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romanarose · 2 years

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Marc Spector, Knight, Angel, Protector.

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Fic Summary: Loosely based on the concept of the Doctor Who Episode "The Girl in the Fireplace". Over a series of years and scary events, she see's him. And when she does, she knows she's safe.

I'm super nervous about putting his out, I've been thinking about it for weeks.... I hope y'all like it because I put my heart in it.

WARNINGS: MULTIPLE ATTEMPTS OF SA!!! One while drunk and high, one in an alley (also drunk) and possible a kidnapping attempt (vague), references to child abuse and bad home life. Directly talking about being SA'd by an authority figure. Blood. Drug use, drinking, getting hurt. Panic attack. Like seriously, this fic talks about a lot of dark, dark stuff so just if you get triggered with anything with SA I would just say skip it this. If I missed anything LMK but in general like there's just a lot of dark shit.

Adult content before the cut.

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“One may suffer a world of demons for the sake of an angel.”- Madame De Pompadour, Doctor Who, The Girl in the Fireplace.

Some unknown force is pulling us together.

The first time I met him, it wasn’t much of a meeting. Most of the times I see him weren’t actually meetings, per se. They were merely my disaster of a life being briefly interrupted by small interactions with the only person I can think of who only ever kept me safe. I am young, maybe 6 or 7 and I am lost at the mall, crying outside some store, wanting my mom. I’m still under the impression that my mom is a safe person. I see an older boy,dark skin, dark curly hair, with something on his head. It’s not a hat, I knew it was religious, I wasn’t sure what. He asks where my mom was, I say I didn’t know, and continued crying. He says he’d stay with me until my mom came. We are standing there for a long, long time. Wordless. I think ‘where is his mommy?’ I know he’s older, but I also know he’s still a kid like me. Young enough he shouldn’t be alone in a Chicago mall, but for the most part I am just scared. Why hasn’t my mom noticed I’m missing?

An older man comes, he asks if I need help and offers to take me with him. The boy takes my hand, ‘no, our mom is coming.’ the older man looks at the boy. I doubt he believes him, we look nothing alike. I don’t know what the man’s intentions are, but I feel safe with the boy. My mom came back, she’s yanking my hand and yelling at me for walking off. My hand hurts in her grip. All I can do is turn around as he disappears into the crowd. I smile at him, and he gives me a sad smile back. It’s like he knows. And I know him. An understanding.

The next time I see him couldn’t have been more than 3 or 4 years later, I’m walking home from school. I stayed late, like I tend to, reading in the library. It’s better than being home. That would change in a few years. But I didn’t account for daylight savings and it was starting to get dark. I try to take a shortcut through a park, but a group of older kids start yelling at me. Something about me being on their ‘turf’? They can’t be out of high school, maybe even freshmen. A lot of Chicago kids form wanna-be gangs to try and be cool. Again, the memory is fuzzy. I’m being yelled at, I’m scared. Someone slaps me. Then it escalates. Someone pushes me, I’m on the ground being kicked. Then it stops. There’s commotion, but I keep my arms covering my head, I didn’t want to watch. Silence. ‘Hey, you okay?’. I open my eyes, and there he is. But I’m late. I don’t want mom to hurt me. I get up. ‘Thank you’ I say as I start running. I don’t look at him again as I run, as much as I’d like to.

It was a long time before I saw him again. This memory is blurry, much like the others, much like most of my time in high school and childhood, but for a different reason. I am at a college party, I am not in college. I do not have that kind of money. I still live in Chicago, no options but to continue living with my mom. Leaving home? In this economy? Someone invited a group of Marines to the party. One of the frat boys gives me something, some pill, I take it but I didn’t need it. I'm already drunk. I’m falling, I’m flying, I don’t exist and I’m everywhere.

I’m being taken upstairs to one of the rooms, a feeling of euphoria surrounding me, happiness, peace. There are hands on me, faceless hands on my body, then it stopped. Commotion. More hands on me, just my face this time. I knew him, somehow I knew him. Where? Safe. What is he saying? I’m unsure. I’m safe with him. Beautiful. He’s glowing, a halo of light around him. An anglel. My angel. He’s saying something, I try to kiss him, why won’t he let me? He has my phone. He’s making a call. Fuck, is he calling the police? An ambulance? I close my eyes and wake to a washcloth on my face, when did everything get so hot? He’s blurry, he’s pretty. His lips. I want his lips. I tell him I want his lips. He smiles at me, but does not kiss me. Touch me. I want him to touch me. I tell him I want him to touch me. He doesn’t. My friend is here, she didn’t come to this party? Strong arms are carrying me, I’m in a car, I wake up in bed. My friend said he called her, took me to the car and she got me to bed that night. She never got his name.

I’m screaming. It’s dirty. I’m between a dumpster and the wall. I’m alone. All these years thinking I’d never see justice. I was given hope. Then hope was taken away. I’m dressed in the best clothes I could afford and I’m sitting in an alley that is probably covered in thin layers of piss, shit, blood and cum from over the years. I’m screaming as loud as I can, I need a release. All these years, I need a release. I never would’ve come if I didn’t think we could do it. I wanted to bury this. If I was going to resurface all these memories, I needed to know I’d see justice. When the trial started, I told my boyfriend I was testifying. He never knew what was done to me. He broke up with me a month later. He said it was because of timing, but I knew it was because of what I revealed. It was too much. He didn’t sign up for a girl who was raped by her teacher. Too much baggage. I am broken. I am used.

He was the drama teacher, girls loved him. He was young and seemed kind. He had a way of figuring out who came from troubled backgrounds, who would be desperate for fatherly approval, whose parents wouldn’t ask too many questions. That was me.

Screaming, screaming, screaming. Fuck, my throat hurts. I claw at my face, my arms, there’s something crawling in there, I need to get it out. I need to get it out of my skin, I need it out of my throat, I pull at my hair, screaming screaming screaming. I keep screaming. I open my eyes to a sound in front of me. I scream again. There is a white figure crouched in front of me.

“Who did this?” His voice is soft. Familiar. I don’t know where from, but I calm down. I am safe with this voice. This voice would never hurt me.

I knew there was blood on me. I see it on my arms and felt the skin open on my face. “I did.”

“Why”

I didn’t know how to answer. There was…so much. So many reasons.

“Did someone hurt you?”

I scoff a bit, still staring at him wide-eyed. Who hadn’t hurt me?

“Did someone attack you?” His voice was calm, it pressed on but it wasn’t impatient.

“Years ago.” I am practically whispering. I don’t know why I’m telling him this. I haven't even seen his face. I’m safer with him than I ever was with almost anyone I ever trusted. My mom, my dad, teachers, boyfriends. “My teacher. In highschool. For… for years. Someone took him to court and I testified. Me and a group of girls. He was let go today. Lack of evidence. He’s getting away with it.” I don’t cry, there’s no tears left. I’m painfully dehydrated. My head is pounding and my throat is dry, raw.

He nods. “Did he touch you?” The mask covering his face muffles him a bit, but the voice is his. Whose, I don’t really know. It’s right. It’s safe.

I nod in return. He stands up, extending a hand. I take it. I’m standing. His cape is in the air. He’s gone.

I don’t see it on the news until later. The trial had been a whole ordeal and had been covered by the Chicago news stations to some extent, but the neighborhood I grew up in and still lived in followed it heavily. I managed to move out of my mom’s, living in the shittiest, smallest apartment I could find. There was a reason we lived in this neighborhood my entire life. Cheap rent. I wake up to my phone blowing up, sending me the news video. He was dead. And it was brutal. I knew I should be disgusted, I shouldn’t be happy. But I was.

He did it. I knew it was the man in white. I am thankful.

I am outside a bar, I’m cold. My head hurts. My face hurts. It’s a shitty bar, as are most in my neighborhood. A man is screaming at me, but I can hardly hear him. I disconnect. I am not here. My lip is bleeding. No, no it’s not. Not if I don’t exist. His hands are in my hair and I’m in an alley. My face is against the wall. I don’t even struggle. I don’t have it in me anymore.

The pressure is off my back. I turn around and there he is. Like so many times before, he is here. I watched him kill the man. I couldn’t find it in myself to be upset. It was quick. I hear police shouting and there's lights. Strong arms are carrying me. I’m on the roof. He sets me down.

“Sorry” He says, muffled through his mask. “I didn’t want you to get in trouble for that.”

“It’s okay…” I shiver, from the cold or from the ordeal, I don’t know.

He takes off his cape, wrapping it around me. I’m warm, but I still shake.

“Are you scared?” He asks. It doesn’t sound like a question. He thinks the answer is yes.

“No.” How could I be? This was the voice I trusted. I don’t know why. This voice meant I was safe, and that’s all I knew. All the memories have, I don’t connect. Not yet.

A long, long, pause. “It’s you again.” I don’t respond for a moment. How many screaming girls in an alley had he come across? He turns to the side, pointing. “You have something to do with this?” He wasn’t talking to you anymore. His gaze shifts again, but not to me. “I’ve seen her before. A few times.”

“Who…” are you? But I couldn’t finish the question. Did I want to know? All these blurry, hazy, memories. The bits and pieces of my life that don’t make sense, the parts I blacked out, the parts I push away. Somehow he’s always there. If I start to ask questions, if I start to connect the dots, what if he goes away? What if he’s no longer there once I know too much? I don’t want that.

He answers the question himself, and the cloth mask vanishes into the air. It all makes sense.

The man in the alley who killed my teacher.

The man at the party who saved me from another would-be rapist.

The teenager the park who stopped the bullies

The boy in the mall who stayed with him until my mom came back.

He was always there.

“It’s you. How… how?”

“I don’t know…” His eyes drifted to the side for a moment and he glared, then looked back to me. His face softened. He was handsome. All the memories I had, I never had a good look at him. His jaw was defined, brown skin, and curly hair. He had the look of a superhero, that was for sure, but he put Captain America and Iron Man to shame. His eyes were kind, but intense. Focused.

He looks away, toward the floor. He’s whispering. Not to me again. “When I was in high school and the Marines. I think when I was a kid, too.” A pause. “No idea, buddy.”

“Is something wrong with me?” I ask. It’s the only logical option.

He looks back to me confused, his brow furrowing. “You tell me.” He’s wary. Understandable.

“I always felt like… like there’s an abnormal amount of horrific stuff around me. How do… and you keep appearing. Am I cursed? Are we being pushed together? Is all the bad stuff…”

“Is something putting you in danger to draw me to you?” He finishes.

It wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that’s happened. In a world full of the scarlet witch and blips and the Sorcerer Supreme…

He turns away. “Well? You heard her.” He gestures vaguely at me.

“Are you-”

He holds up a finger, looking annoyed but not at me. “Hold on, I’m talking to a giant pigeon.” he turns back.

“Like… a specific one or…”

“The Egyptian god one.”

Right. Of course. Silly me.

“Stay here” he looks apologetic as he walks away.

Where am I going? I am on a roof with no exit in sight. But I do as I’m told as he runs and jumps to another rooftop. There, he’s yelling. At what, I don’t know. I can’t hear.

He’s back. “Sorry, just trying to figure something out.” He’s in pain. He is frustrated. But I know it’s not with me.

“And?”

He sighed, scrubbing his face. “I don’t know. The fucker is painfully vauge. I’m sorry. I don’t know what this is about, if there even is anything. He essentially said it’s none of my business… I tried to argue it's literally my life,” He shot a glare to the side. “But that doesn’t mean much to him.”

“It’s okay…” I’m talking quietly, transfixed by him, in his beauty. I remember him when I was high and drunk, the halo over his head. An angel. My angel. I’m hugging him. It takes him by surprise and initially he isn’t responding. Whatever was happening, he is my safety. He hugs me back, ever-so gently

“Are you going to leave again?” I whisper.

“Do you want me to?” He asks me. How can he ask that? How can he ever think that? All he has ever done is protect me. I shake my head in his chest, the fabric rubbing my face.

“I killed him” He whispers in my ear.

I was a tad confused. He literally just killed the man in front of me. “I know, I saw.”

“No.” He tightens his grip on me, like he needed the hug as much as I did. There was something in him, something he and I shared. Something I knew that day at the mall as he watched me leave. Sadness. Hurt. Darkness. Anger. “Your teacher. After I left you.”

“I know. As soon as I saw, I knew.”

He pulls me back, studying my face. “And you’re not scared of me?”

Ever so carefully, I touch his handsome face. He leans into my touch, closes his eyes. “Never.”

“I’m sorry” I heard his voice breaking. I move my other hand to hold his face as well.

“What for?”

“Not stopping him before it happened.” He keeps his eyes closed, voice barely above a whisper. “I'm sorry, I should’ve been there… all the other times, but I couldn’t be there…”

My heart breaks for him. He is clearly carrying so much… “It’s okay, you stopped him.” I get on my tippy toes, kissing his forehead and taking him in for another hug. All those times he saved me, now all I want is to take care of him, protect him, nurture him. I realize, despite feeling like I already know his soul, I didn’t know his name. I introduce myself.

“Marc Spector.” He replies. I heard him breathe in the scent of my hair.

Marc Spector. My angel, my knight, my protector.

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snippychicke · 2 years

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Moonstone--Jealousy

So, a long, long, long time ago, @rmoonstoner (and maybe someone else) admitted that possession sex would be amazing. And I fully, 100% agreed. Except I couldn't find a way that satisfied my need to have everything (vaguely) in character and fit into plot.

And then we finally got a hint of Jake in the season finale. And I have been working on this since, here and there. I'm not the best at smut, and I needed to develop Jake's character before I threw him into the fray like this. Because yes, this fits into the Moonstone timeline, just a bit past our current point.

So, if you haven't guessed already.*** THIS IS EXPLICIT CONTENT.*** Minors shouldn't be reading this series anyways, but definitely not this piece. Warnings include: Some manipulation (but not in the way you think) Plenty of oral, followed by unprotected piv. I'm putting questionable consent because of the mess of Marc/Steven/Jake's body, some implied voyeurism? and definitely some rough sex, overstim. I'm probably missing some, so let me know.

Anyways, here you go, my fellow Khonshu lovers. Enjoy.

Jake had to admit, you were one hell of a woman. Sure, he was fond of Layla. She was a beautiful woman, he maybe even loved her in a way.

But he never talked, never interacted with her. But you? Hell, just fighting side-by side against Harrow and his goons had been enough for him to fall in love. You got it. That drive to do whatever was necessary. You didn’t hold back in a true fight. You had a ruthless streak in you as bright as the full moon. No wonder Khonshu loved you.

Except, that was a problem too. Khonshu loved you, and was fiercely protective of you. There was no way he’d let Jake do anymore than the occasional leer or brush that could be excused as something else.

But the bird was also secretly worried you still would leave him. And that gave him an edge.

“Ya know, she laughed the other day,” Jake reported to Khonshu from the safety of Marc’s fractured mindscape, recalling fondly of dinner the other night, watching silently as you, Layla, Steven and Marc ate and drank. He was never really ‘present’ during those times, but always just a whisper away. Sneaking glances in the many mirrors that now lined the home, listening to the domestics he’d never be a part of. Never admit that he wanted.

You knew he was there, though. He caught brief expressions he was sure were for him. A bitten back smile when his alters complained of missing time despite their teamwork. Or when you were just a little extra when you tried to reassure them, your acting was not nearly as good as his. Marc and Steven fell for it, but he knew that brief smile you hid was for him. Likely recalling how he often came to pick you up and cart you off to whatever work Khonshu had. You would try and reassure them it was nothing, when it in reality it was the moments you and him worked in tandem, Khonshu watching and guiding you both.

At first Khonshu seemed pleased at Jake’s information, a feeling of contentment in knowing something had delighted you. Oh, Jake was going to enjoy turning that on its head. “Said you wouldn’t know what to do with a mouth if you had one.”

The god looked down at him, bafflement obvious despite the lack of expression. Then annoyance, quickly burning into indignation. “What?”

Jake only shrugged, playing with the toothpick in his mouth. “I don’t know either. Layla was reminiscing about her first kiss with those other two. I mean, I never thought your lady friend would say something like that to them.”

“I would think she would know by now not to doubt me.”

“Eh, you know them girls. Gossiping about kissing, swapping stories about lovers. She’s probably just a bit bitter that she’s never been ate out before.”

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Jake was at your door. Except it wasn’t his intentionally relaxed posture with a slight smirk when you opened the door. Instead, he stood tall, jaw set, and his eyes hard; though that was nothing new, his dark eyes always simmered with rage just beyond the peripheral. Even when he was happy, there was anger. IT was how you could tell him apart from the others.

“Hello, dearest moonstone,” he crooned, voice deeper and missing its usual accent, replaced but a familiar and utterly unique one.

Ah.

Khonshu.

Now you could see the faint flicker of light in his dark eyes. “Well hello,” you greeted after the surprise passed, a smile stretching across your face. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you darkening my doorstep like this.”

His eyes narrowed, and you weren’t sure if Khonshu was angry, or Jake. “You doubt my ability to please you despite everything?” He snarled, stalking closer. You allowed him to back you inside your apartment, the door rattling as he slammed it shut. Your mind was whirring, trying to figure out what you said or done to upset his mood this time. He did not truly scare you, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you, but there was still that subconscious flicker of fear at his imposing anger. “That I wouldn’t know how to use a mouth if I had one?”

Ah. You had forgotten about that little joke. And of course Jake had to listen in on that particular drunk conversation and report it to Khonshu.

But hey, if the god wanted to give it a shot…"I know you love proving me wrong."

Jake’s lips were on you in a second, rough and firm. You hissed in pleasure as Khonshu pinned you to the wall, your hands quickly restrained by his. There was no hesitancy, no unsureness. The old bird knew exactly what he was doing as he bit and sucked your lips between dominating kisses, making your lips even more sensitive.

And then he moved to your neck, continuing to suck and bite, and you knew you were going to be bruised and well marked by morning. Yet, that only made you groan more, shifting your hips in anticipation.

His tongue played with the shell of your ear, Jake’s hot breath sending goosebumps down your spine. “I hope you have nothing planned, because I’m not letting you leave your bed until tomorrow morning.”

Khonshu suddenly picked you up, your legs wrapping around Jake’s hips as he carried you to your bedroom. You took the time to pepper his neck with kisses, careful not to leave a mark, unlike him. You didn’t want to imagine the fallout of Layla finding hickeys on Marc/Steven that didn’t come from her.

He tossed you onto your bed, barely giving you time to adjust before he was on you once more. His tongue invaded your mouth, fighting yours for dominance as he quickly pulled at your clothes, uncaring of the fabric tearing in his rush.

You pushed off Jake’s cap, shoving his leather jacket from his shoulders and then finally helping Khonshu rid the white shirt beneath. It wasn’t his body, but there was no denying you didn’t feel a rush of arousal from feeling hardened muscle beneath your hands, or the soft, sparse hair along his chest, growing thicker close to where his pants sat low on his hips.

“Not now, my little moonstone,” he purred as he pulled your hands away from Jake’s belt (and you were completely unaware of the curses Jake was spitting in their mind.) “I have to teach you a lesson first.”

For being a god that didn’t have lips or a tongue (that you knew about) Khonshu was surprisingly talented. While he was rough against your neck, biting you hard enough you were sure he was about to draw blood; his touch became gentle as he reached your breasts. You gasped as he took your nipple in his borrowed mouth, sucking gently as his tongue swirled over the stiffening peak. You tangled your fingers in their hair, your breath coming in small gasps as his hand cupped your other breast, giving it attention as well, though rougher as he pinched and rolled your nipple between well-calloused fingers.

“God, fuck, Khonshu,” you moaned, hips rolling in an attempt to find some kind of friction to the growing need between your legs. But his own were too far for you to rut against, and his other hand was pressed against your hip, keeping you pinned down into the mattress. “Please.”

He gave one last hard suck to your nipple before letting go, Jake’s dark eyes glancing up at you, but you swore the moon was somehow reflected in them. “So needy already? I’ve barely done anything.”

“Quit being so smug,” you whined. “I need you.”

He chuckled, the hand holding you down moving to slip beneath your underwear, fingers rubbing against your moistened core. You cried as you arched against him, fingers raking over his muscled shoulders. “Once I’m done with you, you’ll realize I have every right to be smug.”

He pulled your underwear down as he sat back on his heels, adjusting himself between your legs. You felt yourself grow warm seeing him like that. It may have been Jake’s face, but something in you recognized that heady expression as Khonshu. Maybe it was the moonlight reflected in his eyes, the almost-arrogant, righteous expression on his face.

Or maybe your soul just recognized him by now, even if he was possessing another’s body.

He gripped your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders and making you squeak out of surprise, which only made his smirk widen. His gaze shifted to your groin, and a shiver ran through you as he licked his lips.

Heavens, if you weren’t already ruined before, that expression would have been warning enough. You instinctively gripped the pillow beneath your head moments before his mouth met your flesh.

Jake’s tongue was hot and firm as he used it to split your lower lips, brushing against the tender tissue they hid. You managed to take a deep breath to hold back a cry, but that was all the restraint you could manage before his tongue plunged into you, curling and stroking between harsh sucks with far too much experience for this to be his first time.

Obscene sounds filled the room as he continued his attack, both the sloppy noise as he ate you out as well as your own begs and whines. It was only a short matter of minutes before you felt your first orgasm approaching; your muscles tightening in your abdomen almost painfully before ecstasy snapped through your body, your scream echoing into the room.

But Khonshu didn’t stop. He merely adjusted his position, his fingers replacing his tongue inside you while he teased your clit with his tongue. Your legs spasmed as you cried out again, bucking against his face until his grip became too strong for you to barely wiggle against him.

A second, and then third orgasm washed over you. Tears pricked your eyes from the over-stimulation and you were nearly ready to beg him to stop when he allowed your hips to fall back to the mattress as he sat up, wiping his face and then sucking his fingers clean.

“I don’t want to hear another word about my lack of skill again,” he warned as he pulled himself up from your legs, the street light bathing Jake’s muscular form in golden light as he towered over you. “Or I’ll be forced to deal more harshly with your impudence.”

Your body was limp, worn out from the multiple orgasms he wrung from you. Unfortunately, with your mind barely more the mush, you had no sense of self preservation as you shot out: “Going to have to run that… by Layla,” you panted, your eyes closed as you struggled with the overwhelming sensations. “Make sure the boys… aren’t sharing their abilities with you.“

Khonshu gripped your face, guiding you to look up at him; pitch black eyes with the small speck of silver moonlight. You couldn’t tell if he was aroused, angry, or both as he glared down at you. “Give up, my little moonstone. I doubt your body can handle much more.”

Despite everything, you grinned back at him, looking as impish as ever. “Now, have you ever known me to give up so easily?” you let go of the headboard and gripped Jake’s black, curly locks and pulled him into a rough kiss.

He matched the passion as he cradled your head tenderly despite the small bites and growls. The kisses he left along your neck and cheek were reverent, the roll of his hips against yours needy, begging for your acceptance. “You think handle one more, dearest?”

Your answer was just your hands finding the buckle of Jake’s belt once more, fumbling with it in desperation. He broke away from you, making quick work of both belt and pants, letting Jake’s cock free. It was hard and engorged already, yet Khonshu seemed to enjoy the expression on your face as he took it in hand, stroking it slowly.

“Khonshu," you whined, parting your legs, opening yourself to him in a silent beg. You wanted him inside you, now. Former orgasms be damned.

And heavens, seeing you so wet and wanting was about to drive the god insane. He quickly settled his avatar’s body between your parted thighs, groaning as your thick thighs quickly wrapped around Jake’s narrow hips. You were so wet and wanting that he slipped inside you with the slightest thrust. Khonshu groaned against your neck as he hilted completely inside you, delighting and indulging in the sensations as your cunt quivered around him. Soft and tight and deliciously wet against Jake’s hard, throbbing member.

Khonshu delighted even more in the noises that escaped your lips when he started to move. He took his time thrusting into your core, trying to memorize the feel of you before he lost himself to pleasure as well. He praised you as his lips moved against your neck, and then swallowed your pleas as Jake’s lips met yours.

When he could feel his own orgasm approaching, he shifted and gripped your thighs once more, the shift in position making you cry out. Your eyes met his, blown wide with pleasure before he changed his pace; his thrusts becoming sharp, quick, and verging on vicious as his hips slammed against yours again and again. All to hear your quiet sounds become screams of pleasure. Your nails dug and scratched down whatever grip you could find, and he delighted in the points of pain as he came, filling you full.

He was gasping for breath as he fell against you, shifting so he laid beside you. The feeling of exhaustion next to bliss was an odd, new, yet rather pleasant experience for the god.

You groaned as you shifted to curl next to him, bumping the top of your head against his chin. “Marc and Steven are going to be pissed about those scratches.”

“I can heal them.” But not right now. He liked the idea of his beloved marking his body, even if it wasn’t technically his. Just as he enjoyed the image of his work scattered across your own, proof about how wrong your little quip was.

He looked down, barely able to see you as you rest against him. His avatar’s body was smaller than his own, and it didn’t quite feel right as he tried to wrap his arm around your shoulders but not reaching quite as far as normal. You didn’t fit quite right against him, leaving him feel slightly disgruntled.

“No offense to Marc, Steven, or Jake,” you muttered, either thinking the same thing or feeling him through the bond. “They are definitely a very handsome man. But I like your body better, though I’m not even sure why.”

“Because I am a god and they’re merely a mortal?” He offered, a hint of jesting in his tone that makes you snort and slap him slightly on the chest.

“Sure, whatever you say. Or maybe it’s just because I have a monster fetish”

“I am a god, not a monster.”

“Depends really on who you ask,” you quipped, before silencing his argument with a kiss. He grumbled against your lips, but cupped your cheek to prevent your from pulling too far away.

Pleasantly exhausted himself, Jake made a mental note to find more excuses in the future that would stir Khonshu’s jealousy.

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