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Can I have; Male reader with Seth(Ennead). Prompt # 17, ( Bodyworship + Breeding + Hickeys). Pleaseeeee.
‧₊˚⊹ sub seth x male top reader
prompt: "spread yourself open for me so i can see you."
cw: drabble, dom reader, male reader, bodyworship, breeding, hickeys
words: 609
1k event
when it came to your cute seth you had no self-control at all. all you wanted was to hold him in your arms listening to him moan your name over and over again. and that's how it was now.
"haa! (name), go slower..."
you had the redhead by the waist as you helped him ride you. it was so incredible this position because your whole length was going in so deep. you were both out of breath.
to help him make the experience less painful and let seth focus on the pleasure, you kissed, kissed, mer and sucked on his neck. he was so sensitive in that area, he really couldn't help but moan every time you sucked on that area.
"fuck, you're l-leaving marks on me..." seth would scold you as he kept rocking his hips on you and moaning in pleasure every time you attacked his sensitive skin. there was no one who could understand him.
to you the god was so beautiful that every time you had the chance to be with him and make love he was everything. your hands kept touching, groping and squeezing him. you looked at him with adoration and love.
you wanted him to know how much you loved him and that everything about him was beautiful.
you gave his waist a squeeze, loving how soft and small it was, your hand fit so well in it. you gently kissed his lower abdomen until you trailed a line of kisses down to his chest.
"you are so beautiful... so divine, i love you." you commented sincerely looking into the red eyes of your beloved.
seth was not so used to flattery of that kind. he was always surprised and his cheeks burned. the god could only shyly approach you and embrace you.
it was all too much for him, the way you fucked him, the nice words, the caresses of his body with love. he needed support.
you massaged his hair and increased the rhythm of your hips, continuing to penetrate him. harder and steadier.
in that position you could hear Seth's muffled moans more clearly, right in your ear. you loved it and you couldn't stop grabbing his ass and continuing to join him.
"nhg, (name), i'm... so close." with a couple more thrusts you felt seth's essence spill into your chest followed by a loud gasp.
It wasn't long before you came inside him too. you gasped for air and moaned as you continued to cum inside the redhead.
"more, more (name), i want it all."
you were afraid that after this seth would send you to hell since you deliberately didn't ask him if you could come inside him. but the god didn't seem to mind. when you came seth kept asking you for more and more.
you came out of him. and placed seth on his throne. with his breath choked, marks on his neck and filled by you. it was so morbid to see him so gone for you. you wanted to try something.
"seth, spread yourself open for me so i can see you."
and he did so without a word of complaint. seth placed both legs open on each of the armrests of the big throne. he reached back and opened his ass a little with his hands, even though it wasn't necessary, it was already open for you.
you could see your semen slowly trickling out of his hole, staining the big seat. seth's eyes were lost, his hair was a mess, and his clothes were a mess too, leaving everything exposed.
"fuck” this was an image you were never going to forget.
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moonboys and a reader who maladaptive daydreams?
hi, nonnie! thank you for this request, you must’ve seen my blog description haha. this is my first fic request which is very exciting! my inbox is always open so if you’d like to request something, i’d appreciate it. :) anyway, i hope you like it!
IMPLODING THE MIRAGE
Moon Knight x afab!reader (primarily Marc Spector) (10.6k+)
You’ve been escaping into yourself more and more often, and the boys are starting to notice. How are you supposed to explain to them that you don’t want to live in the moment, when the version of your life inside your head is so much better than reality on the outside?
RATING: EXPLICIT (18+, mdni)
WARNINGS: maladaptive daydreaming, insecure reader & negative perceptions of self, depictions of injury & violence, kidnapping, miscommunication, SMUT (inappropriate fantasizing, unprotected p in v sex, cum eating, dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics if you squint)
imploding the mirage — the killers
i had to do it, i had no other choice
you’ve got to listen to the inside voice
a bullet train will get you there fast
but it won’t guarantee a long last
sometimes it takes a little bit of courage and doubt
to push your boundaries out
beyond your imagining
He was the moon, and she was the stars.
It was serendipitous, how the couple had come to fall in love throughout the course of their divine adventures alongside each other—two servants to a pair of primordial Egyptian deities, serving as Avatars to protect those who could not protect themselves. She’d met him at a meeting of the Ennead, when he’d been called upon to answer for his actions against a human named Arthur Harrow, who was accused of attempting to raise Ammit from eternal isolation.
The trial hadn’t gone well, and certainly hadn’t worked in his favor, but her goddess protector had a soft spot for Khonshu, the God of the Moon—after all, he was the reason she had been given five extra days with which to bear her five children.
So her Avatar was secretly assigned to keep watch over the Moon Knight, to aid in his fight to keep Ammit contained and offer her services should he need them.
He was resistant at first, but Khonshu insisted that having Nut as an ally could only serve to benefit them in their journey—after all, she was the sky, and without her, the Moon could not rise.
Marc Spector and his alters didn't anticipate becoming so infatuated with the soft curve of her Avatar’s smile or the cosmos she seemed to hold within her eyes. But as time passed, they grew closer, and when she saved him again and again, the navy blue of her armor shimmering with glowing silver emblems of stars, he felt as if his soul was tethered to her. It seemed to be fate, as clear as a constellation, that their lives were somehow intertwined and their happenstance meeting was actually the result of some unseen gravitational pull, guiding them through the darkness until they found solace in one another.
He heard her sandal-clad feet softly hit the solid ground, her body drifting down from the sky to land beside him after her short flight in the air. He turned to look at her—the flowing robes of her ceremonial armor billowed in the evening breeze, her hair pulled back intricately with thin glittering bands of silver, adorned with five-pointed stars that captured the moonlight in her curls. She was ethereal, heavenly, celestial, and when she turned and smiled at him, he swore the planets aligned in some brief moment of rapture.
“Where to next, Moon Boy?”
She teased lightly, her nose crinkling with amusement. His hands twitched at his sides, unable to control the movement of his arm as it reached for her hand.
He heard Khonshu chuckle deeply from somewhere behind him, condescending and slightly mocking. Still, he always spoke kinder about the woman beside him than any other being on this Earth.
“I should’ve known you would become enamored with the little star. Nut always finds a way to reunite the beings of the night sky.”
Marc ignored him—he was too enthralled by the way her breath hitched in her throat at the feeling of his fingers brushing her own, the hood and mask of his armor receding to reveal the tenderness of his gaze. He turned to face her, his other gloved hand reaching to cradle the side of her jaw. He watched as her gaze flickered down to his lips, and he smiled.
“Anywhere, as long as it’s with you.”
He leaned forward to capture her lips with his own, swallowing her contented sigh as she melted into his touch—
“Jesus Christ!”
You nearly toppled forward when Marc abruptly yanked his arm away from you, his face contorted into a look of pain. You blinked once, then twice, eyes clearing to focus in on the blood staining your hands and the curved needle that was pinched tightly between your forefinger and thumb.
“The fuck was that? Are you even paying attention to what you’re doing?”
Marc hissed at you, cradling his injured forearm to his chest, gritting his teeth as your eyes widened in realization.
“Shit, shit, I’m sorry, Marc, I zoned out, here, just let me see—”
“Forget it, I’ll just do it myself.”
He snatched the suture from your hand and laid his arm back on the marbled countertop of your bathroom sink, giving you a clear view of the mistake you’d made—you’d laid the stitch nearly a full inch from where the edge of the gaping incision had started, sinking it into completely uninjured, healthy skin.
“Marc, stop, I’ll do it.”
You stopped him before he could hurt himself even more—he never had the patience to treat his wounds properly, but for ones that were this deep, it was smarter to close them by hand than wait several hours for his magical suit to heal it on its own.
He grunted in protest, but nonetheless allowed you to retrieve the needle from his hold and lean over his arm, tongue pinched between your teeth in concentration.
You were much more careful, this time, deliberate with each pull of the thread beneath his skin, finishing sewing shut the injury quickly. When you’d finally finished, you leaned forward to bite the end of the stitch and tear it away with your teeth. You reached for a piece of gauze, pouring a generous amount of saline solution onto the cloth in order to blot the excess blood from his skin.
You could feel his eyes on you the whole time, burning into your skull as if he was trying to read your mind. You sulked.
“I said I was sorry, Marc, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Your words were soft, and he could hear the guilt that was churning in your stomach. He didn’t flinch when you began dabbing at the drying blood around the wound.
“S’fine. But—what happened? It’s like—you just tapped out for a second, there. Did you even hear what I was saying to you?”
You frowned.
“No, I’m sorry. I just—got lost in thought.”
“Hell of a time for that to happen.”
He chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood, but you didn’t laugh. Your eyes were still fixed on the skin of his arm, even though you’d successfully wiped away most of the remaining blood.
“I was just saying that—that I appreciate that you’re willing to do this for me.”
Your eyes darted to his face, surprised at the vulnerability he was displaying by expressing his gratitude.
“I mean—I never figured that when I’d stumbled onto your balcony all those months ago, beaten to all hell, that I’d meet someone who was willing to patch me up over and over again. Well—at least, before you stabbed me with a needle.”
Your eyes fell again, cheeks reddening at his jab. But he just laughed warmly, lifting his arm to rest his hand on your shoulder. Your bristled beneath his fingers, although his touch was nothing more than a friendly expression of appreciation.
“I’m just teasing you. But either way—just wanted to say thanks. Steven told me that I don’t say it enough, so...”
Now you laughed. It was more of a scoff, really, accompanied by the roll of your eyes as you reached for the knobs on the faucet, rinsing the blood from your fingers.
“Of course Steven made you.”
A lopsided grin found its way onto his face, and when you looked at him again, there was a twinkle in his eye. Your breath stuttered in your throat as you gazed at him—ebony curls spilling messily against his forehead, his lips quirked upwards at the corners, the fondness that was lingering beneath his brown irises. Was it possible? Could he really care about you the way you cared for him?
You turned away, standing and exiting the bathroom quickly before you could make a fool of yourself, face heating up at your own naïveté. Of course he didn’t feel that way about you. You were just—you. Only in the sanctuary of your imagination would he ever look at you and see anything beyond just a nurse playmate, or even maybe a friend.
You heard his heavy footsteps follow you back into your flat, where you wandered into the kitchen and retrieved a couple glasses.
“Do you mind if I—”
“Spare bed’s already made, I washed the sheets since last time you bled all over them and didn’t even tell me.”
You turned on the tap to fill the two cups with water. You were certain Marc hadn’t remembered to drink anything since his most recent escapade as a masked vigilante, and being around him always tended to make your mouth run dry.
“Thanks, sweetheart.”
You slid the glass of water across the countertop towards him, leaning back against the kitchen island to sip at your own. You watched him above the rim of your glass—the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he took a large swig of the cool liquid, the way a stray droplet of water dribbled down his chin when he pulled the glass back, the way his hand came to wipe it away, the plush of his bottom lip supple beneath the swipe of his fingers.
She fell back against the mattress, breath temporarily stolen from her lungs as she felt the heat of his lips hungrily mouthing at any exposed skin it could reach—her jawline, her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts. A soft whine fell from her mouth and Marc swiftly lifted himself back to her face to swallow the sound, tongue sinking into her mouth to taste her.
Her fingers clawed at the fabric of his t-shirt, twisting and yanking him impossibly closer, legs lifting to wrap around his waist to press the heat of her core against the growing tent in his pants. A low groan escaped his chest as he rutted against her, pulling back to take stock of the hazy fog of lust that clouded her eyes and the O-shape of her lips as she let out a shaky exhale.
“Fuck, Marc.”
She whispered, arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders, fingers digging into his shoulderblades.
“Want you—need you so bad.”
“You’re doing it again.”
You blinked once, then twice, finding Marc's dark gaze staring straight at you as his voice pulled you back to reality. Your brows lifted in horror when you realized you’d shamelessly been ogling at him, too engrossed in your thoughts to notice how long you’d been standing there.
“Shit, I—sorry.”
You rubbed at your eyes with your fingers, hoping that maybe if you pressed hard enough, the image of Marc’s body hovering above you would erase itself from your mind. It didn’t work.
You heard the clank of his now-empty glass as he set it down on the granite countertop, his arms crossing over his chest.
“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”
You should be used to the rush of heat to your face by now—just being in Marc’s company caused you to blush uncontrollably, but still, the discomfort of your ruddy cheeks made your pulse quicken. Your gaze flickered down to your feet, eyes meeting the stupid fucking bunny slippers that you wore to accompany your fleece pajama bottoms. Fucking embarrassing.
“It’s nothing, Marc.”
You whispered quietly in response, although nausea was beginning to settle in the pit of your stomach. You were out of control—this man was driving you insane.
He studied you for a moment longer, eyes narrowed in suspicion, but when you didn’t look back up at him, he just sighed.
“Okay. I’ll just—leave you alone, then. Goodnight.”
There were tears pricking the back of your eyes. You wanted to ask him to stay, to come share your bed instead of the one in your guest room, to kiss his stupidly handsome face.
“Towels are folded in the bathroom for you, and there’s clothes in the wardrobe if you want to change.”
You said instead, turning to refill your glass of water in the sink behind you. If he heard you, he didn’t respond—you listened to his footsteps disappear down the hall before the door to the guest bedroom creaked shut with a quiet click. Your shoulders immediately slumped forward, eyes squeezed shut tightly in an effort to combat the desperate urge to break down.
Her eyes were full of detestation as she glared down at him, nostrils flared with rage. He wanted to shrink beneath her disapproval.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?”
The woman started, and in spite of her towering figure looking down at him, he couldn’t help but gawk at the way the moonlight framed her, her silhouette outlined by the subtle glow of the night sky behind her. She offered him a hand and he took it, allowing her to yank him to his feet without an ounce of gentleness.
“You’re lucky I was here, Lockley, or things would’ve ended differently.”
She hissed, dusting herself off as if to showcase the strenuous effort she had put into saving his ass. He scowled behind his mask, the blood from the wound on his forearm beginning to soak through the bandages of his suit, tingeing the cream-colored fabric a dark crimson.
“I don’t need your help, estrellita. I was handling it.”
She scoffed as he turned on his heel to stomp away, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.
“Yeah, sure looked like you were handling it—why didn’t you call me? Nut had to drag me out of bed so you didn’t get yourself killed. Didn’t the old bird tell you we were together on this?”
He scowled, eyes narrowed in contempt.
“Yeah, he did, and I said no. We are not partners. We’re hardly even friends.”
He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, the way her face fell and her brows creased causing a pang of guilt to stab through his already-sore chest. He sighed.
“Estrellita, I didn’t mean—”
“Why do you push me away?”
She interrupted, and Jake was taken aback by the question.
“What do you mean?”
“You need me, Jake. We need each other. I’m just—I just want to help you, why won’t you let me help you?”
He didn’t respond, just stared at her as her eyes flooded with tears. At his silence, she shook her head, turning away to stare up into the star-filled sky.
“We’re supposed to be a team, Moon Knight. The stars and the moon—you can’t have one without the other.”
He could see the reflection of the crescent-shaped moon in her glassy eyes, the soft glow painting her face with silvery beams of light.
You’d left the balcony door wide open—your routine was fairly habitual, now. A mug of warm tea was cradled in your fingers as you curled up in the wicker chair, eyes flitting across the scattered stars that were visible from your tiny apartment complex.
You watched him sit down beside you in your periphery, the movement to your left pulling you from your reverie. He reached for the glass of bourbon you'd set out on the table in front of him.
You sat in silence for awhile, finding comfort in the man’s quiet presence. You liked that about Jake—you never felt like you had to fill the air with meaningless conversation. He was perfectly content to just enjoy your company, the same as you enjoyed his.
You heard the ice in his glass clink against the side as he took a sip.
“Are you going to tell them?”
Neither of you looked at each other when he spoke—the question was spoken out into the world, not really directed towards you, although you knew what he meant.
Jake was too fucking perceptive for his own good. Even when he was silent, he was always there, watching, listening, observing—even if the other alters were oblivious to the yearning that was thinly veiled within your eyes, he certainly wasn’t. You sighed.
“No.”
He hummed in acknowledgement, but something about his lack of verbal response bothered you, itching at the back of your brain. You turned to scowl at him.
“What?”
Jake hardly spared you a glance, barely quirking a brow at your emotionally-charged reaction as he shook his head.
“Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”
“Exactly.”
You glared, fingers anxiously tapping at the rim of your mug. The contours of Jake’s face were sharp in the dim light of the moon, features accentuated by the shadows. He finally turned to look at you.
“You know what I think, nena. You’re only hurting yourself. And your constant...daydreaming. It’s not as subtle as it once was. You—You should talk to them. Or me.”
The last bit of his proposal caught you off guard. His eyes had already drifted elsewhere when he said it, staring into his half-empty glass of liquor, but your brows lifted in surprise.
“I—you?”
He glowered playfully.
“Don’t sound so surprised, nena. I always listen to you.”
That was true. Some of your fondest memories with Jake were of late nights spent out on your balcony, getting drunk on cheap wine and sharing stories.
“Yeah, you’re good at listening, but not so much the talking part.”
Jake shrugged, although he nodded in understanding. He was all too aware of his own weaknesses.
You took a sip of your chamomile tea, letting its warmth combat the chill of the evening air.
“Why won’t you tell me?”
You asked quietly, and even without elaborating, Jake knew what you were referring to. He sighed, tossing back the last of his bourbon before setting it on the small table between you, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
“I’ve told you before. It’s not my place. I know what they think, but not what they feel.”
You huffed quietly, although deep down, you knew he was right. It wasn’t his place to share how Marc or Steven felt about you. You sort of admired the way he was so strict in his moral obligations—especially considering the lengths you were willing to go in order to change his mind.
Jake stiffened when he felt your hand rest on his bicep, fingers wrapping around it and squeezing lightly.
“But what about how you feel?”
His jaw rippled, and you felt the muscle beneath your fingers tense at your coy words. You could feel the restraint within him as he sat up abruptly, pulling away so his arm fell from your grasp. He still didn’t look at you.
“It doesn’t matter how I feel, nena. Not until you talk to Marc. He—you were his first. I’m not going jeopardize your relationship with him until he knows the truth.”
Anger flared within you.
“I’m not his. I don’t belong to anyone. My choices are my own.”
Jake flinched, eyes softening as they flickered over to you.
“You’re right, I’m sorry—I didn’t mean it like that. I just—you have to understand. He—I can’t go behind his back like this. Yo no sería capaz de vivir conmigo mismo.”
“But you can’t even tell me if he feels the same way?”
You asked, and he could hear the pain in your voice as your tone wavered slightly. You’d had this conversation many times before, but things had been escalating recently—perhaps because it was getting increasingly difficult for you to be content in the reality you lived in.
Jake’s eyes were full of sympathy as he regarded you.
“No, nena. I’m sorry.”
You turned away.
“But you need to tell him. And Steven, too. They deserve to know. And so do you.”
You heard his weight shift as he stood to head back to bed, having spent too much time keeping the body awake—he didn’t want his alters to grow suspicious at the exhaustion when they woke in the morning.
“What if he breaks my heart?”
He paused in the threshold on the doorway, glancing back at you when he heard the thickness in your throat as your eyes welled with tears.
“What if he doesn’t feel the same way?”
Jake pursed his lips, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides as he pondered his response. Finally, he released a long sigh.
“I don’t think you have to worry about that, nena. He’d be crazy not to.”
The smell of cinnamon wafted down the hallway as Steven rose from his slumber. There was a gentle melody floating in the air as he pulled himself from the bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes, his bare feet padding along the tiled floor towards the source of the noise.
She was singing quietly to herself, back towards him as she chopped the fresh strawberries into fourths. He couldn’t help but smile at the domesticity of it all—the woman he loved, that he fought beside, making breakfast for them to share. His heart felt whole.
He sidled up behind her, arms wrapping around her waist and his body pressing flush against her back. He placed a kiss to the exposed skin of her neck, her hair pulled up in a sloppy updo.
“G’mornin’, darling.”
He hummed sleepily, and he felt her chest rumble with an airy giggle as she leaned into his touch.
“Hi, handsome. Sleep okay?”
He reached over her shoulder to steal a strawberry from the cutting board, taking a bite of the succulent fruit before offering the other half to her by pressing it to her lips. She smiled and happily accepted his offering.
“Would’ve slept even better if I’d woken up to your face beside me.”
She threw her head back, leaning against his chest as she laughed brightly—his favorite sound.
“Oh, boohoo. Sorry for getting up early to make you breakfast.”
She teased, and Steven pressed his face into her hair, the smell of her coconut shampoo enticing him. His arms reached to rest on the countertop to either side of her, successfully caging her in. He heard her breath hitch as the movement of the knife in her hand stalled, his body pressing up more firmly against her—enough so that she could feel the hardness of his manhood against the flesh of her ass.
“The strawberries are sweet, darling, but I’d rather have something even sweeter for breakfast this mornin’, yeah?”
“G’mornin’, darling.”
The knife fumbled in your grasp and the blade slipped across your fingers, slicing a divot in the tender flesh between your thumb and forefinger.
“Steven! Shit!”
You immediately dropped the knife and rushed towards the sink, rinsing your wound under the cold water to inspect the damage and dilute the blood.
“Oh, Gods, m’so sorry, love—are you alright?”
You could feel his body creeping up behind you, an arm reaching around to grab yours in an attempt to investigate the source of your discomfort. The warmth of his presence against your back startled you, a fierce blush rising to your cheeks as you reached for a towel and sidestepped, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possible.
“It’s—I’m fine. It’s just a tiny cut, it’s no big deal.”
You brushed it off, although your palm was beginning to throb. You pulled the washcloth away from the afflicted area, finding it soaked with a generous amount of your blood.
“Looks like it hurts. Can I—may I help you with it?”
There was trepidation in his big brown eyes, obviously put off by the hastiness with which you’d pulled away from him. You surrendered yourself, offering a sigh and a slow nod.
“Yeah. Thanks.”
You found yourself in a similar position to the previous night, although this time, the roles were reversed—and your wound was from an unfortunate kitchen incident, not a scuffle with a group of evil antique smugglers.
Steven’s bottom lip was pulled between his teeth as he secured a piece of gauze on the injury with medical tape, winding it around your palm so it fit snugly against the area. His hands were nimble and his touch was painfully gentle, the pads of his fingers just barely skimming over your skin in an effort to prevent you from more discomfort. A chill crept up your spine at the close proximity.
He looked rather satisfied with himself when he’d finished, shoving the medical supplies back into the bin beneath your sink that you had specially packed for him.
“There we are—good as new.”
He smiled cheerily at you, and it was so contagious that you couldn’t help but grin back at him. Your mind briefly darted back to your conversation with Jake the night before; then the unholy thoughts you’d been having this morning when Steven had snuck up on you. Gods, you really were getting out of control...
Steven led you from the bathroom and you returned to your post, rinsing the knife and the sliced strawberries to ensure they weren’t contaminated. You stepped over to the stove to check the steel-cut oatmeal that had been simmering—Steven’s favorite. You gave it a few good stirs before deciding that it was finished, filling up two bowls with generous servings and sprinkling the top with strawberries, brown sugar, and a pinch of cinnamon. Steven was already seated at you breakfast bar when you turned to offer him his meal.
“Bon apétit.”
You flourished playfully, passing the bowl in front of him as you seated yourself on the stool across the way. His eyes crinkled with appreciation when he smiled.
“Oh, it smells bloody lovely. Thank you, darling.”
He always called you that, you rationalized. It was nothing more than a term of endearment—a friendly pet name.
You ate in silence for awhile, save for the sound of silverware clinking against porcelain and the birds chirping from your open window. Your eyes couldn’t help but follow him as he slipped a strawberry past his lips, something reminiscent of a moan escaping him as he savored the flavor of the fruit. Your face flushed bright red.
“Yes, darling—just like that, please.”
He was whimpering beneath her, pupils blown wide as he gazed up at her from where she straddled him, sliding her naked and exposed core over his boxer-clad erection.
“You wanna be inside me, Steven?”
She cooed, leaning forward to kiss along his stubbled jawline, and he moaned wantonly, hips rutting up against her.
“Gods, yes, love, please, I can’t—”
“S’there somethin’ on my face?”
Panic flooded you at the bewildered expression on Steven’s face, his hand coming up to wipe at his mouth in case you'd been gawking at some remnants of food on the corners of his lips.
You shook your head, eyes wide and cheeks already turning pink.
“I—No, no, there’s not, I—sorry. I was just—just thinking.”
He gave you a brief scrutinizing look before shrugging and diving back into the remainder of his oatmeal.
“What were you thinkin’ about?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Oh, it’s—nothing, really. Sometimes I just—space out, I guess.”
You offered sheepishly, toying with the last few bites of your food with your spoon—your appetite was suddenly gone.
“You seem to do that a lot, yeah? S’everything alright?”
“Yes.”
You answered him a bit too quickly, hastily jumping to end the conversation before it even began. His brows furrowed, watching as you quickly grabbed both bowls to busy yourself with cleaning up.
He wasn’t quite satisfied with your answer—in fact, it only served to startle him more. He watched you carefully as you began to viciously scrub at the blue porcelain bowls with a sponge.
“Are you...sure? I’m just—you’re worryin’ me a bit, yeah? And with last night, with Marc—if somethin’s the matter, you know you can always talk to us, ‘lright?”
You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing yourself to take in a slow, careful breath in an effort to soothe your frazzled nerves.
“Yeah, I know, Steven—thank you. But—but everything’s just fine, really.”
She’s lying.
Steven was surprised to hear Jake’s voice echo from the back of the headspace—it wasn’t often that he offered internal commentary to any conversations outside of when he was fronting.
And how do you know that?
Marc quipped back in his mind—Steven hated when they argued in the headspace, especially when he was the one in control of the body. His brain felt too full and it was easy for him to get overstimulated.
What—you think she’s telling the truth, jefe?
Marc didn’t respond, and Steven was silently grateful that their quarrel had ended quickly. Still, he knew his alters were correct—you definitely weren’t ‘just fine.’
But the last thing he wanted to do was push you away, especially since it already felt like you were putting up a wall between you, keeping him at arm’s length.
He let out a long sigh, standing up from the bar to get ready to depart for his shift at the museum.
“Well, thank you for brekky, love, and for—everything else.”
You startled when you turned, finding him standing directly behind you, pulling you into his warm embrace without any due warning. God, why was he so fucking sweet? Guilt gnawed away are your insides—Jake was right. He really did deserve to know the truth, why you were spending more time living in your fantasyland than grounded in reality—but surely it’d scare him off. Marc, too.
Perhaps it was just better to keep imagining what it would be like to be loved by them—at least without being outright rejected, there would always be that small sliver of hope gleaming in the back of your mind, that tiny semblance of ‘what if’ that you let linger.
You melted into his arms, face pressed into his shoulder.
“Anytime, Steven, really. It’s my pleasure.”
There was always a smile on her face when they departed—even if their time away from each other was difficult, she knew she could look forward to the next time they'd see each other. The way his big brown eyes would light up with elation when he saw her, like an overexcited puppy reuniting with its owner.
The grin remained on her face, still, after he’d kissed her goodbye and they parted ways. She hummed softly to herself as she journeyed down the hallway to remake the bed and tidy up the room.
He never did remember to tuck in the blankets. She laughed quietly to herself and she entered the room, filled with the distinctive cypress scent of him. She reached to fluff the pillows—
Oh. That shouldn’t be there, should it?
Your fingers wrapped around the small white trinket, strung along on a leather braided band. You lifted it up to your face to inspect it more closely—it was an pendant carved from ivory, shaped like a cross with a loop at the top. An ankh—the key of life—you recalled, as Steven had once taught you. There was a certain texture that ran along the sides, and only when you brought the object right up to your nose were you able to see that there was a teeny tiny pattern etched into the surface. Hieroglyphics.
Shit, you realized. This looked like something that would be in the museum Steven worked at—although it looked a bit too high quality to be sold in the gift shop. Nonetheless, you realized that it must’ve slipped from his pocket while he was getting dressed. What if it was important?
You wandered back to the kitchen and tried calling his cell, once, then twice, without receiving an answer. He was probably already being berated by Donna—oh, well. The museum was on your way to work anyhow, just one bus stop before the café that you worked at. You could swing by and give it to him before your shift.
You glanced down at your phone to shoot him a quick text.
hey, you forgot something here
i’ll drop it off for you in a bit x
It was only when you were strolling down the street with the pendant strung around your neck that a thrill of excitement ran up your spine.
What if this was from his latest mission?
It wasn’t something you’d considered before, but now that you thought about it, it seemed like the likeliest explanation. The boys didn’t tell you much about their escapades as the masked lunar vigilante, save for the vague explanations about the injuries they asked you to patch up—but you knew enough to be two-and-two together. This must be the ancient artifact he had been sent to retrieve on Khonshu’s behalf the previous night.
You suppressed a smile by sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, filled with giddiness. You were actually helping.
“Where is it?”
A venomous voice seethed, peering down at the crumpled form of the man at his feet. Marc was hunched over, arms chained behind his back, blood from his abdomen beginning to soak through the white fabric of his suit. His mouth tasted like copper, teeth coated in the sticky red substance as a gruff hand came to harshly grip his jaw, forcing his eyes upward. He sneered.
“I told you. I don’t know.”
Another punch collided with his face, this time connecting with the bridge of his nose and sending him careening backwards, landing against the concrete with a grunt.
“You’re full of shit. We know it was you at the burial site, Spector. We have eyewitnesses. You’re the only person in the world who could have possibly taken it.”
To the man's utter surprise, Marc Spector began to laugh. It was a wet sound, his mask receding so he could spit out a wad of crimson-tinted bile as he chuckled wolfishly, his lips curling up into a snarl. The perpetrator felt fear shoot through him at the look on his face.
“You’re wrong, actually. See, I was there.”
He clarified, eyes glinting dangerously. His attacker stumbled backwards as a harsh silver light blinded him briefly, and when his vision cleared, the Moon Knight had risen to his feet, freed from his shackles.
“I just wasn’t alone.”
The hair on the back of his neck prickled as he slowly turned around, met face to face with intense glare of a woman, her eyes still glowing with residual power. She tilted her head at him condescendingly, before lifting her right hand—the white ankh charm was dangling from her fingertips as she smiled coyly up at him.
“Looking for this?”
She cooed, smirking innocently, and before the man could even blink, she had pounced, wrestling him to the floor and pressing his face down against the cold flooring, cheek smushed against the pavement. She straddled his back, using her weight to hold him still while her fingers made a curling motion in the air—a rope of pure silvery light materialized with the sweep of her hand, binding the man’s hands behind his back with tendrils of starlight.
Her partner was dealing with the other two lackeys, one already laid out on the ground and the other lifted in the air by his neck, one of Marc’s gloved hands raising him up with his fingers pressing beneath his jaw.
When he stopped resisting, Marc let his body collapse to the floor in a heap before he turned back to face the woman, whose chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths. Even after a fight, she somehow appeared graceful and collected—she reached upward and pulled a stray hair from her eyes, tucking it back into it’s place beneath her star-laden headdress. Their eyes met briefly.
“Thanks.”
Marc swallowed, his head bowed low in embarrassment. He waited for the jab to come—‘I told you so.’ He deserved it, really. It was stupid to come in alone.
Instead, he was startled when she approached him softly, her eyes glittering as she lifted her hand to gently brush over his cheekbone, her smile gentle and kind.
“I’ll always have your back. You know that, right?”
He looked away, ridden with guilt and remorse, but she urged his eyes back to her with the nudge of her fingers.
“Marc. I mean it.”
He felt tears stinging the back of his eyes as he sniffed, trying to play off his emotions with fabricated nonchalance.
“Yeah, I know.”
She nodded once, withdrawing her hand from his face before lifting the ancient artifact up to his face, waving it for emphasis.
“We should probably get this to the old bird, then, huh?”
Her head snapped to the side at the gust of wind that abruptly passed them, her eyes trailing up the heavenly form of the aforementioned deity, the slope of his ivory beak towering above her. She swallowed—she’d never actually seen him before, only heard of him in passing from his Avatar. Khonshu.
Time seemed to freeze, briefly, as her breath slowly made its way back to her lungs. The skeletal bird tilted his domineering skull downward, staring her down with intensity.
“Wake up, little star.”
Her brows furrowed, her jaw dropping to reply, but he interrupted.
“You are not a part of this. You’re going to get yourself killed.”
Her head started to swim, the image in front of her turning hazy as her vision began to blur. She blinked profusely. This isn’t a part of the script, this isn’t supposed to happen—
“Wake up!”
With a jolt, you were pulled from your daydream—just in time for a hand to slip over your mouth to muffle your scream before everything went dark.
When your eyes blinked open, heavy with exhaustion, you were staring up at the white ceiling of your bedroom. You made a move to sit up, but the movement caused a throbbing pain to bloom in the back of your skull, forcing you back down against the pillows as a groan of discomfort fell from your lips. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to regain your bearings, when a set of heavy footsteps grabbed your attention from the hallway.
He faltered in the doorway when he made eye contact with you, his dark brows furrowed heavily with concern, dark purple bags settled beneath his lower lashes. When his initial shock wore off, his jaw set as he approached you slowly, a glass of tap water clutched in his left hand. He perched carefully on the edge of the bed, mindful not the nudge you.
“Marc?”
You croaked, your throat hoarse and dry, and he wordlessly reached forward, propping you further up onto the pillows before lifting the glass to your lips.
“Drink.”
He said sternly, pressing the rim to your mouth, and you obliged blindly, letting him tip the contents of the cup back into your mouth as you took slow, tentative sips. When he was satisfied with your water intake, he pulled the glass away and set it on the bedside table, the movement punctuated by a heavy sigh. Your eyes followed him carefully, brows knit together in confusion.
“I—what happened?”
You asked slowly, sitting yourself upward just a bit more. The pain in your head was lessening, although their was still a dull ache lingering at the back of your neck. You could see his jaw ripple again as he clenched his teeth, his body facing the door and his eyes focused on the wall across from him. You studied his profile carefully before he ran a tired hand down his face, rubbing at his eyes with his fingers.
“What do you remember?”
He prompted, and you hesitated, thinking back on the last thing you recalled. You remembered leaving for work, and finding the little white pendant you were planning on returning—and you remember getting lost in another fantasy before a hand clamped around your mouth and—
“Was I kidnapped?”
You asked incredulously, eyes blowing wide with realization as you recalled the sensation of a strong grasp around your face and neck before your fell unconscious. You watched his lip twitch with frustration.
“No. Well—yes. But you, I mean—what the fuck were you thinking?”
He finally turned to look at you, and when he did, you immediately wanted to shrink away and evaporate. His eyes were fiery, burning red hot with fury, the disapproving expression on his face striking something deep in your chest.
“What do you mean?”
You asked quietly, feeling tears begin to prick at your eyes, and Marc stood up, running a hand through his unruly curls as he took in a deep breath, obviously attempting to maintain some semblance of composure.
“You almost got yourself killed—bringing that charm with you, parading it around like a trophy.”
“I didn’t know, Marc, I just—”
“It doesn’t matter. I can’t let you get wrapped up in all of this—fuck, if I hadn’t been there...”
His back was towards you, but you could see the tension in his shoulders, his body heaving with heavy panting breaths. You felt small, like a child being reprimanded. You felt your eyes flood with tears.
“I was just trying to help.”
“Yeah, well, don’t.”
His voice was firm and harsh as he snapped over his shoulder at you, glaring.
“You can’t help. You’re not a part of this.”
You felt your heart hammering in your chest, desperation clawing inside of you as you threw back the blankets, swinging your legs off the side of the mattress so you could approach him.
“But maybe I can, Marc, if you’d just give me a chance, if you’d let me—”
“Stop!”
He whipped around to face you, voice louder than you'd ever heard it before. He was yelling, towering over you as he snarled, fuming.
“Just stop. If you keep this up, you’re gonna get yourself and a lot of other people hurt. You’re not a fucking Avatar—”
“You don’t think I know that?”
Marc flinched when you matched his intensity, the tears falling down your cheeks a stark contrast from the sheer anger that dominated your expression.
“You don’t think I realize that? Or think about it every goddamn night when I have to sit here, alone, wondering if you’re gonna show up, or if you’re somewhere dead and I can’t do anything but wait.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, attempting to swallow your tears down as you broke down in front of the man, your internal conflict reaching a boiling point and spewing out of you without warning.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve wished I could be out there with you, doing something, helping, anything—how often I imagine what it would be like if I wasn’t fucking useless, if I was actually a part of—”
“What did you just say?”
Your eyes snapped open, and your anger faltered when you saw the look of pure horror on Marc’s face, his skin looking several shades paler than it had before. Your mind was reeling, trying to look back on what you said, what your mistake had been, but he quickly clarified for you.
“Did you just—are you saying you wish you were an Avatar?”
His body was rigid, his expression suddenly stony and impenetrable as he looked down at you, offering a barely perceptible shake of his head as he grimaced.
“How could you—how could you possibly want that? Why would you ever—”
You could see his eyes turn glassy as he turned away, his chest beginning to heave again as he ran both of his hands through his hair anxiously, his gaze suddenly appearing frenzied. His words were laced with something adjacent to betrayal.
“You have no idea what—what I wouldn’t give to go back to my life before all of this, to—to not carry this weight, to not—I fucking kill people, do you not understand that? I’m a monster, because my life is fucking controlled by a monster, and you wish you were like me? You wanna suffer like this?”
“At least we’d be suffering together.”
It was barely more than a whisper, your addition, but Marc caught it. You couldn’t bear to look at him anymore—you turned and sat back on the bed, folding your hands in your lap and staring down at your fingers as your heart finally poured out of your chest.
“I don’t know what else I could do, Marc. I don’t know any other way to get you to actually see me.”
“See you?”
He asked incredulously, face marred with confusion, and your lip quivered as you looked anywhere but at him, awaiting his rejection as you spoke.
“I just—all I’ve ever wanted was to be able to help you. To—for you to trust me, for you to—to care about me, and—and the only scenario I can actually imagine you wanting me is if I’m not myself, I’m a version of myself that’s actually strong and capable and—”
You stifled a sob, your face scrunching up as your arms wrapped around yourself in a protective stance, huddling inward as you cried.
“—I don’t know what I’m trying to say, but I just—I want to be more than I am because—because I want to matter to you, Marc, but I know that won’t happen because I’m just—I’m just me.”
Marc fell silent. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you squeezed your bleary eyes shut, forcing yourself to take slow, deliberate inhales despite your desire to hyperventilate. You felt like the room was closing in on you, the walls shrinking and shrinking and you wished the space would swallow you whole.
“What have I done to ever make you think you don’t matter to me?”
His voice was soft and quiet, and when you blinked your tear-filled eyes open, he was staring at you, a look of genuine hurt on his chiseled features. You stuttered.
“I—what?”
“I—”
You watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed thickly.
“Why would you ever think that I don’t care about you? That you have to—to be someone else for that to happen?”
He sounded broken, his big brown eyes wide and imploring, and the sight made your chest feel tight. You pressed the butts of your palms into your eyes.
“I don’t know, Marc. You’re—you’re a fuckin’ superpowered badass who was chosen by an ancient Egyptian god to beat up monsters and go on these epic missions, and—and how can I even compete with that? I don’t even understand why you waste your time with me.”
“Why do you keep saying things like that?”
You startled when he took a few hulking steps towards you, his brows creasing in a look of frustration.
“If you’re so convinced that I’m some superior being to you—which I’m not—then rationalize that, for me. Why would I keep coming back if I didn’t care about you?”
Confusion flashed across your face as you contemplated his question.
“Because—because I patch you up when you get hurt, and I—and I take care of you. You only come here when you need something—”
“But that’s not true.”
He insisted, sounding exasperated with your obstinance.
“I have a magic suit of armor that heals me, I don’t even need you to stitch me back together—”
“But you told me—”
“Well, I lied.”
He snapped, his arms crossing over his chest, and you felt a foreign feeling flutter in the pit of your stomach as his hands came up to rub at his jaw—a nervous habit.
“It was an excuse, and honestly, not even a very convincing one. An excuse to see you.”
Your head was starting to pound again, a dull ache blooming behind your eyes as your mind continued to reel. It didn’t make any sense.
“But you—you never needed an excuse. I would’ve dropped everything for you, Marc—for all three of you.”
“I know.”
He nodded sadly, his face pained as he flinched at your words.
“And that’s what’s so bad about all of this. I shouldn’t have—you shouldn’t feel that way about me. I’m—it’s dangerous. I’ve been trying so hard to push you away because if something happens to you, if you get hurt—that’s on me. And I don’t know what I’d do with myself if—”
“I’m a big girl, Marc.”
You defended, and he seemed impressed with the conviction of your tone.
“You’ve never been anything but honest about the kind of life you live, the kind of things you do—if that scared me, you wouldn’t be standing here right now. I made that choice for myself.”
He looked like he wanted to argue, his lips parting to scold you or deny your claims, but there was resolve in his eyes. You watched as he slowly walked towards the bed, slumping into a seated position beside you, utterly defeated.
“I know.”
It was difficult for you to focus with the proximity of your bodies. He’d left a generous gap between the two of you, but his legs were spread wide as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, and your legs were almost touching. It was unbearable.
“I always thought you were taking advantage of me.”
You spoke smally, a bit ashamed and hesitant to admit the truth, and you saw Marc’s shoulders tense before he hung his head low, a deep sigh coming from his chest.
“Yeah. Jake told me that you might be feeling that way.”
Your eyes darted to his face, taken completely by surprise.
“He—he did?”
Marc chuckled ruefully, scoffing a bit at his alter.
“And I never fuckin’ listened. Told me I needed to come clean—be honest about how I feel, or else I’ll just keep hurting you more—”
“I didn’t realize he’d actually tried to talk to you about it.”
Marc’s brows furrowed.
“Wait, are you—did you tell him that?”
You blushed, feeling somewhat guilty as you nodded. You weren’t proud of the fact that you’d been talking about Marc and Steven behind their backs to their other alter.
“Why did—why didn’t you just talk to me?”
Marc leaned towards you, trying to catch your gaze with his, but you quickly looked forward again, eyes focusing in on your shaky hands.
“I didn’t know if—I never had to question things with Jake. He’s never been shy about how he feels about me.”
“Jake’s never been shy about anything in his entire goddamn life.”
You actually giggled at that, Marc’s tone sour and somewhat envious, but a soft smile easily curled on his lips at the sound of your laughter. When your amusement faded slightly, your breath caught in your throat when you felt a warm hand fall atop your knee, thumb rubbing over the flesh gently. You stared at the place where his skin met yours, heat flushing your cheeks.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. If I would’ve known sooner—if he’d have told me—”
You shook your head quickly, dismissing his apology.
“No, don’t. I made him promise me he wouldn’t tell you. And—and the reason I didn’t say anything is, well—he would never tell me if you felt the same, so I didn’t—I just kind of assumed you didn’t.”
“I don’t understand why you think so little of yourself.”
His fingers gripped your knee a bit more firmly, the heat of his hand traveling upwards despite your attempts to stop it.
“You really think—thought the only way I’d want you is if you were an Avatar?”
You laughed wetly, swiping the last of your tears from beneath your eyes as you shook your head abashedly.
“When you say it out loud, it sounds so fucking stupid.”
“Hey, it’s not stupid.”
He corrected, and you froze when you felt his hand lift from your knee to reach towards your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear so he could see you more clearly. His fingers slipped beneath your jaw and gently coaxed your head to face him. You forgot how to breathe.
“It’s just not true.”
“Baby, I’ve wanted you since the day I met you, Avatar or not.”
She let out a quiet gasp at his confession, face lighting up with delight as he surged forward and captured her lips with his own, whimpering against her mouth as his arms encircled her body. He guided her back towards the bed, laying her out beneath him, looking absolutely heavenly, truly ravishing, and the sight made him ravenous as he worshipped her, starting by dragging his tongue—
“Hey. Where’d you go?”
It was only a brief moment of wistfulness, your daydream, but Marc saw the way your eyes misted and filled with a faraway look. He let his fingers dance across the softness of your neck before reaching to cradle your jaw in his hand, fingers threading into the hair behind your left ear.
You blinked away your reverie, trying to ground yourself in the present regardless of how desperately you wanted to fantasize about how much you craved him, how much you just wished he wanted you—
“Sorry.”
You uttered, voice barely above a whisper, and you blinked up at him through your wet lashes, doe-eyed. Your shame quickly melted away into something entirely different when you saw the ghost of a smile flicker over his lips.
“What were you thinking about?”
Your breathing stuttered, and you opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off quickly, the timbre of his voice low and gravelly.
“You can tell me, sweetheart. Whatever it was, whatever you want—I’ll give it to you.”
It all became too much too quickly—the swirling heat of desire coiling lowly in your abdomen, the warmth of his exhales across your face, the roughness of his hands against the soft skin of your cheek, the almost taunting gleam in his dark eyes. His promise emboldened you, and without much thought, you surged forward and captured his lips in your own, whimpering against his mouth as your arms encircled his body.
He was quick to meet your pace, his free arm twisting to wrap around your lower back so he could pull you into his lap, one of your hands sinking into his brown curls and the other digging into his right shoulder. You heard him groan into your lips and you took the opportunity to sink your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss as you pressed your body flush against him, desperately seeking as much closeness as possible.
When his lips left yours and began to trail down your jaw and throat, you were pulled out of your stupor.
“Wait—wait.”
You whispered, fingers tugging at his curls so you could see his face. His brows furrowed in concern as he looked at you with worried eyes, his lips dewy and kiss-swollen.
“What’s wrong?”
He asked carefully, his voice gruff but still attentive, and you lifted both hands to cradle his face, thumbs sweeping over his cheekbones as you drank in his features, studying his face carefully.
“I just—”
You let out a shaky exhale, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his.
“I need to know that this is real. That you’re—that this is all real.”
He pulled away from you slightly, grinning somewhat wolfishly at you.
“This is real, baby—does it feel real?”
You nodded eagerly, your lips still tingling from the severity of his kisses, and he pulled you in for another one, his touch deliciously bruising.
When he pulled away again, you felt his fingers trace down your arm before he grabbed your hand in his. Your brows furrowed in confusion as he guided your grasp between your bodies, but your hips jolted when he pressed your hand into the hardness of his bulge in his jeans. You whimpered at the feeling, fingers curling around his length to squeeze him. His lashes fluttered.
“Yeah, baby—you feel what you do to me? That’s fuckin’ real.”
You felt yourself grow increasingly desperate at his words, fingers curling into the hem of his shirt and yanking it over his head with abandon. He seemed in tune with your own neediness because pretty soon, clothes were being ripped off and haphazardly tossed around the room, lips meeting newly-exposed skin at every opportunity.
You were laid out beneath him, his body slotted between your parted legs as he hovered over you, pumping his cock languidly as he gazed down at you with hooded eyes.
“I’ve pictured this, too, you know.”
You felt a small smile find your face.
“Really?”
He bit his lip, the pace of his hand jerking his length speeding up just slightly.
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby. You’re even more beautiful than I ever imagined.”
His sweet compliment was a stark contrast to the depravity of the current situation, but you could hear the sincerity in his words. You smiled up at him, reaching forward to take his cock in your grasp and line him up with your awaiting entrance.
“And you’re even bigger than I ever imagined.”
You purred, watching his eyes flash with pride as he leaned forward to brush the tip of his cock through your sopping folds, causing you to mewl unsurepetitiously.
“Please, Marc, shit—I can’t wait anymore, please.”
He grinned wickedly down at you, and before you could even take a breath, he was plunging into you with force, his cock sheathing itself fully within the softness of your cunt.
He choked above you, his arm slamming down on the mattress beside your head for support, his fist curling into the sheets.
“Jesus fuck, you’re tight.”
He breathed out, his expression almost pained with just how perfectly your walls were squeezing him.
The sudden intrusion was a startling sensation, but the burn of the stretch was quickly evolving into an addictive sting of pleasure.
“Oh, God, yes—move, Marc, please.”
You begged, brows furrowed deeply, and Marc quickly obliged, starting a rapid pace as he hammered into you, his hips snapping forward with jarring strength. The sound of slapping skin echoed within the room and only served to add to your arousal, the noises leaving your lips sinful and completely involuntary.
“Fuck yeah, baby—is this what you wanted? This what you’ve been daydreaming about, huh? My cock filling you up?”
You moaned wantonly, back arching at Marc’s words. His curls were falling across his forehead, dampened with sweat, and you reached up to grip his shoulders for support, fingernails digging into the carved muscle.
“Yes, fuck, yes—so good, Marc, so fucking good—”
He reached down and lifted your legs to wrap around his waist, forcing his cock even deeper inside of you, the new angle earning a sharp cry. Your walls were fluttering around him.
“Yeah, you wanna cum, baby? You wanna cum on my cock?”
He hand reached between your bodies to thumb at your clit, and the added stimulation sent you suddenly toppling over the edge into your orgasm, your eyes rolling back into your head as you let out a long, drawn-out moan.
“Yeah, attagirl—fuck yeah.”
Your walls were clamping down on him, pulsing rhythmically over the ridges of his cock, and he felt his release rapidly approaching.
“You want my cum, baby?”
You nodded frantically at him, eyes wild with desperation, and Marc groaned as his pace began to stutter.
“Where, baby? Where do you want it?”
You fingers sank further into the flesh of his shoulders.
“Mouth—want you to cum in my mouth.”
Your request alone was enough to send him hurtling over the edge.
“Oh, shit, gonna cum—”
He pulled out of you quickly, hand reaching down to fervidly fist at his cock as he crawled forward to straddle your stomach on his knees—you eagerly leaned forward just in time as his balls drew up tight, his cum shooting straight across your awaiting tongue as you opened your mouth wide for him.
“Oh, baby—fuuuuckkk—”
His hips thrusted into his fist with each pump of cum that escaped him, some shooting above your lip and dribbling down your chin. He grunted harshly as he tapped the tip of his cock over your tongue, coating the head in his release that had pooled within your mouth. You quickly closed your lips around him and suckled the tip into your mouth, swallowing all of his seed as you swirled your tongue around his length.
He let out a low groan before he finally reached forward to tug you off of him, collapsing onto the mattress beside you heavily.
You both caught your breath for a few moments, coming back down to Earth after your intense climaxes.
It was Marc who broke the silence first, a deep chuckle coming from his chest.
“If this is what you’re constantly daydreaming about, then fuck—you gotta tell me. I will make every goddamned one come true.”
Your laughter matched his own as he reached over to wrap an arm around you, pulling you towards the warmth of his body comfortingly. Your smile quickly faded as the heat of the moment made way for reality.
“Was this—I mean, this wasn’t just—just a one-time thing... right?”
Marc pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering along your hairline.
“No, baby. Besides—Jake and Steven haven’t even gotten their turns with you.”
His attempt at a joke fell flat.
“That’s not what I mean.”
You said quietly, and Marc sighed, letting his head rest atop yours as he held you close.
“Sorry. I know what you meant, but still, the answer’s no. Kinda hoping this is an all-the-time thing.”
Now, you laughed, and he swore it was his favorite sound in the entire world.
You had a brief conversation with Steven about your mutual feelings, later—although he was a stuttering mess, his smile was wide and eyes were bright with elation when he finally kissed you. He fell asleep holding you close to him, and you listened to his breathing slow as you began to doze off beside him.
Just when you were about to fall asleep, his arms around you squeezed tighter.
“Told you so.”
Jake’s voice taunted jokingly, and you lifted a fist to punch his shoulder at his teasing. He chuckled, and you tilted your head so you could see his face—he looked relaxed, truly at ease, and you practically melted into his touch.
“Yeah, I guess you did.”
You admitted defeat, and Jake gave you a cheeky lopsided grin before he leaned down and gave you a soft, chaste kiss that left you breathless.
You rested your head back against his chest, but he interrupted your peace yet again.
“Can I ask you somethin, nena?”
You nodded.
“You told Marc you imagined being an Avatar. ’m just curious—what kind of things do you think about?”
You felt your face flush with embarrassment, still feeling silly and insecure about admitting to your daydreaming habits, but Jake gently encouraged you enough until you relented, explaining how you’d always had an infatuation with the deity Nut and liked the poeticism of the pairing of the moon and the stars.
“And you called me estrellita.”
You informed shyly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, but you could hear the way his breath caught in his throat, his muscles tensing just slightly.
“Estrellita?”
He questioned, and you lifted your head to look at him, his brows furrowed in confusion.
“Yeah, it—it means ‘little star.’”
You explained, and he shook his head.
“I know that, but I—hmm.”
His lips pursed, and you nudged him, his confusion worrying you.
“What? What’s wrong?”
He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye before staring back up at the ceiling, his expression contemplative
“No, it’s nothing. It’s just—today, when Khonshu came to tell us that you were in trouble, he—he called you that. Little star.”
You bolted upright, the color quickly draining from your face.
“He fucking what?”
Jake shrugged uneasily, but you felt your heart begin to hammer in your chest, recalling the bizarre intrusion Khonshu had made in your fantasy today, interrupting your own train of thought. Was that—actually him?
Little did you know, Khonshu had been eavesdropping on your daily mental escapes for some time, entertained by both your active imagination and the elaborate stories you seemed to conjure up on a whim. As a matter of fact, both he and Nut found great amusement in your investment in the life of the Egyptian deities, and should something happen to the Goddess of the Sky’s current Avatar—she knew exactly where to find her next candidate.
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3. The confession
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Steven Grant x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ smut, sort of sub!Steven, oral male!receiving, just Steven being a hot mess
Summary: Steven blurts out so much information at once that your mind is clouded enough to think straight
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Notes: Thanks again for all your support! Your comments make so so so so happy. I hope you like this one, we are getting into it! Comments or suggestions are always welcome <3
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You sat on the sofa with damp hair.
Now, after what feels like more than fifteen minutes, your hair is already dry and Steven hasn’t said a word yet. Every time he opens his mouth he shuts it a second later, frustrated. You try to remain patient but the worry is winning you over.
Your body is slowly tensing as you watch him shift in his position, adjust his clothes and hold his hands on his stomach over and over again. He keeps glancing at your doorway almost like he had lost the courage and was ready to physically escape this conversation any minute.
Soon you realize he’s not just nervous about what he has to say, he's anxious.
You want to break the bubble he’s in, kiss his cheek and massage the tension away but you don’t want him to feel pressured or rushed. You want to respect his own time to open up.
Yet curiosity is eating you alive. What could he have to say to be in this state? That he doesn’t even know how to start? Is he married? Is he a fugitive? Is he in danger? Is he scaping someone or something? In which case, would he be the good guy or the bad guy?
Even when the image of your cute neighbor purposely hurting someone seems completely ridiculous to you, it takes you by surprise the thought that comes next.
Would that make any difference to you and how you feel about him?
It shocks you that, even now, you’re just… intrigued, not afraid. Whatever is tormenting him you want to help, not run away.
The acknowledgment illuminates feelings you’re not ready to name.
You intervene when his breathing quickens, he’s getting more and more disturbed with every passing second.
“I wish I could follow wherever you go when you get lost in your mind” you whisper, moving the soft curls away from his face, catching the attention of his eyes.
Steven immediately stops the whirlpool he’s in, melting at your touch. The emotion produced by your words echoes inside him, in hearts still fighting not to let you in completely.
“I’m looking a bit dodgy, aren’t I?” He asks, concerned.
“Just a little bit,” you joke with a soft smile.
He leans in to steal a kiss from your lips. Then he inhales and, finally, speaks.
He starts with the history of Egyptian Gods, he tells you about The Ennead, about Taweret, Ammit and Konshu, the God of the Moon. How he intervenes in human lives, protecting the travelers of the night through his avatar.
And you are completely lost, trying to follow the completely unexpected path his rapid babble has taken through ancient names and beliefs until—
Until Steven says he was an avatar himself for a brief period of time.
He tells you about the things that happened in Egypt, about why he had to go so urgently. How he went inside the pyramids and discovered the tomb of Alexander the Great. How even when he experienced things he couldn’t ever imagine existed he was relieved he wasn’t Konshu’s avatar anymore.
You are trying to make sense of the things he’s saying but it’s too much information to take all at once. He’s jumping from one thing to another. Just a few minutes ago you weren’t even sure you believed in god, much less in the plural sense of the word.
He’s talking about things your brain is struggling to accept.
But you see truth in his eyes, in the way he’s telling you all this. He believes what he’s saying.
Making you, somehow, believe it too.
So when he meets your eyes, expectantly, all you can say is:
"I don't understand—I don't understand most of it… or any of it. But I believe you."
Your words seem to reassure him because just when he hears them he tells you about Marc.
Marc.
Marc and their little brother.
He talks about the accident. About Marc being Konshu’s avatar. About how during all these years he didn’t even know about Marc until just a few months ago.
“I was afraid, I couldn’t tell the difference between my waking life and my dreams. I would go to sleep, then have these violent nightmares, then wake up in the middle of my life without remembering how did I get there,” he keeps blurting out, a little bit calmer this time, with your interlaced with his. “And—and Konshu terrified me the first few times he appeared in front of me, searching for Marc. Seeing him I thought I had lost my mind”.
He explains to you how he feels him, how Marc lives in the silences between his thoughts. How he knows he’s there even when he’s not speaking to him.
And how Marc didn’t want Steven to tell you all of this.
“Marc was constantly reminding me that I shouldn’t get too attached to you, that I shouldn’t let my hopes up because you didn’t know about Konshu, about what had really happened in Egypt and about him, about his existence. So every time I would try to tell you he would talk me out of it saying that you might not be ready yet. That it—that it might scare you off. And I tried making him understand that you wouldn’t but he just repeated that I would lose you over and over and it started to get into my head. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner but I didn’t know how either. The whole thing sounds taken out of a bloody weird-magical-ancient-creepy Disney story, doesn’t it?”
It kind of did.
You get that part. But why did he start the conversation with all The Moon God thing? It would have been easier to explain and follow if he had started telling you about Marc first. Was he —or were they�� more concerned about your reaction to Marc’s existence than about them being some sort of god’s incarnation? Those times you've seen Steven lose himself in thought was he actually talking to Marc? Was Marc the one in the elevator and was he earlier in the bathroom when you felt Steven’s demeanor change? Had he been around more than those two times and you didn't realize it?
“Is he with us now? Listening to the conversation?” You hear yourself ask out loud.
You have so many questions and all of them are forming inside your head at the same time.
“No, no… He left when I started talking because he didn’t want me to.”
Has he been forced to spend time with you? Is that the reason he didn't want you to know about him? Because you might want to meet him? Or maybe it's that Marc doesn't trust you? Steven said he had taken care of him since they were little. Maybe he didn’t approve of you?
“Was he right?” he asks with a softer voice and a harder grip on your hand.
The vulnerability behind his eyes blanks your mind for a moment.
“What? Sorry, was he right about what?”
“About me losing you.”
He’s looking at you as if he is waiting to listen to a death sentence and you know him enough to see he really believes that you are going to reject him, that you are going to run away. A part of your heart breaks with the idea of them believing they have to hide themselves to be loved. You want to hurt whoever has hurt them before. And although right now your head is not working well with all the information you just received, knowing that you need to process it all, you are sure that both now and tomorrow, a week or a month later your heart will feel the same way for him.
“Why would you? You are still you.”
A thousand different emotions and thoughts pass through his face, but instead of trying to vocalize any of them, he takes your face in his hands and kisses you in a way he has never done before.
Strong, passionate, as in a form of recognition: you may feel for me the same as I feel for you.
And although the lack of air is clouding your head more than already is, you kiss him back with the same intensity. Telling him without words: I do, I do, I do.
All of your senses are soon overtaken by him. And even when the last functioning part of your brain is telling you that you probably shouldn't be doing this right now as soon as he’s moaning in your mouth your reasoning is walking out of the room, leaving you alone with Steven and his lips on your skin, and his hands on your hips pushing you against him, and the heat of his body warming yours, and the smell of his essence making you want to be closer and closer, and the feel of him already hard under you.
“Love, you’ll have to guide me through this,“ his mouth whispers against your ear before devoting itself to spread eager kisses throughout your neck. You’re not sure if the goosebumps that take over you are induced by his lips or his words. Or by the low hum he gives you when you throw your head back to give him more space, unable to resist him. Or by how his hands keep holding your hips, slowly grinding you into him. Probably all of them.
But when he reaches your clavicle you hold his face between your hands to stop him. As much as you want to take off his clothes and just jump into him you want to be loving and gentle, just like he’s with you. You don't have to go all the way in tonight, you can show him other things.
“We’ll take it slow. You can change your mind any time, ok?”
You wait till he nods in understanding to begin unbuttoning his shirt, following the new path of exposed skin with a racing heart and shaky fingers. You never thought skin could be attractive, but his is. It’s inviting even, all velvet soft and golden dim glow under the faint light of your bedroom.
When you finally reach the last button, you take a moment to run your palm from his lower stomach all the way up to his cheek at an unhurried, steady pace. Your fingers tingle as you get a better feel of his smooth skin and strong muscles and your poor heart contracts hearing how his breathing is altered just by the light touch of your hand.
“You are gorgeous, in every way,” you can’t help saying, meeting his eyes when he huffs in response.
“Now you’ll have to prove to me I’m not dreaming 'cause you’ve said things like that in my dreams before.”
So you do.
You prove to both of you this is not a dream by pushing him into the mattress to have more room to leave gentle kisses on his chest, above his hammering heartbeat; tender bites on his shoulder, his ribcage, and his hand when he moves your hair out of your face to have a better look of you; licks that instantly flex his muscles every time you get close to the beginning of his trousers; the mere trace of your lips over his heated skin just to feel him shiver underneath.
And he just takes anything you give him, accepts anything you do to him with shaky breath and devoted eyes.
You back up to sit on his lap again and can’t help but run your nails over his smoothly muscled chest while making eye contact, inviting him without pronouncing a word.
In a second he gets up, eager to take off your shirt and turn you around, mirroring your actions and adding up his own.
First, he approaches the exposed skin with his fingertips, almost as if he still wanted to check the reality of the situation, of you under him, half-naked, flushed, happy, and willing.
The soft sighs his touch coaxes out of you must be credible enough because then he’s caressing you with his mouth. Leisurely tracing the curves of your shoulder, your ribcage, and your stomach, stopping at the cup of your bra.
“Can I take it off you?”
His breathless voice never so dark before, clouds your mind and exposes you.
“You can do anything you want to me, Steven.”
His shocked gasp it's the last thing you get before you feel him cupping one breast and sucking the other. Your stomach clenches as his hot tongue traces your nipple and he moans against you, delighted by the way you’re arching under his touch.
His eyes don’t leave your face, memorizing every single one of your reactions, as he instinctively develops a pattern of softly biting the tip just to soothe it with tender licks and soft kisses afterward. It’s glorious. But the sensations are too strong to remain still anymore, you need to touch him too.
You take advantage of the fact that his mouth is making its way to your other breast, leaving small kisses on your sternum, to hold his face and guide him to your mouth and kiss him fervently, confessing to him things you don’t dare yet to say in words. And he answers to all of them, with every vehement move of his tongue against yours.
You slip one finger inside the edge of his trousers, tracing the skin under the fabric. Involuntarily, his hips thrust into you at the motion.
“Can I take them off?” You ask over his mouth.
He backs up to look at you, giving you one of those soft loving smiles you are always craving so much.
“You can also do anything you want to me, love.”
Love, love, love.
He doesn’t have any idea the power he holds on you every time he calls you love.
A little bit more desperate than you would like to recognize and faster than you thought possible, you get rid of his pants. And now you’re attacking him all the way up to his thighs, caressing his skin until he’s breathing ragged and harder than ever under his boxers.
His neglected erection getting all of your attention now, unable to even try avoid it anymore.
You ignore the primal impulse to beg him let you touch him, waiting to move only after you get his confirmation.
“Please.” It’s all he says.
You slowly palm him through his underwear, savoring the feel of him.
“Please,” he whimpers once more and all pleasantries are pushed aside as your hand finds its way to hot naked flesh.
Dear god.
He’s thick, silky, and perfect. And so ready for you.
He throbs under your touch as you get him out of his underwear. Once it's free you can’t help but stop for a moment to take him in. How can he be so pretty? Everywhere, every part of him, he’s gorgeous. Your heart hammering faster than ever under your chest and your mouth watering just by looking at him.
You move tentatively one finger over his tip, brushing the precum all over his length. Slowly, you start adding fingers, tracing his figure making him get used to your touch. And stars, the way he reacts to your caresses is everything.
Seeing him this wrecked, this hot and desperate just by your hand is making you so wet. You wrap your whole palm around him to jerk him off with harder, but longer motions watching the muscles under his slight stomach flex.
“Please, more I just—Please,” he begs again, his raspy tone seeping deep inside you, adding up to the warmth on your lower belly. He whimpers, watching in awe as he thrusts himself rock-hard and pulsating into your hand, unable to hold still any longer.
You’re not trying to tease him, you’re just figuring out what he wants. Does he want it faster? Does he want your mouth?
You lean in to kiss his hipbone and then—
At the first touch of your tongue, Steven is overwhelmed with the need to confess he loves you, the urge to cry, and the fear he actually might pass out. The contact is enough to send all the blood in his body rushing to his dick making him lose all sense of gravity. As if it wasn't enough that every one of his senses —overflowing with the feel of you— had him already dizzy now your mouth is making him feel in ways he didn’t even think were possible to feel.
So he raises his head to at least try to express one of all the things he's feeling, but then he sees you taking him all the way into your mouth, feeling you moaning against him, and all he can do is choke at a sight he knows it will haunt him in every dream and fantasy from now on until the day he dies.
Your body fills with fire at the taste of him and you can’t help but take as much as of him as you can into your mouth. Your now unoccupied palm finds its way down to massage his balls, desperate to feel him.
And god, his broken panting must be the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard.
“Wa—wait! Stop. Please, wait,” he calls and you instantly stop taking him out of your mouth. “Sorry, love. I just—I was about to come in your mouth and I—”
“I want you to come in my mouth, baby. Don’t you?”
The ragged cry he gives you as an answer as he throws his head back against the mattress is enough for you to take him back into your mouth again.
His body is now covered in a thin sheen of sweat and impossibly rigid, you notice he’s still holding back. That won't do it.
You take him as far as your throat lets you and run your nails from his lower tummy to the very base of his cock. His stomach flexes under your touch and then he’s cumming, throbbing inside your mouth just like you wanted him to.
You drain him until he’s just a beautiful trembling mess that repeats your name in choked whispers without stopping.
You pull up to take a better look at his stunning body completely relaxed on your bed, but then the whole picture, the way his eyes meet yours with more love and devotion than ever feels so domestic and intimate, more than everything you’ve done today, has a full-force impact into your heart.
You lower your head again to kiss his hipbone, humming happily thinking about how much you enjoyed this even if you didn’t come yourself. Satisfied with how close you feel to him right now.
You are kissing his lower stomach when his fingers brush your hair away from your face.
“Is my turn now, isn’t it love?” he asks, still panting underneath you.
Wait, what?
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Egyptian mythology: Off a chaotic start
A good way to understand the nature of Egyptian mythology is to take a look at its various creation myths.
Egyptian mythology was created by uniting, fusing and cumulating rites, beliefs, legends and theologies coming from different sub-realm, city-states and history eras, and trying to stitch them together into a cohesive whole. Terry Pratchett beautifully summed it up in his book “Pyramids”: the Egyptians never threw away a god, just in case he could be useful later, and so they piled on gods and myths and stories and rites, even though they contradicted each other.
The creation myths of Egypt work in a similar way. Egypt didn’t have one, but several “religious centers”, specific cities with each their own pantheon of local gods, each their own set of legends and beliefs, each their own take on religion. If you think the myth-variations of the Greek city-states were complex, oh boy, get ready, because compared to the Egyptians, the Greeks are a piece of cake. Each of those major religious center had its own creation myth, that by default entered in conflict with each other, and yet co-existed in the people’s mind and religious practices.
The most famous and widespread of those creation myths, the one people are most aware of today, is actually the creation myth of the city of Heliopolis (in the original Egyptian, “Iunu”). The Heliopolis theogony was based around a group of gods known as the Ennead (”pesedjet” in Egyptian), nine deities forming a family through whose genealogy the world was created. A reason this creation myth became so popular is because it is very similar to the way the Greek cosmogony work. According to this myth, in the beginning there was just the Nun, the primordial ocean, the endless dark and lifeless waters. From these waters a mound appeared, and on it appeared the primordial, creator-god Atum (later identified and fused with Ra). Atum, the All-Deity, then gave birth (either through masturbation or by sneezing/spitting) to the deities Shu and Tefnut, the air and th humidity, who mated together to give birth to Nut and Geb, the sky and the earth, who in turn had four children - Osiris, Isis, Seth and Nephthys. (A variation of the myth includes “Horus” as the fifth child, but that’s... a complicated business). So far so good.
But then, you have to confront and compare the Ennead of Heliopolis with another group of gods supposedly responsible for the creation of the world. The Ogdoad of Hermopolis (in Egyptian, “Khemenu”). According to the cosmogony of Hermopolis, before the world existed there were eight deities, four primordial couples each the manifestation of one of the pre-creation elements: Nun and Naunet (primordial waters), Amun and Amaunet (the primordial air or the hidden/secret power), Kuk and Kauket (primordial darkness), Huh and Hauhet (shapelessness or infinity). These eight abstract deities suddenly joined together, gathering their power and essence, and in a great explosion of energy they created the world. From this point forward the texts disagree and split into two traditions. Everybody agrees from one of the first created things the sun arose - but for one group the sun was hatched from an egg placed by the god Thot on a mound coming out of the waters ; while for another group the sun arose from a blooming lotus flower (which was a manifestation of the god Nefertem).
These are however but two of the numerous cosmogonies of Egypt. Beyond these two stories of groups of gods creating the world, either through their family tree or a cosmic gang-bang, there are also several Egyptian cosmogonies which rather present one lonely creator-god who manifested or shaped the world one way or another. In Memphis for example (Inebu-hedj in Egyptian), it was thought that the world, the gods, the elements and every living being were created by the god Ptah, who conceived all of them in his mind/heart as ideas, and then made them exist by pronouncing their name out loud. This tradition is similar and yet opposing the one of Elephantine, where the primordial creator-god is called “Khnum” and is said to have shaped and modeled physicaly the world, the gods and every living things out of clay. Hopefully, the Egyptian themselves tried to link together and unite those conflicting theogonies into one more cohesive ensemble: for example the Memphis creation myth evolved to include the Ennead, by claiming that Ptah was the secret power behind the manifestation of Atum and the formation of his descendants (Ptah was notably identified with the mound that came out of the Nun before Atum appeared). Another “tie-in” cosmogony would be the one of Thebes (in Egyptian “Waset”): the city had taken as a patron-god the deity Amun, and as it rose into power as a new religious capital/religious center, it took “away” from the Ogdoad ensemble Amun, and claimed that he was creater, vaster and older than the other Ogdoad members. According to the Thebes belief, Amun was THE primordial power and creating force of the universe - while he was part of the Ogdoad, he had created it around him, AND he also was the one who created the Ennead.
The list could go on and on, but these are the five most common and brought up creation myths when it comes to Ancient Egypt, and they perfectly show how, despite each legend contradicting the others, they still were worked on so that they could eventually be tied and linked together into a vaguely cohesive mythology (if you can close your eyes on minor and secondary unlogical details).
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ENNEAD audio drama episode 2 up
Episode 2 of the audio drama/audiobook adaptation of ENNEAD by Mojito (season 1) is available to listen to on ACO's digital episode site and app! Episodes 1 and 2 are free to listen to, but you have to make an account and get adult verification to listen to them. They are only available in Korean, though episode 1 has Japanese subtitles/transcription (but not Korean for some reason), and Japanese subs are planned to be added to all future episodes. It's unclear if any other languages will be added as subs. It's presumed the first couple episodes will be free as a preview, and the following will be pay-walled.
If you'd like to listen to the app, look for Audio Comic Seu Co., Ltd (if you're browsing in English).
You can still pre-order the physical release of season 1, which ships internationally, and releases on 28 December 2023.
In other ENNEAD news this month:
There is currently an ongoing ENNEAD x Mofun collaboration cafe and merchandise event in Hongdae, Korea, which sells ENNEAD-themed food and lots of new merch. The cafe runs from 24 November - 24 December 2023 KST and merchandise is available for international purchase online.
The English physical release of volume 1 came out on 21 November 2023. More info on that here.
The Italian physical release of ENNEAD will potentially start at the end of the month, with volume 1 releasing on 30 November 2023.
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Well dear wonderful author, I am currently stumped and I’m not sure I know how to get out. This might not make much sense, I’m sorry in advance.
I was sort of daydreaming and trying to picture what the 5Ds version of Ennead would look like. It helps me to avoid falling down the rabbit hole of other storyline based questions that aren’t questions as much as random thoughts that I should be patient for their reveal.
I ended up wondering just how much of the story would change because I always sort of assumed that the original characters from DM were dead and Judai/Jaden was in another dimension while the whole 5Ds thing went down. Because they probably would have made a big difference if they had been active.
After much thought I haven’t been able to picture a 60-80 year old Seto Kaiba just laying down and letting any part of Domino turn into a lawless junk heap that the 5Ds Satellite is shown to be in the show. That goes doubly so for your wonderful characterization of Seto when he is “teetering an a mental breakdown when what is his is threatened.” But that’s just my love for “Help Me” showing.
Maybe this is because in my experience, 80 year olds tend to have very few 🦆s to give and even at that age, are prone will do whatever they want. I just can’t picture your Sato Kaiba at 60 years old, his city literally torn apart, deciding that he is going to let the government or whatever the 🦆 “sector security” is supposed to be, turn the Domino bay into a Japanese Berlin Wall.
Tracking citizens through gold marks I could see him doing, but that’s for a different reason and he would probably be a lot more competent with the execution of said tracking than how it’s used in the show.
Actually he’d be a lot more competent in many different components of the series.
Especially with all the work he has put into getting a theme park up and running in like 6 months for Battle of the Gods and what I can only guess he did when his school and niece were sucked into another dimension. Compared to that, building a bridge to reconnect a portion of the city to the mainland is practically child’s play to the old man. He’d probably be upset that he had to actually leave his house to tall people what they are doing to resolve the new catastrophe.
To be honest it might be because I can pretty easily picture him with silver hair berating everyone at fault for the incident while waving a cane around and saying that they are some of the most stupid people he’s come across in a long while before firing them all.
And that’s not even getting into my thoughts about what Judai must be doing during this time in her 40s-60s. For some reason I can imagine her finding Akiza or Rua or both before the story even starts and helping them get a hold of their powers.
I also seem to be stuck with the idea that Yugi’s first life after her separation with Meisa happened during the whole signer/dark signer incident and she was supposed to take up one of the marks again. But that might just be because I remember you saying that she would have been reborn around the same time as Yusei and the others and recalling that the English dub used “nearly five-thousand years ago” to describe their timeline)
So, to conclude dear author, Goddess of this universe. How crazy do I sound for contemplating these thoughts when I know you had just started watching the subbed GX series a few weeks ago? I should be very aware that you have not done a deep dive into 5Ds but I still can’t stop thinking about it.
Thank you again for all of your hard work. Everything in Ennead, Miraculous, Help Me, and well everything is just amazing!!! I don’t know why I’m focusing on the 5Ds aspect of this. Especially when you have such well fleshed out stories already written.
I don't remember saying Yugi died by then, but there's been new plans:
Yugi is still alive by 5ds. She's the Guardian of Old Domino.
When Zero Reverse happens she and Meisa rejoined to unleash their divine magic and manage to save a portion of Domino and the people living on that area but get overwhelmed because even Gods could be killed in Egypt and end up asleep for a while.
Old Domino, the section of Domino they managed to protect, is untainted by the darkness from the blast because of her magic, but Yugi has to maintain it or it would get corrupted from either side by the darkness in the areas to either side. That takes a LOT of energy. Like it started corrupting while they were unconscious straight after the blast, but she managed to fix it and now has to maintain it to keep it safe. If she uses too much magic for something else, she loses ground on the safe zone So she has to focus on protecting Old Domino.
She's like 70 years old but she is still kickass enough to keep a section of Old Domino alive. The Dark Signers can't pass into her territory, but she can't leave either. She's tied to the land now. She does take in waifs and strays that need looking after and help them learn how to handle any magic they gain.
Her daughter, on the other hand, is a part-time Turbo-Duelist, part time psychic-trainer, psychic being the 'up to date' term for Shadow Touched Duelists.
This is all pre-5ds stuff though because I haven't seen the series. Beyond that, I'm not sure how else I'm going to progress. I'll work it out when I see more of 5ds.
I am trying to ignore the desire to put Mana Mutou, Suguru's daughter, in with Yusei and the others right now. XD
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Shanghai Lingang Special Area, Dishui Lake District
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Shanghai Lingang Special Area in the Dishui Lake District
18 May 2022
Architecture: Ennead Architects
Location: Dishui Lake District, Shanghai, People’s Republic of China
Images: © Ennead Architects
Shanghai Lingang Special Area, China
Ennead Architects, the internationally renowned architecture firm, unveiled the masterplan for the Shanghai Lingang Special Area, a new hub for global commerce. Designed around the central axis that joins the Dishui Lake district in the core of Shanghai, the masterplan establishes an iconic identity for a free trade zone and business district that will attract some of the world’s most prominent companies as it facilitates global trade. In total, Ennead’s large-scale plan includes four commercial buildings, over 89,000 sqm of retail, over 7,500 sqm of civic space, and over 28,000 sqm of open space.
“Our vision for the Lingang Special Area in Shanghai is to implement an international standard of architecture that reflects China’s role in 21st-century global commerce,” said Peter Schubert FAIA, Design Partner at Ennead Architects. “The integrated design of the mixed-use site lends itself to a variety of elevated experiences for the local community and tourists alike in the center of this high-profile business district.”
As a free trade zone, the site occupies an important commercial, political, and civic role, with its design providing a functional area where multinational corporations can optimize business operations, while also creating open spaces for the surrounding communities to enjoy. Reflecting the desire for beautifully designed buildings alongside civic communal spaces, Ennead’s masterplan envisions a memorable integrated work of urban design, landscape, and architecture.
Key features of the Shanghai Lingang Special Area include:
“The Ring,” the dramatic centerpiece symbolizing prosperity and unity: The site radiates from this state-of-the-art circular, cantilevered observation deck and museum with exhibition spaces, supported by four mixed-use towers. The structure will afford 360-degree views of nearby Dishui Lake, Shanghai, and the Pacific Ocean, while providing space for premier cultural experiences. Combining long, curved spans and structural glazing, the ring is an engineering marvel designed in collaboration with structural engineer JAE and facade consultant RFR. At night, The Ring will be activated with light shows and events.
Two towers with world-class office spaces for global corporations: Flanking The Ring are two towers that will accommodate corporations from around the globe, solidifying the site’s position as a nexus for some of the world’s most influential companies. The Tower Waterfall and Tower Rhomboid are designed with memorable aesthetics: a gently curving gouge is carved into the sides of Tower Waterfall while Tower Rhomboid features angular sawtooth patterning that distorts the perception of glass versus solid from different vantage points.
A series of unified sub-districts with unique identities: Accommodating a variety of civic functions, degrees of density, and natural and built environments for people to work in and inhabit, the sub-districts include: the Quad of Free Trade, Eco and Art Centers, the Mixed-Use Commercial Zone and the Mixed-Use Residential Neighborhood. Commercial and retail spaces will be linked by a collection of elevated, linear parks with local flora; landscaped, pedestrian paths; and a gently curving avenue of interconnected, landscaped buildings called the Financial Crescent, a unique gathering space that unifies the entire district.
Sustainability and nature at the heart of Lingang Special Area: Landscaped pedestrian spaces and lush rooftop gardens bring office workers and residents closer to nature. Ennead designed the site to act as a sponge city, in which the abundant green spaces play a key role in absorbing excess rainwater, helping to mitigate any potential damage from storms and flooding, while also moderating temperatures and reducing erosion. Moreover, as it is situated on the circular Dishui Lake, Ennead took inspiration from natural motifs to inform the design of the site, looking to the forms of and ripples on the lake to create a built environment that reflects the natural world.
“The ambition was to create a 21st century free trade hub that elevates the profile of Shanghai as a global economic player,” said Grace Chen, Principal and Director of Asia Practice at Ennead Architects. “Ennead’s masterplan and designs for individual plots support this vision by establishing a compelling and inspired identity that speaks to the importance of this region.”
Ennead Architects established an office in Shanghai in 2014 and has been active in Asia for many years. The firm has completed more than 40 projects in China, with a total construction area of over 2.3 million square meters. Ennead’s work in China spans ground-up new construction of hi-tech and commercial office complexes, to adaptive re-use of existing historic and industrial buildings, to major cultural projects. Ennead has designed many leading innovation campuses including: Huawei Research and Development Campus; Taopu Smart City; Lingang Science and Technology City; Shanghai MixC Park; and Pujiang Science and Creation Corridor. The firm is also responsible for the highly acclaimed Shanghai Astronomy Museum which opened in 2021 and the much-anticipated Shenzhen International Performance Center.
About Ennead Architects
Renowned for its innovative cultural, educational, scientific, commercial, and civic building designs that authentically express the progressive missions of their institutions and enhance the vitality of the public realm, Ennead has been a leader in the design world for decades. The recipient of the prestigious Smithsonian Institution-Cooper Hewitt National Design Award, the AIANY Medal of Honor, and the National AIA Firm Award, as well as numerous design awards for individual buildings, Ennead has a body of work that is diverse in typology, scale and location. The firm’s collaborative process is based in extensive research involving the analysis of context, program, public image, emerging technologies, and a commitment to sustainable solutions.
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Happy 1k! I was kinda shy abt requesting for seth but then I saw your post and I was like👀 everything for my pretty meow meow
I'll request for a drabble- male reader with seth(ennead)+prompt 11 + (content) degradation
‧₊˚⊹ sub seth x male top! reader
prompt: "you’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught."
cw; drabble, dom reader, male reader, degradation, hard fuck
inspired by this video
words; 471
1k event
you had been fucking seth for hours and he didn't seem to understand every time you told him to shut up. he screamed like a whore, as if you had never fucked him before.
"fuck seth, "you'd better be quiet if you don't want to get caught."
as you penetrated his ass on all fours you leaned on his hair and shoulder to pull him closer to you so you could go in harder.
"(namenamename!), it's too... so- aaaagh- good."
"i know you're all slutty for my cock, but shut up, you're annoying."
seth whimpered, taking your own hand and directing it to his mouth to quiet his moans.
yes, that's better, you said, increasing the movements. you didn't even know how many times they had already cum. only that seth's penis was licking all over the sheets and his asshole was completely filled with your cum.
you loved watching seth's ass bounce on your cock. it was big and wide enough to take it. you loved stopping penetrating him to watch him all desperate to be the one self-penetrating. taking it all in.
your cock filled with your own cum and seth's fluids was pumping in and out of his asshole, staining the redhead's own back as well as your abdomen. your balls still full of semen kept banging against seth.
you felt the warmth of his entrance squeezing you so good. it was driving you crazy. you couldn't hold back and every now and then you were cumming inside him. but you were still so hard and eager to break and abuse seth even more.
and he didn't seem to mind, as you kept silencing his cries with your hand he would look at you from time to time with a face full of desire pushing you more on top of him.
such a slut
"y-you're so...so big.... i need you, more more, more." seth gasped, pulling your hand out of his mouth and rolling his eyes excitedly as he smiled sadistically.
you penetrated him again, hard, without pulling out, as you moved closer to his face, making him moan from how deep you were in him.
"you're so dirty seth, you're such a fucking pervert," you said, pulling his hair and watching as the redhead still smiled as strands of saliva ran down his mouth.
"i am, i am, i'm a dirty bitch, just yours," he whimpered, starting to move, looking for friction, he couldn't go a second without you getting him pregnant.
you smiled loving to see this part where seth didn't care how bad you treated him, he gladly took it all and enjoyed the dirty sex they had.
“so you can't live without me fucking you, seth?"
he nodded repeatedly. he was totally into sex, anything you told him he was going to take.
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Creature Description Generator Volume 10 - Mutations
Publisher: Ennead Games
Creature Description Generator - Volume 10 - Mutations
Mutants – The word can conjure fear and sometimes revulsion. They are the same as you, yet different. Some perceive them as a threat, as a hidden danger walking amongst all good and right-minded folk, whilst some see them as the next stage in evolution for many species.
They are pitied, they are feared, they treated as outcasts. Yet a few rises above the hatred, ignoring the braying mob and doing the right thing no matter what.
They can become heroes, villains or horrible creatures with abilities not seen anywhere else. They are here to stay and you could be sitting right next to one right now.
CDG – 10 Mutations is, unlike others in the Creature Description Generator series designed to take an already existing being and give them a twist or two, turning that mundane creature into something special.
Designers Note
Whilst this publication is designed to be useful in as many genres as possible, some of the mutations may require a bit of tweaking to fit in with your chosen genre, such as psionics replacing magic in a sci-fi or near modern setting and so on.
Featuring...
500 possible mutations - Some good, some bad others downright dangerous
Many of the mutations have sub-versions or variations
A system for categorizing how strong the mutations are
Some suggested side-effects to go along with them
Also in the CDG range:
Zombies
Vampires
Witch
Lich
Goblin
Golem
Dwarf
Dragon
Demons
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Creature Description Generator Volume 10 - Mutations published first on https://supergalaxyrom.tumblr.com
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This week, Balenciaga paid tribute to IKEA and Times Square was transformed
This week on Dezeen, Balenciaga launched its own version of IKEA's iconic blue tote bag, and Snøhetta completed its transformation of New York's Times Square.
Snøhetta has almost doubled the amount of space for pedestrians at New York's Times Square – the busiest location in the United States. It officially reopened on Wednesday.
Balenciaga sells £1,705 version of IKEA's blue tote bag worth 40p
The same day, luxury fashion brand Balenciaga sparked a huge debate with the launch of its Arena tote, which bears a striking resemblance to IKEA's iconic Frakta bag, but retails at £1,705 rather than 40p.
IKEA also made the headlines this week by revealing it will employee refugees at production centres in Jordan this summer as part of a long-term plan to create employment for 200,000 disadvantaged people around the world.
Drone footage captures Apple Park as it prepares to welcome employees
In the US, the soon-to-open Apple Park was revealed to be largely complete, amid rumours that the company is buying up all the trees available in California.
The tech giant also this week joined the list of companies approved to test driverless vehicles on California's roads.
Tate Harmer reveals plans for £8.5 million hotel at the Eden Project
In UK news, residents of the Rogers Stirk Harbour-designed Neo Bankside apartments started legal proceedings against the neighbouring Tate Modern, following an ongoing feud about its 360-degree viewing platform.
Another Tate also featured on Dezeen – architecture firm Tate Harmer revealed plans for an £8.5 million hotel at the Eden Project ecological park in Cornwall.
Ennead Lab proposes electric car charging tower as "the future of roadside architecture"
It was an interesting week for technology. The biggest news was that Facebook founder and CEO Mark Zuckerberg predicted the end of TV, which he says will be made obsolete by augmented reality.
Ennead Lab revealed a concept for an electric-car charging tower, expected to replace petrol stations, while Yves Behar's Juicero juicer was derided on social media after it transpired that a pair of hands could do the same job as the $400 machine.
Kengo Kuma unveils stacked wooden box design for Turkish art museum
In architecture news, Japanese architect Kengo Kuma revealed designs for an art museum in a former wood market in Turkey, and a conceptual farm tower designed to move across sub-Saharan Africa scooped top prize in the eVolo Skyscraper Competition.
Additionally, David Adjaye was named world's most influential architect by Time magazine.
Croatian mountain lodge by Tomislav Soldo designed to light up like a lantern through diagonal shutters
The most popular projects on Dezeen this week included a Croatian mountain lodge, a Sydney cottage extension facing a 116-year-old tree and a remodelled Toronto loft with a boxy white sleeping nook.
Related story
"Poetic and powerful" proposal by Scottish designer wins £1,000 Brexit passport design competition
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This week, Balenciaga paid tribute to IKEA and Times Square was transformed
This week on Dezeen, Balenciaga launched its own version of IKEA's iconic blue tote bag, and Snøhetta completed its transformation of New York's Times Square.
Snøhetta has almost doubled the amount of space for pedestrians at New York's Times Square – the busiest location in the United States. It officially reopened on Wednesday.
Balenciaga sells £1,705 version of IKEA's blue tote bag worth 40p
The same day, luxury fashion brand Balenciaga sparked a huge debate with the launch of its Arena tote, which bears a striking resemblance to IKEA's iconic Frakta bag, but retails at £1,705 rather than 40p.
IKEA also made the headlines this week by revealing it will employee refugees at production centres in Jordan this summer as part of a long-term plan to create employment for 200,000 disadvantaged people around the world.
Drone footage captures Apple Park as it prepares to welcome employees
In the US, the soon-to-open Apple Park was revealed to be largely complete, amid rumours that the company is buying up all the trees available in California.
The tech giant also this week joined the list of companies approved to test driverless vehicles on California's roads.
Tate Harmer reveals plans for £8.5 million hotel at the Eden Project
In UK news, residents of the Rogers Stirk Harbour-designed Neo Bankside apartments started legal proceedings against the neighbouring Tate Modern, following an ongoing feud about its 360-degree viewing platform.
Another Tate also featured on Dezeen – architecture firm Tate Harmer revealed plans for an £8.5 million hotel at the Eden Project ecological park in Cornwall.
Ennead Lab proposes electric car charging tower as "the future of roadside architecture"
It was an interesting week for technology. The biggest news was that Facebook founder and CEO Mark Zuckerberg predicted the end of TV, which he says will be made obsolete by augmented reality.
Ennead Lab revealed a concept for an electric-car charging tower, expected to replace petrol stations, while Yves Behar's Juicero juicer was derided on social media after it transpired that a pair of hands could do the same job as the $400 machine.
Kengo Kuma unveils stacked wooden box design for Turkish art museum
In architecture news, Japanese architect Kengo Kuma revealed designs for an art museum in a former wood market in Turkey, and a conceptual farm tower designed to move across sub-Saharan Africa scooped top prize in the eVolo Skyscraper Competition.
Additionally, David Adjaye was named world's most influential architect by Time magazine.
Croatian mountain lodge by Tomislav Soldo designed to light up like a lantern through diagonal shutters
The most popular projects on Dezeen this week included a Croatian mountain lodge, a Sydney cottage extension facing a 116-year-old tree and a remodelled Toronto loft with a boxy white sleeping nook.
Related story
"Poetic and powerful" proposal by Scottish designer wins £1,000 Brexit passport design competition
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Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: 엔네아드 ENNEAD (Webcomic)
Pairing: Horus/Seth
Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Mafia AU, First Meetings, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Leashes, Collars, Gags, Mirror Sex, Prostitution, Mildly Dubious Consent, Under-negotiated Kink, Top Seth, Bottom Horus, Hopeful Ending, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Shameless Smut, Puppy Play, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Dom/sub Undertones, Licking, Age Difference, sort of aftercare
Summary: Mafia boss Seth needs to de-stress, so Sekhmet finds him a new toy: an obedient young man named Horus.
Quiet Obedience (2,156 words, complete)
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Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: 엔네아드 ENNEAD (Webcomic)
Pairing: Horus/Seth
Tags: Post-Canon, Modern Era, Established Relationship, Fetish Clothing, Anal Sex, Butt Plugs, Object Insertion, Riding Crops, Top Horus, Power Bottom Seth kind of, Light Dom/sub, Shapeshifting, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Domestic Fluff, Anxiety, Feminization, Uncle/Nephew Incest, Happy Ending, Hand Jobs, Bad Flirting, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Blow Jobs, Hair-pulling, Sexual Roleplay
Summary: One time Seth tried shapeshifting after a long while, and another time Seth put on a bunny costume for Horus.
This bun's for you (3125 words, complete)
#ENNEAD fanfiction#Horuseth#Seth ENNEAD#Horus ENNEAD#ENNEAD by Mojito#ENNEAD manhwa#엔네아드#九柱神#エネアド#호루세트#ホルセト#m/m#boy's love
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Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Fandom: 엔네아드 ENNEAD (Webcomic)
Pairing: Horus/Seth
Tags: Post-Canon, Plot What Plot/PWP, Figging, Kinktober 2022, Under-negotiated Kink, Dubious Consent, Light Dom/sub, Angst with a Happy Ending, Kissing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Established Relationship (See Ao3 for more tags)
Summary: Horus tries to give Seth some sweets after a long work day, but Seth isn't interested. So Horus tries to distract him with something new.
"Treat or Trick"
#ENNEAD by Mojito#ENNEAD manhwa#Horuseth#Horus#Seth#ENNEAD fanfiction#post-canon#Horus/Seth#kinktober 2022
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Do you have a preference for manga/anime and dub/sub?
Good question.
While the anime and the dub will always hold a special place in my heart and will always be the ones I go back to when I want to binge watch, I adore the extra story and sense that the sub and manga make. They also flesh out characters a lot better than the dub and don’t have the editing issues of the dub, like the invisible guns.
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