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Nesting + crybaby Jake
#moon knight#marc spector#jake lockley#jakemarc#Steven isn’t there but his items are#implied stevenmarc#omega marc spector#alpha jake lockley#steven is an alpha too#sobari art
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Omega goes to an Alpha and clings on them to get away from another creepy Alpha/Beta.
With Marc or Jake please 🥰
I chose Jake! I hope you like it! 💙
My Hero
(pt 2)
You were ready to make a scene.
The Alpha in front of you was clearly tipsy, watery eyes glued to your chest the entire time you gritted out curt responses to his forced conversation, and you smacked his wandering clammy hands away from your backside more times than you cared to count. You were beyond fed up with the sad excuse for an Alpha, but a small knot of anxiety stopped you from calling him out. He had practically corned you at the bar and the bartender seemed oblivious to your increasingly panicked stares. Even your protests of having a boyfriend, however untrue, didn’t seem to faze him and instead caused him to leer at you in a way that had you fighting the bile rising in your throat. You were seriously regretting your late night drink. Thankfully, the bartender decided to cut him off for the night, and he was distracted long enough for you to slip away and escape further into the bar.
The few people who lingered around barely looked in your direction and you began to panic once more as you glanced over your shoulder and spotted the Alpha finally noticing your absence. Flashes of grisly newspaper articles with your picture attached raced through your head as anxiety gripped you and you honestly considered crawling out the bathroom window until your wild eyes settled on a lone man sitting slumped against the far corner of the bar. He was curled over his drink, with a wild mop of dark curls peeking out from underneath a newsboy hat, black leather gloves placed neatly next to his glass on the bar top, and his tan skinned glowed beautifully under the neon lights from what you could see. What caught your attention was his broad shoulders and tight intimidating scowl curling his lips.
In your panicked state your inner Omega deemed him safe.
Not thinking much else, you darted over towards him, and you stumbled in your heels in your haste and collided into him with a small ‘oof’. The man grunted in surprise as he immediately reached out to steady you, but your eyes were glued to the creeper prowling towards you from across the bar.
Your hands fisted into the lapel of the man’s jacket as your eyes whipped back around and you met his deep brown eyes with the terror you could feel clawing at your chest.
“There’s this creepy guy and he won’t leave me alone and I’m getting scared. I don’t know what to do, I’m all alone, I even told him I have a boyfriend, which I mean I don’t and I think he knows that, and he still won’t leave me alone,” you rambled breathlessly and the man in front of you stared at you with utter confusion.
Then, dark obsidian eyes flicked over your shoulder and hardened into something fierce. He shifted off his seat and lightly pushed you so you were standing on his other side and you followed his gentle prodding while keeping a hand clutched to his jacket. You realized that he had put you close to the wall and then put himself on your other side, effectively blocking any access to you. The man took a deep breath before he ducked his head and ran his stubbled jaw across your throat, effectively scenting you publicly, and you were too shocked at the display to jerk away. His lips found your scent gland, tentatively brushing against it in a way that had you automatically tilting your chin up, and you heard him murmur appreciatively.
Your inner Omega preened at making the Alpha happy. He moved a little closer, a strong arm coming to curl loosely around your waist, and you finally caught a whiff of his scent. Spiced citrus, whiskey, and clean laundry filled your nose and made your brain fuzzy in a way alcohol never could.
“Jake,” the man whispered against your skin in a voice lightly accented, lips moving against your throat in a way that shouldn’t have been as erotic as it was, and you were momentarily confused by his words as he pulled back to grab his drink.
Only to bodily flinch when you saw the drunk Alpha loitering beside him.
“I hear you’re giving my girl trouble,” the man, ‘Jake’ she mentally corrected, said to the man as he polished off his drink and you felt his arm around your waist tighten.
You realized you had slowly burrowed yourself into his side.
The creeper squinted at Jake, clearly eyeing him suspiciously, and your hero narrowed his own eyes.
“She doesn’t smell like you,” the man slurred and you could feel the way Jake’s body tensed next to you and you realized that was why he had scented you only seconds earlier.
“You tried scenting my Omega?” he said lowly, danger clear in every syllable that rolled off his tongue, and you could almost imagine that you really were his Omega that he was protecting.
Jake leaned closer and aggression rolled off him in waves, but you weren’t scared of him. You probably should have been, an angry virile Alpha that had you clutched in his grasp, but you still felt safer than you had the entire night.
“You wanna try to fight me for her?” he continued, both taunting and angry with dark eyes glittering from underneath his hat, and you gasped lightly at the archaic practice he mentioned.
The creeper paled and took a stumbling step back as Jake took another step forward and it was your turn to step forward.
Your hand on his lapel tightened and your other arm wrapped around his waist from underneath his jacket. His body was firm, his body heat seeping through the thin material of his shirt, and you let a soft whine bubble up your throat.
“Jake,” you whispered and you mentally applauded yourself for not flinching in surprise when a warm hand reached up to cup the nape of your neck without taking his eyes off the man in front of him.
You shivered at the possessive touch, his long fingers brushing over your scent glands almost as if to soothe you, and the drunkard seemed to take that as his chance to flee.
“Jake,” you said again, a little more firmly as your eyes scanned his face, but his eyes were trained on the back of the retreating man with single-minded intensity that had a cold chill sweeping down your spine and his lips pressed into a thin line.
“Justice will catch up to him soon, princesita,” he muttered cryptically with a fleeting pleasant squeeze on your neck that made your eyes flutter and you suddenly didn’t care about the drunk creeper anymore.
Your attention was now focus on your hero who was now looking at you with curious eyes and a small smile curling his lips.
#jake lockley#moon knight#jake lockely x reader#moon knight x reader#a/b/o prompt fill#oscar isaac#oscar issac x reader#marvel cinematic universe#alpha jake lockley#the cryptid answers
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New "the Moon Knights are friends with the Beaubiers" fic, new Warm Supportive Team-Up art.
(Marc may have found his niche, as the "no, yeah, we are crazy, what are you gonna do about it?" headmate.)
#Moon Knight#Moon Knight fanart#Alpha Flight#Marvel#Jake Lockley#Aurora Beaubier#Marc Spector#Personality Three Beaubier#Steven Grant#Jeanne-Marie Beaubier#Cover of Knight#Ptah's fanart#Beaubier system
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In Progress/Future/Potential Fics
This is more for my own reference than anything. Just to keep track of the fics I’m planning to write. I don't include posting dates anymore, as my schedule is more unreliable now, but this list is in the order I plan to write things.
Masterlist
Key:
😈 - Smutty Thoughts
🔥 - Strictly Foreplay or Not Really Full-Blown Smut
💦 - Smut
💥 - Arguing Between the Pairing
💔 - Angst
💕 - Fluff
❤️🩹 - Hurt/Comfort
🐺 - A/B/O Dynamics
⚔️ - Historical AU
In Progress:
1. Corruption (Request): part 2 & 3 🐺💦
The Walking Dead - NOT related to 'the Claim' - a sheltered omega reader with no real knowledge about presentations, heat/rut cycles etc.
Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.
Future Fics:
1. Arthur Request 💦
Red Dead Redemption - Arthur fingering the Reader with his leather gloves on.
2. Arthur Request 💦
Red Dead Redemption - High Honor Arthur with a shy, virgin Reader
3. Coveted (Multi-Part Series) 🐺💔💦
The Walking Dead - You and Rick have an agreement to help each other through your respective heats and ruts. It’s never been anything more than that, despite how much you wished for the opposite. After arriving in Alexandria, Rick decides that it's time your arrangement comes to an end and you reluctantly try to move on from the feelings you've developed for him. Nevertheless, jealousy ends up getting the better of you.
Sequel to Corruption.
Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.
4. Heat 🐺💦
The Walking Dead - Daryl has always had his own subtle way of helping you in the buildup to your heats. Turning a blind eye when one of his shirts goes missing, letting you scent him in private moments away from the others… but after the loss of the prison, your heat hits again while you’re on the road and Daryl has to take a more hands-on approach to help you this time.
Alpha Daryl Dixon/Omega Fem!Reader - *you essentially replace Beth in the period after the group loses the prison.
5. Nattstemning 💦
The Walking Dead - When the group arrives in Alexandria, it's revealed that there aren't enough beds for you all to get your own, so some of you have to share. You get paired with Rick and his hands tend to wander in his sleep. My first attempt at the ‘there’s only one bed’ trope.
Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader.
6. The Devil in Me (Multi-Part Series) 🐺💦💔
Supernatural - Dean gave up on finding his true mate a long time ago. Considering the life he leads, he always thought it was better that way. It must be another one of life’s sick jokes that when he finally found you, it was while he bore the mark of Cain and right before he dies and comes back as a demon.
Demon!Dean/Deanmon, Mark of Cain Dean, Alpha Dean, Omega Reader, Female Reader.
7. The Claim (Rewrite) 🐺💦
The Walking Dead - A rewrite of the original that I intend to also make longer, with better pacing.
Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.
8. Undone in Sorrow (Rewrite) 🐺💔
The Walking Dead - A rewrite of the original that I intend to have better pacing and an improved plot.
Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.
9. Endzeitfragmente Part 3 (Untitled; Multi-Part Series) 🐺💦💔
The Walking Dead - Sequel to the Claim and Undone in Sorrow, that I intend to be much more of an AU following the events of All Out War and to conclude Rick and the Reader's story. Still in very early stages of plotting it out, but I plan for it to be a big deviation from the show after s8's events.
Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem! Reader.
10. Untitled Moon Knight Fic (Multi-Part Series) ⚔️💕❤️🩹💦💔
Moon Knight - Historical AU where you are the daughter of the King, who decides to marry you off to the mysterious Marc Spector who is keeping more secrets than you ever could have imagined. Arranged marriage; no MCU powers; takes inspiration from Henry VIII's reign and court; includes all three moon boys.
Marc Spector/Fem!Reader, Steven Grant/Fem!Reader, Jake Lockley/Fem!Reader.
Potential Fics:
These are fic ideas I've had that aren't high on my list in terms of priority and that I haven't seriously committed to writing. If any stick out to you, feel free to let me know that you're interested as it may make me more inspired to write them.
1. Shelter for My Soul 💕💔
Red Dead Redemption - In his final days, Arthur finds the time to slip away from camp and visit his family. As he takes it all in for the last time, he remembers the times you’ve all spent together.
Arthur/Fem!Reader - *You and Arthur are married and have children (but you have your own home and don’t live with the gang).
2. A Fine Night of Concealed Debauchery 💦
Red Dead Redemption - While the gang throws a party, a slightly drunk Arthur is playing poker and pulls you onto his lap. It isn't long before his hands start wandering under the table, making him quickly lose focus on the game.
Arthur Morgan/Fem!Reader.
3. Dominance, Submission 🐺💦
The Walking Dead - You act recklessly (yet again), causing Rick to force you into submission and teach you a lesson. Light bdsm, set in the early prison era. A light sequel to ‘the Claim’ that can be read independently of it.
Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.
#Dean Winchester x Reader#alpha dean x omega reader#alpha!rick grimes x omega!reader#Daryl Dixon x reader#alpha!daryl Dixon x omega!reader#demon dean x reader#deanmon x reader#marc spector x reader#steven grant x reader#jake lockley x reader#arthur morgan x reader#rick grimes x reader
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WHY DO I WANT FERAL ALPHA STEVEN WITH A BREEDING KINK HUH
OH FUCKING HELL
MAYBE BECAUSE THAT’S A GREAT FUCKING IDEA THAT’S WHY
BUT
LIKE
NSFW PIC BELOW IG?????? CUZ I CAN’T NOT SHARE THIS WITH YOU?????
AKA ALPHA STEVEN TAKING YOU IN DOGGY TRYIN TO EASE BOTH HIS RUT AND YOUR HEAT
I am. Feral. For this image. I’m a whore ok. My mind takes normal pics and makes them whorish.
@lovely-cryptid!!! I SUMMON YOU FOR YOUR FERAL ALPHA STEVEN THOTS
#stormkobra 5 answers#moon knight#steven grant#marc spector#jake lockley#steven grant x reader#steven grant x reader smut#alpha!steven grant
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alpha/beta readers needed!
hiiii. so my blog may not look it but i am a writer. i’ve started writing fanfic for one of my beloved fandoms, moon knight, that will be posted on ao3. it will be a y/n type of read. think marc spector x reader.
pleaaase comment if interested! 18+ and complete love for the system required 😛💗 bonus points if you’re poc!
#moon knight fic#moon knight#jake lockley fluff#marc spector fluff#marc spector fic#steven grant fic#steven grant fluff#marc spector#alpha reader#beta reader
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Just out of pure curiosity. Would you ever concider a ABO type fic for moon knight? Cuz your stories are so good and i very much enjoy reading all of them.
first of all thank u so much!! i'm very interested in doing an moon knight abo fic since all they boys would have to be the same designation.
i think marc and jake would be the more 'typical' macho alphas where steven is sooo soft. like he would pamper and spoil his omega 24/7, expect regular bubble baths and pillow forts. and he would love surprising you w/ soft stuff for your nest 🥹
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in your veins, burning like a broken saint
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[AO3] [moonsea series]
There was a certain misery in a love that had been touched by desperation, in a reciprocation that was prevented by conscience and heartbreak. There was a certain love in desires that had been marred by fate, in the helplessness that they couldn’t save themselves from. [Marc/Steven; alpha/alpha; abo au; published 2022-06-20; word count: 6,500]
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The first thing Steven noticed when he woke up was the horribly acute scent of sex wafting in the air. The sharp tang of coffee and blood, softened only marginally by lavender and hydrangea; sweat and semen that seemed to pool around him, from him; the acrid scent of smoke that was always present in Jake’s room even if Steven kept complaining about it, said that Jake should open his windows when he smoked.
The second thing he noticed was the unbearable ache from his lower back and his arsehole, throbbing sharply as soon as his senses were awake enough to register it. It wasn’t just from those two areas, his whole body felt like he had been run over by a fucking truck. He felt a sting on his neck, and winced when he reached up and felt the edges of a dried bite wound—one of them, anyway. When he pulled off the blanket, his chest and thighs were covered by them. Some were deep enough to leave indents, some of them turned into bruises.
He looked like he had been run over by a truck. Bite wounds, finger-shaped bruises, hickeys, and, he wrinkled his nose at this, dried semen stuck to his skin. They all served as a reminder to what he did last night, when he stormed off from his shared apartment with Marc, to Jake’s. My God, he thought with a sigh as he looked over to the side and found Jake snoring lightly in his sleep, one of his hands under the pillow, and Steven knew he was holding his gun. Even deep in slumber, Jake could never stop bracing himself for danger.
He stared at Jake’s back, where similar bite marks and deep scratches from well-trimmed nails were seen. Steven knew they were from him, and he narrowly missed the urge to scream out his frustration and embarrassment. Instead, he just buried his face into the cusp of his palms and tried to banish the snippets of memory of him and Jake tousling on the couch, the bathroom, the bed; grappling at each other like wild animals with claws too sharp, the scent of lust and anger enveloping them both until neither of them could breathe right anymore.
He had just made a colossal mistake, it seemed. In his bout of rage and disappointment, he left and did the very thing that Marc had literally begged on his knees for him not to do. Steven could feel the spindly fingers of guilt whispering on his back, traipsing up his skin, waiting to sink their claws into his lungs. But it was too early in the morning, and Steven had just woken up from what looked like an animalistic fornication, and he still remembered clearly his argument with Marc the day before. Guilt had always been an emotion he felt so acutely, trouncing nearly everything. But today, he hadn’t healed from the hurt that Marc had elicited in him from his silence, from his refusal of acknowledgment about what the hell was happening between them.
For the first time in his life, Steven let the anger win.
“Find somewhere else to mope,” he heard Jake’s groggy voice, and turned around. Jake seemed to be amused when Steven squeaked and tried to cover himself up with the blanket. He tugged back just to be cruel, and laughed when Steven covered his lower half with the pillow instead. “What’s the matter, little dove? I don’t think you should be embarrassed now, considering how pretty you looked when you were all shameless and desperate for my—”
“Bloody hell, just shut up,” Steven hissed, slapping his palm over Jake’s mouth, and narrowed his eyes when the man just continued to laugh. He sighed, closing his eyes, and prayed for patience to whichever God that still had enough mercy to hear him out. He felt Jake’s fingers closing around his, the press of lips against the back of his hand. Steven opened his eyes, and flushed at the darkening look on the man’s face. “Jake,” he tried, then coughed in embarrassment when his voice broke in the middle. “Jake,” he tried again, this time with slightly more success.
Jake hummed, deep and rough around the edges, still addled with sleep and the leftover desires that were making themselves known in the early morning light. His kisses trailed upward, and he moved along with them, pushing away the pillow and placing his cold palm on Steven’s thigh. “You have to go back, yes? Then let me leave some souvenirs for Marc. Isn’t that what you want? For him to see that others could claim you if he won’t?”
Steven swallowed, and exhaled a defeated sigh as he let Jake push him down on the bed, let him press their lips together, let him tug at Steven’s hair to bare his neck so he could place another mark on the small space left. He slipped his fingers through Jake’s curls, caressing gently. He bit his lip to prevent a moan from slipping out when he felt the sharp canines pierced through his skin, sending an electric jolt to his veins, making his cock harden alarmingly fast. He had just discovered last night that he had a thing for pain. Jake had looked near feral, ready to tear him apart when he realized this as well.
It only pained him slightly that the familiar face above him was not someone he had wanted it to be.
“Stop thinking so loud,” Jake whispered as his bites travelled down. “I told you to find somewhere else to mope. But you wanted to be here, didn’t you, sweet thing? All you have to do is to say so and I’ll stop. But I didn’t hear anything since last night but your filthy, filthy cries and my name on your lips.” He pushed himself up and looked at Steven in the eyes, a grin filled with nothing but chaos and unholy glee carved on his lips. “Do you want me to stop now, Steven?”
Steven stared back with something close to defiance, curling his fingers around his guilt and the memories of Marc’s back, walking away from the argument, from him. He gripped Jake’s hair tightly, and pulled him down, close enough for their breaths to mingle, close enough to whisper his dirty secrets right into this man’s lungs.
“No,” he said, nearly growled it out, and Jake’s grin turned into a moan when they kissed; hungrily, roughly, like they sought to destroy each other instead of patching up the fractures they had within their hearts.
At this point, maybe Steven didn’t want to.
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Marc’s eyes bled red faster than Steven had ever seen them did when he came back, bringing with him Jake’s scent all over his body, over his nape where a hideous, raw wound was only slightly covered by his collar. Every step he took to the elevator, people turned their heads so fast to look at him. Steven knew that it was rare for alphas to be together, but it was probably more because of him—every single occupant of this building knew him as this docile, chattery, awkward man who was probably a virgin his whole life. It was pretty understandable that they’d be shocked to see him walking in like that, shamelessly displaying the fact that he was fucked six ways to Sunday through his scent alone.
Steven felt a whisper of fear along his spine, but he stood tall as he locked the door. He was a fractured part of Marc, and he was an alpha, too, wasn’t he? He wouldn’t back down. Not anymore. Marc could bring his posturing anywhere else.
“Steven,” Marc called out, low and dangerous, his eyes alight in the dim light of the apartment.
He stared ahead at those eyes, trying not to flinch. Back when all this living nightmare started, when strange things happened to him, when he had to fight for his life, when he almost died, when he almost lost Marc, when they fought Harrow, the strongest emotion that he felt was fear. It all but fled him now, as he walked closer to the lion’s den.
He dropped his bag thoughtlessly, shed his jacket, rolled up his sleeves so Marc could see where else Jake had left the traces of his touch. It was only through sheer embarrassment and a touch of insecurity that prevented him from baring his naked body altogether. But he didn’t need to, because Marc’s eyes progressively went wilder the more he took in the state Steven was in, the more he inhaled Jake’s and Steven’s scents, entwined closer than the bond that the three of them shared. Steven walked closer, and told himself not to back down, over and over again.
“What did you do?” Marc asked at last after an excruciating silence, their alphas clashing against each other, trying to see who could dominate the room. None of them would win, they both knew it, but they were too angry, too tired, to ever stop and think, to feel.
“What does it look like, Marc?” he shot back, standing just a few steps away from Marc.
Marc’s fists were curled tight on the table, any longer and his nails would pierce the skin; any longer and he’d be too coiled to talk, lost to the violence. So, Steven braced for it, squaring his shoulders and ignoring the ache in his heart. But the moment Marc saw him readying himself for an attack, all fight seemed to be drained from his body. He looked down, looked dejected and sad instead, and Steven looked away for a moment. The ache was stronger, louder in its cage.
When Marc stood up, a sigh escaping his lips, Steven still didn’t look at him. “Sleeping with him isn’t going to help with anything, Steven. So is your passive aggressiveness, or leaving around the divorce papers for me to see.”
Irritation climbed back into the foyer of his heart, cruelly shoving down the ache and longing. “Yeah?” he said, a sneer curling on his lips. Maybe he hung around Jake too much. Because never in his life that he would ever think he could be this angry, this vicious in taking down everyone with him, this desperate in showing that he was hurt and that he was ready to hurt others in return. The sneer felt strange, but he kept it intact as he shoved at Marc’s reaching hand. “So is running away from the problem, Marc. Ever thought of that? Of course you didn’t, because all you ever thought is yourself, and what you want, and never, never, once you ever asked me about how I want to do this.”
“Steven,” Marc said, almost pleading, grasping Steven’s shoulders and tightening his hold when Steven struggled. “We’ve talked about this. I told you, we couldn’t; we shouldn’t.”
“Then, perhaps, you shouldn’t have come back with me,” Steven said, hurt evident in his voice. God, and he had told himself to be strong, to not be weak to Marc’s somber eyes. A touch and he crumbled down to this bumbling, sensitive, weak man who couldn’t let go despite knowing that Marc was right. They couldn’t, they shouldn’t. “Shouldn’t tell me what to do and what not to do; shouldn’t mind if I’m with someone else.”
Then you should just leave me, he wanted to say, but he couldn’t. It’d just hurt him more than it would Marc. Because Steven was aware that he had put too much of himself, of his hopes, into this mess.
Marc said it instead, then. “Do you want me to leave then?”
Steven looked at him, then, startled. He instinctively curled into himself, and Marc sighed in what felt like defeat. He carefully wrapped his arms around Steven, closing his palm over Jake’s bite mark on Steven’s nape. His breathing was harsh, but his touch was gentle, almost revering. Steven wanted to scream and hit this man with everything that he could. If Marc could touch him like this, then why were they stuck in this stalemate? If Marc didn’t want to leave either, then why was he so far to the touch, to what Steven had thought they both wanted? Nothing made sense anymore ever since they left the last battle against Harrow and Ammit.
“Don’t leave,” he whispered into the fabric of Marc’s shirt.
Marc curled his fingers into Steven’s hair, pulling him closer. “I won’t,” he replied, just as quiet. He sounded like it broke his heart to say it out loud. “You’re right,” he then said after he sucked in a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have told you how to live your life. You can—you can do what you want, Steven; be with anyone you want, with Jake, if that’s what you desire.”
Steven pulled away from the embrace, eyebrows drawn together, mouth slightly agape. “What—” he tried, but the rage was building up again, the hurt and the frustration and all the confusion that kept following him ever since Marc took his hand and led him back to this apartment. “That’s not what I meant, Marc. Why can’t you just—” he stopped himself, and gritted his teeth.
Marc stood there, looking helpless and Steven didn’t understand how he was the one looking like Steven just broke his heart when Marc was the one who laid all these rules, who touched Steven as if he wanted him, the one who kept leaving when Steven tried to reach out.
He turned on his heels and picked up his bag from the floor. He still had a mind to check on Gus, and felt a pang on his chest when he saw that the fish had been fed, the tank cleaned. All this shit Marc did for Steven, and he couldn’t even give the only thing that he truly wanted. It would be hilarious if it wasn’t so sad. He tried not to feel bad when he slammed the door behind.
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“Whatever is going on between you and him, I want no part of it,” Jake said easily as he let Steven in. “Damn, cariño, never seen you this angry before. Except maybe last night.”
Steven ignored him and flopped on the couch. It was brand new, just like everything else in the apartment because Jake didn’t waste time in shaping his life after he got his own body. Sometimes, Steven envied him, because now that they weren’t tied together, didn’t have to share one body anymore, didn’t need to serve a bloodthirsty god involuntarily, Jake already knew what he wanted, what he should do to get it.
Here Steven was, with freedom to live his life as his own person, yet he was still chained to the past, to the person whom he had belonged to. His own body, his own hands, his own legs, his own heart, and still Steven didn’t know how to stop being a part of Marc. Jake was right, as he sometimes reminded Steven when he was being like this, he was pathetic.
Jake poked him with his toe, and Steven grunted in reply, face still buried in the soft pillows. “Change your clothes, and take a shower. As much as I like you smelling like me, you reek.”
“And whose fault is that?” he quipped back, though he had to fight back a blush when Jake grinned dirtily at him. He fled to the bathroom faster than Jake could find the end of his laughter. He sighed as he looked at his reflection. He looked wrecked; no wonder Marc seemed ready to obliterate the nearest object in sight.
Marc had… this weird sense of possessiveness towards him, ever since they came back from the Duat. It started out subtle—him buying Steven clothes and perfumes, scenting him when he was about to go out, leaving his clothes on Steven’s bed, holding his nape, buying him food, glaring at anyone who dared to stare whenever they went out together. He first thought it was just because Marc was worried about him, but the more he did it, the more he realized that Marc was trying to leave his mark in all the indirect ways that he could.
He didn’t like seeing Steven talking to anyone who smelled like they had the barest hint of interest in him. He didn’t permit Steven going out with Scott after he reapplied for tour guide position at the museum. He bristled whenever someone approached them. The bluntest he had ever been was when he told Steven to not seek Jake out.
And Steven, stupidly enough, had been so obedient to Marc’s wishes, had been so happy to be taken care of, to have Marc’s attention and fleeting touch on him. Until he found the divorce papers again, that was.
The bang on the door pulled him back to the present, and he lifted his hands a little to see that they were pruned. No wonder Jake was impatient.
“Clothes are outside,” Jake called out. “Hurry up, little dove, or I’ll pee all over your bag.”
It made Steven laughed, if a little horrified. Jake was just… so different, than him and Marc. Steven knew he carried the most of the brunt from Marc’s childhood, that he had been the one protecting them when the assault was too much to handle, that he had saved their lives more times than they could count. But Jake was so inexplicably, unapologetically himself, even when he was still within the system, that it was just hard to ever see him as a part of Marc Spector. Perhaps, that was the reason why he went against what Marc had told him, and sought Jake out. He wanted to have something in his life that didn’t have anything to do with or remind him of Marc.
“Breakfast on the table,” Jake said, before he hurried into the bathroom as soon as Steven stepped out.
He put on the clothes Jake had given to him. They fit him just right, considering they were the same size, came from the same person. It didn’t stretch as much across the shoulders, since Steven didn’t have the luxury of having a muscled body without working out anymore. He really should hit the gym or something. Osiris’ gift wasn’t exactly immune to fat and laziness, after all.
The breakfast was vegan, and it brought a small smile to Steven’s lips. Jake didn’t really remember, or perhaps didn’t care enough, the first time around. But he got the message at last after Steven whined and grumbled as he set aside the meat from the food. Jake wasn’t as attentive as Marc, but he was more honest, if a bit rude and careless about Steven’s feelings. But it was nice to have someone who didn’t hide anything from him, including the horrible details about Jake’s decision to work as a hired gun now.
Marc didn’t notice the first time that Steven met with Jake, because he made sure to covered himself in scent blocker and the perfume Marc had bought for him each time he came home. But when he did, the fight was bad enough that Marc left for two days, and Steven went to work looking like he died twice within the span of five hours; bad enough for Steven to stop seeing Jake for some time, until he smelled an omega’s scent on Marc. That was the first time he slept with Jake, stumbling on his touch, yet determined all the same to forget about Marc’s scent, entwined with something else that made him think you should have been mine alone.
That thought horrified him, because despite his clear affection and desires, Marc wasn’t his. Marc was possessive to begin with because he only had few good things in life, so he clung to them with everything that he had. Steven could understand this. But he wasn’t. It was the first time he had felt that cruel, that possessive, that undignified in his jealousy. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling.
“Can I ask you to do something for me?” he asked when Jake came back.
“Depends on the rewards,” the man smirked, leaning down to loom over Steven. “What is it, little dove?”
“I want you to find out where Layla is right now,” Steven said, and Jake’s smirk faded.
The man pulled out a chair for himself, and sat down heavily. “Why do you want that information?”
“I thought you didn’t want to know?” Steven tried to joke, but it felt bland even to himself. He heaved a deep breath and put down his sandwich. “After the last battle, she asked Marc to leave with her. He didn’t.”
“He came back with you, I’m aware of this,” Jake nodded.
“Marc still kept the divorce papers in his bag,” Steven said, looking away for a moment. “He never signed it. Sometimes, he read them again, and he’d try to call Layla. He always ended the call before she could pick up. He never picked up her calls either.”
“So, you’ve given up, is what you’re telling me?”
Steven gave him a bitter smile. “I don’t think there’s even something to fight for to begin with.”
Jake considered him for a moment, gaze sharp and intrusive, and Steven fought not to squirm. Jake was the only one who got mismatched eyes after they were granted their own bodies. The red left eye felt like it was all seeing, all knowing; it glowed brighter when his alpha showed up, when both of his eyes were red. Steven still had difficulties to this day holding a staring contest with Jake because of it.
“Talk to him, one last time,” Jake said in the end. “If nothing good comes out of it, I’ll tell you where El-Faouly is.”
Steven’s lips trembled. He was tired of talking, sick of it, because nothing ever came out of his attempts to actually find out why Marc had come home with him instead of with Layla. All it ever did was made them fight, made them tense around each other, made the heartache and longing worse. He sounded small and hesitant when he said, “Can I stay with you when he leaves?”
Jake pursed his lips at Steven’s choice of words. “Sure,” he nodded. “Just make sure you remember that I’m not him.”
“I know,” Steven said, and it made his stomach churn. Jake and Marc might have been tied to the same soul, but they couldn’t be more different to each other. It wasn’t just the scent, it was the behavior, the mannerism, the mindset, the personality, everything. Steven wasn’t looking for a replacement. He just wanted someone who understood to be there with him. “Can I stay with you for a few days?”
Jake’s grin returned to his lips as he ruffled Steven’s curls. “Don’t hog the blanket. You know I keep a gun under my pillow.”
“Thank you for the hospitality,” Steven said dryly. “Very reassuring.”
“I aim to please, little dove,” Jake said smugly. “Now finish you breakfast, and for the love of fuck, don’t mope when I’m around. I’m a killer, not your therapist.”
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Over the course of a few days, he adamantly ignored Marc’s texts. When he kept calling, Steven turned off the phone. Jake sighed and took out his cigarette as he handed Steven a stack of papers. It was Layla’s background and whereabouts, all the things that were more than what he had asked for. A particular detail made him feel like he was sucker-punched to the gut.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” Jake said without looking at him. “Don’t say things you didn’t mean.”
Steven honestly didn’t even know what he wanted to say anymore. The small line on the paper was blurry in front of his eyes from how hard he was staring at it. He felt empty as he gathered his things around the room. His legs felt heavy, like they were tied to leads, and he was dragging his steps as he walked to the front door. He didn’t think he wanted to know in what way Marc could break his heart again.
But Jake’s words stayed with him. Don’t run away, little dove, you can’t outrun heartache. So, he walked out, and let his heart bleed even before Marc could shatter it.
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Marc was on him immediately as soon as he stepped inside. His arms were tight, safe, as they wrapped around Steven. Marc’s familiar scent made Steven want to lean further into the embrace, made him want to cry and wish he’d never have these feelings to begin with. What use was talking this out if he already knew the bleak end? He wished that he stayed as a fracture of a mind, forever trapped within Marc, if only to never experience how it felt to have the man in his arms.
“I was worried something might happen to you,” Marc said against the skin of Steven’s neck, and he closed his eyes as he felt the warmth from those lips.
He wanted to stay in the embrace forever, to forget about anything and everything else. He was half-willing to stay in this stalemate, to ignore the mounting tension and desires, to be resigned to the fact that Marc would never claim him as his, to just be in this man’s arms for a short eternity, so he didn’t have to face the heartbreak. But the line was repeating endlessly in his head, and he pushed Marc away from him, arms weak and hesitant.
“Steven?” Marc called out, arms still holding around Steven’s shoulders. “Do you need some—oh.” Steven knew the exact time when Marc smelled Jake on him. He didn’t exactly hide it, didn’t think about hiding it. Couldn’t think of anything beyond the small line over Layla’s information. “You went to his place?” he asked, cautious, a clear displeasure he tried to keep out of his voice. He took a few deep breaths, and squeezed Steven’s shoulders. “It’s alright, Steven.”
It should be a reassurance, but to Steven, it felt like a confirmation instead. That Marc was willing to go to this length to keep him at bay, to create a distance between them that he had never wanted to cross. The stack of papers he had been holding, half-crumpled from how tight he had gripped it, he pushed it to Marc’s chest, who took it with a slight confusion.
Steven stepped away and put his bag on the table. He ambled away to his bed and sat on it, back turned towards Marc. He couldn’t bear to face the man when they talked about this. It was selfish, and perhaps, it was him running away. But his heart was breaking piece by piece and Steven was a weak, weak man towards Marc Spector. He wanted to be a coward if only to save himself a piece of his heart he could hold onto.
“Is that why you didn’t sign the papers?” he asked, voice soft. He heard Marc’s steps, padding towards where he was. Marc didn’t sit next to him, and though it hurt, Steven felt a little better about it. He didn’t think he could stop himself from begging Marc to stay if the man was to touch him again. “Because you have an unfinished bond with her? The mating bite didn’t take, did it? When you tried to call her, were you thinking of going back to her? To finish the bond?”
There was a heavy sigh, before Marc spoke. “Yes.”
Steven closed his eyes. He had expected as much, but it didn’t stop it from hurting so bad, an agonizing misery that spread throughout his body, made his lungs hollow so that ache could take place in their cradle. “Then go, Marc,” he said, couldn’t stop himself from breaking over the syllable. “Now you know where she is. You can go back to her.”
When Marc touched him, he didn’t fight it. All the anger, the frustration, the hope, they all fled him. All that was left was resignation. Marc’s face was somber, and he looked like he was barely holding himself back from pulling Steven into his arms again. “Steven,” he started, gentle and always so careful around Steven. “Did you ask Jake to do this?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. His eyes felt warm, the tears prickling yet unshed.
“Why?”
Why. Wasn’t that the question of the century? He laughed bitterly, and looked at Marc in the eyes. “You took my hand and took me home. You scented me over and over again. You don’t like it when other people are close to me. You don’t want me to be with someone else. You hold me close yet you keep me at an arm length. You smell like you want me, yet you look like you want to be anywhere but here.”
Marc listened to him. There was ache in his eyes, but Steven didn’t know what that meant. Didn’t know anything about him, at this point.
“If you don’t want me,” he continued, holding back his sobs, “if you really want to go back to her, then the least I could do was to make it easier for you. You can go, Marc. I won’t ask you to stay, I won’t ask you to have anything to do with me anymore.”
“Steven,” Marc said softly, cupping Steven’s face, eyebrows drawn together in visible pain when Steven couldn’t hold back his tears any longer. “Do you know why you wanted me to claim you?”
“Is that a trick question?” Steven asked between his sniffles. “Isn’t that obvious enough that I like you? My God, Marc, you know I’m bad at this. But I tried, because I thought you had wanted the same thing. Guess I thought wrong.”
“You didn’t,” Marc said, and Steven’s eyes snapped up at him, confusion coloring his gaze. Marc’s lips curled into a small smile, but the ache stayed in his eyes. “But I told you that we couldn’t. That we shouldn’t. Do you want to know why?”
Steven nodded, and waited with bated breath.
“You imprinted on me,” came the answer, and Steven reeled back from it. He didn’t understand, and there was a sliver of fear dredging up in his ribcage. He was starting to see why Marc was so adamant in refusing them both what they had wanted. “When we were in the boat, and we met for the first time, in different bodies. That’s when your alpha recognized me properly. When Jake and I came back for you on the Duat, that was when you imprinted on me. I know that you didn’t realize it, and I didn’t know how to tell you about it.”
“About what?” Steven asked, his throat suddenly dry, his voice rough. He almost didn’t want to hear the answer, because he knew that Marc would twist it into something his mind would make the most sense of, would change it entirely to satiate the self-hatred that Marc had for all his life.
“I didn’t know how to tell you, that what you’ve previously thought as affection and desires for me, are just something fabricated, because you latched onto the person you know the most, the person with the closest connection to you. You found out that your life is just one big, fabricated lie, and the only real thing was me. You are a part of me, and you unconsciously hold onto that.”
Steven was feeling sicker by the second, but Marc wasn’t done.
“You don’t want me, Steven,” he said with an empty smile. “You never did. You just thought that way because I’m the only one you ever trusted and knew with your whole heart.”
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He stared at Marc; incredulity written all over his face. “Are you even hearing yourself, Marc?” he asked, voice near hysterical from his shock. “Do you really believe all those bullshits?” Marc closed his eyes, inhaling deep, as if trying to retain his patience. But Steven didn’t want to hear any of this anymore.
“I like you not only because you’re a part of me! I like you because you protect me when you don’t have to, when you tried your best to make my life into something I could enjoy without all the bloodshed. I like you because you are who you are, because you’re stubborn and heartless at times, but you’re the kindest person I’ve ever known,” he heaved several gulps of air, and he let out a frustrated grunt when Marc still looked like he was watching a trainwreck, and he was helpless in the face of it. “I like you because you always use the same bloody cup each time we have breakfast and you keep complaining but you never stopped me from yapping about what I thought. I like you because you’re Marc Spector that I’ve come to love, not—not because of some bullshit spiel about me wanting you just because my alpha had mistakenly thought so. Why couldn’t you see that, Marc, please.”
“I know,” Marc whispered. But he looked down, the set of his strong shoulders now limp and hunched. “But that’s only the answer to one of the questions, isn’t it?”
Steven bit back a sob and fought the desperation clawing at his throat. He let Marc inch closer, let him take a few breaths before he was ready enough to look at Steven properly. He felt like he was looking at a dying man, and Steven didn’t know why.
“You’re all I ever wanted, do you know that?” Marc started, his smile a tad more genuine as he brushed away a stray curl from Steven’s eyes. He roved his gaze over Steven, settling on his lips for a moment, before he looked away, pain and shame rolling off of him in waves, so strong that it filled the whole room. “Because that’s what you’re meant to be.”
There was a stone sinking in Steven’s stomach when he pieced the fragments together. He closed his eyes, knowing what Marc was going to say even before the man continued.
“I was aware of you since I was a child,” Marc said, sounding nostalgic and wistful. “When I presented as an alpha… I- I couldn’t handle what happened to Mom anymore, because she was all the more hateful of my status, said that it was figured I’d turned into an alpha, into a mindless beast, a killer. I was lost and you were all I had. My alpha imprinted on you on my first rut.”
Steven’s heart seemed to break even further, the tiny pieces lay on the foyer of his heart, waiting to be blown away by the wind until he couldn’t find them anymore. Hopelessness filled him to the bone, replacing his anger and frustration.
“I didn’t finish the mating bond with Layla because I couldn’t,” Marc said, caressing the side of Steven’s face. “I went with you because you’re the only one my alpha recognized, everything it ever desired. You imprinting on me isn’t a mere coincidence, Steven.”
“No,” Steven whispered, shaking his head as if he could reject the reality. “Don’t—please, don’t, Marc. You don’t know that, you don’t—”
“You want me because you’re made to be,” Marc finished, laying the last blow. “I’m sorry, I truly am. I know that you love me, and that you’re sincere about it. I know you, Steven. I made you to be someone I wanted to be, someone I wanted to have as a companion in my life, someone I can escape to from my misery. But this… this isn’t love, this isn’t what you truly want. There is no freedom in your choice, because of my mistake. I’m sorry.”
Steven opened his eyes at last, and gripped the collars of Marc’s shirt. “Then why bother denying it? If I’m the one you wanted, if you made me to be a perfect mate for you, and I’m finally here, then why are you running away from it? I don’t care, Marc. I don’t care! Why should it matter that you made me to be like this? These are still my feelings, they’re real, and I still want you. Then why—why can’t we—”
Marc closed his fingers over Steven’s, his gaze soft and understanding. “Because I won’t be able to live knowing that you didn’t have a choice, that you didn’t get the chance to find someone you’d actually love, instead someone you’re made to love.”
“That’s not how it works!” he insisted, trying so hard to make Marc come to his senses. “You only wanted to go back to Layla because you thought it’s the only choice, because of a sense of obligation. Where’s the freedom in that? If- if I’m someone made for you, then why won’t you accept me?”
Marc made to pull away, but Steven took ahold of him, climbed into his lap to keep him in place. “If you thought that I imprinted on you because I’m a part of you, then why didn’t I imprint on Jake? Why didn’t he feel the same towards you, if this is only about our connected soul? Marc, please, why won’t you let us have this?”
“We can’t,” Marc repeated, but even his words started to lack conviction.
“But you still want me, don’t you?” he asked, and found his answer in the helplessness of Marc’s gaze. “Then you can have me. You don’t—we don’t need to have anything between us if you don’t want to. But don’t- don’t go back to her, stay, with me. I won’t go to anyone, either. I just want you, only you.”
The more he talked, the more Marc looked like he was pierced in the heart by a spear. He cupped Steven’s face and leaned up to press their foreheads together gently. “Don’t do this to yourself, sweetheart.”
Steven swallowed back an anguish sob and cradled Marc’s face. “Don’t go,” he whispered against Marc’s lips. “Please don’t let me go.”
Marc closed his eyes, sorrow in the flutter of his lashes. When he surged up to kiss Steven, all he could taste was the unshed tears and misery. But he was here, within Steven’s arms, staying despite everything. And even if this felt like defeat more than anything, Steven kept the broken pieces of his heart and offered them to Marc’s cold hands.
Even if there were no sunny days for them tomorrow, even if there was no warmth in the tangle of their lips, even if there was a yawning void between them, then Steven would take it. If the abyss was all he had, the only place he was heading towards, as long as Marc was there, then he’d willingly let himself fall.
Just so Marc wouldn’t let him go. Just so he could have this empty love for a moment longer.
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#moon knight#shiki writes#from ao3#marcsteven#jakesteven#marc spector#steven grant#jake lockley#a/b/o dynamics#alpha/alpha
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Kinktober day 22
Steven grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley + omegaverse
This is written in headcanon format, since I wanted to write about all three but couldn’t think of a way to involve all of them beside headcanons.
on the shorter side, but im still learning how to write omegaverse.
Kinktober 2023 masterlist.
Omega, but not the stereotypical omega. Hes fine taking care of himself, and isn’t weak or easily ordered around. Steven just likes to avoid conflicts, Marc and Jake wont back down from conflicts though.
Steven is an omega, so is Marc, but Jake is an alpha.
Physical body is omega, so even when Jake is fronting their body is still an omega, but Jake is immune to things like other alphas scent or when someone tries to scruff him or force him to submit.
Marc is mostly immune too, only buckling to you, his mate, but that’s because hes chosen to do so cuz he loves you.
Steven does enjoy making a nest in their bed, or wearing your clothes to cover himself in your scent. Marc doesn’t really make nests as a trauma response, and because he doesn’t feel as much of a need for it as Steven, he will bundle up some blankets though if he really needs it.
Steven’s scent is sweeter and milder than the other two, as I imagine their scent changes depending on who is fronting. The core smell is the same, but smaller changes happens so you can easily tell them apart, where others might struggle to do so.
Since their physical body is of an omega, they go into heat, but they tend to leave that to Steven since hes the only one who doesn’t despise it with his entire being.
Being in heat is uncomfortable of course, but Steven also enjoys it cuz it allows him to be taken care of by you and lets him put down his walls. None of them want pups though, so they always make sure to use protection.
Marc might front every now and then during heat when Steven is too exhausted, letting himself bask in his omega needs for a bit. Make sure to not treat him too stereotypically like an omega, he needs you to be rough and in charge, yes, but he will bite you if you try to scruff him or anything like that.
When Jake fronts during heats he just feels uncomfortable and very sweaty, so if he even does front, that’s when he showers and changes the sheets. That’s also when you can rest, as he just wants to cuddle and watch a movie or something.
Sex with them depends on who’s fronting. Steven likes to be taken with some power behind your thrusts, but he also loves slow and passionate lovemaking. Hes also the only one who liked being knotted, even if it won’t lead to pups.
Marc likes having some more power during, so he will ride you like a wild horse, growling and barring his teeth, making sure to scratch at your chest and leave hickeys all over.
Jake likes to do the fucking, be it bending you over the kitchen counter or up against the wall in the shower. He may not have a knot, but if you ever bought him a fake one to wear, he might bust right then and there as hed pounce on you immediately.
Your relationship would never lead to pups, as none of them want to get pregnant or would want you to carry. I just don’t think they’d be comfortable being parents, closest you’ll get is a pet, as they don’t wanna put an innocent kid in danger cuz of their night job.
This doesn’t mean your relationship is lacking anything though, as you guys find other things to find joy in, in your love life. It takes some time getting used too, but after a while it just becomes the norm, so no matter what others think you guys are happy.
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PART TWO (part one is here)
**please be sure to read any/all warnings attached to recommended fics prior to reading**
🔥 - explicit/mature content
Moon Knight
🔥cocktails (Jake Lockley x Shy!F!Reader) - @runa-falls
🔥house of balloons (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @whatthefishh
🔥Death to Dignity (Marc Spector x Reader) - @juneknight
🔥Heat (Alpha!Jake Lockley x Omega!F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor
Walk You Home (Steven Grant x Reader) - @writingsoftheloser
Boy Meets Cat, Boy Meets Girl (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch
Burn (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @soft-girl-musings
Museum Date (Marc Spector x Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor
🔥Good Boy, Steven (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor
The Lake (Steven Grant x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction
Stitches (Marc Spector x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction
Cry (Marc Spector x Reader) - @soft-girl-musings
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Cheat (Marc Spector x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction
🔥Bonfire Night (Uni!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor
March the 9th (Marc Spector x Reader) - @ivystoryweaver
Comedy of Errors (Teacher!Steven Grant x Teacher!Reader) - @soft-girl-musings
Salt & Pepper (Moon Boys x Reader) - @soft-girl-musings
Perfect Find (Steven Grant x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction
Sprinkles (Marc Spector x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch
🔥What You Like (Marc Spector x F!Reader x Steven Grant) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction
Not Enough (Marc Spector x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch
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Okay but can I request a smutty follow up to that Jake ABO thing you posted recently
Cos GOSH DANG THAT WAS HOT
My Hero
A direct sequel to this post. I hope everyone likes it! 🥺💙
(NSFW under the cut)
You really have no idea how your night ended up like this.
A small giggle escaped your lips as you struggled to get the key into the lock of your door, your brain and hands sluggish, and the Alpha pressed flush against your back was busy trailing kisses across your nape and nipping at your ear while his hands roamed over your body. You giggled again as his hands tickled lightly against your ribs through your coat and you turned your head to admonish him while wiggling away from the ticklish sensations. He instantly captured your lips with his and you could feel his small smile as you laughed against him. After he rescued you from the creepy Alpha at the bar, Jake had let you stay next to him to calm down, and your nervous rambling gradually dragged him into a conversation. Conversation led to drinks, which led to more conversation, which then somehow led to you both bundling into an Uber with his hands now clad in leather gloves holding the nape of your neck firmly as you just about straddled his lap while scenting him. You weren’t sure how the kiss happened, but suddenly his dark eyes were glittering from beneath his hat and then his lips were utterly devouring your own while his hand stayed tightly clasped at the back of your neck.
Exiting the Uber in a tangle of limbs was an awkward experience made even more awkward by the way the Beta Uber driver was smiling knowingly as you two pawed at each other going up the stairs to your house.
You really couldn’t find it in yourself to care too much.
The night air was freezing, the wind whipping around you both, but Jake was so warm pressed against you and his lips left a trail of fire as he kissed across your cheek and over your jaw and you only pulled away to fish out your keys.
“Need help with the door? Any longer and we might freeze out here, princesita,” Jake murmured against your lips, dragging you back to the present, and you realized that you now had your back against your door with your keys hanging forgotten from your fingertips.
“Your fault for distracting me,” you panted against him while handing him your keys and he just grinned.
As he blindly unlocked your door from behind your back you took the opportunity to wrap your hands around his waist from underneath his coat, shivering at his body heat soaking into your freezing body, and you playfully dragged your tongue over his scent gland as payback. His answering growl made your inner Omega preen smugly.
The door suddenly disappeared from behind you without warning and you fell backwards with a small shriek of surprise. Strong arms snapped around your waist and dragged you back to safety, Jake’s laughter filling your house as he shut the door quietly behind him with his foot, and you dissolved in a fit of giggles yourself. The house was dark, but his lips found yours easily and you cupped his cool cheeks as he slowly walked you backwards further into the house.
“I won’t let you fall,” he said softly, still smiling as he peppered lingering kisses on your lips between words, and you smiled.
‘My hero,’ you thought happily.
With some slight directing between kisses, and between layers of coats and sweaters and shoes littering the ground in your wake, you finally made it to your bedroom where you celebrated by plucking his newsboy hat from his head and flinging it over your shoulder. He nipped at your jaw sharply in retaliation.
There was enough light from the crescent moon filtering in through your small window to see his dark eyes watching you as he lightly pushed you on the bed, your fingers itched to tangle in his newly freed wild dark curls, and your breath caught on your throat as he pulled off his shirt. His simple black t-shirt was beautifully snug, but his bare chest was so much better, and you suddenly wished you flipped on the lights so you could see him better.
“Take off your clothes for me,” he said simply, voice soft but with an underlaying tone that made you scramble to obey, and his happy rumbling growl of “good girl” had warmth pooling in your belly.
Your dress was kicked away once you peeled it off, your tights and bra quickly followed, but your fingers hesitated at the waistband of your panties. A small whisper of doubt drifted through your head at what you were doing. You started your night trying to run away from a random pushy creepy Alpha and now you were about to have sex with another random Alpha. Warm calloused hands curled around your own, effectively pulling you from your spiraling thoughts, and you blinked up at Jake as he kneeled on your bed now clad only in black boxers. Heat bloomed in your face at the sight, but then he was nuzzling against your face and his spiced citrus scent was nothing but calm and relaxed.
“Simply gorgeous, princesita,” Jake purred while moving your hands so you could wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, his hands smoothing over your newly bared skin, and your small flicker of anxiety dissipated as he left your panties on.
Hoping to get back in the same headspace that you were in, you let your fingers trail over his shoulders and drift over his sinewy biceps as they flexed underneath your grasp, and he nibbled on your collarbone as you finally tangled your fingers into his soft hair. He kissed you again and you sighed into his mouth while dragging him closer. You lost yourself in his kiss, in the way his lips fit against yours and in the warm slick slide of his tongue as he immediately deepened the kiss, and you chased after him when he pulled back to look at you. His dark eyes were like shards of the night sky, inky black and filled with an intense heat that made you squeeze your thighs together at the answering ache between them, and he traced his thumb over your kiss swollen lips. Satisfied that you were now calm, he easily settled between your legs, and you eagerly hooked your legs over his waist. Jake’s long fingers then slowly trailed across your jaw before cupping your cheek as if he was mapping your features.
He pressed another fleeting kiss to your lips before staying pressed against your mouth with a small hum.
“What do you like, Belleza?” he asked and it took you a few seconds to focus on what he asked.
“You,” you replied simply, nipping at his lower lip so he would kiss you again, and you could feel him smile against you before relenting against your insistent nibbling and kissed you hard.
The soft moan that escaped your throat surprised you and so was the high pitched whine you squeaked out as his hand suddenly clasped across your throat firmly. You tilted your head back before you even realized you were doing it, your inner Omega howling for you to show your throat in submission, and your head went blissfully fuzzy as his fingers tightened slightly at your reaction.
“Okay,” he said simply, as if you had actually spoken, before pulling back and then away to kneel between your legs.
He shushed you as you whined at the lose of his comforting weight and body heat, your nipples pebbling in the cold air and chills erupting across your skin, and he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties before purposely hesitating.
Your earlier hesitation was long gone and he laughed, a dark sound of pure male satisfaction that had you biting back a moan, as you wiggled frantically to get them off. As you tossed your panties to the floor, he rid himself of his own boxes, making you really wish you had flipped on a light so you could see him completely naked and then was back on top of you kissing you with such soul searing passion that your entire body tingled with euphoria. You both spent some time pawing at each other, greedy for the feel of skin as your kisses grew filthier and more desperate, and you jerked in surprise when fingers suddenly drifted over the slick flesh between your thighs. A small sharp noise escaped you, something between a gasp and shriek at the unexpected touch, and he murmured something unintelligible to soothe you. One of his fingers entered you slowly and his answering groan at your wetness vibrated his chest.
You felt like you were going to faint, your heart pounding against your ribs and blood rushing in your ears, and you instinctively snapped your legs closed. Well, tried too, but Jake’s body was in the way and you ended up squeezing your legs over him tightly as you whined high in your throat again. He slipped in a second finger beside the first.
“Just making sure you’re ready for me, Omega,” he murmured softly as he began pumping and scissoring his fingers slowly and you buried your face against his shoulder at his words.
Pleasure was coursing through you, making you pant harshly, and your nails dug into his shoulders sharply.
“Jake…Alpha,” you whimpered, hips jerking against him as his fingers brushed against something, and then you felt him shifting around until hot skin was pressed against your cunt as his fingers withdrew.
He slowly pushed in, you could feel every thick inch easing into you with startling clarity, and you were dimly grateful that you didn’t see how big he was before he mounted you.
The pressure was making you gasp, making you squeeze your eyes shut as you held impossibly still, and you felt light kisses pepper over your shoulder.
“Relax, Belleza. You’re doing so good,” he breathed into your ear, one hand rubbing soothing circles over your thigh from where he had apparently hitched it over his hips while you were distracted, and you slowly forced your muscles to relax.
You breathed in his scent, the spiced citrus overwhelming your already overworked senses, and you couldn’t stop yourself from lapping at his throat. His hips suddenly snapped forward with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt, and your head fell backwards with a groan of your very own. You felt full, like you were going to burst at the seams at any moment, and you clung to your Alpha helplessly. He started moving, tight rolls of his hips that left him mostly buried inside you, and you dragged him closer. His body heat was surrounding you, sweat beading against your skin, and his hand tightened on your thigh.
As if he couldn’t help himself, he sped up, and you could only hold on as his hips started snapping forward. Pressure was steadily building low in your pelvis, pleasure sparking across your frayed nerves, and you panted out his name like a mantra. Your hips were jerking against his, trying to chase that glorious full feeling, and you couldn’t help but to writhe against him. You clawed at his back, whining in his ear helplessly, and you felt like you had to do something.
“Jake,” you whimpered, hoping he knew what to do, and he answered with a growl.
He pulled out, leaving you devastatingly empty, and you wailed at the loss.
That was not what you wanted.
He began maneuvering you, making little growls and huffs as he prodded you this way and that way, and you eventually found yourself on your hands and knees. You didn’t have time to even blush in embarrassment at the position before you were keening loudly as he slid back inside, and he filled you in a new way that made your arms grow weak. You collapsed against the bed, hips still high in the air, and he seemed to reach deeper with the new position. Your eyes rolled back in your head, that pressure in your pelvis increasing into something almost unbearable, and his hand clamped tightly on your hip while the other tangled firmly in your hair. You felt him lean over your body, mouthing at your shoulder, and you let him tilt your head to give him better access to the scent glands on your throat.
“Such a pretty Omega,” he purred against you, his breathing growing ragged as his movements became faster, and your breathing hitched at his words.
Your inner Omega cooed happily at his words and you felt yourself shift, your back arching sharply as your hips raised higher while you pressed your chest deeper into the mattress, and you realized you were presenting.
Jake snarled, teething at the tender skin of your throat hard enough that you knew there would be bruises the next day, and he shifted his hips purposefully while snapping his hips in an almost brutal pace. The new angle had you choking on the limited air you were able to drag into your burning lungs, your whole body jerking against him, and tears filled your eyes as burning pleasure swept through you like a wildfire. Suddenly, you felt the base of his thick cock begin to swell into your already overstuffed cunt, and you knew he was going to knot you soon. Your Omega instincts pushed to the forefront and you rolled your head to the side even more, so you were showing off your throat clearly, and you whined high in your throat once more.
“So good…presenting for me like this,” he whispered in your ear and you felt like sobbing as the pressure increased until you were squirming against him at the intense sensations.
His hands suddenly clamped tight on your hips, his knot finally popping into place as it tied you together, and the coil of pressure in your pelvis snapped as pure white-hot pleasure washed over you like a tidal wave. Your toes curled as your body went rigid, your breath getting caught in your throat, and you distantly heard him groan over the sound of blood roaring in your ears.
Eventually, you felt your body go limp, and your Alpha panted against your shoulder blade before lazily nuzzling the nape of your neck. You stayed like that for what seemed like forever, your heart slowly regaining a more normal rhythm as your breathing calmed down, and Jake slowly peppered kisses across your shoulders and anywhere else he could reach. He gently moved you until you both were on your side and you felt him tug at something underneath you. It took you a while to realize he was trying to grab your blanket and you sluggishly tried to help. Once it was freed, he tugged the blanket over you both haphazardly, but you vaguely noticed that he made sure you were still tucked in comfortably. How he managed all that while you felt like a puddle of goo, you had no idea, and you let him tug you closer into the circle of his arms. You shifted your hips experimentally, making you both gasp out as electric pleasure zipped up your spine, and he jerked against your hips.
“Easy, Omega,” he hissed out, grinding against you as you subconsciously clenched around him, and you moaned softly at the overstimulation.
Slowly, you eased back into relaxing, and you felt him rub softly against your bare hip from underneath the blanket. His fingers gently traced your hip, curling around to travel up your ribs that made you flinch at the ticklish feeling, and he moved back to your hip with a murmured apology. Your eyelids were growing heavy, your inner Omega purring in pure contentment, and you realized with a start that you were letting out a soft stuttering purr. You stopped, feeling your face heat in humiliation at the normally private act, and he made a noise of protest while nuzzling against your hair.
“You didn’t have to stop…I liked it,” he whispered, deep voice rough, and you felt your face burn hotter.
He was still subtly rocking his hips, clearly following his own instinct, and you felt your afterglow slowly fade into sheer exhaustion.
“Go to sleep,” he ordered softly, still nosing at your hair, and you let him scent you as your eyelids fluttered close.
“I’m not sleepy,” you responded with a small grumble, relaxing against him further as he chuckled, and you weakly patted around until you found his arm.
You dragged it tighter over your body, cradling it to your chest, and you mumbled happily when he linked your fingers together. You didn’t have the energy to panic at what you just did, or that you were still intimately intertwined with the stranger, and instead you let yourself be lulled to sleep. Jake continued to scent you, running his jaw gently over your throat, and pressing light kisses onto your shoulder. His soft content growls made you feel safe and you momentarily forced yourself to stay awake just to listen to them. You probably needed to have an adult conversation with him, something you were already dreading since you weren’t used to random hookups, but at the moment you really couldn’t find it in yourself to care.
#jake lockley#moon knight#jake lockely x reader#moon knight x reader#alpha jake lockley#oscar isaac#oscar issac x reader#the cryptid answers
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Team Moon Knight meets the Beaubier headmates!
Steven as the “I know how scary it is to wake up in the middle of a fight your maniac headmate dragged the body into” one, Jake as the “I get how much it sucks when your headmate doesn’t appreciate how much you protect them” one.
#Moon Knight#Moon Knight fanart#Alpha Flight#Steven Grant#Jake Lockley#Aurora Beaubier#Jeanne-Marie Beaubier#Ptah's fanart#Cover of Knight#Beaubier system
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SFW Masterlist 2
Part 2 of my SFW Masterlist!
ARCANE
Making Up with Sevika
Soulmate Headcanons with Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn and Ekko
Viktor with a Touch-starved S/O
Arcane Character Helping You with Period Cramps
Catching Feelings for Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika and Ekko
Jinx, Silco, Viktor and Vander with an Overworked S/O
Arcane Characters with a Vampire S/O
Alpha!Jinx with an Omega!S/O
Jayce Talis x Reader - Forging Bonds
Sevika x Fem!Reader - Eye Candy and Muscles
Enforcer Grayson x Reader - Protection Services
Enforcer Grayson x Reader - A Much Needed Break
Arcane Characters with an S/O That Sings in the Shower
Sevika Comforting You
Arcane Characters + "I Love You"
Sevika with a Supernatural S/O
Soulmate Headcanons with Vi
First Meeting with Ekko
Kidnapped by Jinx
Ekko with an S/O who Can't Work Machinery
Staring at Arcane Characters
Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Viktor and Mel See Your Tattoos
Jinx, Vi and Caitlyn with a Paladin S/O
Unrequited Crush and Confession with Vi
Ambessa Medarda Being Vulnerable with You
Morning Fluff with Ekko
Viktor Being Clueless About Your Crush on Him
Arcane Men Finding Out You're Pregnant
Jinx Being Romantic with You
Making Food for Arcane Characters
Reunion with Ekko
Arcane Characters with a Plus Sized S/O
Jayce and Viktor + Favorite Spot to Kiss
Jayce with a Musician S/O
Jayce with a Clumsy Assistant
Arcane Characters + How They Sleep
Domestic Morning Fluff with Arcane Characters
Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader - Offering to the Warlord
Arcane Characters with PDA
Cuddling Headcanon with Sevika
Sitting in Arcane Character's Lap
Arcane Characters After a Long Day at Work
Taking Baths with Arcane Characters
Enforcer Grayson x Reader - Early Bird Gets the Worm
Arcane Characters with a Vastaya Reader
MCU
Meeting and Dating Jake Lockley
Working with Steven Grant and Marc Spector
Morbius with an S/O who Just Became a Vampire
Mornings with Steven Grant and Marc Spector
Being Best Friends with Steven Grant and Marc Spector
Dating Steven Grant and Marc Spector
Dating Headcanons Michael Morbius
Xu Wenwu with an Assassin S/O
Xu Wenwu Taking Care of You While You're Injured
Xu Wenwu with a Dirty Minded S/O
Xu Wenwu Meeting Your Toxic Ex
Xu Wenwu Celebrating His Anniversary with You
Xu Wenwu with a Mindreading S/O
Xu Wenwu Accidentally Compares you to Ying Li
Kissing Headcanons with Xu Wenwu
Xu Wenwu with an S/O who wants to Get Married
Xu Wenwu Goes to Rescue You
Xu Wenwu with a Pregnant S/O
Love at First Sight with Xu Wenwu
TWISTED WONDERLAND
Leona, Jamil and Idia with a Sunshine S/O
TWST Dorm Men + Didn't Know They Were Dating Trope
TWST Dorm Men Confession Reaction
Leona Kingscholar with an S/O who Worships Him
Leona, Jamil and Ruggie with a merfolk S/O
Diasomnia Dorm Men Taking You to the Dance
Idia Shroud x Reader - Inner Flame Burning Hot
Pomefiore Dorm Men Waking You up with a Kiss
Touch-starved Shroud Brothers
Morning Headcanons with Kalim Al-Asim and Jamil Viper
TWST Men Confessing to You
Octavinelle Dorm Men Being Yandere for You
Savanaclaw Dorm Men Growling
Cuddles with the Heartslabyul Dorm Men
Neck and Wrist Kisses with Riddle Rosenhearts
Malleus Draconia x Reader - Bed of Thorns Kiss of Roses
CRITICAL ROLE
Mollymauk, Essek, Caleb, and Fjord Reacting to You Wearing Their Clothes
Staring at Vax'ildan and Percy de Rolo
Relationship Headcanons with Critical Role Men
Kissing Vax'ildan and Percy de Rolo in Private
Polyamory Headcanons with Vax'ildan and Percy de Rolo
Sylas and Delilah Briarwood x Reader - Xtra Kisses for Departure
Grog Strongjaw x Reader - The Caring Goliath
Clothes Sharing with Vox Machina
Love Triangle with Percy de Rolo and Vax'ildan
Percy de Rolo x Fem!Reader - Food for Thought
Percy de Rolo and Vex'ahlia with a Briarwood S/O
Betraying Percy de Rolo
Vaxildan x Reader - Quiet and Caring
Enemies to Lovers with Vax'ildan
Reunion with Percy de Rolo
Dancing with Percy de Rolo
Percy de Rolo Saves You
Comforting Percy de Rolo After a Nightmare
Flirting with Vax'ildan
Keyleth x Reader - Fireflies for the Nightmares
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Bonkywobble’s Kinktober 2022
I’m so excited for this!!!
Here’s my full list for the upcoming kinktober event. These fics will range from short blurbs to full one shots. The themes will be a mix between light and dark so please heed the warnings in each one. All fics are x female reader unless otherwise specified but more importantly, all fics are 18+ only so minors do not interact with these works or my blog at all.
Fandoms include: Marvel (MCU), Stranger Things, DC (DCEU), The Witcher, Vikings, Once Upon A Time, The Grey Man, Defending Jacob, The Losers, The Sandman, The Red Sea Diving Resort, Knives Out, The Mandalorian
Main Masterlist / Navi
* indicates full length fic while ⚠️ indicates dark themes. List below the cut:
WEEK ONE
Day 1 💋 Jake Jensen - Shibari/Hair Pulling *
Day 2 💋 Thor Odinson - Thigh Riding/Electro Play
Day 3 💋 Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers - Free Use ⚠️
Day 4 💋 Billy Russo - Uniform Fetish
Day 5 💋 Steve Harrington - Sex Pollen *
Day 6 💋 Frank Castle - Edging/Bondage
Day 7💋 Lagertha - Somnophilia (East of The Sun and West of the Moon AU)
WEEK TWO
Day 8 💋 Old God!Clark Kent - Lingerie (Old Gods of Appalachia AU) *⚠️
Day 9 💋 King Valkyrie - Impact Play
Day 10 💋 Lloyd Hansen - Hate Sex ⚠️
Day 11 💋 Ivar the Boneless - Masturbation/Voyeurism
Day 12 💋 Bucky Barnes - Quickie/Creampie (Ethereal AU)
Day 13 💋 Robin Buckley - Overstimulation
Day 14 💋 Hvitserk Ragnarsson - Primal Play
WEEK THREE
Day 15 💋 Alpha!Ari Levinson - A/B/O *
Day 16 💋 Jefferson - Knife Play ⚠️
Day 17 💋 SamBucky - Dirty Talk
Day 18 💋 Din Djarin/The Mandalorian - Praise Kink
Day 19 💋 FrankenBilly - Dacryphilia ⚠️
Day 20💋 Lord Morpheus/Dream of The Endless - Sensation Play
Day 21 💋 Neighbour!Sam Wilson - First Time *
WEEK FOUR
Day 22 💋 Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley - Mirror Play
Day 23 💋 Eddie Munson - Nipple Play *
Day 24 💋 Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes - Biting/Outdoor sex * (LMTAF AU)
Day 25 💋 Andy Barber - Choking/Breath Play
Day 26 💋 Harley Quinn - Body Worship
Day 27 💋 Geralt of Rivia - Anal Sex
Day 28 💋 Vampire!Stucky - Monsterfucking/Blood play *⚠️
WEEK FIVE
Day 29 💋 Ransom Drysdale - Pegging
Day 30 💋 Arthur Curry - Anonymous Sex
Day 31 💋 Bjorn Ironside - Breeding Kink
Bonus fic: ???
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Any headcanons for A/B/O with alpha!f!reader + moon boys please? 🙏🏻🔥♥️
Oh, this is an interesting thought 🤔
Steven Grant x f!Reader, Marc Spector x f!Reader, Jake Lockley x f!Reader
Warnings: Impact play, bruising, D/s, pain kink, lots of kink mentions honestly
Steven Grant - Omega
Steven is a total sweetheart, not a total pushover. He’ll fall at your feet, softly reciting a few lines of poetry without completely realizing he’s doing it. He also won’t hesitate to step up if someone is rude or disrespects you. He’ll kiss his way up your thighs, comparing you to every goddess he can think of that’s renowned for beauty or grace or intelligence. Loves when you bite and nip at his shoulders and hips, anywhere that is regularly covered up, because it feels special, like a secret just for the two of you. He likes when you give his nipples a little pinch every now and then, makes sparks jump under his skin. In private, he almost exclusively calls you “Alpha,” the word leaving his lips wrapped in warmth and affection. He can get a little cheeky, but he isn’t quite a brat. Big fan of praise and softer forms of affection, though he does enjoy some hair pulling.
Marc Spector - Omega
Marc is a little rougher. He’s hard-headed and bratty, but utterly charming and protective. Wants what’s best for all of you, while not afraid to be a little selfish from time to time. Likes when hickeys are visible just above his collar, keeps his chin raised enough to show them off, looking a bit smug with you at his side. He whispers dirty things to you in public, teasing until you give a reaction, and he knows you’ll be tying him down later, teasing him right back. Will often look to you when there’s a decision to be made and ask, “What does The Lady want?” or nods to you with a “You’ll have to ask The Lady.” He always says it like a title, like something downright regal. He’s also a pretty big fan of getting pegged. Wants to feel the bruises you left, your fingers digging into his hips, hours after you’ve both finished.
Jake Lockley - Omega (or maybe Beta?)
Jake is the ultimate brat. Impact play and punishment of nearly every kind are what he lives for. He back talks constantly, bites back when you nip at his throat, does everything he can to frustrate you when you try to restrain him. Slap him, spank him, degrade him, rake your nails across his skin. Edge or overstimulate him for so long he can’t help but cry, and he’ll still make a snarky comment as you untie him afterward. He is also fully ready and willing to brawl with anyone who even looks at you wrong. He takes the longest to wear out of the three of them, always wanting harder, faster, meaner. He also reacts well to CBT, but too much might affect the others, so it’s for occasions when he’s been especially naughty. Regularly says “You hit like a girl,” while you are slapping/spanking him. That’s code for “bring out the flogger.” When all is said and done, he thanks you before you end a scene, kissing the hand you had used for the slapping/spanking/flogging/etc and calling you “mi vida.” He isn’t around as often, so that’s usually the softest moment you have with him.
#steven grant#marc spector#jake lockley#steven grant x fem!reader#marc spector x female reader#jake lockley x fem!reader#omegaverse#moon knight
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April 2022, part. two
thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙
please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only
mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **
be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you
& of course, enjoy responsibly
all the love xo A ☕
please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌
find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, May 2022 coming soon ! ✨
please let me know if you would like to be removed
✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !
✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !
MOON KNIGHT
✨ Jake Lockley
Where to, Miss? By @foxilayde (f!reader) **
✨ Marc Spector
Cairo Sunshine by @laters-gators (f!reader) **
Matching Reflections by @full-time-make-believer (short!f!avatar!reader)
Relatively Alright by @moonknightly (f!reader) **
Stuck (part one) by @psithurista (steven grant) (f!reader) **
✨ Steven Grant
All Yours by @flightlessangelwings (afab!reader) **
Comfort by @babyboiboyega (gn!reader)
Happy by @full-time-make-believer (gn!reader)
I Don’t Like Mondays by @writefightandflightclub (f!reader)
Inventory and Tea by @babyboiboyega (gn!reader)
Our Lonely Hearts (series) by @artemiseamoon (f!reader, ofc)
Slipped (part two) by @psithurista (marc spector) (f!reader) **
Take Over by @foxilayde (f!reader) **
The First Move by @paper-n-ashes (f!reader) **
prompt – hurt/comfort by @forever-rogue (f!reader)
prompt – in love with steven, marc playfully annoys reader by @forever-rogue (f!reader)
prompt – one time thing with marc, fall for steven by @forever-rogue (f!reader) **
prompt – steven fluff, period related issues by @forever-rogue (f!reader)
PEDRO PASCAL
✨ Ezra (prospect)
A Disaster by @radiowallet (gn!reader)
Into the Blue by @littlemisspascal (f!reader) **
In the Dark (series) by @frannyzooey (cw: age gap) (f!reader) **
In the Shadows by @juletheghoul (demon!ezra) (f!reader) **
Smooth Serpentine Substitute, Kernow (series) by @honestly-shite (painter!ezra) (ofc, gn!reader)
Starman (series) by @imtryingmybeskar (soulmate au) (ofc) **
Sweet Tooth (series) by @ezrasbirdie (dentist!ezra) (f!reader) **
✨ Jack ‘Agent Whiskey’ Daniels
Tangled Up (series) by @writeforfandoms (dragon rancher jack) (f!reader)
Tell Her I Love Her by @oonajaeadira (f!reader)
✨ Javi Gutierrez
Mornings With You by @marvelousmermaid (gn!reader)
When You Were Mine (series) by @ezrasbirdie (f!reader) **
✨ Javier Peña
Airport Hookup by @absurdthirst co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers (f!reader) **
Waterfall Inquiry, Chapter Five, (series) by @highsviolets (f!reader) **
✨ Joel Miller (The Last of Us)
Let Me Follow (Part 4) (series) by @juletheghoul (f!reader) **
✨ Marcus Pike
Just Friends by @absurdthirst & co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers (f!reader) **
The One That Got Away by @toomanystoriessolittletime (f!reader)
✨ Pedro Across The Street (Calls - Apple TV, not RPF)
Good. Things. Take. Time. (series) by @oonajaeadira (f!reader, ofc) **
✨ Pero Tovar
In Time (series) by @imtryingmybeskar (f!reader) **
Primroses: A Sign of Early Spring by @oonajaeadira (f!reader)
Suited by @clydesducktape (a/b/o au) (alpha!pero) (omega!f!reader) **
The Lady’s Mercenary by @absurdthirst co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers (f!reader) **
✨ The Thief (Casillero del Diablo)
The Proposition, Like a Thief in the Night (series) by @a-reader-and-a-writer (f!reader)
MISC. / MULTI FANDOM
✨ The Amazing Spider Man (Andrew Garfield)
Can We Always Be This Close? By @honeygarfield (f!reader)
Just Kiss Like Real People Do by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader) **
Predictive Text by @rae-gar-targaryen (f!reader)
✨ The Batman (Alfred Pennyworth)
Penny For Your Thoughts (series) by @eupheme (cw: age gap, daddy/sir kink) (f!reader) **
✨ Bridgerton
(Anthony Bridgerton)
Unexpected Affections by @clints-lucky-arrow (f!reader)
(Benedict Bridgerton)
I Love You As One Loves Obscure Things by @letterstotheflre (f!reader) **
My Heart, My Future by @make-me-imagine (gn!reader)
Painter’s Muse by @libraryofloveletters (f!reader)
The Art of Finding a Wife by @dragon-baron (f!reader)
✨ King Arthur (Charlie Hunnam, King Arthur: Legend of the Sword)
Heart Set In Stone (series) by @velocibeewords (f!reader) **
✨ Loki (Marvel)
Hand Kisses with Loki, Broken Crown (series) by @michelleleahhh (f!reader) **
✨ Raymond Smith (Charlie Hunnam, The Gentlemen)
Emeralds & Pearls by @rayslittlekitten (wife!f!reader) **
I Wish You Love, ‘Toff Girl’ (Damsel) Universe (series) by @rayslittlekitten (f!reader) **
check out part one for more multi fandom fic recs ! star wars, rogue one, & triple frontier
#moon knight fanfiction#pedro pascal character fanfiction#charlie hunnam character fanfiction#marvel fanfiction#bridgerton fanfiction#pxk monthly fic recs 💫#happy reading 📖🌸☕#inspired by thefact0rygirl 💞
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