#Moon knight arthur x male reader

[dominantslasherking]

Hi hi hi can I recuest for Arthur Harrow with a really posesive and rough reader pls??? Thank you

Arthur Harrow with Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

Backstory: Imagine, having Arthur as your Avatar(You're a god) and you find out he's trying to bring back Ammit, you are not pleased.

Imagine Yandere S/o but also Yandere Arthur as well. Arthur is like a masochist in this one. Btw Kinda fluffy---But in a good way that it fits with the story

"Arthur," Your rough voice rang out, gripping his jaw while bringing him into a kiss, as your other hand made its way to his waist, "Please--wait, not here...in front of everyone!" Arthur pleaded slightly whimpering under your touch, in front of everyone he meant Ammit's other little cult members.

"Only you can see me though." You grumbled, your hand slipping under his shirt while taking your hand off his haw and a handful of his hair before shoving his head back so you can kiss along his neck. "Mr. Harrow...are you alright?" A woman piped up seeing his estranged state.

Arthur tried to bob his head, gasping as you go of him, suddenly disappearing; Most likely back to Harrow's rooms.

"You shouldn't have interrupted." Arthur Harrow scolded the woman, regaining his composure, before staring at her blankly as he fixed his shirt. Arthur had to admit, he liked it when you were like this, treating him coldly and rough. It simply annoyed him that someone would dare interrupt your actions, but the woman was new and didn't understand, so he let it slide, but have someone inform her of what 'that' was.

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You paced around your human lover's room, your avatar, after he had left the previous god he was working for, "Khonshu" sometime later he found you, but Arthur was different from the stories of him previously known as Khonshus avatar, But now you know he is actually working for Ammit, and you weren't pleased, Ammits judgment was all wrong, her judgment is just one fate of the coin. One could easily defy the fates and change their 'destiny' Ammit only sees one of the multiple paths.

This is why you hated that bitch so much, you were the god of Destiny and souls, and to know that she had some type of control over your avatar, well it pissed you off.

Arthur had finally returned to his room, setting down Ammit's chain, as he saw you break from your human form and stalk towards him, your overwhelming power bringing him to his knees. "Please!-She was not informed of our ways--I" Arthur was confused, he thought you were angry with one of the followers of Ammit that interrupted the 'session'

"Bring your punishment on me...and--and no one else." Arthur pleaded, well more like begged, he wanted it, he wanted to feel any type of pain inflicted on him from you. Arthur knew he was a sinner, he was so fucking sinful and he knew he would never be a part of Ammit's paradise, because of sickening ways, he liked being hurt, he fucking loved it, especially from a holy being such as yourself.

Slowly Arthur was lifted up in the air by the neck and placed in your lap, your body was much larger than his since you were indeed in your god form. "When...were you going to tell me about Ammit?" You whispered lowly.

Arthur choked on his spit, not expecting you to find out, he tried so damn hard...to...to keep it a secret. "What is she giving you?" You growled out, your hand still placed on Arthurs's throat but not squeezing.

"She..promise the world would be paradise." Arthur calmly stated, closing his eyes while trying to calm his beating heart, "What else." You continued to prod, your arms wrapping around Arthur, nearly covering his entire body, because of your god form, slowly you started to shrink back to human size, holding Arthur firmly still in your grasp. "No other gods expect you and her, she promised that I could be with you forever," Arthur admitted his voice cracking at the thought of such things.

A low rumble escaped your throat pleased at his confession as you, stand up with him, slowly leaning down and biting into his neck, before leaving scattered kisses. "Even without Ammit, my sweet Avatar, I never planned to let you go." Arthur leaned into your touch slowly, enjoying the possessive behavior you display for him, it made him swell with joy, "If you refused to be with me forever, I would have imprisoned you." Arthur's calm voice spoke, hugging your torse as he smiled against your aggressive love bites.

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[r0b1ns]

MARVEL - CUDDLING POSITIONS

X MALE READER

CHARACTERS: Matt Murdock, Eddie Brock, Steven grant, mark Spector, Jake lockley, Arthur harrow, Thor, Bruce banner, jack Russell

CW: none

WORD COUNT: 400+

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MATT MURDOCK

Usually doesn't like to cuddle but when he's stressed he likes when you hug him behind, no matter what position and just wrap you hands around him and hold him close.

EDDIE BROCK

Likes to lay on top of you, head to chest and wrap his arm and leg around you. Venom will likely get jealous and wrap himself all around you and push Eddie away. Eventually let's Eddie back. Please rub eddies hair.

STEVEN GRANT

He likes spooning you. It just makes him feel like he's protecting you. He hugs you and knows you're there and not going anywhere. Clinging super tight to you so cherish every moment of breathing.

MARK SPECTOR

Won't admit to anyone but he just can't fall asleep unless ur both facing each other and you pulling him onto your chest and wrapping your limbs around him. He's always the one who protects and makes sure you're alright, but in bed he likes when you protect him and take control (😉😉)

JAKE LOCKLEY

He doesn't like cuddling so you have to insist. When it does happen you just lay on his chest with his arm around you.

THOR

He's a big spoon. Yes A big spoon. He almost swallows your whole body with his limbs. Puts his leg around your waist. Sometimes he ends up on top of you, your face squishing into the pillow and you can barley move.

ARTHUR HARROW

He only likes when the top half of your body is on his chest, your arms fold to your face and his are wrapped around you. He doesn't move a lot in his sleep so it's the most comfortable position for him.

BRUCE BANNER

He usually lays on top of you, head to chest, and you play with his hair. He melts when you do this, it makes him feel so relaxed and safe. At the beginning of your relationship he was too afraid the do this so you just cuddled him from behind, but when you started doing this every day he understood you like cuddling and won't mind him making the first move.

JACK RUSSELL

Honestly every position where he's the one being cuddled. It makes him forget his a "monster", he feels like a regular man, who's boyfriend will protect him no matter what. He loves it when you rub his hair (he does have some wolfie traits) and he wants to cuddle every chance he gets. Wants as much skin to skin contact as possible.

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!GIFS ARE NOT MINE!

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[littleoddwriter]

Hi! I hope you're doing good 🤙

I wanted to ask for headcanons of Arthur Harrow with a trans boyfriend who trains to be really strong and always shows off

Remember to eat well and drink water 💖

Arthur Harrow x Trans!Male!Reader | Headcanons

Hi there! Thanks, I hope you are good, too! <3 Oh, yes, thank you for the request and your kindness, I hope you like these and that you're eating well and drinking water as well. <3 <3 <3

notes; Trans!Male!Reader; Working Out; Showing Off; Light Body Worship (SFW); Mention of Gender Dysphoria.

Since Arthur works out regularly as well - although not nearly as much as you - you two often do it together, which allows you to show off even more. And he loves every second of it.

He can barely focus on his own work out, as his eyes always lock on you and roam over your body, taking it all in while his mind is drifting away into fantasies about you. It's lucky for you both that you have turned the empty room in your apartment into one for working out.

Thus, he feels free to stop mid-training to come up to you during your break. He asks - or rather orders - you to take your shirt off, which you do with a knowing smirk. He can't deny the way his breath stutters every time he sees your body.

Arthur puts his hands on your shoulders and slowly moves them down to your solid chest and stomach, admiring them. And then he goes from your stomach back up to your chest and down your strong, muscular arms. It's almost like a massage, and when he first did this he actually lied to make you think he's simply interested in relaxing your muscles.

By now he's shameless about his appreciation, considering that you very much enjoy it and want him to openly like what he sees. After all, what's the point in you showing off your body for him if he doesn't appreciate it properly?

Most of the time, it's completely quiet when he's admiring your work, but sometimes he also uses those moments to softly tell you how proud he is of you; how far you've come in case you have a day where it's hard to see it; how breathtaking you are; how you're already so strong, both in terms of your body and mind.

Such tender moments especially help you on days where you work out almost aggressively because you're feeling dysphoric and want to get rid of that with your training. And Arthur knows that. It's why he takes his time to really let you internalise what he's saying.

#sorry for only focusing on when they work out but i do hope you like what i've done with it anyway ^^" #trans male reader #arthur harrow #arthur harrow x reader #arthur harrow x you #moon knight harrow #ethan hawke #headcanon

[hefeydonmyrauthatiliharkonnen]

I had a dream about Arthur but I don’t remember wtf happened I just remember following him around like a lost puppy. I want him so bad.

#arthur harrow x male reader #Arthur Harrow #moon knight

[jokeringcutio]

Arthur Harrow x Amnesia Reader Wife

Fandom: Moon Knight Rating: Teen Summary: You wake up with Amnesia to find your doting husband Arthur Harrow by your bedside. Tags: Amnesia, hospital, sweet love, memory loss, husband and wife. Written for @nicktremblaywayfu AN: Look, I wrote something sweet and gentle for once 8')

You woke up to the beeping of machinery. Eyes blinked open to a white chamber. You couldn’t remember your room being this bright. Then again, you couldn’t remember much of anything.

“Finally,” a male voice sounded, near to you, and you did your best to turn your head – which seemed hard. It felt as if you’d bumped it and moving it made you all dizzy. Your neck felt stiff, as did your spine. But you managed. “You’re awake.”

Your eyes found the shape of a man, only several feet away from the side of your bed. When he saw your eyes had opened and were lain upon him, he took a careful step closer. The corner of his lips trembled as if emotions pulled at the smile he held. Why? You should have wondered. Why did he seem so shaken by seeing you awake?

But instead, you were in awe at the sight of him. This man, with his pristine suit and his bright eyes that seemed to bore into you. This man whose hair framed his face like some kind of renaissance painting. He enraptured you. “Do I know you?” you managed to bring out, happy to even find the right words.

There was a flash of pain in his eyes, but it was gone before you could fully notice it. You studied his clothes. They weren’t like those you could remember of your peers. Your friends wore comfy clothes, or stylish brand clothes if they had the money to. But this man, he looked older than your friends. And his hair, which reached his shoulders, was longer than you recalled to be fashionable.

“You’re weird,” you concluded out loud. And you saw how the man’s eyes crinkled, how a spark of delight shone within them as he halted next to your bed and carefully placed a hand on top of the covers. He leaned over you, not too close but not far away, making it easier for you to study his features. By God, he was… “Beautiful,” you whispered, finishing your sentence out loud.

The man’s smile became even broader. It seemed as if it was hard for him to school his expression. Either that, or he didn’t want to.

“I think you’re confused, sweetheart. You are the beautiful one here,” the man said, his voice low and gentle. You thought you liked the sound of it. It sent a tingle right down your tummy and between your legs. Yes, you definitely liked this man.

Carefully, you reached out a hand. It worked. Your fingers moved, until you brushed a knuckle against his cheek. He felt soft and familiar. “You’re cute,” you murmured. It was as if there was no filter to your words. Anything that came up in your brain came gushing out.

The man smiled again, but he let you study him without interfering. Your fingertips traced the shake of his chin, down to his neck. Your thumb brushed past his lips. Kissable, you thought. And then, when you looked up at his eyes, you saw such passion within them. Emotions running deep. Love, you wondered. Could it be love?

“You’re really cute,” you said while your fingers traced the outline of his face before your hand fell down again. Why was it this hard to think or to remember anything? You had trouble remembering what had happened that brought you into the hospital like this. It must have been something bad, you assumed, for why else would you be this confused?

Amnesia, the doctor had told you. You’d remember again, soon.  But for now, everything was hazy.

“Shall I tell you a secret?” the man in front of you said, eyes glinting with mischief and mirth. You were curious to hear what his secret would be, and you wished you could lean in closer. But your neck was stiff, so you remained as you were and just gazed up at him.

The strange man leaned over you, his hair falling down his face like a curtain. But you could still see his emotions as he lowered himself down upon you. His lips sought out yours, brushing past them in a not-so-chaste kiss. His eyes closed and his long lashes fell against his cheeks while he deepened the kiss.

It felt good. Heavenly even. But still, this man was a stranger to you. Your eyes had flown open wide and you gaped at him as he broke the kiss, lips parted wide. You could not believe that this had happened to you. The cute guy had kissed you? “You kissed me?” you cried out, not believing what had just occurred. The man grinned down at you and nodded, then dove in to kiss you again.

This time, the kiss was slower, gentler. You felt his tongue brush past your lips, then slip in between until it brushed against yours. The taste of him was familiar and nice. You wished you could have more of him, taste more. He ignited a hunger you hadn’t known you could possess.

You wished you could bring your hands up and around his neck, and pull him even closer. You wished you could make it so that he could not turn away and then you never would let him go.

But as he broke the kiss and you whimpered sadly, you felt a pang of regret deep within your chest. You wanted to hold him close, but now the kiss was done. And he still hadn’t told you his secret yet.

“So, what was it?” you slurred. You sounded like you were drunk. Must be the medicine, you thought. Or the hit on your head – or whatever had happened to you.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. One of gentle joy. “Just that your cute and beautiful husband has missed you,” he whispered, and it felt as if your heart was ready to pound out of its cage. Because did that man just say husband? Him? Your husband?

You gaped at him, gasped, and then looked some more, before he, smiling, leaned in again and captured your lips in another kiss. You wished you could deepen it and kissed him back with all you had.

The sweet kiss ended way too soon to your liking. And the man leaned back and smiled down at you. Pure mirth was in his eyes while he traced his thumb past your forehead. It was a caress of skillful hands. And it felt homely and comforting. Familiar as well.

You gazed up at him and smiled. “My husband?” you whispered, not quite sure if you fully understood what he had just said. Was this another dream?

But then he confirmed it with a nod and a soft growled ‘yes’. “You got hurt, sweetheart. I know you forgot what happened to you. But some evil man has hit your head.”

You blinked at him. “He hit my head?” Why would anyone do that?

The man hummed. “Deliberately.” Why would anyone do that to you? You had never made any enemies, or had you?

“Why?” you asked innocently. “And what’s your name, husband? Or should I keep calling you husband?”

The man chuckled and shook his head, brown and grey hairs tangling as if the motion made them dance. “No matter how much I like it when you call me your husband, I will refresh your mind. Does the name Arthur ring any bells?”

“Arthur?” you murmured, tasting the name on your tongue. It felt familiar, so it must be a name you had said many times before.

“Yes, Mrs. Harrow. Well done,” he praised you, and you felt your cheeks burn a healthy red color.

But then Arthur’s face fell again when he remembered the other question you had just asked. “That man,” he started, his smile now entirely gone. It was as if he had lost himself in thought – or memory – for he glanced away from you. You saw how he pressed his fingertips against each other, a pensive gesture, while his tongue pressed against his lower teeth. He was thinking. Whatever he was going to say befell him hard.

“That man,” he said, more firmly now. His lucid blue eyes darted back to your face and you could see the emotions swirl within them. “He was after me. You got hurt because he knew how much you meant to me.”

You grew quiet. A silent ‘o’ formed on your lips as you tried to digest that information.

Then you looked up again. You felt little, small. And you saw by the way his eyes softened when he met yours that he understood how you felt. It was as if he could read your mind, you thought. But could he read that too? Or that? Or -?

“Do you have many enemies?” you carefully asked. Your hand slipped out of the blankets again and your fingers twitched. You could not read him, but the gesture had been clear enough. Arthur, your Arthur, reached out to take your hand in his own and gently squeezed your palm as a sign of comfort. It worked. You started to feel calm again. Calm, warm, and not as little as you had before.

“Sweetheart,” the pet name came out as a breathless whisper, but you had heard it nonetheless. “If I had known the danger you’d be in, I’d never had taken the risk of bringing you along.”

A sudden flash of sand was before your eyes. It was short, and lasted only a second or two, but it was enough for you to have seen it. A memory, you knew.  High sand hills, not dunes like the ones you’d seen before. These were higher. The sand was like gold. The sun upon you hot and humid.

A man and a woman stood in front of you. Their clothes were like costumes, not the daily wear you’d expect people to wear. The man was in a white suit that encased him fully. The woman with her black curly hair had wings like a scarab. She looked at you with pure concentration, but her arms were being raised as if she were a predator ready to pounce.

And then the memory was gone again.

“Are you all right, love?” Arthur was looking worriedly at you. His right hand was behind your head, his left on your collarbone, the pressure light. He was studying you with such intensity that you felt you had to apologize. “Yes,” you said, forcing a small smile. “Yes, Arthur, I am all right.”

A spark of doubt appeared in his eyes, but when your smile didn’t waver, you saw that he started to relax again. His own smile returned, ever so wide, while he wrapped his arms around you. You felt his chin press on your shoulder and felt his hot breath on your neck before he placed a delicate kiss there. His arms squeezed you slightly as if he was afraid to let go.

“You are the light of my life,” you heard him whisper. “My own sun. My moonbeam. A little goddess in her own right. The only one I could not bear to lose.”

Another memory flashed before your eyes. Of Arthur standing tall, cane in his hand, on the tall sand dunes. An angry expression on his face. Agony, you thought. Sadness, hatred, and agony. The ugly sight of pain. And that same man in the white suit emerged and raised a sword to strike him down. Your husband had made enemies all right. But just before the image faded you saw Arthur spin around and block the sword that swung at him. His retaliation was swift, the hit hard. Blood spurted, and sprayed like a fountain. He had hit his mark with the expertise of a trained and skillful killer.

You blinked and the memory was gone again. In its stead, there was only the feeling of Arthur’s strong arms around you, holding you lovingly and with care. And as he embraced you, the warmth of his arms comfortingly around your frame, you could hear him whisper softly in your ear.

“I love you. One day, you will remember how much."

He just didn't know yet that without having all your memories, there was one thing you could never forget. And that was how much you loved him in turn.

~*~ AN: I know the prompt you send me was slightly different, but this came out and I decided to post it as well. The Dr. Harrow one will be online somewhere soon as well ;D And I am working on another little Harrow x Reader treat that er.. might take a bit longer. Anyway, hope you enjoyed <3 As always, not beta read. Will fix mistakes later on.

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[sofiaaaaaaaa03]

The Nosy Neighbor

Title: The Nosy Neighbor

Pairing: Marc Spector/Steven Grant x GN Platonic Young Adult Reader

Word Cound: 2,803

Request:

omg you’re back!!! i hope you’re doing alright, life’s treating you well and all that.

since you’re looking for requests might a suggest a platonic/familial moon knight x reader (maybe a male reader but gn works too!) where the reader is a teen that’s a part of Harrow’s cult. Moon boys try help the reader get out of the cult but unfortunately reader is stubborn af. eventually they realise that Arthur is taking advantage of them and start reluctantly helping Moon Knight. Marc maybe even seeing a bit of himself in the reader when it comes to their attitude towards others (just being rude and blunt to everyone).

thank you for the chance, and again great to see you back!

A/N: Here you go!!! I'm a bit worried I didn't make them very stubborn but I hope you don't mind it much. I hope you enjoy!!! And yes, life has been treating me well. I've only been at the gym and studying lol.

“You’re a lousy spy. Did you know that?”

Sitting in the shaded London apartment on a rather gloomy day, Steven Grant sat at his kitchen table with a mug of tea in his hands and the eyes of a spy staring right at him. Now there were many things about Steven’s life that he could permit reason for having someone observe his every move. Such as how little legal paperwork the man has compared to his alter from the Americas, Marc Spector, or how he and his alter work as vigilantes for an ancient Egyptian God. The system itself was an abnormality that gave many concerns to different parties around the globe. It was a matter of time before someone was sent to observe the system’s every movement. What caught Steven, and even Marc, off guard about the whole spy situation was how it was this specific neighbor. 

“Can’t say it was something I’ve been properly trained for.” spoke the spy before they took a long sip of the tea that Steven had offered them. 

No, no. Marc fretted inside of the system. They’re too young. If Harrow’s reaching out to kids like this then he’s getting desperate. 

“Has Harrow gotten desperate?” Steven asked the spy, only to receive a lame shrug. “You’re just a kid.”

Steven, shut up. That was rhetorical.

“Ouch. This kid still managed to get more information on you in two days than Harrow’s gotten in two years. So if you’re going to insult me, at least do it remembering that I can send everything I have on you with a simple rendezvous point away.”

Inside of the system Steven could feel Marc seethe in anger. The marine insisted to be released so that he may deal with the spy, but Steven ignored him and straightened himself up in his seat. 

The spy in question was a neighbor from across the hall of Steven’s apartment. Y/n l/n, he’d learned the first week when he’d moved into the apartment. They’d introduced themselves while Steven was fumbling for his keys amongst the moving boxes outside of his flat. His first impression of them wasn’t much. Just a young chap, probably in university, and though they seemed nice, they had a sort of attitude in the way they responded. Rather abrupt and tended to keep to themselves. But they were still up for conversation whenever they found Steven in the hallway. That was something the museum tour guide liked about the chap. 

So, for the next few days while Steven was moving into the apartment y/n would exit their own apartment to make small talk with the man before heading out on an errand. It was a habit that was maintained even after Steven was moved into the complex, as he often saw his neighbor while passing in the hallway. He was really pleased to have someone to talk to other than silent street performers or lonesome paintings in the museum, even if the kid could be a pain to talk to.

Marc had never made conversation with the kid himself. During one particular conversation with Steven he’d made it known that the kid probably lived alone. That thought alone never bothered him, as he’d seen all sorts back in Chicago. 

But then the kid started to annoy Marc. Slowly their eventual chance encounters turned to daily occurances. Steven never minded it but to Marc he grew irked. The kid seemed to leave exactly as Steven or Marc was at the threshold of their apartment, rummaging for their keys, always inquiring about what they’ve been up to and asked questions that would require them to go into specific detail of their life, that Marc suspected that something was up. Perhaps their neighbor was eager to learn the details of the system’s life for an employer. Harrow, maybe? The CIA? He’d warned Steven to not speak to their neighbor until he’d figured out a way to deal with the young thing, but Steven went and did the exact opposite of Marc’s warning by inviting y/n into their own apartment.

The spy observed the apartment around them while Steven was in thought. “You have a nice apartment, shame it’s such a mess.”

“It’s not that messy,” Steven dismissed the look they gave him, “I don’ suppose you want anotha cuppa?”

y/n looked to the mug in their hand and sloshed it around before nodding. “Yeah, why not. I think I’ve gotten past the suspicion that you’re trying to poison me.”

Steven smiled at the young thing with a chuckle, relieved that despite the situation they had a sense of humor, and grabbed the kettle that sat between the two. As he poured the steaming liquid into the mugs, there was a sort of silence in the air. He tried to ignore the look that y/n gave him, probably expecting for him to continue the conversation. 

“Thank you,” y/n accepted the mug from the gift shopist, “So how long have you known?”

“Known that you’ve been spying on us?” Steven sat back in his seat, “oh, we’ve known for a bit. Marc started catchin’ on ‘bit before me, but I’s was in denial about it. ‘Just that you’d been so nice an’ all, I told him ‘No, Marc, they’re just a nice chap. It’s just the generation these days, they don’t take the time to get to know their neighbors, we’re just not used to it when someone like them comes along’.”

He chuckled at his words, shaking his head and reaching for his reading glasses. “But a few weeks ago, Marc noticed you started receiving flowers. Tulips, always were tulips at your doormat. They’d came same time every week with a letter attached. That’s how your employers been communication’ with you, hasn’t he?” 

“Wow,” y/n chuckled in exasperation, and almost in disbelief at the accusations thrown by the man, “so let me get this straight, you’re accusation of me being a spy is because I’ve been receiving flowers? Is that all?”

“Quite is, actually.” 

“I’m sorry, Steven, but if you can’t see people as an enemy just because they have a partner and you don’t.”

“See, no you don’t. You know how I know?” Marc leaned over with his knees resting on his knees. “Cause all of this time we’ve met in the hallway, not once were you accompanied by your ‘partner’.  You keep to yourself. You don’t have people over. Not even kids your age. So even a one-nighter walking out of your door is going to catch my attention. But same as me, you’ve not been catching many fishes out there, hm?”

There was silence. y/n glared at the marine at the string of words they’d received. All the while the marine observed their expression with a snide smirk written on his lips. Marc didn’t particularly blame them for the way they looked at him, but he paid no mind in showing the teen the attitude they’d given the gift shopist for these last few weeks. 

“You know your boss has a real good sense of humor,” Marc tapped the mug against the table before hovering the ceramic to his lips. He spoke again before taking a swig. “ ‘Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.’ Way back in the day a Chinese general used to say that. He never lost a battle. Harrow must look up to him, choosing you for the job. Being across the hall can really let you into someone’s life.”

y/n looked at him as though they had no clue who they were speaking with. “Is it still you or is it the history buff talking now?”

“Nope, still me.” Marc clarified, unperturbed by the kid’s confusion. “I know a bit about history myself.”

“Oh.” y/n mused. Their eyes glanced between the marine and the cup between his fingers. “Sorry, it just seems like you’re more the muscle than the brains.”

Marc, completely ignoring the insult thrown at him, took another swig of his drink while y/n spoke again, making a face when he realized he’d drank Steven’s tea. “Alright, I’m a spy. What are you gonna do about it? Kill me? That’s not going to stop Harrow, he’s going to make the world right. ”

They watched the marine stand up from the table and make his way to the kitchen. Sitting atop the counter was a half-full pot of coffee he’d prepared earlier in the day. He grabbed a new mug from the counter and prepared his drink.

“We’s just wanna talk, is all. Understand why you’re doing what you’re doing.” Steven grabbed Marc’s cup of coffee and took a seat at the kitchen table once more. This time he’d pulled his seat closer to the young thing and nestled his forearms onto the table. “ well, I do. Marc just wants to get you out of our way and deal with Harrow already.”

“.”

Steven chuckled, “So, how did this whole thing start between you and Harrow?”

The spy took a long look at him. Steven could tell that they were debating as to whether or not to disclose such private information to their supposed enemy. They looked at him with a stone face, fingers tapping in thought before they weighed in their decision. Expression morphing to match the sigh of defeat they exhaled, y/n hunched over their cup and watched the tea leaves in their drink. 

“First time Harrow approached me about doing all of this I told him I’d do a lousy job, that I’d get caught. I told him to find someone else in town that could do it, but he was insistent for me to do it. Said that I was chosen to do it, that I was meant to do it.” They were mumbling, barely above a whisper that Marc had to lean closer to hear their words. Finally, after a few moments, they inhaled, straightening themselves into the chair. “Were you blipped?”

Marc observed the kid for a moment before answering. “No, I wasn’t.”

“I was a part of the population that was Blipped some years ago. When I came back there was no home to go back to and none of my family was accounted for, and the whole world didn’t care about people like me. But Harrow cared. He opened up his town to those who needed it and took the time to get to know every single person who came to him. Eventually, Arthur received a vision from the gods that he was meant to create a perfect world. He said that everyone who ever did us wrong would be punished. I mean, the world would be pure again. But he had a problem, you…”

y/n took a sip from their cup. All the while, Marc could only look at the teen with a straight face despite his anxiousness to the kid. It was obvious that the young thing suffered from Stockholm syndrome. They had the whole world turn their back on them. It was only natural that now they were so agreeing to the one person who showed them right, however double-sided it could have been.

“Harrow could easily send his men to my apartment and finish me off if he wanted to.” Marc admitted, knowing that his current living situation wasn’t exactly fort knox. “So why bother sending a spy on me?” 

“He said he wanted to know what makes you tick. Whether the rumors that you were unwell were true.” 

y/n paused and spoke with hesitation in his voice. “If there really are two of you in there.”

From inside the system, Steven shifted uncomfortably. It seemed that the news of the system spreads fast. 

“ ‘If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.’ “

y/n smirked, amused by the words that the marine mumbled. “Same general said that? Or are you making shit up now.”

“Same one,” Marc acknowledged the young thing before Steven fronted. Immediately the man’s posture shrank and the little spy felt more at ease with the gift shopist accompanying them. “You do realize that what Harrow’s doing is wrong, don’ you?” 

“Bringing justice to those who commit wrongs?” y/n shook their head confidently. “I don’t see anything wrong about that.”

Steven stared at y/n in disbelief, letting out a small scoff. “You don’ see anything wron- you can’t be serious? He’s probably about to take out half the planet. Aren’t you pissed from that guy- that- Thanos? Do you really want something like that to happen again? After everything you’ve been through?”

“The difference between him and Harrow is that it's all perfectly designed. Harrow brings justice to all of this! He’s wanting to kill off people before they get the chance to do something wrong! The people who were blipped, were blipped without discrimination. Doctors, murderers, criminals, children, lawyers! There were innocent people whose lives were ruined. My life was ruined. I was innocent.“

Marc’s voice was stern and rigid, trying to clear y/n’s riled up demeanor before they got more worked up. Only they were still going.

“You’re putting a perfect world at jeopardy, Harrow needs to make sure you don’t get in the way and-”

“Alright, stop, stop, stop.” Marc holds up his palm to the young thing in a final attempt to stop them, careful not to show any sign of aggression. “It’s mass genocide.” 

y/n stared at the marine for a long moment, showing no sign of speaking. Maybe they were realizing the depth of Marc’s words? Had he gotten through? If so, he needed to act fast. So, Marc grabs his chair and pulls it so that he sits closer to the young thing. “Alright, y/n, I’m gonna need you to listen very carefully to me. Okay? Now, I know Harrow took you into his wing, fed you, clothed you, gave you a place to go, an’ you feel like you want to do what you can to help him. Pay him back, even. Trust me, I’ve been there before. Owed my life to a god myself and it got me in more trouble than you know. But Harrow’s working with a god whose concept of crimes is much different than you and I’s are, so there are people who are going to be punished for things that aren’t as bad as we make ‘em to be. And if it comes down to that you are called to die for a crime that you have yet to commit, do you think Harrow’s going to vouch for you? Well, do you?”

The spy, unwavering eyes staring into Marc’s own, said nothing. But they didn’t need to. Marc knew very well that he was slowly making sense to the young thing.

“What’s happened to you is going to happen again, only this time you’re going to see what a mess the world was when you left it. It wasn’t a pretty sight. And between you and I, I don’t think the world can handle something like that happening once more. Now, it doesn’t have to be this way. You can change that. But you’re gonna have to help me. how about you and I work together, hm? The more I know about how Harrow’s whole operation works, the better I’ll be able to take him down. How’s that sound, hm?”

Though Marc didn’t get his answer right away, instead he shot back against his chair when y/n abruptly stood up from the table and began to make their way to the door. Reaching for their shoes that they’d left, drenched in water from the rain outside, they hurriedly put them on.

“You’re crazy,” They grumbled from the doorway. Marc remained seated at his place from the table. 

“Please, let me walk you out.” Steven stood up from the seat and reached for the door. He opened it, stepping to the side and patiently waited for y/n as they finished. 

“Just think about my offer.” Marc urged as y/n straightened themselves up and gazed at him with reluctance in their eyes. “There are worse enemies out there than me, yknow.”

y/n, in all their confidence, strode past the marine and exited into the hallway of the floor that they shared. Swiftly they strode to their apartment at the end of the hall, and as Marc watched them he watched how their stride fell almost too quickly when they noticed a bouquet of tulips awaiting their doorstep. 

Now, Marc didn’t know what exactly was in the letter that waited inside of the bouquet. But whatever was written inside of that piece of paper had made y/n question the theology behind Harrow’s conquest, as a few hours after their lovely conversation were they waiting outside of his doorstep with tulips in their hands. 

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Bloody Beetle | Part Two

Summary: after being almost killed by Harrow, the reader deals with declining health, while Steven deals with everything else; including his wife

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader, some Arthur Harrow x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: talk about death, reader is super weak and ill for all of this, angtsy, Arthur Harrow (apparently he is his own warning)

A/N: you guys requested part two so here we go, I hope you like it! There will be at least one more chapter of this story, maybe more... A lot of the dialogue is taken from episode 2 so all credit to the fabulous Moon Knight writers for that. As always, spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

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Part One | Series Masterlist

“I’m Marc, Marc Spector. It’s good to finally meet you.” 

“I don’t… I don't understand…” 

As you stare up at the man above you, trying to make sense of how this ‘Marc’ can look so much like your Steven, you feel yourself begin to drift out of consciousness.

— — — — 

You awake to the sound of raised voices. A female voice you don't recognise, and a male one that you do. 

“Steven?” Your voice croaks as you sit up and look around. You appear to be in some sort of attic like apartment, dark and filled with enough books to start a library. “Steven?” You call again, louder this time as you slowly swing your legs to the side of the bed.

“Y/N! Oh my God you're awake!” Steven rushes to your side “How are you feeling?” 

“I don’t know- where am I? How did I get here?” You ask, attempting to stand but your head starts spinning causing you to stumble. 

“Woah woah, slow down” Steven catches you and helps you sit back on the edge of the bed “let me get you some water”

“I got it” another voice startles you as a woman appears with a glass and hands it to you.

“thanks…” you say slowly, looking from the woman to Steven as you take a sip of water. 

“This is Layla, she… uh… she’s-”

“His wife.” Layla interrupts.

“Wife?!” You nearly choke on your drink. “I didn’t know you were married” you say, trying to sound casual despite the sinking feeling in your chest. You’d liked Steven for a while now, but never had the courage to actually ask him out. Maybe its a good job you didn't.

“No! No no, I’m not but Marc is apparently.” Steven flusters, then quickly turns to Layla “not that there’s anything wrong with being married to you, you seem lovely but I-”

“Look I just need you to sign the papers that you sent me, and then we won’t be married anymore and you can carry on with this weird Steven act that you have going on. Okay?” 

“I told you it’s not an act, I am Steven!”

“I’m really sorry to break up… whatever this is” you interrupt as they resume bickering “But I really need someone to explain to me what the hell is going on before I actually lose my mind!”

There’s an awkward moment of silence as the two look at you in shock while you catch your breath after your little outburst. 

“Layla can you give us a minute please?” Steven says gently, without taking his eyes off you. 

Layla doesn’t say anything as she turns and disappears to the kitchen. 

Steven takes a deep breath before explaining to you as best he could what had happened since you were unconscious. About discovering this other guy, Marc Spector, living inside him. How Marc had carried you back to Steven’s flat after you passed out in the museum, and how you’d been asleep for a whole day. About how in the time you’d been asleep he’d fought a jackal and accidentally destroyed the museum toilets in the process, then been found by Layla who helped him escape the giant skeleton bird that was chasing him. 

“Khonshu?” You ask in disbelief “You’re an avatar for the Egyptian God of the moon?” 

“Well Marc is, but I guess kind of? It’s really complicated, I haven’t quite worked it out myself yet.”

“And the creepy guy from the museum is an avatar for Ammit?”

“Yep”

“And he’s looking for this beetle thing so he can free her and judge every living soul on this planet?”

“Bingo” 

“So what makes him think that you know where it is?” 

“Because he has it” Layla appears again, holding a shining golden beetle in her hand.

“Layla-” Steven starts but Layla stops him.

“Don’t. After everything we’ve been through, fighting side by side Marc-”

“I am not Marc Spector!” Steven shouts, startling you. “I’m Steven Grant. I work in a gift shop- well I used to work in a gift shop.”

“What do you mean, ‘used to’?” You ask, your heart sinking again at the thought of being at work without him by your side. 

“I got fired. For vandalising the toilet.” He turns back to Layla “Listen, I don’t want anything to do with that scarab but Y/N is in real danger and I think I am too. And I think that you might be the only person that can help us.” He pauses “Please” 

There’s a silence as Layla looks between Steven and you, thinking about her next move. 

“You really don’t remember why we’ve been looking for this?” She asks, Steven shakes his head. “Our adventures? Our life together?” 

“God I wish I could”

A knock at the door makes the three of you jump. 

“Steven Grant? Can we have a word?” A voice calls from the other side of the door.

“Oh God they’ve come for me” Steven looks panicked.

There’s another knock.

“Just a minute” Steven responds slowly making his way to the door and opening it just enough to see the people on the other side. 

You and Layla exchange nervous glances while Steven has a hushed conversation at the front door. Suddenly the door bangs open as one of the officers barges through the door, and when you turn back you realise Layla is gone. You just catch a glimpse of her as she disappears through the window out onto the roof. 

“Is this about the toilet? Because it’s been dealt with, I’ve been sacked” You hear Steven nervously rambling as the officers begin looking around the flat. 

The female stops when she sees you sat on the bed, glancing from you to the foot of the bed. This is when you notice the restraints attached to the base of the bed. “Everything okay here?” She asks casually but clearly checking on you. You nod.

“Oh, I have a sleeping disorder.” Steven states before continuing his rambling “and well, the museum said they wouldn’t press charges as long as I do it in instalments, they said-”

“What’s this?” The male officer suddenly appears holding a small pyramid shaped object. 

“Its a paper weight”

“Where did you get it?”

“…paperweight shop” Steven replies, nervously watching the other officer as she circles near you. 

You watch as she goes to the window and looks out as if she’s searching for something. You hope Layla was smart enough to hide. Its only when she retreats back inside you realise you’ve been holding your breath and let out a sigh. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” The lady asks you, quieter this time so only you can hear. 

“Yeah, I’m just feeling a little under the weather today” you reply trying to sound relaxed despite the sudden intrusion and the constant spinning in your head.

“You’re in possession of a stolen item” you hear the male officer telling Steven.

“No, I don’t have it. I don’t. It’s not here.” Steven pleads as the officer searches through a gym bag on the table, pulling out a passport. 

“Marc Spector?” He questions. 

“That’s not mine”

“Funny that. Fella looks just like you.”

“Fake passport and a thief. I think you best come with us son.” The female officer says as the male handcuffs Steven. “You too love” she turns to you.

“No, she hasn't- she’s nothing to do with this!” Steven argues but they don’t listen. The female officer gestures for you to follow and you feel a wave of panic. What if you pass out again? Will they think Steven has done something to you? 

You take a breath and stand, closing your eyes tightly as the room spins.

“Please, she’s not well” you hear Steven almost begging them to leave you alone and feel a pair of hands hold you up by the arm. You open your eyes and the female looks at you. 

“We won’t cuff you, but we do need you to come with us” she explains, leading you to the door and out of the building. 

— — — — 

The car journey is mostly spent leaning against the headrest behind you while you listen to the officers in the front of the car argue with Steven about who he is and what he’s done. 

“We’ve only got ourselves a full blown international fugitive” the woman says. 

“It’s not- it’s a mistake. It’s not me”

“Marc Spector was part of a team of mercenaries that hit a dig site in Egypt. Here’s what they did to the archeologists. Zip tied and shot in the back of the head, execution style.”

“That’s dark man” the male officer says in disgust. 

“No, no, no. I didn’t do that” he turns to look at you “That’s not me”

“Of course you didn’t… Steven” the female officer says sarcastically, but Steven remains looking at you like he’s desperate for you to believe him. 

Eventually the car comes to a stop and you look out the window to see you’re in some random dark back street. 

“I thought we were going to the police station” Steven says as the male officer looks at him through the mirror. 

“Now why would you think that?” He replies sinisterly and as he adjusts the rearview mirror you spot the scale tattoo on his wrist. Another wave of panic hits you.

“Sit tight yeah” the woman says as they both exit the car, leaving you and Steven alone.

“No” Steven whispers under his breath, sounding defeated.

“Why would they bring us here?” You ask as you try to open the locked car doors.

“I don’t know exactly, but those tattoos…” Steven doesn’t finish his sentence, too distracted searching the darkness through the car window.

“Steven… I’m scared” you admit and he turns to you.

“I know, Y/N, I am so so sorry I dragged you into this-”

“-But if this is about that beetle, you cannot give it to him.”

Steven is about to argue when a bang makes you both jump and you see a young girl running near the car. Steven taps his head against the glass window as you both shout trying to get her attention. 

“Hello! Excuse me, could you help us? Help please, we’ve been kidnapped!”

The girl bends down to grab something then stands up, holding a football in the air and exposing the scale tattoo on her wrist. 

“She's one too” 

Steven looks past you, to his reflection in the glass window. 

“No, no I saw what you did to those people” he shakes his head.

“Steven?” You ask, looking at the window next to you to see there’s no one there “Who are you talking to?” He turns to look at his reflection in the rearview mirror.

“I am never giving you control again. Ever!” He shouts, and you realise he’s talking to Marc. “Do you hear me?”

“I hear you loud and clear, Steven Grant of the gift shop.” A voice comes through the car radio, a voice that sends a shiver through your body. 

Suddenly the car doors are opened, causing Steven to fall out and you hear a thud as he hits the floor. 

“Steven!” You shout as two hands grab you, pulling you from the car. “Get off me! Steven?!” 

“I’m sorry for the wait” Arthur Harrow says as he crouches beside Steven “We just needed a chance to better understand your situation. Let’s get you out of those cuffs.”

He takes the keys off the female ‘officer’ and removes Stevens handcuffs as the ‘officers’ walk away. 

“Well no wonder your scales don’t balance.” He helps Steven stand up. “It must be very difficult having all those voices inside one head. Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Khonshu. I’m curious, do you think Khonshu chose you as his avatar because your mind would be so easy to break or because it was broken already?”

“I’m not broken.” Steven argues “Just need some help, maybe.”

“Thats right. That’s why I’m here, to help.” He turns his attention to you as the person holding you leads you around the car to stand by Steven. “Ah, Y/N Y/L/N. I am so very glad to be seeing you again. How are you?” 

Arthur gestures for the person holding you to release you and as he does you feel your body go weak. You stumble forward and Arthur catches you, holding you up and looking into your eyes like he’s studying your soul.

“She’s ill because of you” Steven states angrily from beside you.

“No” Arthur says calmly, still studying you with his piercing blue eyes “her evil has made her ill”

“I am not evil” you try to sound strong buy your voice comes out as a breathless whisper.

“Maybe not…” he places a hand on your cheek, gently moving a strand of hair that has fallen across your face “…but your actions will be.” He looks at you with such sadness that you feel your own eyes begin to water. Then suddenly he removes his hand and gestures for one of his followers to come. “Please take our sick friend to one of the guest rooms to rest.”

“No, I’m not going anywhere” you look at Steven in fear.

“Don’t worry, Steven will be right here.” Arthur reassures you as two random women take you by the arm, not harshly but firm enough to know you can’t fight back. “I just need a moment to talk with him alone."

“Steven!” You call out and he can hear the panic in your voice. You look over your shoulder at him as you're pulled away.

“I’ll find you” he says, and you see in his eyes that he means it. “I promise”

In that moment you feel you can trust this man with your life. 

You allow them to lead you away from the busy communal area and to a quiet bedroom. They help you into bed, lay you down and make sure you're comfortable before leaving you to rest. The minute your body relaxes into the mattress you feel like you could fall asleep. You fight to stay awake, wanting Steven to come find you. It doesn’t take long for the exhaustion to take over, pulling you into a deep sleep.

— — — — 

A low rumbling shakes through the building, waking you up. In the distance you hear shouting and the sound of Harrow’s followers running outside your door. You try to sit up but your body has lost all strength. 

“Hello? Steven? Anyone?” You call out but no one comes. 

After what feels like a lifetime, but was probably only half an hour later, you hear the door to your room finally open. The sound of footsteps and a cane tapping the floor let you know that Harrow has entered the room and is making his way around the bed to the side you’re laying. He stops when he’s in your view. 

“I trust you had a good sleep” he says, resting his hands on his cane. 

“What’s going on? I heard shouting… Where’s Steven?” 

Arthur sighs, gesturing to the edge of the bed “May I sit?” You give him a small nod and he sits, looking at you sympathetically. “Steven’s gone Y/N” 

“What?”

“He left, with another girl and the scarab.”

“Layla…” you whisper under your breath, realising she must have come for him “no, no he wouldn’t just leave me here. He wouldn’t-”

“He did”

“He promised!” You try to sit up but fall straight back down, defeated and exhausted. Harrow watches you silently for a moment as you squeeze your eyes shut tightly, but tears still escape.

“I’m sorry” he says softly, causing you to look at him “humanity can be so disappointing”

“I don’t blame him for leaving me behind, dragging around a dying girl can really slow you down” your voice croaks, causing Harrow to silently reach for the glass of water on the bedside table. He holds the glass to your lips allowing you to take a drink. When youre finished he places the glass back down and returns to just sitting observing you. “If you’re gonna kill me please just do it” you snap and he smirks. 

“Why would I kill you?”

“Steven’s not going to give you that beetle thing, and I wouldn’t let him even if he tried.”

“You would sacrifice your life to save the evil people in this world?” He looks genuinely fascinated by you.

“Not everyone who does bad things is evil! You don’t know people’s circumstances, the events in their lives that led to them doing the wrong thing. We should try to help people, steer them to doing good things, not condemn them before they even have a chance.” Shaking your head as you speak causes a wave of pain to shoot through your body and you let out a grunt, closing your eyes tightly and taking a breath. “How long do I have left?” 

As you slowly open your eyes to look at Harrow, you notice he almost looks remorseful. He stands up from the bed, reaching over to place a hand on your head and gripping his cane with the other.

“Go back to sleep now. It’ll be over soon.” 

And with that he turns and leaves, as you once again drift into darkness. 

Part Three

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......... Hello everyone! I am here bringing you Part 2 of my story 𝓜𝓻 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓶𝓪𝓷. I still am not certain exactly how many parts, most like 6 if things continue going well! I thank everyone for the likes and reblogs 😩😩. Most importantly they will be weekly updates on this series. Once a week on Friday. Gives me time to write and incorporate that week's episode in some way! Ahhh. 

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𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: EPISODE 1 and 2 SPOILERS! Curing (a lot lol), (some)Violence, (some) Blood, , Alcoholism, Mentions of Cheating, STEAMY MAKE OUT. Marc and Steven with only boxers.

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: You are the avatar for Anubis the Egyptian God of death. Both your god and Konshu, God of the Moon, have a similar goal in mind. Find Ammit's tomb before Arthur Harrow. You journey to London searching for Marc Spector (Moon Knight). Not only do you find Marc but discover there is more than one side to him.

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London was busy even during a non-rush hour, typical. (Y/n) and Marc still managed to snag a trolly. He explained their situation including that Steven had been left in the dark for many years. She merely listened to Marc talk, storing everything he said as gospel. (Y/n) is known as a judgmental person, not about this. Her empathy not only fell on Marc but poor Steven who is on the verge of mentally breaking. Marc said Steven knew nothing about his agreement with Konshu. Plus Marc convinced Konshu not to harm Steven. (Y/n) felt identical annoying examples where Anubis told her how it would go and by now, she knew not to question her master.

  “After all these years Steven has fought me. A wall built up despite everything he-...Never fought back THIS hard. I don’t understand why.” Marc’s tone sounds more vulnerable and just as confused when Steven would ramble. “He sorta knows I am here then continues to deny it, us. Konshu is not a big help either.” He grumbles, dark brown eyes rolling over (Y/n)’s features. 

The female stayed quiet most of their ride letting him vent. After all, this woman vexed him, stubborn, hot-headed, independent, and bossy as fuck. It reminded Marc too much of himself. He never met anyone who flat out did not listen to orders he gave. (Y/n) is smart, funny, and could match anyone's attitude. From day one he denied feelings for her. Marc's mind fought against him as he craved this woman in so many imaginative ways. Just one feel of her lump red lips would be enough. A light cocky smirk crossed his face, “I must ask, if you recall, not long ago mentioned me being handsome, correct?” He asked, (Y/n) groaned regretting such a comment about the arrogant male. No reason to withhold, (Y/n) nods in agreement. “Ah perfect, on a scale of 1 to 10 how handsome am I? Do not be shy, love, I know how good I look.” Marc adds, licking his lips. 

(Y/n) glared in his direction he cornered the woman in a question she rather not answer. Day and night she thought of Marc even if they fight like an ‘old married couple’ Anubis said. He may have looks…oh God this man is hot. Funny enough her thoughts for once matched Marc, he was too much like her, which is not a good thing when (Y/) hates herself.  “Hmph, I only said that because I knew your arrogant ass would respond. If you want me to answer I can. You will not like my honesty, baby.” The female turned, getting a better look at Marc, pretending to carefully study him.

“Darling I might have to charge you if you look any longer.” He whispers moving closer brushing a few (h/c) locks back. A husky Chicago accent purred into (Y/n)'s ear. She pouts and slightly turned pink around her cheeks.

“I might buy depending on your prices…I would rate you a 3.6 out of 10. Steven is a 10 out of 10 easily.” She looked innocently. Marc knew she was far, VERY, very far from innocent. He gave an offended look over her rating. “I can explain. It’s just Steven is hot, you are only handsome.” 

“I-I will pretend not to be hurt, love. I am surprised by your rating being low. How is Steven a 10?! Maybe a 2 and that’s being nice we share the same body woman!”

“Perhaps your body is identical… you know, personality matters. Steven is a pleasure to be around. You are just annoying, and that's being nice~" The woman chuckled until Marc grew stiff. Head tilting back and eyes rolled violently, "Steven?" 

Steven looked frantic, panicking, and glanced around, unable to focus on anything a mess inside his head. Chattering incoherent words eyes surveying the entire trolley. Everything was sudden, loud, and unfamiliar. (Y/n) quickly intervened cupping his face bringing Steven back to reality, to her. “Hey Steven, honey, shh look at me.” Her voice soothed the male baby brown eyes down, brows knitting together. “It’s alright I am here for you. Once we get to the storage locker we can sort all this out sounds ok?” A moment passed Steven said nothing simply mesmerized by the Goddess in front of him.

“W-what? Storage locker: how did…you know about the key I found. Never mind- at least you know where to go.” He sounded relieved. (Y/N) stared blankly at him.

“Shit.” She groaned.

It took hours going from company to company looking for the matching emblem, his key was a square, red, with what looked to be a J in white that extended to the edges. During this long mission (Y/n) and Steven spoke about personal things. Marc never was open just simply facts because they were ‘professional partners’ he did not see the use in meaningless conversation. She rarely felt comfortable talking about her background. 

Alone for 5 years does a lot to someone, especially with an annoying God inside.  Steven asked her to be honest even played a little question game. It felt like she poured her entire life story onto Steven Grant unable to quit. His brown eyes peered at her so lovingly and offered a few words or statements periodically brushing his fingers against her. Subtle and respectful.

 (Y/n) was the oldest child with one younger (brother/sister, they shared a 2-year difference, and their bond was rocky. Her mother and father were both middle-class workers and held strict traditional views. She constantly worked for their approval. Devoting her hours to ridiculous obligations in faith they would love her, either equal or more than (sibling/name). As mature adults, she reprehended her relationship with (s/n). During their youth, she blamed them for why her parents despised her. (Y/n) also had a small friend group. People who were trustworthy and loyal had been met during her college years. In all her parents never truly gave her love or attention. The only comfort she had were friends.

Her romantic relationships were nothing but toxic: a woman desperate for love, compassion, affection, just a man to be there, and right now Steven is that man she yearned for.

 Before Anubis or Thanos she worked in New York for a law firm as their legal secretary. Emily spent her time rambling a summary yet meaningful conversation with Steven. Time felt like it went by slowly. Caught up in his eyes, British accent, adorable blushes, and apologizes. (Y/n) never met a man like Steven and she planned on keeping him. He also returned the favor by talking about his life. Steven had trouble expressing his emotions. What if she thought he was a creep? Weirdo or even worse?! He never wanted to kiss someone, pull her close, and simply lose himself in the (e/c) eyes.

“Sometimes I feel this is a dream.”

“Why do you say that?” She asked pulling him closer.

“Because a perfect woman cannot be real…you are something from a dream.”

“Can you fucking stop being the sweetest man in the whole world?” She chuckled as Steven stumbled over many apologies. “I wish Marc could be a sweet darling like you, Steven. Too nice for your good. I don’t see how a woman hasn’t snatched you up."

Steven shrugged, “Maybe I just haven’t found the one. I spent years trying but…I always ruined it because no one understands me…I thought perhaps I will never get love…Until today that is.” He whispered a smooth hint.

6 units later they finally reached their destination. (Y/N) intertwines her feminine fingers with Steven, who currently is flushed. No woman ever gave this needy man attention, a man seeking desperately for true love. She may enjoy Marc, but Steven won her heart. “Come on, let's find out what Marc's hiding.” She pulled Steven along. Across the street, into the building, and greeting the clerk. Steven cleared his throat.

“Hello, mate, uh this been like our 6th stop, yeah, my locker maybe under Steven Grant, or Marc I don’t a surname-“

“Spector. Marc Spector.” (Y/n) adds flashing Steven a smile.

“Ah, Yes I remember you. Number 043. I never forget a face. This way please.” Once at Steven’s (more like Marc’s) locker, they once again thank the employee. Steven breathes in deeply, a nervous look written over his handsome face.

“Want me to go in or wait out here?” (Y/n) held Steven close, an urge to protect him from everything. He needed someone and she desired to be needed. A perfect match.

“I-I need to find out for myself. Thank you (Y/n) for listening to me. My dumb rambling. I just met you but- I feel we've known each other for eternity...I'll be quick." 

She nods walking off a bit to let Steven have room. Anubis appeared behind her. However, she could hear Konshu's faint voice

'Why is she entertaining this worm?' 

"You are to work with Marc, he needs to be in control. Steven holds us back." Anubis said. 

"No, Konshu is taking advantage of them. Haunting Steven that also makes Marc's life harder. Besides I am ready to be done with this mission to get you out of my damn head. Do you gods ever care? You enslave humans to be your fucking Avatars...my past cannot be erased. Hell, I am wanted in almost every country by a different name! You Gods act as if you are good. Helping humanity but you sacrifice others." She argued walking off from Anubis. "I am done listening to you! I am fucking over it. Like this or not Steven is also my priority. Marc and Steven share the same body but hell...they are different." 

'Steven is an annoying worm. I only agreed to allow him to live because Marc made this deal. Great, now they are fighting.' Konshu said.  She continued walking, very frustrated. 

"Where exactly do you think you are going?' Anubis inquired, appearing in front of her. 

"To get some air. Away from you. Fuck this place it's a maze!" She groaned going down a long hall. (Y/n) may conserve supernatural but...the woman's sense of direction is her weakness. 

"You should have stayed with Marc." Anubis sighed hearing his screams. "Konshu is not happy with you or Steven. Little one."

"Well tell Konshu he can shove the scarab up his big bird-looking ass." She yelled at Anubis. "Now he is scaring the shit out of him! STEVEN! Hey- Great just great now I am lost the screams are bouncing off all the fucking doors." Eventually finding her way back out into the streets with no Steven Grant insight. "Fuck you Konshu!" (Y/n) yelled. "Now I have to walk back to his flat, just amazing." 

She trotted back to Mark's apartment about 20 minutes later. (Y/n) is pissed at not only Anubis but Konshu as well. "Having to walk 20 minutes..." The female grumbled to herself and in some regards Anubis. Without even knocking she kicked the door open. A blank stare glancing at a woman and flustered Steven. "What...the fuck…?" 

"Who the hell is this Marc? Are you serious? I thought you said you lived alone " 

He looked awkward standing there with glasses on and papers in one hand. "Err- I uh. This is (Y/n). I do live alone. This is my mum's flat."

(Y/n) glanced at the mystery woman. "Who are you?!" She demands very confused. 

" Layla his wife. Soon to be ex when you sign the papers Marc lose the accent. It's really annoying. First, you disappear now...under the name Steven Grant and seeing this woman?"

(Y/n) felt her eyes sting as tears threatened to fall. "Fuck this. I don't care. You are good Marc. Manipulation is your fucking specialty!" She yelled storming out, Steven called her name desperately but she only ran faster. Down the stairs and out the door. Anubis appeared about to speak. 

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" She screams walking past the God onlookers seemed puzzled by this outburst. Back at her apartment, she sat down regaining her breath. All the flirting from Marc or even Steven they...he...was married to…Layla  Whoever the fuck that was. (Y/n) felt played. It was embarrassing having intentions with a married man. 

"Are you done pouting?" Anubis asked, sitting beside her on the bed. 

"Tch. Im fucking done have my body forever. I never want to see Marc or Steven again." 

"Because you love him-them is why you are upset?

"What does it matter? You have what you want. My body to be your stupid avatar...yeah love, see love is always the issue. It's not real. Just made up. Besides, aren't you married? The books I read spoke about your wife." 

Anubis frowns, "Anput and I have a rather long history, yes. I haven't seen her for a while." The God like Konshu had been banished, cast aside. "Love is not easy...not even for the gods, my dear. You simple humans are blind sometimes. Since being your God I have not seen you so open before. Perhaps second chances are needed...besides this is not just about personal goals. If Harrow resurrects Ammit. This universe will be endangered. Including the few you care for."

(Y/n) looked over to Anubis, "I hate when you are right. Fine where to? Egypt?" Anubis nods. She took a moment. "I need rest. Will you take control?" (Y/n) asked. 

"Of course my dear." Despite their arguments, hate, and God knows what else, literally.  A silent bond grew between the human and deity. (Y/n) closed her eyes saying goodbye to her London apartment. 

A gasp left her lips coming back looking at her surroundings. In some Egyptian hotel, in front of a door. She knocks on the door and it flung open, the female is ready to scream at Marc or Steven whoever had the spot. That idea stops noticing he is partially wearing nothing. She didn't say a word looking over his body. The way his necklace fell perfect between a tan chest. Maybe not a 6 pack but God did she want to rub his body. His dark skin was fucking gorgeous. 

"How long are you going to drool over me? Get the hell in here." Marc's harsh voice came. (Y/n) narrowed her eyes walking into the room...what happened? A mess, a complete mess, glass is broken, and Marc had already sat down his bottle. After she left Marc and Steven were thrown into a heated battle. Marc's decision not to sign those papers 3 months ago now affected the relationship he wanted, they wanted, with (Y/n). He cared for Layla but...he chose (Y/n). Marc being an idiot believed he doesn't deserve love. Which Steven hatefully agreed. Plus (Y/n) didn't even get to see Steven in his suit!

"Where is the fucking scarab Marc? Tch you also failed to mention you and Steven had a wife! What a fucking shock you-" 

"Had. I signed the damn papers if that makes you less butt hurt. Steven had no idea. This is between us...I lost the Scarab. Harrow has it right now. Tomorrow we will have to search for-" 

"YOU LOST IT?! Fuck Marc….I- You- Put some close on despite how much I fucking hate you this-" (Y/n) paused frantically waving her hands gesturing to his body," Is not helping anything. Anubis sorta- convince me to be here. If Harrow manages to find Ammit- God I should have stayed... you are useless sometimes Marc!"

"In my defense, if Steven had not gone psycho Colonel Sanders maybe we wouldn't be in this mess!" He yelled half at (Y/n) the rest directly at the broken mirror 

"Marc. Let me speak to Steve. Now." (Y/n) walked closer. "Please," Marc growled looking down at her. The woman unsettled him. "Fine. But he must give the body back." For any other person, even Konshu, Marc would have never listened. Instantly his poster slumped, eyes tearing up, Steven really didn't know. "I-I'm sorry. I would never hurt you! I am not a cheater. Marc is he never told me. NO, YOU SHUT UP." He yelled over to the mirror. 

"You can see him?... Steven, I should have not gotten so angry about it- fuck. It just - I like you, Steven…Anubis told me love was complicated even for the Gods. Love has been an overly dramatic aspect in- In the short time I known you...I can't stop thinking about you. Wanting to give this, us, a shot." 

Steven blushed innocently looking down before his doe eyes met hers"Are you asking on a date?"

"Fuck yeah stop being so cute please it's going to kill me." (Y/n) chuckled, moving her eyes back down to his chest, "Hmm." She touched his bare peck's tracing around the Star of David Steven shudders. "Can I kiss you, Steven Grant?" 

Steven opened his mouth shocked, "Y-yes. Marc is getting mad. He wants the light back." He whispered. 

"Tell him to fuck off." (Y/n) kissed Steven deeply falling with him into the bed. "You are so hot." The female snarled, pining an embarrassed Steven under her. "You seem inexperienced." 

"I am." He admits faster than ever. 

(Y/n) kisses him roughly, hands roaming his body and bits his lip earning a loud whimper. They continued their make out Steven's hands went everywhere but her body, moaning helplessly submitting to (Y/n), Steven gripped the sheets unsure of what is ok or not. He pants their mouths colliding again with such need. Her hands moved down about to reach his boxers before God intervened. 

"Enough I rather not have this image stuck in my head for eternity..." Anubis comments and this time...something off happened. She saw Konshu. How? Maybe...it was- (Y/n) was not sure exactly. 

"He kinda looks like a pigeon." (Y/n) whispers and Steven begins to laugh. "I suppose Marc does need the body back." She frowns. Steven looked away. 

"Just to let you know he isn't happy, good luck." And with that Steven is gone. 

~ To Be Continued.

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[goaways-stuff]

Masterlist

Who I write for

SUPERNATURAL:

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Castiel

Possibly Jack??

Jared Padalecki

Jensen Ackles

Misha Collins

Genevieve Padalecki

Daneel Ackles

THE CONJURING:

Ed Warren

Lorraine Warren

MOON KNIGHT:

Steven Grant

Mark Spector

Jake Lockley

Layla El-Faouly

Arthur Harrow

Oscar Isaac

THE MANDALORIAN:

Din Djarin

THE LAST OF US (2023):

Joel Miller

Tommy Miller

ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE:

Miguel O'hara

Peter B. Parker

THE ROOKIE:

John Nolan

Tim Bradford

Jackson West

Lucy Chen

Angela Lopez

Nyla Harper

Aaron Thorsen

Wesley Evers

THE ADDAMS FAMILY (1991):

Gomez Addams

Morticia Addams

OTHER:

Lin-Manuel Miranda

Doc Ock/ Otto Octavius (Spiderman)

Pedro Pascal

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Basil Stitt (Lightningface)

What I write and don't write for:

I will pretty much write for almost any kink. These are the ones excluded:

Hard ddlg/ddlb (I will do daddy kink, but I will not write a little space smut)

Scat Kink/Play

Hard Pet play (I'll write for things like collars or something, but being caged and all fours, acting like an actual pet is a hard pass for me)

Incest

Beastiality

Anything along these lines is a no. Never feel embarrassed to ask about something if I missed something on this list.

I only do x readers right now, but I will do a pair x reader :) (like cockles x reader, jarieve x reader, jeneel x reader, etc.)

I mostly write for gender neutral readers, but I also write for cis or trans male readers. At the moment, I do not write for female readers. I will do AFAB! gender neutral readers, though. But all of my works are trans friendly.

If you have any questions, feel free to send an ask in my inbox.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :)

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[dominantslasherking]

Arthur Harrow with Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

Backstory: Falling and beginning to worship a god, that is Khonshu's close friend...wasn't a part of his plan. And somehow being able to kidnap the god in his human form, make it so much easier for Arthur.

Sitting and observing on a random roof as Khonshu and you watched his avatar fight a jackal. "I quite like Steven, he's adorable." You uttered out to your dear friend, he rolled his non-existent eyes before speaking, "He is such a fool." Khonshu huffed out.

"Tell me why are you in your human form again?" Khonshu asked his large body turning to you. "Well, how can I join in on the fun, if your avatar can't even see me! Or any other villainous people, am I suppose to just...watch!" You expressed out flailing your well-toned arms.

Khonshu leaned closer to observe your human form, "Just get yourself an avatar." He bluntly and boldly told you, "Haven't found anyone that piped my interest..other than your avatar(s), who are already taken!" Khonshu buffed out in slight pride

Both the divine beings snap back to Marc who was currently in control, and talking well, more like snarling at the man who wanted the beetle which led to Ammit tomb.

"What are you exactly going to do, seduce them, you lust god." Khonshu seethed out in a slightly teasing manner.

"I'm not only the god of lust...I'm also the God of wrath and pride." You grinned out your eyes flashing, red and then into a shade of gold before residing back to their normal color, [Eye color].

"You forgot a few others..." He muttered as you slowly nodded, "Yes, yes, but I'm not really trying to...what do the humans call it...--flex? Yes...I'm not trying to ...flex, that I'm practically seven deadly sins but a god.." Sighing out, as Khonshu.

You peered closer at the two men fighting, "What's happening.." You muttered noticing the Ammit worshiper summoning more Jackals than Mark can handle, overall there were about 6 of them.

Khonshu shook with rage, not expecting the vile human to do that, "He's trying to get rid of my avatar(s)!" Khonshu raged out, the wind picking up and whipping around furiously.

"Say..please." You laughed out, noticing Khonshu realize that you could interfere since you were in your human form.

Stretching your muscles as you heard Khonshu mutter a small plead, which of course you knew is the best you could get out of him, "Alright, but don't expect me to be quick, the other gods and goddesses decided to restrict almost all of my powers in my human form." You tsked out annoyed.

It nearly took almost all of them to do this act, considering you were very powerful, however, some did refuse vividly enjoying the show you brought to them when they watched over the human realm.

Standing up abruptly, you then suddenly launched yourself off the building, rapidly making your way over two figures and of course to the jackals.

Activating your power of Envy, you looked at Khonshu's avatar, as Marc and Steven wondered what in the world you were doing staring at them for so long.

Everyone was in awe, as they watched you suddenly summon Khonshu's avatar suit, not knowing it was one of your abilities provided by the sin envy, which made you able to steal another power, or maybe barrow considering, they could still use their own but in a rather weaker state.

Not bothering to introduce yourself, you started to attack a Jackal, jumping onto it, and summoning a crescent moon sword

"Hey, Mate...why is this guy kinda cooler than you?" Steven spoke up to Marc with a laugh, as Marc completely ignored him.

Arthur watched in awe at your skill, of killing the Jackal but noticed your movements being to droop.

"Ah, shit.." You muttered under your breath, the restrictions of your god powers in your mortal form were taking a toll, and you only used an Envy ability so far. Suddenly you threw your crescent moon sword to Marc, hoping he would be able to make much more use out of it since his strength was already returning at your weakened state.

After dealing with one Jackal, you moved on to another one that you, heavily injured but got extremely annoyed at how exhausted your power was becoming, from the restriction placed on your mortal form. Not even knowing they were restricted to such an extent that you had about 5 minutes using them until you wore out.

Marc was quite skillfully dealing with the Jackals because of the handy crescent moon sword, and Steven gave some rather surprisingly useful tips on how to wield it.

You wobbled off the Jackal after it dissipated, clenching your fists you enterally cursed at the other gods, not noticing that your body began to fall, right into the arms of the Ammit worshiper, who caught you and stared at you intensely.

Arthurs's gaze was fixated on the newcomer, knowing he can't let this person get in the way of his mission, it would be quite bothersome after all, considering he didn't even know what other powers or even if he had such powers he held.

He did feel something strange around you, The other cult members of Ammit came near, finally caught up to Arthur, as he spoke to them, "Take him...Be cautious..." Arthur signaled them to go, as he trailed along, leaving Marc to deal with the Jackals he summoned.

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Groggily opening your eyes, you seemed to be in a beautiful large space room, however, your arms were dangled up, being chained, you realized your body contorted in somewhat of a larger form not fully at your godly state but somewhat there.

"I'm sorry, for the hostile way of containing you, it must be done, I really didn't expect a god to be in my hands.." Arthur gently spoke, his frame coming into your view.

Once he came closer a sigh escaped his mouth, as he gently touched the chains around your wrists, "Ammit, provided me with these, after I did a bit of praying...Some of the other Ammit followers...have filled me in about you." He continued on.

"Luckily, the chains did suddenly contort along with your body, making it able to hold you..." Arthurs's hand gently made its way to your face, as he made sure you were awake.

Arthur, however, didn't expect the rush of pleasure to invade his body, it was like a wave passing right through him.

He stopped caressing your face, stepping back a bit, the glass in his shoes clattering slightly.

"It seems you would do a lot for, Ammit right...Even though you aren't even her avatar yet..." Jealously was clearly laced in your voice, why or how was Ammit able to gain such an astonishing follower? It made your envy flair with jealousy, however at the same time, your lust flared, just how angry would Ammit be if you took her best follower and soon-to-be avatar?!

Arthur stared at you for a while as you looked at him, "Ammit...worshiper, do you wanna know a dirty secret?" You lulled out, as he stared at you in slight amusement.

"Do you want to know why Ammit practically wants to rid me from existence, it's because she says that she is able to judge people's morality, and even gods..." You uttered out, Arthur wondered where you were going to take this conversation.

"Yet, she can't even judge me correctly, a god who holds the power of the seven deadly sins.." Your voice was simply calm as you let out a weakened voice.

Suddenly you broke the chains shackling your wrists as you towered over the awe-struck Ammit worshipper.

Your voice suddenly was booming as you smiled at Arthur, "But my dear human, I can promise you something, If you become my avatar I can grant your wish, you wish to live in paradise, which I can provide!~" Of course, your paradise might differ from his, but he couldn't help but stare at you, deep down wanting to believe those words.

However he couldn't trust it...because he was betrayed and lied to by a god, whom was close to you....and yet---

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Arthurs's head was gripped, as his entire mouth was salivating on your cock his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head, as you relentlessly mouth fucked him.

Your quite literally godly, large cock, was stretching his throat nearly imaginable, Arthur could swear that if he died, he would want to with your hot, warm cum running down his throat, and filling it to abrim along with his mouth being stuffed.

Arthur wanted to suffocate himself on your cum if possible, but he did want to live and enjoy more of it, more, more, and more.

To keep his hands busy he placed them on your musclely thighs, as you were mercilessly fucking and tearing at his wet, warm enclosed throat. Arthurs's harsh gags could be heard throughout the large Villa.

Letting out a groan was pleasing to Arthur's ears, as was your husky lust-filled voice, "Alright, my sweet--Mm~ Avatar, Are you readyy-~~ For me to.." You paused pounding at his throat for a moment before finishing, "For...my divine, cum?" You hummed out with another groan, as Arthur tried to eagerly nod his head, but ended up bobbing down your cock in his throat.

Gripping Arthur's hair you kept him at a steady pace until you felt your cock throb, you suddenly slammed your cock in his throat, before doing it once more with much more force and roughness.

Cum started to explode into Arthur's throat and up to his mouth, as he kept his eyes staring into your own lust-driven ones.

The thrusts inside Arthur's mouth were now sloppy and calm, until you finally rested inside his mouth for a bit, watching as he swallowed every bit of your cum, and tried to lap up the excess cum around your cock with his tongue.

Arthurs's new-found paradise was one he wanted to keep, and his mind was no longer driven on Ammit, but the god, [Name]

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[r0b1ns]

YOU SLAP THEIR ASS

X MALE READER

Characters: Matt Murdock, Eddie Brock, Steven grant, mark Spector, jake lockley, Thor, Arthur harrow, Bruce banner, jack Russell

CW: Ass slapping, mentions of spicy times

WORD COUNT: 400+

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MATT MURDOCK

He knows.

Doesn't try and stop you tho, he actually likes it.

Gets all cheeky and cracks dirty jokes, if he's in the mood he'll be totally down to be fucked by you no matter where you are.

Arches his ass towards you on purpose.

EDDIE BROCK

Is confused.

Oh so it's like that? It's only fair to return the favor.

"What do you think you're doing human"

"What you don't like it V?"

You make a game out of it, who slaps the other more times.

Venom helps whoever was less annoying this day.

STEVEN GRANT

"Oh, haha😃❓"

Gets so blushy.

You tell him how cute his ass is

"You think.. my ass is nice?"

Doesn't know how to react but he likes it.

Secretly hopes you'll slap his ass every time you walk by, but only when you're alone.

He's really embarrassed if you do this in public and asks you to not. Respect his boundaries.

He has a thing for you playing with his ass just saying.

MARK SPECTOR

"Really? You know I could break your arm right here and now?"

Finds it kinda funny and chases you around the house, when he catches you expect your ass to be beaten.

You brought it to yourself.

Calls you a dirty boy.

JAKE LOCKLEY

Oh yeah? You really did it?

😏

Bitch I dare you to do it again.

(You do it again)

Throws you over his shoulder and onto the bed.

Pines you down "that's what you get"

Pines your head down and the rest is up to you.

THOR

"Oh? 😊"

Slaps you back.

A little hard but that's ok.

Really enjoys it, it's like a habit for the two of you.

He just does it in public, like it's a form of greeting between the two of you.

"hey babe" *ass slap, cheek kiss*

ARTHUR HARROW

"Oh you wanna play dove?"

Doesn't mind it, but won't do it himself.

"Hm I'm busy now my love but we'll continue later"

May punish you later when you're alone iykyk.

BRUCE BANNER

"Oh is everything ok? Why did you do that?"

"Just thought your ass looked cute"

"Oh ok"

Awkward smile and he's blushing.

It'll take time for him to get used to it.

But he likes it, it makes him feel good.

JACK RUSSELL

"Oo haha that's something new"

Obsessed.

He wants to feel your hand on his ass every single moment.

He's really touch starved and will want every drop of effaction and touch he can get.

Will be surprised every single time.

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!GIFS ARE NOT MINE!

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Requests are closed ♡

Main blog: @goat-monarch

My kofi: goat-monarch

A03: TheKingOfGoats

I will never write Real Person Fiction (real life actor x reader) only write his characters

I will only be doing male or gender netural reader x male character. I do not do female reader. Do not ask for anything Taylor swift related!!!

Here are the rules & masterlist also My SFW fics. Now my taglist

The characters I will be writing for are:

Pedro pascal characters

1: Din djarin / mando

2: Max Phillips

3: Maxwell lord

4: Oberyn Martell

5: Ezra

6: Shane "dio" Morrissey

7: Jack Daniels / Agent Whiskey

8: Javier Pena

9: Marcus pike

10: Marcus Moreno

11: Dave York

12: Zach Welllison

13: Frankie "catfish" morales (don't write for him anymore, sorry :/)

14: Eddie

15: Pero Tovar

16: Dieter Bravo

17: Joel Miller

18: Tim Rockford

Rdr2 male characters

1: Arthur Morgan

2: Sean Mcguire

3: Kieran Duffy

4: Hosea Matthew's (angst or fluff, no smut)

5: Charles Smith

6: Lenny Summers

7: Bill Williamson

8: Micah Bell

9: Javier Esculla

10: Josiah Trelawny

11: Leigh Grey

12: Albert Mason

Death stranding

1: Sam Porter Bridges

2: Heartman

Dream Daddy

1: Robert Small

2: Hugo Vega

3: Damien Bloodmarch

4: Brian Harding

5: Mat Stella

6: Craig Cahn

7: Joesph Christinsen

Moon Knight

1: Steven Grant

2: Marc Spector

3: Khonshu

Star wars

1: Poe Dameron

2: Cassian Andor

3: Cobb Vanth

The Boys

1: Homelander

When doing headcannons I will only be doing 4 characters.

Thank you for reading and enjoying my work!!!

@lucrezia-thoughts @thewayofthemandalorian @absurdthirst @f0rever15elf @tintinwrites

(Note for self, todo in tags)

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[dominantslasherking]

Arthur Harrow with dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+. YANDERE Arthur

Backstory: He thought Ammit was the one he needed, but he was so very wrong. Arthur found a new god, he was going to worship, whatever it takes.

You weren't a god that was typically worshipped, it was because most of the gods despised you, because their avatars and worshippers would always seem to be drawn towards you, their power on earth was rather feeble when you were in the picture.

Ammit's judgment soon tried to reach you, She sat by Ma'at scales to figure out what you truly were, but the scales broke, Ammit took it into her own hands to judge you, but she couldn't, it nearly drove her insane, were evil, were you good?

The destruction and chaos you brought down were like hell itself, but at the same time, the peace, and forgiveness, you gave were revolutionary, it was also heaven itself. The gods didn't know what to do so they locked you away, and imprisoned you, much to multiple gods that favored you dismay.

Set tried to forcefully get you out of this prison, with the help of other gods such as Khonsu, Anubis, and Hathor. unfortunately, they were unsuccessful and mourned their fellow god for not being able to see or be around them, the other gods put this betrayal on Kohnsu considering he was already despicable in their eyes, even though the other gods and goddesses tried to defend him it ended in vain.

"[Name]," Ammit whispered right before her own capture, if one person would be able to free her, it would be him, or his Avatar which he hasn't taken one in...yet.

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"Well, Well...Look who is here." You purred out in the bleak and plain area of nothingness. Ammit seethed out looking around in the prison.

The other gods and goddesses were quite lazy with their prison making...they would send all the same gods and goddesses to the same place of nothingness.

Ammit, stood up in all her glory looking at you before she let out a sigh. "Must, I really be trapped in here with YOU?" Ammit shook with annoyance as she bobbed her crocodile head.

She curiously looked at you to see you seated at a table with a game of---what is that? Ammit curiously looked at the cards.

"It's called Uno, Apophis brought it to me, he pops in on occasions..." You shrugged, "Apophis..." Ammit slowly spoke out, hatred in her eyes and voice as Apophis was a deity who embodied chaos.

Ammit slowly made her way over to you, taking a seat. "Very well.."

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Ammit flipped the table over with intense rage, "I HATE UNO, AND I HATE YOU-" Ammit stalked off into the nothingness and grumpily stomped around.

It has been over two thousand years, since playing Uno none stop with you, but for you, it has been longer, Ammit, didn't know how you did it, being able to play the same game over and over and over and OVER- And the fact that you could leave whenever you wanted even boggled her godly mind more...so she stayed with you hoping you would break out, obviously you were content on stay where you were.

She suddenly froze in her spot, slowly turning around to face you. "My power is being used..." Ammit purred out with delight, Her eyes frantically looking around as if seeing something that isn't there.

Smirking, "Luckily I won't be here for long." Ammit sat down, you knew what she was going to do, I mean, when playing Uno you both did talk a lot...she told you her plans about making the earth a peaceful place, devouring all the evil souls.

It sounded boring, I mean, there were heroes for a reason...but killing children before they could do evil that they would do in the future, sounds harsh, but who were you judging.

You looked how happy Ammit seemed to be-- A large sinister smile placed itself on your face. I mean she was one of the goddesses that placed you in this prison...

"So your...Avatar--is your way out....Well, he isn't your avatar yet huh..?" You lulled out, her nodding as she daydreamed.

"HAHAHAAHAH-" You began to laugh and hold your stomach while looking at her. "Well, it looks like I have a worshiper to woo~" You smiled got off your seat, and looked at the bleak floor below you.

"What?" Ammit was confused, you would escape this awful prison just to get back at her would yo----A portal...no a way out formed below your feet, as Ammit screeched and quickly tried to rush over to pry herself out of this prison.

But it was too late, you were gone, along with the way out!! Screaming and raging Ammit, threw out all her anger.

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Arthur looked at Mark, before calmly speaking, "Kohnsu, told you yet another lie, [Name] the god of, destruction, hatred, and yet also held the title of god of peace, and forgiveness...He is not real, there has been no record of this god." Arthur slowly spoke not knowing that it was the complete opposite.

'That makes utterly no sense, if he wasn't real why would Kohnsu constantly speak about him, I mean it's not like there is a purpose of him telling us about [Name], it's not like he's trying to use the god's name for anything...' Steven blabbered to Mark, meanwhile, Mark was closely watching Arthur.

Arthur was obviously trying to bring Mark, and Steven's trust in Kohnsu down some of it working but they still persist in stopping Arthur.

Mark suddenly jumped forward getting ready to attack, but before he could even lay a hand on him, he was thrown back by a rough force of magic power coming from Arthurs's staff.

The man let out a sigh, as he slammed his cain down, and quickly summoned Jackals, "I'm afraid this will once again be our parting." Arthur spoke, letting the Jackals deal with the avatar(s).

Arthur and the other cult members of Ammit made their way from the scene.

"Who is [Name]?" One of the female cult members asked gently, Arthur suddenly froze once she asked this question before slowly picking up his pace, after a while of walking he decided to speak.

"A made-up god, that I wanted to dedicate my life to after Kohnsu promised to let me go...He made up this god to string me along into his path of hatred and death." He slowly declaimed, letting out a sigh before giving a smile, "But it is all right, We, have Ammit now." The cult members slowly nodded.

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Arthur gently leaned back observing the view from his balcony of Siwa located in Egypt. "Paradise..." He slowly whispered closing his eyes, imagining the life of happiness that Ammit would bring.

Slowly opening his eyes, he heard someone yawn from behind him, slowly turning around he was met with a figure on his bed, relaxing while looking at him.

"It's quite rude to enter unannounced..." Arthur spoke, watching as you stretch your arms and sit up instead of laying, giving him a better view of your handsome features, your hair slightly a mess

Carefully observing your movements, his eyes trail to your outfit, before quickly stopping himself from having unpure thoughts.

"So, you want to release Ammit?" You asked standing up, and slowly making your way over to him, your body wasn't a large size like the gods loved to portray themselves to their avatars or any mortal, it was simply a normal size.

Arthur simply nodded his head, "I hope you were not sent here to stop me, the world can become a paradise, Ammit will stop any crime before it has happened, and she will devour the souls of the people who already have done bad...-" Arthur tried to sway you as he would do with anyone, he didn't want people to die really, however it was for the greater good.

His breath slightly halted as he got a better look at you, you looked exactly like how the god [Name] was described by Kohnsu.

"You use to be an avatar of Kohnsu...yes? It does really make me angry how the other gods belittle him..." Letting out a gentle hum, you slightly towered over Arthur who looked at you in awe, you should see him ever so slightly shaking.

Placing your hand on his forehead, you suddenly whispered, "Are you alright? I know how you humans are prone to sickness..." You slowly felt on his forehead, it was a normal temperature for a mortal.

"[Name]?" Arthur pronounces, his voice becoming slightly breathy. His eyes became slightly hazed with admiration and worship.

"Yes..." You asked out, watching as Arthur fell to his knees, the sounds of glass could be heard in his shoes from falling down as it made a slightly scratchy noise.

Arthur needlessly drops his cane throwing it aside slightly. His head leaning down on your legs, taking in all in, that you were real, and in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I doubted your existence- I'm sorry for my unforgivable past--" He stumbled on his words, gulping down the saliva stuck in his throat. "I'm...sorry for worshipping another- --" Arthur stopped speaking as you sightly gripped his hair, forcing him to look up at you.

Gently caressing Arthur's face with your other hand and gave him a smile watching the tears fall from his face. "It's alright, you were mine from the very beginning, hm?" You gently state as Arthur leaned into your touch.

"Good, thing you were trying to free Ammit, I mean it did give me a reason to leave the place...I was also getting tired of being imprisoned..." You muttered to him, before asking the soon-to-be ex-cult member of Ammit.

"Would you like to be my avatar?" Arthur looked at you in astonishment before eagerly nodding before using his words, "I am--Unworthy to be your avatar I--" Arthur was cut off by you helping him stand up.

"Shush, say yes, I know you want to." You smirked as he nodded his head, "Very, well.I am very---" A sudden wave of power entered Arthurs's body as he couldn't even finish speaking feeling your power glaze over his entire body.

"Most, gods use, these weird oath things on their avatars.....but I just prefer the shock on their face once they feel power entering their bodies." You explain as Arthur slowly regained his composure.

"The glass in your shoes..take them out, it makes an irritating noise when you walk." You disclose with a look of disgust.

Arthur stared at you, with a small smile on his face.

#yandere arthur harrow #yandere arthur harrow x reader #dark arthur harrow #dark arthur harrow x reader #arthur harrow x reader #arthur harrow #yandere moon knight arthur harrow #moon knight arthur harrow x reader #moon knight arthur harrow #marvel arthur harrow x reader #marvel arthur harrow #yandere marvel arthur harrow #arthur harrow imagines #Yandere arthur harrow x male reader #slashers x reader #slashers x male reader #slasher x male reader #Arthur harrow x male reader #Moon knight x male reader #Moon knight arthur x male reader

[jokeringcutio]

Fics Listed (Feb 6 '24 )

I've got new updates folks. As Tumblr pages aren't that easily clickable on the app, here's a current up to date list with some of my writing.(Tumblr kept crashing so this is list is without pics)

IN THIS ENORMOUS POST YOU"LL FIND: Black Phone | Joker (2019) | Five Night's at Freddy's (William Afton & Stepdad AU) | Scream (Stu Macher & Stepbrother AU) | House of a 1000 Corpses/Devil’s Rejects / 3 From Hell | Terrifier | Moon Knight (2022) | Blue Eye Samurai | Pokémon | Enola Holmes(2020) | Once Upon A Time | Peter Pan/Hook | Crimson Peak | (Halloween2023 list including Crimson Peak & Stranger Things & Harry Potter & First Reformed ) Click below to unfold the list and browse. There's more to come lovelies <3

The Black Phone (2022) Albert Shaw / The Grabber:

Stories: *~* The Chance to make a Change (Grabber x Reader) When you end up in front of the Grabber’s house, you decide to take matters into your own hands and stop Albert Shaw from kidnapping and murdering these innocent boys like he does in the movie. You have good intentions. But will you succeed? (Rating Explicit, Lots of warnings and tags such as older man/younger woman, age difference, size difference, rape/noncon, violence, dead dove: do not eat, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, daddy kink, major character death, etc) *~* The Gift (Grabber x Reader) Your curiosity got the better of you (Mature, though not overtly explicit, kidnapping, older man/younger woman). *~* A Gift for his Gift - Albert Shaw / The Grabber x Reader Insert [ WARNINGS ] (Explicit, Dub/noncon elements/can be seen as a continuation of ‘the gift’). *~* TEARS - Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Kidnapped!Reader (Explicit, lots of warnings, Dacryphilia, Daddy Kink, Non-con elements). Reader hasn’t succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome yet. *~* HALLOWEEN DECORATION – SWEET GRABBER X READER VERSION (Explicit) Reader is Albert’s coworker. *~* TRICK OR TREAT – SWEET GRABBER X READER VERSION (Teen, No Warnings except perhaps dark undertones? But overall quite innocent). Reader rings Albert’s doorbell to trick-or-treat. *~*  Menstruation Kink - Grabber x Reader (NSFW, lots of Warnings) *~* Just as Dangerous Grabber x (f) Reader  Explicit. Warnings. Smut. Consensual Rough play, belt choking, daddy-kink and much more. Reader has been taken by the Grabber but he discovers she has her own agenda (killer Reader). 

Drabble:

*~* What if Reader got pregnant of the Grabber and he discovered her pregnancy, Mature themes *~* Reader is Albert Shaw’s younger girlfriend and helps him unwind. Explicit, Age Difference. *~* Reader has a nightmare but is comforted by the Grabber Explicit, Stockholm Syndrome, dubcon smut. *~* Reader scratches their own arms when Albert Shaw stops them, T, but self-harm (scratching), swearing (by reader), genneutral Reader. *~* Grabber Finds a Plushie, Yellow Bunny in your backpack, NC-17 due to themes. *~* A warm spring day in the garden with your family (implied kidnapping) * ~* You’re kidnapped and have insomnia (Smut), Explicit, Non-con warning. *~* You’re kidnapped and have amnesia [ Part 1 ], Mature. [ Part 2 ] *~* You’re his new neighbor and meet him when Samson enters your garden. Sweet, light drabble, bit of flirting, Rating: Teen. *~* The Grabber returns for you after you escaped him. Modern AU. Mature. Imagine: *~* Albert Shaw x (Teacher afab) Reader - Search Party

Headcannons: *~* Grabber x Male Cop Reader

Crossovers: Black Phone & Moon Knight ~*~  Albert Shaw x Reader x Arthur Harrow “ His Brother” : When his brother Albert joins the cult, Arthur orders you to marry him. You’re a tool to keep Albert in check. Or could there be more to it? Rating: Explicit. Warnings: Explicit sexual content, strangers to lovers, forced marriage, pining, dubcon-to-con, older men/younger woman, age difference, belt/choking

Crossovers: Black Phone & Joker Ficlets: ~*~ Reader is Joker’s girlfriend trying on a new costume, J swears to take revenge on her ex-boyfriend the Grabber, Warnings 18+, sexual content, references to Badass!Reader

Drabbles:

~*~The Magician - Reader and Arthur go to see a show, but the Magician is getting a bit too friendly. Rating: PG13, no real warnings except jealousy and possessive men.  ~*~ Bumping into Albert on way to date with Arthur, Rating: Teen.

Joker (2019) Arthur Fleck/Joker: Stories: *~*The Man Who Claimed To Be Yours - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] (Arthur Fleck x Reader : You are Sophie’s hired babysitter, taking care of Gigi the best you can, when suddenly one day, Sophie’s neighbour is standing in the apartment. Explicit! Dark Themes. See all Warnings on AO3!) *~*The Princess and the Clown - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] → You are a princess at a charity and Arthur is a clown. When you say something kind to him, he becomes obsessed with you. [ Modern Day AU. Mature. *~* No Family Man [ Chapter 1|  Chapter 2]  On AO3 - Finished. Summary: You met Arthur when you were just in high school, but by the time you got into university, you knew you’d fallen for him. But then, when your parents moved, you lost him. Little did you know he would return for you. And to give you that baby you once said you wanted. Warnings: Dubcon, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome? Daddy Kink, Older man x younger woman. 

Ficlets: ~*~ Ficlet: The Librarian and the Clown (Rating Teen) You notice the man as he comes in and asks your help using the computer. You’d never imagined he would come ask for your help in an entirely different matter.   ~*~ Savior Fill: I Need You (Reader Rescues Arthur from the boys who attack him, Joker returns the favor later on). A second fill, different to the one below this. ~ * ~ Savior Fill: I can handle myself(Reader rescues Arthur from the boys who attack him, Joker returns the favor by rescuing the reader later on). Warnings: (Mature for safety due to themes) Violence, (attempted) sexual assault, Crude Language, Clown beating, Blood, Murder. Drabbles:

The Rescue (Reader being Rescued by Joker) 

Pregnant with Arthur’s baby, there are complications (Angst)

You Meet Arthur in London years after leaving him without a word

Arthur sees Reader interact with their child

At the Movies- Reader goes to watch Joker again in Cinema and encounters him.

Arthur touching Himself on the phone - While speaking to reader, based on gif. (NSFW)

Arthur finds out that you are pregnant with his child

Continuation of Arthur finding reader is pregnant

Arthur with a chubbier/curvy S/O who is really soft

Reader makes Arthur cum in his pants and he calls them mommy

Prompt Fills: *~* NSFW ALPHABET for Arthur & Joker - Mature audiences only. Christmas Visit - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] → { THIS FIC SOMEHOW IS LOST?? } Imagines: *~* Reader’s Gary’s friend and Arthur’s Blind Date Imagine HeadCanons: *~* Arthur/Joker Love Language *~* Arthur/Joker at seeing their s/o injured in hospital *~* Arthur/Joker Pleasure with Younger Reader *~* Arthur/Joker Headcanons with a younger reader *~*Arthur/Joker Headcanons for Kissing *~* Arthur/Joker Headcanons for when S/O has been kidnapped *~* Arthur/Joker Headcanons on Flirting. *~* Arthur asking Reader’s parents if he can marry you *~* Turn ons and offs for Arthur/Joker *~* HC about how Arthur and Joker would like to receive and express affection  *~* Jealousy HC for Arthur & Joker *~* Arthur/Joker x Reader, Age Difference. How it Affects Readers View of him, baby talk  (= First chapter of No Family Man) *~*On the Mental Instability of Arthur Fleck: Could you live happily ever after with him? [ An essay on a serious note] Prompt idea: *~*Prompt idea: reader is a student visiting Arkham Asylum  *~*Prompt idea: With 3 pictures *~*Prompt idea: Father went to get cigarettes

Crossovers: Black Phone & Joker Ficlets: ~*~ Reader is Joker’s girlfriend trying on a new costume, J swears to take revenge on her ex-boyfriend the Grabber, Warnings 18+, sexual content, references to Badass!Reader

Drabbles:

~*~The Magician - Reader and Arthur go to see a show, but the Magician is getting a bit too friendly. Rating: PG13, no real warnings except jealousy and possessive men.  ~*~ Bumping into Albert on way to date with Arthur, Rating: Teen.

Five Nights at Freddy 

Index: 

FNAF General Fics

Stepdad! William Afton x Reader

~*~William Afton x (f) Reader “Best Friend’s Dad”, Warnings, 18+, Explicit Sexual Content, Extremely Dubious Consent, Older man x younger woman, Friend’s dad x Reader. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Swimming Pool”, Warnings 18+, Explicit Sexual Content, Vag, fingering, hint of adultery, married older man x younger woman. You’re swimming at the local pool when you bump into a married man. If he is deliberately touching you, then why does he introduce his family to you? Surely you are imagining things, right?~*~William Afton/Steve Raglan x (f) Reader “Explore”, Warnings 18+, Explicit Sexual content, non-con/dub-con, loss of virginity, breeding kink. Reader is exploring an abandoned building when she finds a wounded man. She should not have helped him. [ Continuation MULTI-CHAPTER on AO3 ]

Stepdad! William Afton:

~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Accidental Picture”, WARNINGS: 18+, Smut, Non-con/Dub-con, Dark!William, First time (reader),  Stepdad teaches his daughter a lesson after she accidentally sends him a nude.  ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Boyfriend”, Warnings, 18+, smut, older man x younger woman, Stepdad!WilliamAfton, William is not a nice man, fingering, jealousy, creampie. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Christmas Present”, Warnings: Explicit, Sexual content, fingering, creampie, keeping it a secret from mom, smut. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Telephone Cable”, Warnings: Explicit, Sexual Content, Light choking, cock warming.

Drabbles: ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Caught In the Act”, You catch your stepdad on the toilet. Warnings: Mature, Accidental Nakedness, Confusion, Tension. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader, Mom brings up a paternity test during dinner, William is, of course, your son’s father, and no one is to know. Mature due to themes. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader Drabble, [4] Mom suggests a paternity tests while you’re eating dinner.~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Newborn”, [3]You are on your way home after giving birth to your stepdad’s child - but no one may know. Warnings: Mature. talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, name-calling, William being mean, William calling you a slut, but also: William being emotional about his baby. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Discovered”, [2] Your pregnancy is discovered by your mom. Warnings: Explicit. talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, angst, drama, William being evil/Manipulative William ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Pregnant”,  [1]Your mom has news to share. Warnings: Mature, talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, angst, drama, William being mean. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “New Year”, Explicit, SMUT. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Cinema”, Warnings: Mature, older man x younger woman, Stepdad!WilliamAfton, Family Gathering, Secret touching. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Barbecue, Warnings: Mature, older man x younger woman, Stepdad!WilliamAfton, jealousy.

STEPDAD X Male Reader Quick Drabble of M Reader discovering something’s missing from his room, Mature due to themes and implications.

Stepdad William Afton & Stepbrother Stu Macher: *Stepdad Afton is sometimes mentioned as the dad/present as a father figure/ sometimes romantically or sexually involved. Check story description/warnings for this.

Stu Macher (Scream)

~*~ Meeting Stu, Rating: Teen, Tension. Mention of Stepdad William and Stepsister Vanessa. ~*~ First Evening Meal (Footsie) Rating Mature due to themes. Mention of Stepdad Afton (getting involved under the table) ~*~ Baking Cookies with Stu, Rating: Mature due to themes. ~*~ First Time having your Period, Rating Mature due ot themes and remarks made by Stu. ~*~ First Time Bumping into Stu in the Hallway on your way to bed. Rating Mature due to themes and amibiuos comments by Stu.  ~*~ Watching Stu and his girlfriend Casey, Rating: Teen. Jealousy. Mention of Stepdad William Afton. ~*~ Stu Playing FNAF Rating: Mature. Mention of Stepdad Afton.

House of a 1000 Corpses/Devil’s Rejects / 3 From Hell Drabble/Ficlet:

~*~ Otis F*cks Reader into labor, Explicit! Smut, labor, Can be seen as a continuation of the Halloween Ritual AND Reader is pregnant as found below. ~*~ Otis discovers Reader is pregnant Mature, Can be seen as a continuation drabble of the Halloween Ritual. ~*~ Reader ends up being bred by Otis in a Halloween Ritual Explicit, Smut, Murder. ~*~ Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader Artful Pictures, Warnings 18+, Reader takes pictures of Otis’s art. ~*~ Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader “Migraine”, Warnings: 18+, Menstruation/Period Kink, Dub-con, Reader has migraine, smut. ~*~ Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader “Third Time’s a Charm”, Warnings 18+, breeding kink/pregnancy/murder etc., Can be read as a continuation of the drabble below this one: How reader is rescued, eventually, by the police. But not before having kids with Otis. ~*~Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader, Modern Au, WARNINGS: 18+ due to themes. Otis and Baby take you to the hospital. You hope to find a means to escape your captors, but you discover something more. ~*~Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader, Modern Au. WARNINGS: 18+/Noncon/Murder etc. You met him online in a game, and now you regret it.

Terrifier Drabble/Ficlet: ~*~ “Giving Birth to Art’s Baby” - Art the Clown x Reader, Explicit for Gore, Blood, Murder, Graphic Birth, Cannibalism. ~*~ Reader Bumps into a Clown at Halloween who comes to visit her house Explicit, Smut.

#albert shaw #the grabber #arthur fleck #william afton #stu macher #terrifier #otis b driftwood #not my masterlist but sorta #I wrote this

[jokeringcutio]

His - DR. Harrow x Reader / Mature Ficlet

Fandom: Moon Knight (Series 2022)

Pairing: Dr. (Arthur) Harrow x (fem identifying) Reader, Slight Jake Lockley x Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings:  Amnesia, unexpected husband, dub-con, betrayal, mature descriptions, 18+ content.

Summary: Reader had amnesia and forgot dr. Harrow was her husband before, dark twist. Written especially for @nicktremblaywayfu

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The beeping of machinery was the first thing your mind registered as you were slowly pulled out of deep darkness. You blinked your eyes open to find whiteness surrounding you. Your first thought was that you had passed into the afterlife. But then you realized you could see lines on the walls, and that you were in a chamber. You couldn’t remember your own bedroom being this bright. Then again, you couldn’t remember much of anything.

“You’re awake,” a male voice sounded, near to you, and you did your best to turn your head – which was hard to do. It felt as if you’d bumped it and moving it made you all dizzy. Your neck felt stiff, as did your spine. But you managed. “I’m glad.”

Your eyes found the shape of a man, only several feet away from the side of your bed. When he saw your eyes had opened and were lain upon him, he took a careful step closer. The corner of his lips trembled as if emotions pulled at the smile he held. Why? You should have wondered. Why did he seem so shaken by seeing you awake?

“You’re a doctor,” you stated, seeing the white clothes he was wearing. The typical doctor’s uniform. There was a slight mustache on his lips and silver-rimmed spectacles on the tip of his nose. His greying hair was pulled back. Somehow, it made him look all the more distinguished. He must be outstanding in his field, you thought. Though you had absolutely no idea if he was – or even what his field of work was. You presumed it had to do with one of your injuries. Perhaps even all of them. He was a doctor, he’d be able to mend most of them, right?

“I am,” the man calmly confirmed. You realized for the first time now that he used a cane as he walked, but only because he placed the cane in between his legs to stabilize himself, holding onto it with both of his hands now as he watched you. He was standing awfully close, you thought. 

“Are you my doctor?” you asked. A frown slid on your face when you heard how your voice lolled. It sounded like you were drunk. Must be the medicines, you thought. Perhaps they’d given you something against the pain. You knew those types of drugs could make your mind hazy.

“I am your doctor,” he paused and seemed to think about what to say next, then merely nodded in confirmation. “Yes.”

A small smile played on his lips and there was a glint in his eyes, hidden behind the glasses. What was that emotion you had spotted? Relief? Because you were awake? Or was it something more? You found it hard to tell.

“You seem a bit,” you tried to tilt your head to the side but found it hard to move. Your neck felt all stiff. “Odd,” you finally concluded.

“Odd?” he asked in turn. You thought he was remarkably professional, the way he stood next to the bed, hands upon his walking cane, expression one of calmness.

You wanted to nod but found it hard. Instead, you ran your tongue past your teeth before you spoke again. “Cute though,” you admitted.

At this point, it did not surprise you that those words came out on their own accord. Under any normal circumstances, you would have blushed madly at such a confession. But it was as if the filter had been removed from your brain. As if any words you thought came tumbling out with no way to stop them.

The man chuckled and shook his head. He looked friendly enough, you thought. A friendly, professional, and skilled doctor. And he was all yours. Guess it is my lucky day.

“Why are you smiling?” you asked, seeing how the man tried to hide his smile from you.

“It’s because,” he hesitated, then shook his head again. His eyes, which had been cast to the floor, slowly slid up to meet yours.

“Allow me to let you in on a little secret,” his words were whispered and sent a warm tingle down your spine, all the way between your legs. Such an effect this man had on you. This stranger. This doctor.

You watched with eyes wide as he leaned over the bed, the cane was placed to rest against the bedside, his hands were now free. What was he doing? You felt how he brought one hand to your shoulder, fingertips grasping you firmly yet gently, while the other was used to support himself on the bed as he bend over you.

And then his lips descended upon yours. Softly, like the touch of a feather. Lightly begging for entrance. Shocked by this sudden descent, your lips parted on their own accord, allowing him to dip in and roam his tongue past yours.

He tasted funny but nice. Warmth tingled down your spine and ignited your core. You felt yourself grow wet under his touch. And then, all of a sudden, he was gone.

You were panting rapidly, staring up at him as he sat on the edge of the bed. Not even that far away, but still the distance felt as if it were too great. You wanted him near again, wanted to feel his warmth seep through your hospital gown.

“So,” you gasped, still catching your breath. “What is your little secret, doctor?”

The man’s lips curled upwards into a smile. “You might not remember it due to the amnesia, little one,” and here you frowned because this was the first time you heard what was wrong with you. Amnesia, eh? Forgetfulness? But for how long? You frowned and looked him in the eyes.

He leaned a little closer again. Forget the professionality, you thought when he brought his right hand up to your cheek. You felt the coldness of a ring when he pressed his palm against you. His finger traced your skin gently, sending more warmth to gather in your core. “There’s something really important you need to know,” he whispered, thumb gently brushing past your lips as he looked at you with longing. As if he wished to kiss you again.

“You are my wife.”

2.

“Doctor Harrow,” the nurse said while she folded the clean linen and put it in the cupboard ahead of you. “Of course, he is one of our finest doctors.”

You pursed your lips while you thought about this. She hadn’t been the first nurse you had asked about your forgotten husband. Apparently, he wasn’t the doctor treating you. That was a lady, in fact. And she had been very nice. She’d explained to you that you had suffered trauma to the head and that it had made you forget a lot of your memories. To your idea, most of them were still there, you had just forgotten some of the more recent days.

But that could not be right, because how could you have forgotten your own husband?

It must be more than days. Weeks or months perhaps even?

You vaguely remembered Doctor Harrow’s face from somewhere before all of this. Or Arthur, as you found out he was called. He seemed to be a very respected man in the hospital, a psychologist working in a different department than where you were. But most nurses and medical staff seemed to know him and they always smiled and praised him when you asked about him. You hadn’t mentioned that you were married to the man yet. Though you knew the nurses at least were aware. Arthur had been visiting you many times during the day. He’d made sure to come by on his lunch breaks, and he had rescheduled certain appointments just so he could be with you during the day.

All the scattered moments together had made you grow more and more fond of him. He always spoke in a gentle voice and was kind and polite to the nurses and other doctors. He brought you books and sweets and made sure there were fresh flowers at the head of your bed. The stranger you had married had slowly become a friend.

You also had overheard him discuss his schedule with one of the nurses. He was trying to arrange for someone to replace him for a couple of days when you were discharged, just so he could take full-time care of you at home.

You loved the thought of that. He was your doctor all right. Your loving husband.

Your eyes fell upon the ring you now wore. Arthur had brought it for you on the second day of your stay at the hospital. He said it had been taken off because you had been through the MRI scan, which sounded logical. The ring fit perfectly and had both your own as well as Harrow’s initials in it.

To take away your doubt, he had even shown the inside of his own ring – which came off with much more ease. And though his ring was one with a big nub, much clumpier than yours, it bore the very same initials on the inside. Wedding rings, all right. There was not a doubt left on your mind.

His kisses began soft, but grew more and more demanding as the day of your discharge grew nearer. You knew Arthur used some of the authority he had in the hospital to get you discharged faster, eager to have you home again.

And when that day came, he was the one who pushed your wheelchair to the car. He was the one who drove you to an unfamiliar house he claimed was your home. And he was the one who lay you upon the blankets of an unknown bed, kissing you as if the world could come to an end any day soon now.

You trembled slightly in his hold, shy to reveal yourself to your husband, though you did not know why. Surely he must have seen it all before? He pried your hands away from your chest, admired you once he saw you in all of your glory, and the gaze in his eyes took the last of your fear away.

This man adored you, you could tell. By all the tiny gestures, by the way his eyes softened when he looked at you, by the way he claimed your lips in a kiss. This man worshipped you, you could tell. Because his fingertips placed featherlight touches upon your skin and all was done with such reverence, it felt as if you were a goddess and he was the high priest, bringing you the ultimate sacrifice.

His hips fitted snugly against your own, his pubescent hair tickling your skin. The sharp gasp that escaped you had him frown in concern, and he paused to ask if you were all right. Such a considerate lover. “It’s been a while,” he explained. “I will have to be gentle with you.”

He started a gentle pace, and soon he had you arch your back and moan his name. Your hands traced past his shoulders and chest. Wet sounds echoed through the bedroom. He became too eager to hold back and apologized for this as he started to slam into you harder. You did not mind though, it felt good to have him in you. And when he came, not much later, he kissed your neck, mustache tickling your skin. He whispered sweet little nothings in your ear and promised that next time, you would be orgasming together.

The blood on the bed made him groan, and as you stared at it in surprise – it wasn’t much but still – he quickly turned to you again and explained that he must have been too rough. “We’ve been days without, after all,” he said, a hand nervously running through his hair.

He made true of his promise that same evening and brought you to your own climax, along with his. The joined orgasm was unlike anything you had ever experienced, and it left you love him even more. This was your husband. The kind and gentle man who poured you your drink and brought it over to you. The one who would sit next to you on the couch and cuddle with you under the blanket, while snacks were at your side, provided for you both, and a video was playing on the touch-screen laptop he said was your own.

Your new life seemed perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

3.

From the start, you noticed little things that seemed odd. The moment you arrived at the house – your house, which you could not remember – you noticed that it was glaringly empty. Arthur did not own many items, as he had been at his work most of the time. But he had his closet with clothes, his golf gear, a computer he used for personal stuff, and a game console he claimed to use mostly to stay fit. It had worked for his fingers, you thought amused. Because damn, he knew how to use them.

And then there were the gardening tools, as apparently he loved to be outdoors taking care of his plants. And there was a whole lot of cooking equipment in the kitchen, because your doctor appeared to be something of a homemade cook. Though his recipes weren’t showing spectacular skill, you knew he cooked with love and delight, and you were all too happy to be pampered by your husband.

But then, there was your shared room. Part of the closet contained your clothes. And you had noticed rather quickly that you did not seem to recognize any of them. They all looked new, mint-conditioned items, and you wondered if you had ever worn them before. Some of the items didn’t fit as nicely, like a bra that was the wrong size. But Arthur had assured you he would get you a new bra the right size. And he had. But still, it made you suspicious.

You had a laptop that was worryingly empty. Not even a browser history could be found, everything dated back to the day Arthur had brought you home.

There were some plushies that he claimed were yours, but they too brought forth no memories. And the makeup in the bathroom included items you knew you would never use. Just like the bottles of perfume, which you singlehandedly dumped in the bin the very same day you found them. Arthur had merely smiled when he found them there, and said you didn’t need them either way. Your own scent was alluring enough. The comment had made you blush.

Apart from the lack of personal belongings that related to things like hobbies, there were other tiny things that roused your suspicion that something wasn’t quite right. When Arthur had to go to work again, you had filled the day by playing games on the game console. When you told him which ones you had enjoyed, he replied that they were yours. Bought specifically for you. He never mentioned this in advance, only after you claimed to like them.

There was an array of hygienic products that you did not recognize in one of the cupboards. The wrong kind of hygienic pads, for instance. You’d bought those to try them and didn’t bother to throw them away. He had said that. But upon inspecting you noticed the packaging had never been opened.

There were books you did not like that were swapped for ones you did enjoy. New items popped up around the house as if Arthur had forgotten where they were until he found them again. This usually happened after you had a conversation in which you revealed some of your interests to him. It was as if he was slowly learning to know you.

But that could not be, could it? You were his wife. The rings proved it. The nurses at the hospital knew this.

Then why, why did you not remember your life with him as days turned into weeks, and weeks slowly turned into months?

4.

You looked at the screen in horror. “Does she need to know, sir?”

“No one needs to know.”

Arthur was visible from the side. Unmistakable. It was him. Donned in different clothes, hair loose instead of kept tidy at the back. His mustache was gone, but you recognized him.

The man in front of you looked up at you expectantly. His hand hovered over the now ejected videotape. Brown eyes that pierced into yours. The man’s chest was rising and falling rapidly and sweat covered his brow.

One of the asylum patients. You would have tried to avoid him like Arthur had told you to – these patients could be violent and suffer from delusions that could turn them into dangerous men. Especially this one. This Jake.

Your hand automatically flew to your belly, protectively laying upon it. Jake’s eyes didn’t follow the movement. He didn’t have to. He already knew you were carrying Arthur’s child.

“How did you get that?” you asked, mouth suddenly dry.

“I’ll tell you something else,” Jake said, sitting up again. He raised his hands and for a moment you feared he was going to get out a weapon, like a gun or a knife. Instead, he removed a ring he had been wearing on his finger, turned it around in the air, and showed it to you.

Your eyes widened at the initials inside.

“No,” you gasped. Surely, they could not be yours?

But a pang of clarity shot through you. You’d recognized Jake the first moment you’d seen him. His face was familiar to you, even if you had difficulty telling why.

“An engagement ring. I suppose they took away yours,” Jake sounded sad. You glanced at it, studying it for authenticity “We were to be married,” Jake said, voice harsh through gritted teeth. “Then that bastard took you away from me. Took you as his own.” 

Jake clenched his jaw, eyes averted, as if looking at you hurt too much. He tried his best to get his breathing under control. The anger seeped out of each and every one of his pores.

“I remember,” you softly whispered. “I remember now.”

Jake, your friend. Jake, the man you promised to marry.

And suddenly, everything became clear. The items that suddenly appeared in the house and the way that Arthur seemed to want to pamper you, coaxing out more and more about your interests. It explained the blood on the bed that first time. You had been a virgin, saving yourself for the marriage night, for Jake. This explained why every friend of Arthur that you met had to be introduced. It wasn’t due to your amnesia. It was because you had never seen them before.

Arthur Harrow had lied to you. You had been promised to another.

“We fought him,” you said as memories started to flash in front of your eyes. “We fought Arthur. And we lost.”

“No,” Jake reached for your hands and took them in his own. His eyes were wild, the darkness in them glistened with anger and despair and love. “No, we did not lose, you hear me.” He was desperate to undo what had been done, to be together with you again.

“I might have lost you, but I will get you back. Harrow used your amnesia to make you believe you are his wife. I’m not sure why he did that, but it must have been to hurt me,” Jake gritted his teeth, and then you saw realization dawn on his face. “To hurt me, and because of you.” His voice softened. One of his hands slipped free to cup your cheek gently. “Look at you, my beautiful butterfly. What man could resist you?”

You had to suppress a wry laugh. What man indeed? You never thought you were something special, but to Jake, you had been. You still were. Perhaps it was the same for Arthur. Perhaps this was more than just a pitiful plan for revenge.

“But first, I need to get out of here. Harrow has me locked up under false charges. He has me pinned down like a madman. Once I get out, we can get back at him. I can defeat him, I am sure. And you will be free again.”

For the first time, his eyes slid to your belly, and you saw he swallowed hard. “I will take responsibility. After all, it was because I could not protect you that night, that he could lay his stake.” His hand hovered over your tummy, not quite touching, while his eyes searched yours for permission.

With a careful nod from you, he slowly lowered his hand until his palm rested warm upon the baby bump, and you closed your eyes and imagined it was his. That life had gone the way you two had planned it. That you had managed to defeat the villain who now claimed to be your husband, and who was the actual father or your child.

“I will love the kid,” Jake whispered, slowly pulling you in for a hug. “I will love the kid because it is yours.”

You reluctantly pulled away, knowing that time was sparse. Arthur could come out of work any moment now. He must not find you in the concierge’s office, not with the man he had set out to destroy and not with the tape that showed the evidence of his betrayal. A recording of the conversation the day when you had been brought into the hospital, and he decided to lay claim on you. No one needed to know. Well, you did know now.

There was no going back.

5.

“How long have you known?” Arthur stood in front of you. His spectacles balanced on the point of his nose, his eyes upon you. He looked like an angry teacher in front of the classroom.

Your shoulders sagged. Nevertheless, you cradled the baby in your arms closer to your chest. He certainly wanted to punish you, you thought. Perhaps take away your child. You could admit defeat, but you would not lose your child. Not like this.

“A while,” you answered. Your eyes pricked with unshed tears. The child seemed to feel your distress and started to cry. Even as a baby, the little fellow looked like his dad. Upsetting, really. You wondered if Jake could ever have kept his promise to you. You thought it impossible with how much the boy resembled his biological dad.

“Will you kill him?” you asked.

Something dark flashed in Arthur’s eyes, but it was gone just as quickly. He pushed his glasses back on his nose with his thumb, then sat himself on the edge of his desk while he watched you carefully rock your child. You were trying to calm the baby down. It worked a little.

“Jake is taken care of,” he said, and you assumed he was forever gone. The man you helped escape, the man you had once promised your heart to, had been murdered by the man in whose house you now lived. And whose child you were now holding.  

You did not know that Jake had escaped Arthur’s clutches. And if Arthur had his way, you would never find out. He deliberately let you assume the worst. He did not need to lie to you. Your mind provided you with false answers that would only bring you closer to him again. He was certain of it.

Tears started to fall down your cheeks and Arthur tutted. He held out his arms, ready to collect you in an embrace. And having grown used to his touch and affection, you slowly stumbled over to his awaiting arms. The baby calmed down once he felt he was held by both his parents. And Arthur was smiling down at him, happy to hold you both.

“It is good to cry,” he murmured, lips against your hair while you cried against his shoulder. “Let out the tears, let out all the fear and tension. It’ll bring you relief.” You felt how he placed a gentle kiss on top of your head and how his embrace gently tightened.

He let you cry until the tears faded and held you through it all. His voice remained a gentle whisper, his touch light, despite the betrayal on your behalf. You had let Jake escape, and you knew that Arthur knew this now. Yet he did not grow angry.

There was only his smile. Gentle and soft. A glint of victory in his eyes.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured against your temple, lips brushing gently past your skin. “I forgive you.”

To you, it meant the world. To him, it was easy. He knew that Jake had lost and he had won. Jake hadn’t stolen you from him, despite having tried his hardest. And even if Jake wasn’t defeated, he would have a hard time getting his hands on Arthur’s little family. Because that day, when you had been knocked out and brought to the hospital, and he had looked upon your unconscious form, he had decided that Jake would never get his hands on your pretty form ever again.

And that decision, to claim you as his own, had been the best decision he had ever made.

You might have stolen his heart, but he had stolen you instead.  

AN: Hope you enjoyed this twisted little villain x reader tale <3 Love myself a bit more Dr. Harrow content, so hit me up if you have suggestions or prompts.

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