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"The Stoppables"

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cuddling doesn't have to be romantic

cuddling can be platonic.

cuddle your friends

cuddle your friends

cuddle your friends

cuddle your friends

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𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎' 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

• 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 .ᐟ 𝟏𝟖+ .ᐟ

- college AU, a little stalker/hacker Mig :3, best friends to lovers, 18+, unprotected sex, manhandling, degradation, language, talks about porn, size kink

Not proof read I’m lazy rn….

Miguel had a tendency to snoop, it was just in his DNA. Especially when he realized the late night studying and friendly chats were making him see you in a different light.

He knew it could be bad and ruin your whole entire friendship with his selfish need to be more than friends but that never stopped him from catching onto things you liked.

How wasn’t he supposed to imagine ruining a pretty little thing like you? He towered over you and he knew it would be more than easy to toss you around and mold you in his hands.

He always went out of his way for you, you were his best friend after all so why wouldn’t he want to make sure you enjoyed being with him?

That smells good, next thing you know Miguel had himself a brand new cologne. He knew it was desperate to say the least, changing himself for you to see him in a different perspective.

That's why the day he came over one night and noticed your computer out on the kitchen counter he couldn’t help but take a peek. After all, you are his best friend.

He scrolled through your tabs, his expertise with computers coming in handy when the big input password button popped up on your screen while he tried to look through your history.

He watched the door to the restroom, his shoulders going stiff he heard you yell from inside “I’m gonna take a shower real quick I’ll be out in a few”

Everything was falling perfectly into place. Was this a sign that he should keep going? Gosh he knew it was wrong snooping through your history but it was served to him on a silver platter. How couldn’t he??

He replied with a yeah and went back to your computer. A smile curling on his lips as he managed to get past the password block.

A bunch of useless links, books, school, school. Ugh. He scrolled with a bored look until he saw something he didn’t expect.

Twitter? He perked up at the link name and clicked. His cheeks went red at the screen in front of him, plastered in the screen was full on porn. The video of a man twice the size of his lover, fucking her onto his bed like a mad man. It was rough, animalistic, and yet so intimate.

He scrolled through the links, another, and another. He watched hypnotized as he picked up the patterns, was it a coincidence?

You seemed to have a lot of videos with men who have obvious size differences, dark brown hair, honey tan skin, broad buff builds. All very similar to him.

The days after that night he was obsessed with seeing what other coincidences he could find. It wasn’t difficult to log into your account so why wouldn’t he just have another quick skim?

He could see your Twitter through his phone, his fingers scrolling through your saves. I love when men wear grey sweats, such sluts he read on one of your bookmarks.

The next day Miguel confidently walked into your apartment for movie night, your weekly rituals. Your mouth almost went dry when Miguel walked in with grey sweats and a tight black gym shirt on.

Your eyes darted off of him in seconds but the way your eyes widened didn’t go unnoticed by Miguel. He told himself he wanted feasible conformation, he needed undoubted proof that he wasn’t making this up.

And oh did he get proof.

He felt like this was a dream, he thought he was the one who would surprise you but oh he was wrong. You were a needy little thing and he was hypnotized. He watched you in admiration as your hands rested on his chest, riding him like a goddamn stallion.

Miguel really didn’t know how it got to this, he felt like he was in a different reality. He blinked up at you dumbly as he grounded himself back into reality, his hands touching and squeezing you just to make sure this was all real.

“Fe- feels so good” you gasped, his conformation that it was all real.

Miguel moaned in bliss as his hand slipped behind your lower back, giving him enough room to flip you onto your back. “All those videos saved on your Twitter, pft. You’ve got me now, I’ll fuck you in a head lock if you want it bunny. Jus’ like those filthy fucking videos you watch. Only difference is you won’t have to fake an orgasm” he seethed as he fucked his length deep into your tummy.

“Yes yesss yes” you hummed as he spread your legs wide, his behemoth body hovering over you felt like a shield protecting you from everything other than this moment. Neither of you had a thought other than each other, the stretch of you cunt making him dizzy and the way he broke you in had you drooling.

Your eyes were rolled back into your head as he manhandled you to your side, his hand reaching to lift your leg up to his side. The new position making you let out a pitiful whimper as he nudge at your gummy cervix.

It was so much. He was pounding you into the couch with such force that it was almost screeching across the wood floor. “I l- love it love it soo” you cooed.

“Lo sé mami, ya lo sé. Te gustan los hombres que son groseros contigo? Los hombres que te cojean sin respecto” he seethed. You nodded dumbly at his words, your cunt fluttering around him at the cruel tone he spoke in.

Miguel couldn’t believe he’s got his own little porn star now since you had all those damn videos saved, he’d make sure you deleted that damn app.

You wouldn’t need to get off on anything other than him.

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look what i just stumbled on

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Pangaea was wasted on the dinosaurs. Imagine the railway network.

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Librarian Miguel x Flower Shop Owner

tags: tooth rotting amounts of fluff and some suggestive bits. No one is spider man in this AU, mainly just character set up stuff :3 and no gender is specified for reader any1 can read it

hopefully this will be me getting back into writing since i took a break from it lol (this was done in 30-40 minutes at 2am so sorry if it isnt too high quality) ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

In the little rural town of Nueva, there was a library, it was owned and operated by the single hottest man in town, and probably the whole state, Miguel O’Hara. 

Miguel O’Hara was a simple man really, he ironed his clothes, did sudoku on the train and ate a bagel with light cream cheese, an assortment of raspberries, blackberries and blueberries every morning every day for breakfast. 

He took his coffee dark with the littlest splash of cream and one sugar cube. Two sugar cubes would be just reckless. Coffee could be substituted with Camellia flower tea when he was out of coffee, peppermint for when he had a migraine.

All the women in town would sing his praises to another. Little was known about him besides that after the death of his daughter he moved to Nueva and opened his library. In front of his library was a small community garden and a bench dedicated to his dear daughter by the double doors. 

No one brought it up, no one asked, and he liked it that way. He liked the simplicity of Nueva. The air was cleaner, the people there warmer and the ringing in his ears seemingly disappeared when he moved there. 

He liked to keep his library neat and tidy, he had plenty of rules set in place to follow…children's books in the front and adult books in the back. The spicer content was shelved by the cook books so no kids found them. You are to only use the various lamps in the library, never the big light. It totally ruined the cozy atmosphere he had set up. 

Jazz, Frank Sinatra, and Selena Quintanilla was the only music allowed to be played, he didn’t like any other types of music. Coffee was free as long as you returned your mug to the table his coffee maker was on once you were done. No talking louder than a whisper, and only pet the library cat if you had all your shots. That was mostly a joke, but Miguel didn’t want people who weren’t up to date on their immunizations touching his cat.

It was almost closing time, and there were only a few people left. The familiar cast of characters Miguel had come to know now wandering the maze of shelves. Ben Riley was using one of the community monitors. Sending emails back and forth to his girlfriend in Canada. Only god knew if she was real or not.

When Miguel asked why Ben just bought his own laptop or computer to converse with his girlfriend, Ben explained he didn’t want to go through the trouble of setting up a laptop when he could just walk to the library to use one for free.

Miguel couldn’t help but hold back the fattest eye roll known to man when he heard that.

Peter Parker was looking for cookbooks for the dinner he was gonna make to win his ex wife back. Stressing over the perfect dish to make as young Mayday Parker debated whether she wanted to check out GoodNight Moon or Skippyjon Jones for her bedtime story tonight.

Then there was Pavitr Prabhakar and Gayatri Singh. Debatably his most adorable regulars. Miguel would watch the two teenagers stumble through their awkward study dates, he couldn't help but feel the littlest bit proud of Pav when he finally worked up the courage and kissed her. 

But his favorite, hands down, was you. You owned the little flower shop across the street from his library next to the bakery. On the opening, you had brought him a bunch of sunflowers tied with a pearl white ribbon as a gift. He didn't have the heart to tell her that he was actually allergic to sunflowers and graciously took the generous gift with a stuffy nose and kind smile.

You would come waltzing in, batting your eyelashes like you were auditioning for a mascara commercial. At first he had no interest in romance, but you were just so…kind, caring, loving, compassionate. You were so slow and soft spoken, giving him the space he needed while he grieved and was there afterwards to hug him and dry his tears. 

At the beginning, you’d only stop by and help him in the library or check out a novel or two, but as you became a frequent visitor, you stopped coming just to help him…and started coming just to see him.

He remembered how one day, you had arrived at the library as usual. A perplexed look on your darling face with your hands behind your back. You had spent all of the night before carefully crafting a special bouquet of lilies and tulips. Making sure there wasn't anything in it he was allergic to.

After dancing around the subject, you had slowly confessed her feelings to him. 

The next hour was spent in the back room of the library. Feverishly groping another and kissing frantically, your glasses kept sliding against each other’s as you both ran to rip each other's clothes off another's bodies.

Miguel was still that simple man he was all those years ago when he moved to the sleepy town of Nueva. The idea of building a real relationship with someone scared him from how many times he'd been hurt in the past and the fresh wounds from the death of his child.

But now he has you. He has someone to come home to besides the empty walls of his little cottage home. He has a significant other to fill that void and to lift him up, someone to be his lock screen picture.

Someone to tell all the things he’s learned from the regulars at the library. He told you about Ben getting catfished, Peter winning MJ over with homemade ratatouille and a promise, about Pav and Gayatri’s kiss while the both of you snuggled up on the couch over a bottle of strawberry wine.

You'd both started the relationship a little rocky, not knowing whether this was right with the things Miguel was working through then. But it soon proved to be the best decision either of you could have made. 

He had your wedding picture next to Gabriela's school picture day portrait on his desk. 

His favorite parts of his day were when you’d walk from your shop to the library on your lunch break to eat together, and in the evenings when he'd read the book you were currently reading out loud to you in the evenings, before going to sleep together. 

He was still that simple man, but now he’d share his bagels with you. He’d offer to iron your clothes for you, and even when you didn’t understand, he showed you how to play sudoku on the long train rides. Even though you were just nodding along to hear him talk about something he enjoyed.

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Knowledge is empowering

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look between M and O and you’ll find me in the middle

My version of that keyboard post on Twitter

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📂 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬:

♠︎: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

♦︎: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

♣︎: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

  ↳📂 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚.𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞

    ↳📂 𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝.𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬...

Marrying a scientist superhero has its unique perks <3 these are in chronological order

MOODBOARD!!!

Headcannons ♠︎♦︎

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your relationship in a nutshell

For Biology ♠︎♦︎

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In an effort to make amends for neglecting Miguel, you dedicate a night to spend quality time together. However, Miguel has other ideas to make the evening unforgettable— using science.

Lunch Break ♠︎

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You catch Miguel doing something he shouldn’t while dropping off his lunch. Now you both have to face the consequences.

Stimulant ♠︎

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It has always been a routine for you to come into Miguel’s lab every once in a while, but this time you feel a strong sense of arousal out of nowhere.

In sickness and in health ♣︎♠︎

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You’re tired. He’s tired. There’s only so much stress you can withstand before you reach your tipping point. Luckily your husband is here to keep you grounded

Some more Biology ♦︎♠︎

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After you gave birth to your first daughter, Miguel spends the night admiring the changes that motherhood has done to your body.

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The Dark Side of the Moon - Chapter 12: The Dark Side of the Moon

Vampire Marc Spector X f!Reader

Beta Read by @xbellaxcarolinax - Masterlist - AO3

Chapter Summary

Things start to go south, and fast, and your only salvation is trapped down below in the mansion...

Tags/Warnings (for entire fic)

Major Tags/Warnings Major Character Death - Non-con - Dub-con - Violence Minor Tags/WarningsNSFW, smut, Khonshu is human turned vampire, Ammit is human turned vampire, sex with characters other than the main pairing (Marc X f!Unnamed Character - Khonshu X f!Reader), p in v creampie, furniture grinding, scent kink, blood kink, vampire/human relationship, blood drinking, rough sex, oral sex, coming untouched, coming in pants, panty sniffing, angst, fluff, smut, forbidden relationship, secret relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, Marc does NOT have DID Dead Dove Do Not Eat - This means that what you see in the tags is what you get in the fic. If you read the tags and see "non-con" and then see non-con in the fic, don't be surprised!

Word Count: 4.8k

Marc had been in the thirst room for almost a week, and ever since he’d left your life had become even more of a living hell than it already was.

Khonshu treated you differently. He was colder to you, emotionless when he fed, and he’d begun addressing you as ‘cattle girl’, instead of his usual pet names. You wondered if he meant to dispose of you once your child was born, and perhaps this was his way of detaching himself from you. The alternative was that he was punishing you, letting you know that his affections were reserved for those who obeyed him, those who respected him.

You didn’t mind the lack of attention you got from him, you didn’t want it anyway. You would spend the rest of your life, if you had to, trying to figure out a way to free Marc from the thirst room. Part of you wanted to sneak off and go to Ammit, but the dainty gold chains around your wrists and ankles wouldn’t allow you to. You didn’t trust her either, but if she could at least free Marc, you thought you might be able to find a way out of this entire mess together. 

You thought about killing Khonshu, on several occasions, but you were certain it would be impossible without the help of another vampire. You had hunter blood, you knew that now, but you didn’t know the first thing about the practice of hunting, and therefore the only use you had was to breed more hunters, or to serve a vampire lord as their cattle.

You’d never felt more useless than you did in that week following Marc’s imprisonment.

Your bedroom door opened, tearing you from your thoughts in surprise. You were even further surprised when Harrow stepped inside, looking down his nose at you. He closed the door, and you immediately felt a wave of unease spread over your body. Breathing became challenging, you felt terror wash over you…something wasn’t right.

“You’re pathetic, aren’t you?” He smirked, shaking his head at you. “To think that Ammit and Khonshu have been having a little quarrel over you…it’s downright maddening.” He paced, eyes lingering onthe floor and then back up at you. “I have served Khonshu for a long time, longer than you, Marc,” he sighed, “longer than most of the scum in this mansion.”

“What do you want?”

“I want Marc to finally get what’s coming to him,” he spat. “I want you to die, and I want Marc to suffer and I want Ammit to kill Khonshu for everything he’s done to me, the torture he put me through over the centuries.”

Your jaw dropped slightly, trying to absorb his words. It made sense that he hated Khonshu, that fact didn’t come as a shock to you at all. What was shocking was the fact that he felt so bold as to say it. If Khonshu heard him speaking like that he’d have him thrown into the thirst room across the hall from Marc.

“We all don’t like Khonshu, Harrow, if you work with me we can take him down together,” you said, trying your best to sound convincing. 

You didn’t give a shit if Harrow wanted to work with you or not, you just wanted to get out of there in one piece, and with Marc in tow.

“You’re not very bright, though you’ve only been alive for a couple of decades, I wouldn’t expect you to be very wise,” he taunted. “It’s too bad that your unborn child won’t get to see the world Ammit creates. It’s going to be beautiful, and they would’ve been a great asset to her.” He shrugged, stepping toward the door. “They say inhaling the smoke from a fire can make you faint before the flames touch your skin. I only hope for your sake that this is true so you won’t feel the pain of burning alive.”

Before you could make it to the door and stop him, Harrow left your room, slamming the door and locking it from the outside. You screamed as loud as you could, shouting for anyone to hear you, but the chaos that started beyond your door was drowning out every sound you made. You banged on the wood, rattling the handle with all your might, but it was no use.

You ran to the window, looking outside and peering down below. If you tried to jump you’d be dead without a doubt. You turned your attention back to the door, the orange glow of flames flickering underneath the gap. If you stayed there you’d be dead too. Dying wouldn’t be the worst fate you could suffer in your position. You imagined the peace you’d feel if you weren’t forced to play Khonshu’s games anymore and for a moment you felt serenity at the thought. 

Then you thought about your unborn child, and you touched your hand to your stomach. You weren’t feeling that sense of motherhood yet, the undying affection you’re supposed to have for your growing fetus. Instead, you were concerned with what that child could do for the future of mankind. If there truly was a world filled with the supernatural, and you were the last hunter remaining, then you needed to survive, for the sake of humanity.

Without any options left at your disposal, you slammed your shoulder against the door, a terrible plan, leaving you aching and immediately regretting such a poor choice. You screamed some more, banging on the door with the heel of your palm and praying that someone would hear your plea. By some damn miracle, someone did hear your cries. 

Sophia.

Your head maidservant opened the door, eyes filled with terror as she nearly swung it off its hinges.

“Miss!” She shouted, grabbing you by the wrist, “how did you get locked in there I–”

You pulled your hand back, “where are the thirst rooms?”

“They’re downstairs in the cellar but…I have to insist that you–”

You grabbed her shoulders, “just get out of here, and don’t look back.”

“I can’t…” she trailed off, holding her wrists up to refer to her enchanted chains, but they weren’t there.

You looked at your own wrists, realizing that yours were gone as well. There was no way to be certain, but you wondered if that meant Khonshu was too preoccupied to spend his energy on things like restraints. If that were the case, then there was a chance you could save Marc or a chance that he was already free.

“Go!” You shouted to her, pushing her out into the hall and watching her run toward the exit.

You went in the opposite direction, dodging servants and cattle as they ran in a panic toward you. A couple of them tried to stop you, but you shoved them off and continued your dangerous search for Marc. The flames were traveling slowly, giving you some extra time. Deep down you knew, if the choice was between finding Marc and living, you’d be forced to choose the latter.

Far down in the bowels of the cellar, you heard the most horrific screams. They didn’t sound quite human, instead, they were reminiscent of a screeching creature in bone-crushing  agony. You slowed your pace, not wanting to accidentally come face to face with said creature, but you didn’t have the luxury of time on your side either.

The cellar had rows and rows of doors. Some were open, others still closed, and some weren’t even on the hinges anymore. The thirst rooms that you’d heard so much about, a dungeon meant for torture and suffering. 

You located the source of the sounds you heard. Malnourished and weak vampires were crawling on the floors, attempting to rise and get out of their rooms. The stronger ones, the ones that had been trapped for a shorter time frame, still had it in them to rise to their feet and start stalking toward you in the stairway. You hadn’t thought this through. There were at least five feral and starving vampires coming your direction, and your body was designed to smell more delicious than the average human to them. 

You were dead.

You heard your name being called from behind the feral vampires, and you could see for a split second, Marc’s face among them. 

“Run!” He shouted, and you knew there was no choice other than to get out as fast as you could.

You took off sprinting, trying the handles of various doors in the hall when you got up on the floor above the cellar, all locked. You looked behind yourself, seeing a group of vampires running toward you, Marc mixed somewhere among them. You finally found a door that gave in, quickly getting inside and slamming the door behind you.

There was shouting on the other side for only a moment before it was frighteningly silent. Either Marc had won and they were all dead, or he’d lost and whatever was left had run off.

“I need you to let me in,” he said, and you sighed in relief.

But before you opened the door, you thought about how Marc had been in the thirst room for at least a week.

“Is it safe?” You asked, slowly putting your hand on the handle.

“I’d sooner walk into the fire before I’d let myself hurt you,” he said firmly, and you wasted no more time letting him inside.

Marc shut the door behind himself and pulled you into a tight embrace. He held you close, deep breaths forcing his chest to heave against yours. He kissed your cheek up to your lips and then stopped. You could hear his breathing change, the hint of a growl rolling up from the base of his lungs while pulling you even tighter against himself.

“I’m starving,” he rasped.

“Then eat.”

“I can’t.”

“You can.”

“You’ll die.”

“Only if you drink too much, you need your strength, we need to kill–”

You gasped, feeling the sharp pang of Marc’s fangs sinking into your neck. He’d never tasted you before, and you wondered if you were as delectable as he’d imagined. The fire didn’t matter anymore, if you needed to escape quickly, Marc could carry you out the window, but for now, you were at peace with each other.

“Marc,” you breathed softly, carding your fingers through his unruly locks. “I’m so glad you’re safe.”

His body shuddered against yours, his grip on you getting tighter as he drank. You knew this was dangerous, that there was a chance he wouldn’t be able to control himself, and that he’d drink from you until every last drop of blood was gone. You trusted him though, you knew you had to.

“I’m pregnant,” you whispered into his ear, and suddenly the suction he had on your neck stopped.

He looked at you, lips glossy and covered in crimson. His gaze dropped to your mouth and then back into your eyes. Marc didn’t say a word before he had you on the floor, the fabric of your dress thrown up in all directions while he fumbled with his belt. In seconds his cock was freed, the fat tip pushing past your entrance and plunging hungrily inside of you.

You arched your back, hips rising to meet his and take him deeper. You could still see the faint glow of the fire under the door, no doubt making its way from the next level up where your room sat to the floor you were on now. It was hard to care in the heat of the moment, mind numb from the blood loss and the feeling of pure pleasure as it tore through your body.

“The…the fire it–”

“Sh,” Marc said, holding you close and fucking you deeper, “I need you, I need you.”

He brought his lips to the bite he made once again, sucking more blood from your body, forcing a wince and a hiss from you. You didn’t mind though, the feeling of having Marc’s cock buried deep in your tight cunt while he drank your blood felt better than you could put into words. There was nothing quite as exhilarating as being used in every sense of the word by the man you…

By the man you loved.

He stopped drinking again to kiss you, lips slick with plasma as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into him, hands reaching up to the back of his head and keeping him in place. You weren’t sure you could handle much more blood loss, so you’d have to keep him preoccupied with your mouth.

“I love you,” you whispered in between breathless kisses.

At first, you were worried he wouldn’t say it back. As self-loathing  as Marc was, you wouldn’t be surprised if he thought he wasn’t worthy of your affection, and that he wasn’t good enough to say it in return. 

“I love you too,” he muttered against your mouth. “I fucking love you.”

He moved faster, cock slamming into you at an alarming pace, your screams likely indiscernible from those trying to escape the feral vampires and ever-growing flames. You felt your eyes rolling back in your head, your fingers aching from how hard they grabbed onto Marc’s shoulders, and your legs quivering around his torso. He felt better now than before, maybe it was the desperation in his movements or the way he held onto you like losing you would be the worst thing that ever happened to him, but you couldn’t hold on any longer.

In a flash of white, your mind went blank, body spasming around his as your cunt clenched tightly around his thick cock. You heard him muttering something about how hard you were squeezing him, begging you to keep milking his dick, among other bits of nonsense you couldn’t quite find the will to focus on. His body gave in too, hips slowing to a series of deliberate thrusts that gave way to the thick ropes of cum gushing inside your greedy hole.

You could’ve laid there forever, letting Marc pepper your cheeks in bloodstained kisses and whisper sweet nothings into the night. The flames had finally made their way to your door though, and you’d run out of time.

“We…” you sucked in a breath, “we have to go.”

Marc looked at the door and then back at you. He nodded, standing up and pulling his pants back into place. He picked you up and made his way out the window.

“Hang on tight,” he instructed before climbing down to the ground below, putting you down safely on your feet.

There was an all-out battle happening in the field outside of Khonshu’s mansion, and you found yourselves in awe.

“We have to go. I’ll take you far from here, we can run away–”

“No,” you said almost too quietly, “no Marc we can’t just run.”

He looked at you incredulously.

“Look, I don’t know what you have going on in your head right now, maybe it’s the blood loss, but we can’t stay here, this is our chance.”

Marc hadn’t been there for Khonshu’s explanation of your species and what you really were. You told him quickly, knowing there was little time before you would have to join the fight happening just ahead of you in the fields. He looked at you, dark eyes turned up in an expression that reeked of sadness and an agony you could only describe as someone experiencing insurmountable dread.

“You can’t be turned…” He said, looking at you solemnly. “No matter what we…we could never…”

“We can find a way, I promise, but for now…” you touched his cheek and looked out to the field, “we have to finish this. If we don’t kill Khonshu, he’s just going to find me again.”

He nodded, recollecting himself and shaking the sorrow from his mind. He called the armor, and you wondered if Khonshu was the one controlling that enchantment, or if there was another source of vampire magic you weren’t made privy to. There were still so many things you didn’t understand, but now wasn’t the time to question it.

You and Marc made your way to the battlefield. The normally vacant fields were now host to vampires and humans alike, all fighting for survival. You recognized some of Ammit’s soldiers from your time visiting in the mountains. It was a bloodbath, and you were starting to think Marc’s idea of running away was starting to sound better by the second, but you knew you had to be brave. Fleeing wasn’t an option.

You and Marc found Khonshu, and without a word you hopped on Marc’s back, letting him bring you both to the thick of the fight and leaving the mansion, now almost completely engulfed in flames, at your back. Marc stood, ready to fight as you let yourself down from him. Khonshu looked over at you both, Ammit and Harrow were standing some feet away from him.

“Marc, my dove, look at you two,” he said in that sinister tone you recognized all too well. He was still furious. “Marc, my right hand, I always knew you were more trustworthy than that snake,” he pointed at Harrow, “though not completely trustworthy, are you?” He pointed at you now. “Did she tell you that she’s got your baby in her belly?”

Ammit and Harrow looked at each other, a gesture that told you they hadn’t known about your pregnancy until just now. That information could be dangerous in the wrong hands, and despite Ammit’s kind words to you back in her home, you knew she and Harrow were most certainly the ‘wrong hands’ in question.

“If you two help me, help your master, I’ll see to it that you both live. Marc, I won’t throw you back into that room, I won’t, and I’ll even let you see your baby.” Marc’s face was made of stone, face curled downward into a frown. “I have taken good care of you both! Given you a roof over your head! I’ve given you food and shelter!”

“Enough, Khonshu!” Ammit’s voice boomed over his. “If you were so just in your treatment then you wouldn’t be in this position. You brought all of this down upon yourself. Your mansion burns because you were prideful. You had the opportunity to join me and you refused.” She took a step forward. “I am tired of this war between us, so let’s end this.”

“Get back,” Marc snapped at you, and you obeyed without question, moving away and watching the fight unfold. 

For once you watched Harrow and Marc work together, both of their weapons moving dexterously by their wielder. You’d always wondered what Marc looked like fighting, and now you could see it, and it was marvelous. He fought with a combination of his brutish strength, and his nimble grace. You watched his crescent darts fly through the air, hitting Khonshu in the chest, though the damage was minimal, and he was able to recover quickly.

You finally got a glimpse of the strength your blood afforded both Marc and Khonshu. The two of them were much faster and stronger than both Ammit and Harrow.

“Harrow!” Marc shouted, holding out his hand.

As if they could read each other’s minds, Arthur threw his khopesh to Marc. The darts weren’t able to do the job, but Marc being at his level of strength while wielding Harrow’s sword, managed to get the upper hand on Khonshu. For the first time since your time there, you saw fear cross Khonshu’s face. His eyes went wide, hands rising to shield his face.

Without waiting for another moment to pass by, Marc made one swift and clean slice, ridding the ancient vampire of his head. You watched it fall to the ground, rolling to Marc’s feet. Ammit laughed, striding over to the decapitated head and lifting it by the dark locks.

“Just for good measure,” she said coldly, tossing it into the burning flames that had now completely covered the mansion.

Marc was breathing heavily, shoulders rising and falling with each breath. Ammit looked at you, catching you off guard. While this situation had everything to do with you, you weren’t exactly part of it. You were in no position to fight, not being very strong, nor being very well trained or equipped to do so. You stepped back, and Marc put himself between you and Ammit before you could utter a word.

“Calm down, Marc,” she said in that motherly tone she possessed. “I’m not going to hurt her. Quite the contrary, I’d like to keep her for myself.”

“You can’t have her,” he said, following her movements and keeping the khopesh firmly positioned in her direction.

She raised her hands to show willingness to cooperate, “I’m not the enemy here,” she tried to assure him, “your enemy is dead. Work with me, and the two of you can be happy together. I can even make her immortal, just like you.”

You shook your head, “that’s not possible.”

She scoffed, “perhaps not for Khonshu, but for me…I promise you, little girl, anything is possible.”

Marc looked at you, eyes tracing your frame like he was actually contemplating her words. You shook your head again. If he gave in now, and the two of you went with her, there was no doubt she’d enslave you both the way Khonshu had. There was no sanctuary amongst the ancients, and you were learning quickly that none of them could be trusted.

“Ammit, we must kill him, you have me, you don’t need him.” He looked at you, face turned into a grimace. “And she’s just going to give us more problems than she’s worth. We should kill them both–”

“Silence!” Her voice boomed, and you realized that the fighting had died down around you.

There were bodies scattered over the fields, and save for the distant clanking of weapons, the echoing cries of those who still lived, and the crackling fire at your back, it was quiet. You gulped wondering what Marc’s next move would be.

“You can come with me peacefully, or I can make you, Marc Spector.” Her tone became dark. “The choice is y–”

You gasped, hands flying up to cover your mouth as you watched Marc move lightning fast to behead Ammit as quickly as he’d beheaded his own master. Harrow’s face contorted into a pained scream as he watched the woman he’d served so dutifully collapse before his eyes. You felt faint, not used to seeing such acts of violence up close, or perhaps it was just the blood loss finally catching up with you.

Harrow stepped toward Marc, to which Marc pointed the khopesh in his direction.

“You sure you wanna do that?” He asked coldly. “I just killed your master and mine. I’ll kill you too, Arthur.”

Marc put himself between you and Harrow, you guessed in case he got the idea to come after you next. When Harrow backed down, Marc nodded, the two knights at odds finally accepting that the war was over, and there were no winners, only those who had suffered for the war of their masters. Marc made his way over to you, pulling you into an embrace where you felt  his entire body sigh in relief.

“It’s over,” he said, kissing your cheek and pulling you back closely again.

Over his shoulder, you saw Harrow moving faster than you could warn Marc to stop it. He held a crescent dart,standing over Ammit’s body, dark crimson liquid dripping from the blade. Ancient vampire blood. Poison. Death.

The weapon flew toward Marc’s back, and you had just enough time to shout his name before he could turn, the blade brushing along his side, just barely grazing him. He reacted quickly, able to move faster than Harrow with your blood still coursing through his veins. He fought swiftly, dodging the attacks of the other knight with relative ease, but you could tell something was off about his movements.

By the time he’d beaten Harrow down, forced the man to the ground, and beheaded  the third vampire in a ten-minute window, Marc was moving slowly; even more slowly than he had been  before drinking your blood. His chest was heaving when he turned around, dropping the khopesh on the ground to signify the end of his fight. He looked at you, and without a word, he collapsed.

“Marc!” You screamed, running as fast as you could to his side, dropping to your knees, and looking into his eyes. “Marc, what’s happening?”

Marc gulped, face slick with sweat while he breathed a labored breath. You noticed the steaming on his skin, not unlike the vampire Ammit had made an example of in her home not so long ago. You looked down at Marc’s side, and there was the wound committed by the crescent dart, the skin there was purple, appearing to decay before your very eyes.

“How do I stop it!” You shouted, trying quickly to recall anything you’d learned during your time as a cattle girl that might save him.

“Honey,” Marc croaked, reaching a hand out to you, but you weren’t listening.You brushed him off applying pressure to the wound with some of your skirts as though that might stop it from killing him.

“Blood, m-my blood is special, here,” you said in a weak voice, bringing your trembling wrist to his lips. “Drink it, please.”

Marc looked at your face, grabbing your wrist in his hand while he kept his eyes on you. He kissed your skin, then brought his lips to your palm as well. It was almost poetic, the way the sun started to rise over the horizon in the distance, and the way a soft breeze swept through enough to make your dress flutter lightly. Marc reached up and touched his fingertips to your cheek. 

“It’s fine,” he said, visibly struggling with every breath.

You shook your head, “no, no it’s not. My life was nothing before all of this, it was nothing before you. I…I can’t–”

Marc managed to find the strength to sit, pulling you by the back of your head toward him and slotting his lips over yours. You tasted blood, sweat, and tears every time his mouth melted into yours.

“You’ll be okay,” he whispered, a deep wheeze following his words followed by a coughing fit that left him back on the ground, looking up at you. “You’ll…” he pressed a hand to your stomach. “You’ll be okay.”

It took you an hour to finally walk away from him, away from the mansion, away from the battlefield. You took two of his crescent darts with you, unsure how the weapons were still possible without Khonshu’s enchantment, but you were too exhausted to question that mystery any further. 

Nausea hit you nearly halfway down the dirt road that  led toward civilization. You were stuck between trying to control your sobs and trying to stop yourself from vomiting what little food and water you’d consumed over the last several hours. By the time you made it anywhere, you felt like you might die too, and you decided that now with Khonshu and Ammit gone, maybe that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, even with the baby in your womb.

You would live though, and several years would go by that felt like moments in the grand scheme of it all. Every time you looked at your son you would see his father looking back at you, and despite the pain it brought, you loved him with everything you could, because you knew that’s what Marc would’ve done. Someday, you vowed, you’d tell him all about Marc, and Khonshu, and everything you’d gone through together.

Until then, you’d shelter him from all of it, for as long as you possibly could.

~~~~

“Khonshu is dead.”

Jake nodded, lips curling into a smirk before he sipped his glass of bourbon.

“And Ammit?”

“She’s dead too,” Jake’s messenger answered.

“Good. And Marc’s lover? The pregnant one?”

“We don’t know.”

Jake hummed, slamming his glass on the table.

“You understand what could happen if the wrong person finds her, don’t you? If those mutts in the mountains get to her before we do? I know they’re looking,” Jake growled, standing up and throwing his chair back until it hit the wall.

“Yes sir, but I–”

“Pull my car around.” Jake muttered, grabbing his coat and flat cap. “I’ll find her myself.”

Moon Knight Masterlist

Main Masterlist

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Got the moves like Steven...

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it’s gotten to the point where my grandma is sending me facebook links 😔

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The Rat Bastard

If it pleases the court, I'd like to present my latest horny thot... Rat Bastard!Miguel (🔞 just...self indulgent horniness)

This man is absolutely feral for you.

Rat Bastard!Miguel loves nothing more than stripping you naked, most likely tearing your clothing in the process.

He'd keep you spread and stuffed full of his cock all the time if he had his way, but unfortunately reality gets in the way.

Rat Bastard!Miguel is as brutal in his business dealings as he is when he's fucking you into the mattress. It's not uncommon for him to come home with blood splatters on his shoes and dress shirt.

But no matter how mercilessly he pounds you into the sheets, he never leaves bruises on your delicate skin.

"You bruise like a peach, hermosa." He murmurs against your skin as he sucks and nips a path down your neck, shushing away your protests as he rips yet another pair of your incredibly expensive panties.

Rat Bastard!Miguel is also the biggest hypocrite. Will he cover you in bruises? No. But will he cover you in hickies? Absolutely. Slap your ass red? Hell yes.

After sufficiently littering your inner thighs with hickies, and only after he's left your clit horribly puffy and overstimulated, Rat Bastard!Miguel will flip you over and pull you to you knees by your bound hands.

"Tell me how much you want it, baby girl." He rasps in your ear, nudging your tender clit with the tip of his cock. He smirks when you twitch and cry out, shaking his head and chuckling darkly.

"That's not an answer, hermosa." He bites down on the nape of your neck and hums when your body jerks in response. His cock brushes back and forth between your plush thighs, the coarse hair at the base of his shaft teasing your throbbing bundle of nerves.

Rat Bastard!Miguel loves teasing you until you're nothing more than a mewling, writhing bundle of begging and pleading.

"Please." You breathe out, barely more than a whisper, but he hears you, and he's more than happy to oblige.

Rat Bastard!Miguel slides the head of his cock into your aching pussy, and grunts as your walls pulse and flutter, squeezing him like a vice.

"Fuck, baby, you're so fucking tight." He groans, tightening his grip on your hips. You whimper quietly, and Miguel presses a mollifying kiss to your temple before leaning back and setting a brutal pace, thrusting in and out of you.

"Gonna fuck you good, hermosa." He growls, gripping your bound wrists in one hand, using the other to pull your hips back into his thrusts.

"Til you can't use those pretty legs." He growls. The erotic sound of his hips slapping against your ass fills the room, accompanied by your lewd moans as he takes you mercilessly, unforgiving and unrelenting in his pursuit of your pleasure.

Rat Bastard!Miguel loves having you come undone under him as he whispers just the filthiest things you've ever heard, promising over and over to fuck you into the mattress.

And Rat Bastard!Miguel is a man of his word. He doesn't cum until you're a drooling, moaning mess underneath him. By the time he rolls you over, planting gentle kisses across your forehead, nose, and cheeks, you're pretty sure neither your brain nor your legs work.

Lucky for you, Rat Bastard!Miguel is a master at after care. 😜

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Thinking about Actress!Reader who finally got to change into a pair of shorts and a crop top after being in a corset and long dresses all day after shooting was done for the day.

Actress!Reader who gets invited to go get Gelato with Peter to help cool off after being stuck in such stuffy clothes for the past six hours.

Bodyguard!Miguel who had to suppress a scowl when you told him that you were basically going on a date with your fellow actor. But that didn’t deter him from volunteering to watch over you both when you went to walk through the streets of Rome. He’d rather be the one watching over you than Peter’s bodyguard.

Actress!Reader and Actor!Peter who didn't notice when a group of passersby recognized them, snapping a few pictures of you both without your knowledge. You weren’t completely used to the whole “having photos taken of you without your permission or contact” but that was unfortunately a price to pay when you’re new and on the rise.

Actress!Reader who finally went home to relax, getting a good night's rest now that the jet lag has finally stopped.

Actress!Reader who wakes up the next morning with 24 missed calls, 35 new messages and her name trending on twitter.

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Jake (Manager): (Y/N).

Jake(Manger): (Y/N), call me when you wake up.

Peter 🐝.: Did you look at Twitter yet?

Peter🐝.: Or like any social media yet?

Bestie💝: Girl…

Bestie💝: You’ve got some explaining to do.

“What’s… happening?” You mumbled as you scrolled through your new messages as you waddled into the kitchen of your hotel suite, where Miguel was already drinking his cup of coffee. Glancing up at him for a moment as he greeted you.

“Morning.” He mumbled as he placed his mug down. “Your manager told me to have you call him when you're up.”

“Do you know why?” You asked him as you scrolled to Jake’s contact info, receiving a grunt in response, a no.

“(Y/N) (L/N), would you like to explain what went on yesterday after you finished up on set?” You felt like you were five years old and being scolded by your mom all over again, except you genuinely didn’t know what you did.

“Um, I went to go get a snack with Peter. Why-“

“A snack.” He repeated, his tone questioning despite it being deadpan.

“Yes, a snack.” You huffed, your confusion turning into irritation as your brows furrowed together. “Why? can't I have a snack after work with my coworker?”

“You can have a snack after work, but from what I’m looking at here it doesn’t seem like it’s with a coworker.” His words make you pause.

“What?” All attitude now gone, confusion settles back in. “What are you talking about?”

“You haven’t seen the pictures yet?”

“What pictures?”

“Oh dear God…” Jake mumbled under his breath, before letting out a sigh. “Go on twitter, and check the trending tab.”

You put him on speaker and did what you were told, waiting for the little bird app to load, before clicking on the explore tab. Eyes widening as you read out the headline at top.

“Peter B. Parker and (Y/N), coworkers on a new upcoming movie, spotted out on date?!?”

Miguel almost started to choke on his coffee after he heard you recite the words, having to hit his chest to clear his windpipes as you frantically started to scroll through the tag.

“No, no it wasn’t a date though Jake, it wasn’t-“ Your words died on your tongue as your finger stopped scrolling once you hit a particular picture.

A picture of Peter making you try his flavor, by spoon feeding you.

Fuck how can I be so dumb? How could I forget that happened? It was only 2 seconds Max. And now it’s trending.

“I need you down at set an hour early. We have some things to discuss with Peter and his team.” Jake sighed before you heard the dial tone of him hanging up the call.

Shit.

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Part 4<

Not proofread.

Word count: 600

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Queen Elvira posing in a way that makes her short king look a little taller is one of the cutest things ever 😊

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Missed My Pillow

Miguel's spoiled. He can't sleep if you're not right there...

“Y/N?” Miguel stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Oh, hey, Migs.” Turning, you looked over your shoulder to give him a tired smile. Miguel yawned and made his way to stand behind you. You turned your attention back to the stove. “I thought you were asleep.” He responded by wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his nose in your hair.

“I was.” You grinned at the muffled vibration against your neck.

“Then why aren’t you still asleep?” You whispered, leaning back into him, gently whisking the milk you were heating. Miguel pulled his nose away from your neck and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“I couldn’t find my pillow.” He yawned, tightening his grip on your waist.

“Miggy, I have to get the cocoa powder.” Miguel turned his face back into your neck and grumbled.

“I was just getting comfortable.” He protested. With a chuckle you turned your face a little to look at him. He pulled back and yawned again.

“Oh, that’s charming.” Miguel narrowed his eyes at you. A warmth bloomed across your chest. He was so adorable with his hair wild and his eyes still bleary with sleep. All you wanted to do was run your hands through his hair and fold yourself into him like a koala.

“If I let you get it, will you come back to bed.” He grumbled, not willing to release you. At your nod, Miguel moved to release you. He looked a little surprised when you grabbed his wrists and wound his arms back around your waist. Turning back to look at him again, you gave him a warm smile.

“Walk me to the cabinet, Spider-Man?”

“Can’t make it by yourself, gorgeous?” Miguel smirked.

“What can I say, this is a pretty rough town.” You gave him a playful grin. You felt Miguel's chest rumble, but he acquiesced and walked you to the cabinet and back. Uncapping the cocoa, you poured some into the milk and gently began stirring again.

“Couldn’t sleep, Y/N?” Miguel whispered, resting his chin back on your shoulder. With a sigh, you melted back into his frame. Miguel reached around you and turned off the stove before guiding you towards the bedroom. He noticed how you stiffened as you reached the bedroom door, and instead opted for the couch. Sitting down first, he pulled you back into his chest.

“What’s wrong, muñeca?” He whispered, you rested your head on his shoulder and reached for his hand. Several moments passed like this. Miguel holding you while you played with his fingers.

“I love you, Miggy.” The words came out thick. Looking down at his hand, you traced each finger and wove yours in-between his own. “You’re one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.” You could feel Miguel's breath stall. His fingers tightened around yours.

“I should be the one saying that, muñeca.” He rasped. You held up your joined hands towards the light.

“Maybe it’s true for both of us.”

“Y/N?” He rested his chin on the top of your head.

“Yeah, Migs?” Lowering your hands, you shifted so you could look up at him.

“Let’s go to the beach tomorrow.” He smiled down at you, and you returned it with a slowly spreading one of your own.

“I’d like that.” Miguel moved to lay further back, when you remembered something. “Oh!” You shot up, startling him. Miguel gave you a confused look. “I forgot my milk!” When you moved to get up, Miguel shook his head and pulled you roughly back into his form.

“Sleep.” He shifted and tucked you into his side. You blinked up at him and opened your mouth.

“But,” You tried.

“Sleep.” Your brows raised at his commanding tone.

“Yes, sir.” You mumbled. Satisfied that you weren’t going anywhere, Miguel wrapped an arm around your middle and curled himself around you. Stifling a yawn, you gave in to the sleep edging around your mind.