.”

“We gotta get the hell out of here.”

Ah, that made sense. Not Steven.

“I’ll admit, this’ll take me a second to get used to,” You told him, watching as he froze momentarily, stopping in the small circle of men around you.

You stepped in front of him, watching as his eyes rolled down from inside his head the frantic expression of Steven returned.

“What the hell…”

You didn’t give him time to finish, dragging him through the crowds of people. He whispered sorry to most of them, which would’ve been adorable if you weren't about to die.

Backed into a bit of a corner, he slid his way into the driver's seat of a van, you sitting shotgun.

He drove away quickly, apologizing profusely to the men behind him.

“Bit of a tip, Steven,” You said, leaning over. “Don’t apologize to men who want to kill you, yeah?”

“Well I did just steal their truck,” He said, frowning. You shook your head at the response, chuckling lightly.

“Well, drive us out of here then.”

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I've seen a lot of Bonten in a pool table fanarts soo...

Can i request having a billiards night with the trio then you made a bet with Ran that if he lost, he'll get fucked on the pool table in front of Sanzu and Rindou otherwise he chooses whatever he wants if you loose.

Ofc he lost lmao.

Pairing: Ran × M!Reader.

Tw/cw: public sex, humiliation, teasing, sex without preparation, pleading, hair pulling.

- You can't. - Ran says teasingly, scoring another ball.

- Don't underestimate him, he's good. - Sanzu says, puffing on a cigarette, looking at the ceiling.

-Heh, I know. Then let's have a bet, darling, don't you agree? - he holds out his hand to you, which you look at with doubt, knowing him for sure.

- What are we betting on? - but still, the excitement in you is stronger than common sense.

- Well ... - he pulls on purpose, although he knows perfectly well what he wants. - If I win, I'll ask for what I want, okay?

- Okay. But if I win, then I'll fuck you right on this table. - you're pointing at the pool table.

The other two people in the room are choking on air when they hear your words..But then both relax, realizing that Ran is likely to lose. And why not see how his self-confidence is destroyed?

- Deal! Then we play up to 8 balls! - you nod and you start the game.

It was wow, honestly. You played for about an hour. And two of your viewers watched every ball with frenzy and still their thoughts were correct. Haitani lost. His eyes widen when he realizes that you have thrown an eight-ball, and 2 voices are heard in the room laughing. He looks at you, and you just smile lazily and point at the table opposite Rindou and Sanzu.

He goes there with a sigh and leans on the table. You immediately pull down his pants with boxers, making him whine from the cold air in the room. Your hand runs over his cheeks, squeezing them. The purple-haired man only bites his lip, smiling slightly. But then his smile disappears when he feels your dick in his ass.

A convulsive cry escapes from his mouth as his face falls on his hands, with the desire to hide his face. But you're just pulling his hair, showing his face, making him blush.

- Come on, Ran, look ahead. - you bend down to his ear, a sigh escapes from his mouth when he feels that you are entering deeper. - Let's show them what a whore you are, okay?

He makes a sound of agreement and you immediately start pushing into him. He moans from a mixture of pain and pleasure. He feels like you're literally tearing him apart, but he also feels like you're aiming for his prostate. He doesn't know what to think. He just closes his eyes while depraved sounds flow from his mouth.

At that time, an interesting scene is happening in front of you. Sanzu literally encourages you to fuck Ran like the last whore. While Rindou just sits there with a grin, looking at his older brother. Who knows what's in his head?

- Come on, come on, fuck him like you want to kill him, come on! Deeper and rougher!

- Sanzu, shut up. - says the younger Haitani, taking the cigarette from him.

He just snatches it back, but shuts up. His eyes slide over the elder Haitani's face. Tears are rolling down his face, his cheeks are red. His purple hair lost its previous styling when you started pulling it. And his mouth is drooling, dripping onto the table. Cute.

- Haitani, you're watching, right? - you whisper, to which he nods aggressively. - Do you want to cum? - another nod. - Then beg them.

-P-please, let me finish, please! - he groans without a shadow of embarrassment.

Sanzu and Rindou just exchange glances and then look at you. You take the silent hint and squeeze his cock, causing him to writhe from restraining pleasure.

-Come on, Haitani. A whore like you can take it.

- That's right, brother. Just be patient.

Well... It's going to be a long night for him. Until the three of you get enough of the sight of a broken Ran Haitani.

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