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Birdy

Wrench x GN!Reader

Part 2: (x)

15-07-22

700+ words

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Wrench x F!Reader

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Warnings:

-None!

Extra:

-Original from Wattpad @Ms_Blazer

-Not Proofread

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"Come here (Name)!" Wrench laughed as he chased you around his garage with his arms open wide.

"No, no! Wrench you still have all your spikes on!" You called as you continued to run around in circles.

Wrench quickly trapped you on the other side of a table. The classic sibling catching technique you used on your younger sibling when they were being a little shit.

"I've got you now babes..." Wrench laughed. You looked around in panic hoping for someone, anyone to walk into the garage and save your skin.

Suddenly, while you weren't paying attention, Wrench jumped onto the table and ran towards you.

"AH WHAT THE HELL WRENCH?!" You yelled in panic as your best friend jumped onto you. The two of you toppled over to the ground.

"AHAHA! GOTCHA!" Wrench laughed as he got up from your body and straddled you on your waist. "Gotcha, Birdy~." He teased as a wink face appeared on his mask.

You rolled your eyes feeling a heat rise to your cheeks. "Fine, fine you got me! Let's go." You sighed as Wrench quickly got up and made his way to the couch.

He plopped down and grabbed a blanket. He patted the seat beside him. His mask having a (^^) face shown. You chuckled.

"Jacket off Mr." You laughed. Wrench looked at you with a (-_-) face. "Alright." He mumbled as he took off his spiked jacket and tossed it away to a separate chair.

You say down beside Wrench on the sofa. He grabbed your figure and pulled you towards his chest.

He wrapped the blanket around the two of you and held you close to his chest. "This is the life" Wrench sighed contently.

"What is? Cuddling?" You laughed. He nodded. "But not just that. You're with me and that's the best gift I could have." He whispered.

He looked down at your face as he pushed away a lose string of hair from your face. An immediate blush covered your face and the tips of your ears.

"Ooo~ little Birdy is blushing I see~" Wrench teased. The two of you held each other in a comfortable silence after that.

A little while past by and your eyes began to feel heavy. Letting out a yawn you looked up at the man beside you who was scrolling on his phone.

Wrench looked down at you through his mask after noticing your sudden movement. "You tired?" He asked in a quiet voice. You slowly nodded.

"Alright, get some rest. I'll be here when you wake up." Wrench said with a (^^) face once again. You smiled. "Night Wrenchie" "Night Birdy."

Feelings your eyes close, you let yourself drift off to a well needed slumber.

A few hours passed by and you felt yourself waking up. You felt a pair of arms wrapped around your body holding you tightly. You opened your eyes slightly.

The lights in the room were turned off and it was already dark outside. The only light was coming from Wrench's phone.

Wrench felt you moving in his arms and slightly put his phone down. You quickly pretended to sleep. Moments of silence filled the room.

"How are you so perfect?" A whisper could be heard from the man above you. You felt a gloved hand push away a few loose strands from your face and put them behind your ear.

"So gorgeous, smart, wonderful. Brighter then a full moon..." He continued to whisperer to himself as he admired your 'sleeping' figure.

"I wish you could see how much I really care for you. As a friend and...more. You're too perfect for someone like me though. I just wish upon a shooting star that I could change that..." Wrench quietly mumbled.

You felt your heart thumping in your chest. You kept your eyes closed as you felt your best friend shift from underneath you.

A sudden click could be heard from above you. You felt Wrench's weight lift off of the couch as he got up. Feeling a blanket cover your body you heard the man sigh.

As you thought he was about to leave, you felt a small kiss print onto your cheek. Another click could be heard and the sounds of his shoes faded further away.

"Goodnight Birdy, sweet dreams."

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Should I make part 2?

#x reader #wrench wd2 #wrench watch dogs #wrench x reader #wrench #wrench x reader wd2 #wd2 #watch dogs 2 #watch dogs #video games #fem reader #fluff

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~𝔐𝔰 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔷𝔢𝔯’𝔰 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱~

✵꧁☾⁂☀︎︎⁂☽꧂✵

❥𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖦𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍:

~You’re Going To Be Okay

𝖬𝖺𝗋𝖼 𝖲𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋：

~Why Do You Love Me?

𝖩𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖫𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗒：

𝖪𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗎：

~My Light

✵꧁☾⁂☀︎︎⁂☽꧂✵

❥𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙨

𝖠𝗇𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝗄𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝗋：

𝖮𝖻𝗂𝗐𝖺𝗇 𝖪𝖾𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗂：

𝖯𝗈𝖾 𝖣𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗇：

𝖣𝗂𝗇 𝖣𝗃𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇：

𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖵𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋：

✵꧁☾⁂☀︎︎⁂☽꧂✵

❥𝘼𝙥𝙚𝙭 𝙇𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨

𝖱𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍：

~Annoying Skin Suit {P.1}

~Get Me Up Skinsuit

𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽：

𝖮𝖼𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖾：

𝖥𝗎𝗌𝖾：

~Struggles

✵꧁☾⁂☀︎︎⁂☽꧂✵

❥𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝

𝖦𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗅 𝖱𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌／𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋：

~𝖣𝗈𝗇𝗎𝗍 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝖾𝖿

𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖬𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇／𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗋𝟩𝟨：

✵꧁☾⁂☀︎︎⁂☽꧂✵

❥𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝘿𝙤𝙜𝙨 2

𝖶𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁：

~𝖨 𝖶𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖫𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗎

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~Birdy

~Birdy (P2)

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Get Me Up Skinsuit

Revenant x Reader

Originally from my Apex Legends one shots book on wattpad

21-05-22

800+ words

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Revenant x GN!Reader

(Requested : HotManAss23122a

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How does Revenant act when a skinsuit helps him up after he's knocked down?

Warnings:

-Cursing

-Injury

-Stitching Up Wound

Extra:

-love hate relationship

-not proof read

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"New Killl Leader" "You're the new kill leader friend! Good job!" Pathfinder exclaims as you picked him up after soloing a 1v3 and miraculously winning.

"Recharging shields!" Pathfinder says as he uses his shields cells. "Hey! Get me up skinsuit!" Revenant yelled from the ground. You looked towards Pathfinder who was looting one of the death boxes.

You slowly walked up to Revenant. "Awe, are you mad I finished off Loba instead of you doing it?" You teased. He growled in annoyance.

"Just get me back in the fight before I cut off that little stupid head of yours Skinsuit!" He yelled.

"Wow! That's a very mean thing to say friend! Why can't we all just stick together as a team-" You saw that Revenant was about to shout an insult to the MRVN so you quickly took out your hand from Revenant to grab.

He looked at it in disgust and grabbed it with a lot of grip and strength. "Ow! What the fuck Rev!?" You yelled. "That's what you get Skinsuit. Pissing me off every damn day doing shit like this!" He yelled back.

As the two continued to bicker at each other they didn't realise that Pathfinder was trying to warn the two of an approaching enemy team.

"Then you kill that little girlie instead of reviving me to let me do it!" Revenant shouted as smoke started to emit from his overheating systems.

"Friends! I am down!" The two quickly turned towards Pathfinder who was finished off by Bangalore. Suddenly you heard a buzzing sound from beneath you and Revenant.

"ARC STAR LOOK OUT!" You yelled but it was too late. "Kill Leader Eliminated" an announcement could be heard throughout the map.

You, Revenant and Pathfinder then respawned back in the drop ship. The three of you stood in silence.

"Look what you did Skinsuit!" Revenant turned towards you. "Me?! What the hell are you on!? I wasn't the one who kept fussing about not picking someone up mid fight just so he could kill off the rest of a damn family?!" You yelled back.

Pathfinder staggered back. "Friends! Please calm down! It's not there a better way to solve this?" Pathfinder suggested.

"NO!" The two shouted not breaking eye contact from each other. "Oh okay- sorry" Pathfinder's screen flashed a :( face as he walked away.

As the two continued to glare at each other you noticed something different about Revenant.

"Rev?" You started. "What Skinsuit?!" He barked. You pointed towards your forehead in which Revenant put his hand up to.

As he looked down at his hand he was it was covered in a metallic, red and black mixed oil. "Shit..." he cursed under his breath. "I'll deal with you later Skinsuit..." he growled and walked away while one hand held a part of his leather stomach.

You found this quite strange so you decided to follow him. Sure not one of your best ideas ever but you decided to follow anyway.

You approached Revenant's room and quietly peaked inside. You saw Revenant sitting down on his bed while having several tools beside him along with a large patch of black leather.

He cut up a piece of leather to fit his 'wound' on his abdomen. You watched as he pressed the leather against himself and let out several curses under his breath.

He slowly put the leather down. "You going to stand there and watch or help me Skinsuit." He stated without looking up or in your direction. You slowly opened the door and stepped inside.

You saw that he had already wiped off the oil from his forehead. He handed you the leather. "Hold this up to my abdomen while I sew it back on." He growled.

You were tempted to tease him about needing help from a 'Skinsuit' but decided to keep some dignity.

You did just as he demanded and held up the leather. Revenant started to sew slightly struggling because of his robotic hands. He kept growling in frustration and let out some grunts of discomfort.

"Do you want me to do it?" You asked. He looked up at you and looked away. You took the needle from his hands as his hands held onto the leather.

It only took you a few minutes to sew him up and the two of you stayed silent as you cleaned off the items and tools.

"I'm not thanking you." Revenant grumbled looking away as a light pink tinted hue covered the light in his eyes.

"Sure, whatever you say Rev" You chuckled.

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#x reader #apex legends #apex fanfic #one shot #revenant x reader insert #revenant drabble #revenant x reader #drabble #apex one shot #apex drabble #apex fandom #kaleb cross #kaleb cross x reader #apex revenant

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Far Away, Together || Darth Vader x Reader (Chapter 5.5)

(IMPORTANT A/N PLEASE READ: oh boy am i nervous to post this,, hello everyone!! this is my first time ever writing smut!! this chapter is basically a continuation upon the previous chapter of the series that I have been working on. You could consider this chapter to be an OVA chapter of sorts… I’ll leave it up to you to decide whether or not this chapter is cannon to the story or not. With that being said, this chapter has very little to do with the story of the series. But, I still tagged all my normal people in the list since it is technically part of the series (if you don’t want to be tagged for things like this, please tell me and i’ll remove you!!). I also wanna give a big shoutout/thanks to @hxldmxdxwn (pls dont be mad for me tagging you,,) for giving me some advice for writing smut and being a huge inspo for me!! Thank you so much :)))) Anyway, if you are not interested in smut or don’t like smut, feel free to overlook this chapter!! Our regularly scheduled programming will be continued soon. However, if you do read on, I do hope you enjoy what you see!! have fun ;) )))

Chapter One: [x]

Chapter Two: [x]

Chapter Three: [x]

Chapter Four: [x]

Chapter Five: [x]

WARNINGS: SMUT!!!! light dom/sub references, usage of titles, fingering, force-bonding, inappropriate usage of the force, cursing, otherwise none!!

Key: (F/N) = first name

Word Count: ~4700

Much to your dismay, the song that you and him had danced to eventually met it’s inevitable end.

The pair of you stood a moment longer in each other’s arms as you heard the music slowly fade into the muffled chatter of nobility and officers saying their adieu as they left the venue, the tiredness of the night creeping its way onto their bones. You felt a quick wash of sadness swim overtop of you as your ears confirmed that the song was over, making you frown slightly. Lingering your head upon his taunt chest for a moment longer, your face assumed a soft smile as you looked up at him, laced with a hint of nervousness and awkwardness as you tried to figure out what to say to him This task proved difficult, however, since you knew you had to say something, but you had no idea as to what that something would be.

Hey, that was pretty neat? No way. There’s no way you’d be able to sleep at night if you said that.

Thanks? No! That was just rude.

Hey I really like you even though you are kinda intimidating and could totally snap me in half right here and right now but hey at least you would have touched me? This one was pretty self explanatory.

Keep reading

#darth vader #darth vader x reader #fanfiction #i reccomend it #best smut

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I swear Tumblr smut BLESSES me

Fit to Burst

CO-WRITTEN WITH @THIRSTWORLDPROBLEMSS

Pairing: Marc Spector x female reader x Steven Grant

Summary: Marc decides to teach you a lesson when you mistake him for Steven.

Rating: really fucking explicit

Warning/content: Marc's dirty filthy mouth, Steven's over-eager mouth, Marc is wee bit jealous, cunnilingus, overstimulation, refraction period? — we don't know her, established relationship.

Word Count: 3.5k (I have no excuse, pure self-indulgent filth)

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“Does that feel good, love? Think you can come for me again?”

You don't know how many orgasms he's pulled from you already. Everything sounds like it’s underwater. You can't tell if it’s Marc or Steven fronting right now. If it's Marc who is talking to you, or Steven, taking you apart inch by inch, one devastating orgasm at a time.

Love. He called you love. Steven calls you love. This must be Steven.

Steven’s lips come to the inside of your thigh, pressing gentle kisses meant to soothe, but the sandpaper brush of his stubble makes everything inside you that more wound up, your nerves raw like everything is going to splinter.

“You taste so fuckin’ good,” he murmurs, and the soft caress of his breath is searing against your skin, wreaking havoc on you. The low rumbling of his voice, so uncharacteristic of him, is dipped in hunger and greed, and it skitters up and down your spine until it's difficult to breathe. It's a perfect counterpoint to his surprisingly skilled mouth and fingers on you, to the heat spreading under your skin and building to an explosive pitch between your legs.

“Want you to come all over my mouth, yeah?” he says, with none of his trademark shyness, before he dives back in, tongue laving at your slick folds.

You can’t help but give him what he wants.

You come, your cunt clenches down, spasming around the thick girth of his fingers where he has you stretched open. Everything else disappears for a moment, your body weightless with pure unadulterated bliss. You are so disorientated that you are almost certain you are floating in zero gravity. You can’t even hear your heartbeat anymore. Can’t feel it thump against the cage of your chest. For all you know it might have stopped entirely. All you’re capable of feeling is an abstract tingling sensation that buzzes pleasantly in your veins.

Then you hear his voice, soft and adoring, from somewhere above. His fingers slip out of you, and you whine--even overwrought as you are, you feel empty at the loss.

There’s a gentle palm with soft-worn calluses stroking down the side of your ribs. Comforting kisses press your thighs, as he murmurs quiet praises about how good you are for him and how pretty you look like this.

You can’t help but snort a laugh at that last bit, not sure what he’s on about because you’re sure you look anything but right now. Your hair is soaked with sweat and clinging to your temple; your face, sticky and clammy. You’re certain you must look a complete mess as you lie here in a shambled heap on your bed. Your vision is so blurred you can barely see the white of your ceiling, but you're still able to make out the man above you, gazing down at you like you’ve hung the moon in the sky.

“Think you can give me another one, love? Jus' one more, yeah?”

Fucking hell. This man…

He doesn’t even give you a moment to gather yourself. You barely have a chance to nod before the saliva-slicked thumb gently presses down on your clit again. For all his sweet cooing and gentle touch and care, he is always merciless in his pursuit to make you come like there’s a prize for him at the end of it.

"Fucking finally," he huffs under his breath, and if you weren't so completely out of it, you'd tell him it's his own fault for dragging that last orgasm out so long.

As cliche as it sounds, you’re so blissed out of your mind you can’t tell anymore, where the pleasure begins and ends. All you feel is clever fingers already curling inside you again; a greedy hand cupping your breast; a hungry mouth nipping at the hollow of your throat. He’s everywhere, and you spread your legs wider, open yourself up, so he can have every single inch of you.

The bed shifts, and you blink rapidly, trying to clear the watery edges of your vision. After a moment, your eyes finally refocus on the man in front of you.

He’s kneeling above you, cock in hand, as he gives it a slow lazy stroke that makes your mouth water. A slick sheen of sweat graces the muscular line of his shoulder, bathed in amber gold of your bedroom light.

“You alright, baby? Want me to keep going?” The look in his eyes is as gentle as ever he checks in on you to make sure you’re okay. Makes you feel precious and cared for.

The only thing you can do is nod.

“You say stop if it gets to be too much,” he rasps out as lines himself up against you.

The first thrust is deep and consuming, and you cry out as the perfect stretch of him has white sparks burning behind your eyelids. You’re so worked up, everything makes a little bit less sense; mind almost a little bit numb. You can barely think straight and you think to yourself ironically, this is probably why they call it being cockdumb.

And it's not being made better by the way that he’s running his fucking mouth.

"So fucking perfect,” he murmurs into your ear, rasped and breathless as he nips on your ear. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock. So wet and warm. Fuck, you're so tight right now. Always so tight after you come for us."

He stays there, buried inside you to the hilt to allow you some reprieve and to accommodate around him. You can feel his eagerness to move in the way his cock twitches excitedly inside of you. Can tell he’s resisting that very urge when he grips the bedsheets tightly with his fingers until they go bone-knuckled. It strikes heat and pleasure all at once into the pit of your stomach. It’s so good; too much; and it teethers on the edge of the overwhelming.

A warm hand comes to cup your cheeks. He’s consoling you, brushing away the hair in your eyes, and the touch of it grounds you. “Does that feel good, baby?”

His eyes are ridiculously gorgeous, deep and rich, you find yourself easily lost in him. All you can see is his sweet half-smile, one corner of his mouth curling upward just for you. All you want to do in your overwrought state of mind is to please him, to praise him on how good he always makes you feel, so you do.

"So good. Feel so full. No one fucks me like you do, Steven."

He stills.

From above, you see it, the moment his expression changes. Gone is the indulgent softness. The curl of his full lips turned into a scowl. Those deep rich eyes bleed into sternness fixed with a dark glower. You realise a bit too late that Marc is the one inside you now, not sweet Steven.

You try to think back. When did his voice change? His accent? His eyes are narrowed instead of wide adoring affection. Everything about his body language is different, must have changed before this, and how stupid is it that you didn’t notice until now? As much as you hate to admit it, you're just a little bit out of it; a little bit come dumb from how the two of them have made you come again and again.

The next thing you register is the emptiness inside you as he slips almost entirely out of you; until only the blunt tip rests inside you. There’s a look in his eyes, a flash of something determined and almost dangerous, as he adjusts his hips against you.

There’s no warning as he thrusts all the way back inside, in one long and slick stroke back inside you. Deep and hard. It strikes something absolutely fucking devastating in you until it steals away your breath and makes you cry out.

“Fuckohfuck, Marc!”

“That's right, baby.” He leans over with his lips to your ear, voice low and dark and demanding as he rolls his hips, and then grinds deep within you. “Say it again. Who fucks you like this?”

Everything’s sharp and bright inside you; the rush of pleasure that comes with every thrust mind-numbing. You don’t know how Marc expects you to give him an answer; can’t even stutter out the ‘you’ that’s right on the tip of your tongue. Instead all that comes out is a pitiful sob.

"No? Still not good enough for you?” Marc demands.

You thought at first, with what little brain power was available to you, that he was jealous, and maybe there’s some of that in there too, but there’s something else. Something almost teasing that makes you think he’s not even all that upset about your mistake. The bastard that he is, he just wants to capitalise on the opportunity to push you to your limit.

“Our girl is so greedy, isn’t she?” he continues mercilessly, ”Always wanting more. How about—" two hands come to rest on the inside of your thighs, lifting you off the mattress until your legs are hooked over his shoulders as he presses the delicious weight of his body on top of yours, folding you nearly in half. "How about this?"

His voice is pure savage glee, a kid that gets to play and pull apart his toy in whatever manner he wants. Your fingers twist into the sheets, trying to grab on tight because it feels like you are falling off the edge of the very world. Then Marc rolls his hips into you at the devastating new angle and it knocks the breath out of your lungs, tipping you past that very edge.

It doesn't matter that you're ready to repent. Doesn’t matter that you’re trying to moan your explanation in between insistent, merciless strokes. "That's not— fuck, ooooh shit, Marc, I didn’t mean—"

That man is not letting up, and with how hard you came just mere minutes ago, he's already got you so keyed up that you can feel that all familiar pressure and heat settle against the line of your spine with an alarming speed.

There’s a brief hesitation in his rhythm, like his concentration was broken for a moment, and you catch him glancing at the mirror. You wonder if Steven's there telling Marc to stop. Steven’s always looking out for you; would do anything for you, and that includes taking care of you in bed. But when you turn your head sideways, the mirror shows you the same perfect reflection of reality it always does.

If Steven's there, you can't see him. Instead, all you can see is the image of yourself being split open by Marc. How Marc towers over you, with his lean stature. The firm muscles on his back sloping down to the generous curves of his ass like he was a carved marble statue meant to depict the ancient Greek deities themselves. Those thick raven curls furl with heat and sweat against his forehead. He’s so fucking beautiful it’s unfair.

“You looking for Steven to save you?” Firm fingers grip the edge of your jaw, forcing your gaze back towards Marc. “Well too fucking bad. Steven’s not here. You’re stuck with me.”

Alright, nevermind. Definitely jealous then.

Marc’s next thrust drives a strange squeaking noise from your lungs, and you’d probably be embarrassed if you weren't so far gone.

"What was that,—” Marc taunts, huffing out a dark laugh between thrusts, “—did you want me—to stop?"

His voice is unbearably smug, and you almost want to tell him to stop just on principle, but fuck that. You don’t want him to stop. Even though it's so fucking much that it borders on the unbearable. You shake your head frantically. You never want him to stop. “That’s what I… thought,” Marc grits out, thrusting hard on the last word.

He’s driving up against something perfect and molten inside of you, and heat rises up in you like a tide, seething under your skin. You think you might actually be going to come again, but the sensation is immense, nearly unbearable, and you clutch at Marc, whimpering as it threatens to swamp your already overwhelmed and overstimulated system.

“It’s alright. You’re alright, baby,” he rasps out, not even slowing down. “You can take it, can’t you? Take it for me like a good girl.” Then he tilts your hips up even farther, and that’s it. You’re done.

Fierce, electric heat explodes outwards, crackling rapturously through your limbs, submerging you entirely until you lose track of reality for a minute.

When you come back to yourself, Marc is still thrusting into you. The rhythm of it is soothing, drawing out your pleasure in a way you’ve never known before, like you've hit a plateau rather than travelling up and down a mountain. Distantly you note that everything is a slick mess. That you are soaking Marc’s cock with how wet your cunt is for him. You can feel it leaking out of you with every press and retreat of him inside you, dripping down over the curve of your ass onto the bed sheets.

Then, out of nowhere, Marc does stop.

The sound you make is damn near inhuman. Fuck, why?? Why is he stopping when all you need is more of him?

Your eyes flutter open to see Marc staring at the mirror, his full attention focused on his reflection. On Steven.

You don’t know what Steven is saying to him, but whatever it is, has Marc chuckling.

He turns away from the mirror with a toothy grin full of mischief, and he leans back down towards you, pressing his mouth close so he can whisper in your ear like it's a secret; like Steven can't always hear him no matter how quiet he's being.

“He wants me to fuck you harder. Stretch you all the way open on our cock. Make you come again.”

You have no way of knowing if that’s true or if Marc is just saying that to get a rise out of Steven. You can’t exactly hear Steven’s end of the conversation. But it doesn’t matter, because Marc’s doing it.

You don’t know if you want to escape the sensation or demand more of it. But you can’t do either. In fact, you seem to have lost control of your body completely. All you can do is shudder and whine under him as Marc follows Steven’s alleged request and pushes himself hard and deep inside of you—oh God, just like that—again and again.

The pleasure twines and spreads slowly though your heavy limbs until you're completely drunk on the sensation of Marc's cock driving into you. He’s reduced you to a heap of bones, flesh and skin without any sentient thought left in your brain. Until you have lost all other sensation to the point where you almost miss the way that Marc is murmuring a string of filth into your ear.

“That’s right, baby. You’re not done yet.”

You can’t look away from him, the way that sweat is dripping down his collarbone, the mesmerising rise and fall of his chest as his breath is rasping in and out of his lungs.

“Gimme one more,” he says. “You come on my cock one more time, then I’ll fill you up. Make a mess of you, and Steven can clean you up with his tongue.”

This man is the devil.

You don’t know what that makes you when you’re so aroused by the picture he’s painting for you.

You’re exhausted. Every inch of you feels tender. You have been strummed and plucked and pushed over the edge again and again until all of you has become one single raw overwrought nerve. At this point you’re not even sure you’re physically capable of coming again. But still, white heat sparks and cracks and invades your numb limbs until you’re thrumming with it.

He's rutting into you, hips in an uneven jerking place, grinding as if he needs to get deeper, as deep inside you as he can to stake his claim and never leave. And fuck, you wish he could. You want him to fuck you like this forever and never stop.

Your cunt flutters around the thick girth of him involuntarily, and it does something to Marc too. He gasps and swears, hips stuttering forward into you, and it's almost enough.... almost... almost...

"Marc..." your voice breathy, pleading, barely recognizable to your own ears.

"Fuck," Marc huffs out. His hips stutter in its pace. If you didn’t know any better, from the way he closes his eyes for a brief moment, as if to gather himself, you’d think his trademark control is slipping. But then he seems to rally himself and pulls back, almost all the way out.

You clutch at him. If he stops now, if he dares to deny you, you swear to god, you will actually kill this man, or failing that, die on the spot in protest. Your fingers digging into the firm meat of his shoulders, sobbing his name. You need—more, need everything, need him, need to—

“Shh,” he hushes you with a soothing coo, comforting fingers brushing back the sweat-slicked hair clinging to your forehead. “I'm right here, baby. Let go, I've got you.”

His tone doesn’t match his actions. Marc thrusts back in, driving so deep you can fucking taste it, and you dimly realize that you're screaming as the pleasure streaks outward, tearing your world apart.

It’s a flickering light that is dimming and finally dies out from the surge of electricity. Your brain completely loses all higher functions and all that is left is the rush of heat that spreads all over you. It pours and pours until you’re lightheaded and the whole room spins with it. Everything feels blissfully tight; too much and just enough. Then you come.

When you open your eyes, you see those gorgeous dark eyes rolling back, baring the long line of his throat and it’s a beautiful fucking sight. The sharp edge of his jaw, pink pouty lips all shiny and slick from you. You swear those thick sweat soaked curls glisten in the dim light. He’s so ridiculously gorgeous, you can hardly believe he is real.

Marc isn’t far behind you. His cock pulses, spilling warm heat inside of you with a strained moan. Every muscle in him goes rigid against you.

Then Marc collapses onto you, arms wrapped all around you as he lands on top of you on the bed, his firm weight resting on top of you. Both of you are a boneless and sweaty tangled heap against the mattress. His firm chest is pressed against you, so close the beat of his heart is hammering against your skin.

In the silence of your bedroom, your harsh, panting breaths echo as if you just finished the most harrowing marathon of your lives. There’s a gentle hand stroking the plane of your back. It’s so gentle, the touch of it so adoring that you’re not sure if it’s Marc or Steven, but you don’t think it matters much at all.

As you come down, your senses slowly flicker awake. You can feel the soft gentle comfort of a reassuring touch running along your thighs. A warm hand petting you over the wideness of your hip bones, soft stroking caresses to coax you back down from your high.

Eventually, your breaths slow, and he pushes himself up, and away from your chest with shaky arms, until you can see his soft gorgeous face that is practically glowing as he smiles down at you. Utterly boyish, utterly charming.

Steven, you realise. Steven’s back…

“You alright there, love? Was Marc too rough?” His thick brows knit together in worry. An expression of guilt bleeding into his handsome face.

In your exhaustion, you find yourself still breathless as you try to answer him, “Yeah. No, I’m alright,” you pause, and lower your voice, feeling suddenly, inexplicably shy. “I… I liked it."

At your response, that worried expression breaks out into a beaming grin that makes your heart leap and skip several beats with unadulterated fondness.

“Good. That’s good, yeah.”

Steven is a fucking sight onto himself. Your eyes trail downwards, from his chest, that’s glistening with sweat down to his torso and— bloody fucking hell. Your eyes widen at the sight. You don’t even know how, but Steven’s already hard again or maybe he just never went down for the count at all. His other hand is fisting his cock, a slick mess of white lines of cum that’s dripping down the aching length of him as it twitches and jumps with undeterred eagerness.

“Then, um…. Sorry to ask, but do you think…” It’s Steven’s turn to look down bashfully, then back up at you. His cheeks are flushed with a deep pink; hair, a tousled mess with a pleading expression in his eyes, that you cannot possibly turn down.

“Do you think we could go again? …please?”

Dear fucking God, these men. Steven may be all sweet and polite about it, but deep down he’s just as greedy and demanding as Marc. Maybe worse.

You’re not sure how you’re going to survive these two, but you’re going to enjoy the ride.

Dedication and Credits:

@krissology for chasing her dreams with such boundless courage and gumption, I'm forever proud to have a friend like her who is so absolutely fucking fierce and fearless. She's one of the most talented writers I've come across and she is publishing her debut novel Forget Me Now, available for pre-order here. Go support this brilliant human being, you won't regret it.

@thirstworldproblemss to my most beloved and brilliant co-writer, who stays up with me all night and all day to prawn like no one has prawn ever before. I never have more fun than when I am in a google doc with you, screaming about the beauty of this man and writing out the exact same suggestions to each other at the same time.

@frannyzooey for succeeding to make me cry on a Tuesday afternoon in the office with her kind words and support. You're someone that I'm endlessly proud to call a friend, for your humour, your kindness and your warmth. You are just one of the best humans and I hope you wake up everyday and know that and if you don't, I will remind you everyday.

#i reccomend it #amazing writing #loved it!

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Why Do You Love Me?

Marc Spector x Reader

Originally from my WATTPAD one shots book: @Ms_Blazer

21-06-22

856 words

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Marc Spector x F!Reader

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Marc wonders how he has somebody as amazing as you that loves him

Warnings:

-cursing

Extra:

-mostly Marc but Steven is mentioned

-Not Proofread

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"Marc! Steven! I'm back!" (Name) called out as she entered her boyfriends's apartment. You put the bags of groceries onto the kitchen counter and called for the two again.

When you heard silence you thought that maybe they went out and just weren't back yet. You began to unpack the items and put them away.

Suddenly you heard shuffling from the bathroom near the back of the apartment. You also heard a voice grumbling to themself.

You slowly began to approach the bathroom. The voice getting louder and louder with each step.

"Marc? Steven? Is that you?" You called out quietly. Feeling worried you knocked on the door and asked to come in.

"No. No don't come in here." Marc. You could hear his accent and knew which alter was in front.

"Steven shut the fuck up!" You heard him yell. You had to know what was going on and started to open the door.

As you tried to push open the door a heavy object blocked the door. "Marc! Stop blocking the door! What's wrong? Are you alright?" You began to panic.

"I'm fine! Leave me alone! Steven for fucks sake shut up! I'm fine!" You heard him snap. You weren't going to give up so easy.

A click could be heard from the door as it was locked. Stubborn as you are, you walked backwards a little distance from the door.

You slightly ran and rammed your shoulder into the door which you heard a click and something metal fall onto the ground.

You quickly opened the door and looked around but Marc was nowhere to be seen.

You began to slowly approach the shower curtain. You slowly began to pull it back. "Marc? Please talk to me. What's wrong?" You asked calmly.

You finally pulled back the shower curtain and saw Marc sitting inside the tub with his knees close to his chest. You looked closer and saw his eyes were red and raw.

"Mind if I join you?" You whispered. Marc muttered and you stepped inside with him facing the opposite way. "Do you want to talk about it?" You asked. He finally made eye contact with you.

"Can Steven do it?" He asked. You shook your head. "I can see that this is something that is bothering you specifically, Marc." You said. Marc sighed. "How about we move to somewhere more comfy?" You suggested. He slightly nodded.

You got up from the tub and stepped out while Marc followed your actions but slower. You waited for him patiently. After he stepped out you began to make your way toward's your boyfriends's bedroom.

You felt a large rough hand wrap itself around your pinky finger as you guided both of you. He slowly trailed behind.

The two of you made it to his bedroom and lay down on the soft mattress. You opened your arms slightly to welcome Marc into them. You were half expecting for him to decline your comfort but to your surprise he quickly indulged himself in your embrace.

You held onto him in a comfortable silence while habitably stroking his dark curls. You heard him sigh in contentment as his body slowly relaxed.

"You don't have to tell me Marc, but if you do want to, tell me when you're ready. Okay?" You whispered. You felt him nod. Another few minutes passed in comfortable silence.

Marc sighed. "I have something to ask you." He whispered as he held onto you tighter. You looked down at him gently smiling.

"What's wrong Marc?" He mumbled and sighed again looking away.

"Why do you love me?"

The question caught you off guard. We're you not giving Marc the same amount of love as Steven? Was there something that was lacking?

Marc continued. "I mean, I get how you could love Steven but why me? Marc? I'm a killer- I've taken lives. I have blood on my hands-" you heard his voice tremble.

You sighed sadly. "Marc, sweetheart please look at me." You asked. Marc looked up to make eye contact with you.

"I love you for you, not your actions. You did what you had to do to survive. You're an amazing person Marc. I'm in love with your personality, your wit, everything."

"You're a perfect man in my eyes, Marc Spector. Never forget that, and whatever some bastards have to say, their opinions don't matter.

"I love you so much Marc and I'm proud of you that you're still here with us." You smiled. Marc gazes into your eyes, his vision becoming glossy.

"You can cry Marc. Let it out." You whispered. Marc finally let several tears flow down his cheeks.

His tears soaked into your shirt fabric as you held your lover in your arms.

"I love you so much Marc, and I would never change my love for you for anything in world." You whispered.

#x reader #moon knight #marvel #moon knight marvel #moon knight one shot #marc spector #oscar issac #steven grant #marc spector x reader #drabble #one shot

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msblazer · 2 years

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Moon Knight NSFW HCs on my Wattpad.

Wattpad: @Ms_Blazer

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #oscar issac #moon knight one shot #moon knight marvel #x reader #nsfw

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msblazer · 2 years

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GO WATCH THE JURASSIC WORLD DOMINION RN. ITS SO FUCKING GOOD

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Steven is literally my comfort character

me: :(

Steven Grant: *existing*

me: :)

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“You’re Going To Be Okay”

Steven Grant x F!Reader

04-06-22

1.1k words

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Steven Grant x F!Reader

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Steven comforting the reader after they finally break down

Warnings:

-cursing

-hair pulling

-implied harm

-parents and child argument

-sad relatable shit

Extra:

-written for myself

-Not Proofread

COPIED AND PASTED FROM MY WATTPAD ONE SHOTS BOOK

Wattpad: @Ms_Blazer

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You tried to dry your eyes, yet more and more tears began to spill from them. It became so frustrating to the point your actions began to become more rough with your eyes.

You're hands met your hair and you gripped tight onto it. As you started to pull at it you couldn't stay quiet any longer.

Years of frustration and sadness began to flood out of you. The feeling of abandonment and neglect continued to wash over your entire being.

Your lungs felt as if on fire as your cries echoed throughout your home. You grabbed onto your body while it shook.

Feeling exhausted, tired and absolutely done with everything, you wanted to lay down but couldn't get yourself to get up to move only a few feet to your bed.

You're body started to give up on you as you're cries started to become quieter, your tears still flowing from your saddened eyes. Exhaustion began to take over.

You felt your side hit the cold polished wooden floor of your apartment. Your eyelids began to feel extremely heavy.

You're eyes were red and puffy from crying. Slow tears fell down to the ground. Before sleep took over your body you saw the phone you dropped earlier shine bright through the darkness of your room.

You could hear a similar ringtone which was only set for a certain someone. You wanted to get up and answer it. You wanted to hold him, hear his voice, but your body gave up and you're fell into a deep slumber.

You heard rushed footsteps and doors opening and closing frantically. You heard a male voice talking outside your bedroom doors. Your head was too fuzzy to see and you could barely hear anything.

Suddenly a shine of light was seen from your door as it was opened, while letting out a groan from the sudden light in the room you curled away into a small ball.

You saw footsteps making their way towards you. Someone was calling your name. You're eyesight began to focus again so you looked up to see who was in your home.

Steven.

'I didn't want him to see me like this' you thought to yourself. 'He probably doesn't even want to deal with somebody like me. Why is he here? Is he going to leave me like every other friend I've had? He can't- he's all I have- I can't lose him too.'

You began to cry again. Suddenly you felt two strong arms lift you into their chest. You looked up through your tear filled eyes.

You felt a rough large hand stoking your hair trying to calm you down. "Shh, it's alright Darling. I've got you, don't worry. Nothing is going to happen to you as long as I'm here." Steven's British accent clear as he whispered to you.

More tears began to flow through your tired eyes as your body shook. Steven's hold on you began to slightly tighten and became more comforting.

He began to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. Steven held you until you felt yourself calming down.

Steven look down to look at you in the eyes. You looked up at him to meet his soft milk chocolate eyes. He smiled. "Are you feeling better Love?"

You slowly nodded. "Would you like to go lay down? Or maybe I could get you something to eat? Or drink? Would you like to talk about anything? Only when you're ready of course-" he stammered.

"I'd like to lay down" you whispered. He nodded and lifted you bridal style and layer you on your soft mattress.

You curled up into a little ball on your bed. Steven decided to join you and lay beside you and he brought you into his chest.

He brought the bed covers over both of your bodies. He cradled you in his arms while stroking your hair. You could feel his fingers pass through your hair as gently as a feather.

You hummed softly feeling a comforting feeling from your boyfriend. You two lay in a comfortable silence, embracing each other.

A few minutes pass and you could hear Steven whisper. "Do you want to talk about anything Love?" He asked while stroking your hair.

You slowly nodded. "Take your time now Love, remember that there is no pressure on you to say anything" he smiled. You looked up at him.

"I got in an argument with my mother earlier today, I went to visit her and just-" you took a pause. "It all just got out of hand and she was yelling, I was yelling. I knew I was in the wrong but me being a stupid stubborn moron I continued to argue..." You felt your tears returning back to your eyes.

Steven let you finish and held you closer. "It's alright, Darling. It's normal to have arguments with loved ones. It's okay. You'll be okay. I have an idea. How about we just relax together and forget about this for today and go see your mother tomorrow? You might feel better." He smiled.

You lifted your face up from his shirt. You thought for a moment. It does sound nice to get it off your mind and spending your time with Steven? Sounds like a win win.

You nodded and wrapped your arms tighter around your boyfriend. You quickly moved up to kiss his lips. He was caught off guard but kissed you back gently with as much love as he could muster up.

You both pulled away with a small smile lacing your lips. He laughed quietly. "There's my happy girl. You look gorgeous when you smile, you look wonderful any day in every way." You wrapped your arms over his shoulders and around his neck.

"Thank you Steven, how did I end up with the most amazing person in the world? Any girl would be lucky to have you." You whispered into his ear.

Steven felt his face get hot and redden. "W-well! How did I end up with the most gorgeous being hmm? And plus, this most 'amazing person in the world...' is all yours." He kissed you again as you gladly accepted.

The two of you decided to stay in bed for the rest of the day and relax and talk about all the new things you've seen or any new Egyptian Mythology Steven has read while the two of you cuddled till sleep took over both of you.

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Hope you enjoyed it! And if anybody is concerned at all, I'm alright! I know I said that I wrote this for myself (which I did) I am mentally alright!

Steven is just my comfort character and I thought that maybe I should write a story for future needed comfort

So thank you for any concern and thank you for reading!!

#x reader #moon knight #marvel #steven grant #marc spector #steven grant x reader #oscar issac #marc spector x reader #comfort #comfort character #moon knight marvel #moon knight one shot #mr knight #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fandom

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msblazer · 2 years

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A little late but happy pride month! I’m here as an ally to support all of yous and I’m proud of you! Have a great summer!

#happy pride 🌈#supporters

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I was in the middle of writing a Marc Spector x Reader for Wattpad when I have the sudden urge to go bake cookies. Which I am going to do. I don’t have any sweets in my house rn cause I ate them all and its 21:50 where I am so the shops are probably closed so ye. I’m gonna get up now and bake.

Dw I’ll most likely post the writing on tumblr but you could always get early access on my Wattpad :))

Wattpad: @Ms_Blazer

#moon knight #marc spector

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Khonshu: What are you in the mood for?

Me: World domination.

Khonshu: ah i see

Me: you’re my world.

Khonshu: what?

Me:

Khonshu: Oh-

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“My Light” Khonshu x GN!God!Reader

It’s 2am and I have a summer exam in the morning but fuck it I guess 😍

01-06-22

2k words

COPIED AND PASTED FROM MY MOON KNIGHT ONE SHOT BOOK

wattpad: @Ms_Blazer

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“Damn he can hit me like that- WHAT. WHO SAID THAT?! BARK BARK BARK- SORRY THATS MY MOUSE DEFO NOT ME” -Author

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Khonshu x GN!God!Reader

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After you were banished a thousand years ago you were finally freed from your stone prison to reunite with and save a particular god

Warnings:

-violence

-ep 6 spoilers

Extra:

-I know that Re (Ra) was a male sun god but I decided to change it for the story. Sorry if I offend anybody if I get anything about the Egyptian gods wrong

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"Marc don't let the worm out. I'm in no mood to hear either you or that idiot..." Khonshu groaned as he watched Marc ignore him and continue talking.

At this point Khonshu had a headache. "Hey can you let Steven out for a few minutes? I need to ask him about this Egyptian relic I was reading about" Layla asked.

She watched as Marc's eyes rolled to the back of his head and back to normal. "Steven here! What do you need help with?" He proceeded to help Layla out. Khonshu slowly walked towards a mirror.

"Khonshu. What do you want now?" Marc asked through the mirror. "I'm simply just observing." He stated. "Observing what? My wife?" Marc snarled. Khonshu turned to look at Layla and Steven and looked back at Marc.

"You should be more concerned about the worm with your wife, not me. I don't have any interest with your love life." Khonshu snapped back.

Marc stared at Khonshu. "Have you ever loved anyone?" He asked. Khonshu turned to look at him. "Why ask such a question?" Marc shrugged. "I was just curious."

Khonshu turned his back to the mirror and let out a sigh. Silence followed. "So? Have you?" Marc asked for a second time. The god turned around again to look at him.

"That is truly none of your business Marc, but if you must know. Yes, I have. A long time ago." Marc was intrigued.

"Wanna describe them at all?" Marc pushed. At this point Steven and Layla were eavesdropping. They were all curious on who this past lover was.

Khonshu was silent for a few moments. "They were a graceful god, power like no other, bright eyes. We were opposites in our powers. The other gods disapproved of our friendship." Khonshu replied with a sigh.

Steven quietly spoke up. "Do you know where they are now?" Khonshu shook his head. "Either dead or turned to stone. I don't know. The possibility of them being banished is high. That being partly my fault." He whispered the last part of what he said.

"He said that the two were 'opposites'? What does he mean by that?" Layla asked Steven. "I, am the god of the moon and stars. They were the god of the sun."

"You knew the sun god (Name)?' Steven asked surprised and intrigued. Khonshu nodded. "They understood me better than anybody else." A silence fell over the group. "That's all I'm going to say. You don't need to know my personal existence." Khonshu grunted and left in a swish of dust.

-Time Skip-

Ammit has been freed. People are running and screaming, full of panic. Layla was still inside of the temple and turned a corner and ran into the room of small stone statues.

She scanned across the small statues. She remembered how Steven was saying that one of the strongest gods was the god of the sun.

She was unsure if the God was even here since she remembered Khonshu's words after Marc told her. "Either dead or turned to stone. I don't know. The possibility of them being banished is high." "If they were banished they must be here as a stone statue." Layla thought out loud.

She couldn't find the statue anywhere until she felt the ground under her shake viciously. She tumbled into a small brick in the wall which was pushed inward.

She looked into the middle of the room to see a small platform rising from the ground with a small statue sat on top. She rushed towards it and picked it up. She found it. Found you.

She gripped onto your statue. "Please help us, Khonshu needs your help." She lifted her arm and threw down the stone statue.

A bright light shined through the temple. Layla covered her eyes to shield out the light.

As she reopened them a tall, beautiful god stood proud and tall in front of her. You stood with a staff in your hand. Similar to Khonshu's but instead of a crescent moon but a sun shape with sharp bladed rays.

"You, you set me free. Thank you. I heard your plea. I am willing to help but I cannot do it alone." You stated quietly. Layla knew exactly what you were talking about. She thought about the chaos outside, she thought of Marc and Steven.

"I will be your temporary avatar." She stated. You nodded. Layla was confused. "Are you not going to give any conditions or anything?" She asked. You shook your head.

"I am here to save lives, not destroy them...and I'm here to save a mourning and guilty soul." You extended your hand towards Layla. She took your hand. Another bright light shone within the temple.

Layla had run off to save Marc and Steven who were fighting Harrow. You walked outside of the temple as you saw the chaos going on outside. You looked around then caught sight of a giant Ammit dragging Khonshu on the ground. He didn't seem like he could get up.

"I don't give them the satisfaction of commiting the sin. You punish souls too late, Khonshu..." Ammit growled.

"Then I guess I'll finish the job of punishing you." You replied as Ammit turned around only to be knocked several kilometres into the distance by a large staff. A large thud could be heard as she tumbled to the ground.

She growled in frustration. Khonshu, who was still regaining focus looked up at his saviour. You were now the same height as the other two gods. Khonshu didn't believe what he was seeing. We're you even real?

Ammit ran towards you with her claws out with her sharp teeth bared and ready to bite down onto you. You quickly blocked the attack and swung her down from under her feet.

"Fight me with fists you coward!" She growled. You chuckled as you stuck your staff into the ground as Ammit stood tall once again. A small silence stood between you two.

"(Name)?" You heard Khonshu call from behind you. You turned your head to him. "Hey Khonshu. Good to see you." Your voice was soft and caring. "Don't worry I've got this" and in one swift motion you blocked the fist that was about to make contact with your face.

You turned to meet Ammit's eyes. "I thought you may have changed Ammit, but of course you being who you are, I knew deep down nothing could help you. Sorry it has to be this way." You said. Your grip suddenly tightened on Ammit's hand as a large crushing noise could be heard.

A bright light was shining from your hand as Ammit yelled in pain as the sunlight burned away her scaly flesh. You're eyes shown bright yellow and you grabbed onto her upper arm and quickly moved behind her while twisting her arm.

She yelled louder. Suddenly you saw a light from the temple. You knew it was Layla as she told you her plan before leaving off to help the other man. You looked at Ammit straight in the eyes.

"Rest well." You whispered as she was sucked away back into the temple only leaving a dusty mist within your grasp. You looked over to see Khonshu standing up and staring at you.

You both shrunk back to your normal size. He started to walk towards you. "(Name)...I...I'm so sor-" before he could even finish you ran towards him and wrapped your arms around him.

Khonshu froze. He wasn't delusional. You were here. He could hold you. You felt his arms slowly wrap around you as if you were an antique and fragile object that was on the verge of breaking.

The two of you stood in each other's embrace until you pulled away. You took in a deep breath. “We should go check on those two, or three." You giggled. "Or four." Khonshu chuckled. You looked at him in disapproval and shook your head while smiling.

You finally had your best friend back. As the two of you started making your way towards the temple you thought to yourself.

'I'm back in the real world one thousand years after being in-caged in stone and Khonshu is right beside me. He's my best friend. I still can't like him after all this time-" you were in a silent denial.

You two entered the temple to see Harrow on the slabbed stable. You zoned out while Marc spoke with Khonshu. You felt a tap on your arm. You looked down and saw Layla. You nodded.

"Thank you for your service as my avatar, Layla." You said as your eyes shined in approval. You felt your power return to you.

"If you want him dead do it yourself we had a deal!" You heard Marc yell at Khonshu who nodded and held up his end of the deal. You slightly rolled your eyes knowing damn well this wasn't the end.

Marc and Layla left the temple while leaving Harrow on the broken table.

You and Khonshu eventually left as well.

-Time Skip-

Since you no longer had an avatar you decided to stay with Marc, Steve and Layla. They didn't mind which was surprising. Since Layla could still see you, the two of you actually became close.

Today you were in the back of a car with Khonshu who was in a suit. You kept trying to get glances of the god without him noticing. While on the other hand, Khonshu was slightly flustered but of course without showing any emotion. He decided to take a risk.

"Do you like what you see?" He said quite smugly and calmly while on the inside he slightly panicked. You looked straight at him. "Bold of you to assume such a thing Khonshu" you giggled. He turned away trying to look in the direction of the window, only for his beak to hit against the glass.

You laughed. "You still have that gorgeous laugh." Khonshu whispered. You froze in shock. You began to stutter. Before you could give an answer, Khonshu sat in the seat next to you. "Listen there's something you must know." He started. You stared at his gloved hand which slowly grasped onto your thigh.

Khonshu has no idea what has come over him but the sudden urge to be near you flushed through him. You shushed him. "Let me say it first." You pleaded. He nodded. You're faces were close together.

"Khonshu, I missed you so much over the past one thousand years but I must confess, even through the years being trapped in stone I was still in love with you. I understand you may only see me as a friend but I needed you to know." You sighed.

Khonshu's free hand made it's way up to cup your face. He leaned towards your ear. "I feel the same way (Name)..." He whispered into your ear. Suddenly the car door flung open and Harrow was thrown inside.

The two of you quickly pulled away from each other. Harrow held his head and looked up to see you two. He chucked. "I see you got your partner back Khonshu..." "Silence you bug. We are not here for a long conversation. We're here to get rid of that demon within you." Khonshu growled.

You saw the window from the driver's seat slide down. "Meet Jake Lockley. My new avatar." Jake lifted a gun towards Harrow.

"Goodbye Ammit" Khonshu growled as two shots were fired.

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Whoohoo! I'm finally finished writing this! I'm actually really proud of this one! Hope you enjoyed reading it! Thank you!

#moon knight #x reader #khonshu #khonshu x reader #marc spector #steven grant #marvel #moon knight one shot #khonshu one shot #oscar issac #marvel one shot #moon knight marvel #layla spector #wattpad #mk headcanons

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