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nicktremblaywayfu · 2 years

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Loving the Gods : A Headcanon list

(I really love the Gods but sadly there are few headcanon lists about them so i wanted to make my own)

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This consist Khonshu, Ammit, and ofc, Taweret. And Readers are able to see them without needing to be an avatar

Reader is Gender Neutral

SFW

Khonshu

We all know that he's a manipulative ass yet somehow attractive enough. The start of your love journey with him won't be smooth

You need to set boundaries with him, especially if you choose to be his avatar.

It's not that he wanted to hurt you. Being misfit of the ennead who is never respected making him like this. Deep inside he has insecurity and anxiety that you'd leave him like others do

Ofc, it's not an excuse. But you can convince him how to treat you better. You can always convince him to change his perspective towards you

You slowly realize that Khonshu is actually a good lover without all those red flags (duh)

He doesn't have a mouth. So a kiss would be him nudging his beak softly. To your cheek, lips, stomach, anywhere you wish

In this alternate story, you helped Marc to be free. So you maintained a close relationship with him as his gratitude

Marc despise Khonshu but he remembers what Khonshu likes and dislikes. He'll help you with it

Your first date would be set right on the full moon date of this month. You may think it's just a casual dinner-picnic, but nah. It's actually a fancy dinner with a really good Cairo view and full moon above you. Jake is still Khonshu's bestie and he's a master of date arrangement between of the trio. Thanks Jake !

Your relationship would consist so many arguments on the start but that's completely normal. Slowly, you both come to an understanding and arguments have become less necessary

Khonshu realized that he often hurted his little worm (it's his pet name. It's not romantic but at least he tried) so he'd become more careful with his words and actions.

He'd still insult you if he's pissed but you're getting used to it. Infact, you know it would be something serious if he calls you with your full name instead of insults.

Pretty much protective and easily jealous. But never make a serious deal out of it.

He genuinely cares about you. Ammit can broke all his bones but once he sensed you're in danger, he'll get up without any scars and teleported to save you

If you choose to be his avatar, he'd give you a choice what suit design you want it to be, with a mix of his taste ofc

However, there's one thing that you can't change; His tantrum. You can handle it in private place but public? People would be scared seing stuffs flying around or a giant bird god on his wrath

To calm him down, you can give him what he wanted instant, or take his hand and bring him to somewhere quiet. Rub his beak. He loves it, but he hates to admit it

His tantrum actually exhaust him for some reason. Gods don't need rest but Khonshu's case is different this time

He can shapeshift from a kaiju size to a pocket size. So he can sleep anywhere. Beds, floor, couch, wherever that is. He likes being bigger so you'd ended up sleeping on him instead.

He's not soft and squishy definitely, but comfortable enugh for you to rest your body. Khonshu doesn't need sleep but he enjoys it with you and you only

Ammit

Oh this crocodile lady. Loving her is like walking through cliff with a fragile bridge. One wrong step and you're on her red scale list !

but that's what makes you interested on her. You want a challenge. You want to make this like it's the last time you ever love someone

she's not as harsh as Khonshu. But she can and will manipulate anyone for her benefits. Doesn't make her morally better than Khonshu but that's on another story

Arthur will definitely be your rival. Be it as her disciple, or to be her one and only lover. (If you're into poly, Ammit would gladly accept both of you and Arthur's hand)

Old man has always tried to deny this hidden little feelings toward Ammit. But somehow he let it out after seeing you and Ammit walking together, even though you and her is not officially lover yet

Arthur is afraid that you'd take her attention fully. This is the moment you know someone is standing on your way

Arthur would pray religiously without fail every day, every night. He'd be the one that shows up the first when Ammit in need for help. Little did he knows, Ammit only sees those efforts as nothing but how her avatars should serve her

Eventually you win with little effort compared to your rival. But doesn't mean Ammit doesn't want to see you try harder

One day, you talk about her the way human love work. This is something that Arthur never talked to her. This is an entirely new, fresh topic for her

She's interested. She demands you for showing the way it works !

So you find the biggest boat you can get for a floating dinner on a big river. This is where your first date started

Ammit only devours souls but doesn't mean she'd refuse that delicious grilled fish you brought just for her.

The moon is dark. Khonshu is currently dormant for a while. Ammit will start to gossip like a teenager gossiping about certain people they hate. She'd tells you his flaws, his lanky bony body, his flying head, anything that she can talk. You're just listening and laugh. Topics will vary but Ammit will be the major conversation starter

She's actually as sweet as 10 spoons of sugar ! She's always been cold and judgmental this whole time but for the first time she shows her hidden soft side. She realized this and tells you to never tell anyone, including Arthur

She smiles softly to you, and it feels like she's out of her usual character. But that smiles was just temporary. Now she's back with her classic crocodile grin

She nudges her snout to you lips and stay for a few seconds. Then she asks you politely to bring her back, preventing the cult worried about you and her whereabouts

You can ask her to carry you, but only for 5 minutes lol. Usualy she'd carry in bride carry style

When you're back to the cult base, she'd bring you to her own chamber. Nothing sexual. Just you both talking for more hours until you fall asleep on her lap

She dislike PDA but once you're in private with her, be prepare with a giant crocodile showering you with cuddles and reptile kisses

Should you offer yourself to be her avatar, you'd be her fist. Arthur will spread the words while you enforce her judgement to worse people with serious potential of crimes. Your suit would be reptilian scale stylized and menacing to the non believers

Taweret

Remember when she goes "LAaaAAAyyYYLLLaaaaAAA "? Yeah imagine that with your name

Soft cuddly hugs that would squish your lungs. She's very, very friendly with you. But if you don't tell her you specific romantic intend, she'd think that you're just being bestie with her

The biggest green flag out of the three. You still have challenge to gain that hippo soft and big heart tho

She can't tell the difference of flirting and being friendly. You have to be direct towards her !

This, ofc, would make the situations awkwards sometimes. Your sweet romantic words don't go smoothly as she would simply reply it with a thank you (in excited voice, but somehow it's still disappoint you a bit)

You dont have heart to be upset to her. She's just a ball of sunshine

Your relationship with her would be an unrequited love with a mix of slowburn, but filled with warms and joys

She'd ask you to be her avatar. She doesn't want you to serve her. She's just excited to have the coolest friend in the world as her avatar

You can say no ofc. But in this story, you don't have heart to refuse her sweet invitation

You being her avatar is unlike being Ammit's or Khonshu's avatar. You stays on her side all the time with her designing fabulous costumes just for you

Sometimes you forgot that you are her avatar. It feels like you're just being a really close best friend to her instead of a goddess's medium

You gave her a sketchbook and teach her to draw. Just a basic fundamentals, especially on clothes design and folds

Taweret, being a bundle of joy energy, would jump around and give you the warmest hug

You are her muse. You'd see yourself in the book with so many awesome costume design. Some are the one you have tried, some are new

You have no clue that Taweret actually slowly develop romantic feelings towards you. She's nervous about it but she managed to hide it

Until one day she asked you to hang out in a real world field of reeds. It's not an afterlife. A literal hill filled with reeds and beautiful sunset

She wanted you to see her masterpieces. You open each sheet carefully, until you reach one drawing that pick your attention the most

It's you and her, in the hills, with her hugging you from behind and loves symbol decorating the sketch

You're stunned with the picture. You always thought it's an unrequited love for you. You look at Taweret, now is giggling and blushing

She asks if she can kiss you and the time she hears yes, your face is already full of kisses

#khonshu #ammit #Taweret #my writing skills are kinda rusty forgive me #the last time i wrote headcanons is when i was in RE8 phase #moon knight #moon knight x reader #ammit x reader #khonshu x reader #taweret x reader #moon knight headcanon #khonshu headcanon #ammit headcanon #Taweret headcanon #marvel

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vampirzina · 1 year

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have a meme i filled out on a whim in the middle of the night. my personal take. a column is empty because i find that its impossible between them

#moon knight hc #moon knight meme #moon knight headcanon #moon knight #marc spector headcanon #steven grant headcanon #jake lockley headcanon #layla el faouly headcanon #khonshu headcanon

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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Please can i get a crumb of khonshu with a trans boyfriend? Some fluffiness some cuddling is all that i ask

Khonshu x ftm reader

Headcanons

Want nothing more than to suffocate this dude in the best way possible, tsk

I added more than just cuddling hope you enjoy lmao.

You became Khonshus avatar on accident. Its up to you if this is before or after Marc and co. One thing led to another, you were dying in an alleyway in Cairo, and that alleyway had apparently been built on top one of his temples.

Soon you were stuck with the bird headed God, who seemed a little too into crushing people’s windpipes for the most minor insult or transgression against him.

He didn’t know you were trans in the beginning, as it had little meaning to him whatever your identity was.

It was when you wore your binder for too long or during missions and it started hurting you that he noticed though. How you would wheeze and cough and rub at your ribs.

Him being a god he can probably feel whatever the hurt is to heal it, but he couldn’t heal this one as it wasn’t actually a wound but something you were doing to yourself.

This led to many arguments between the two of you as he wanted you to stop binding as it harmed you, and you had to explain to him why it was so important to you.

Khonshu complains regularly about humanities brainless ways when it comes to gender and sexuality. You can regularly hear him grumbling to himself how humanity has gone backwards because at least back in the day you could love the same gender.

It makes you happy that at least he respects you, though you swear your binders go missing when you have been binding for too long or for too many days without a break.

At some point the conversation turns to how safe binding works, and after you start to notice how your missions as the moon knight always has at least one day a week empty, and your missions don’t take longer than 8 active hours without a break.

When or if you get top surgery Khonshu will complain but not actually be against it. He tells you that it won’t be an excuse to rest as his knight, as he will heal it right after and he won’t let you slack off.

He uses his weird godly magic that he also heals you with to make your body produce testosterone since getting it was an issue as you traveled the world for your missions.

You realize that mission that involve transphobes go up, which makes you pleased as you can finally hand their ass to them for being so horrible towards people who are just themselves.

As you and Khonshu grow closer it becomes easier to talk to him about issues that come with being trans, and though he’s blunt and sometimes rude about it, he listens and gives his own version of advice.

He rages when people make transphobic comments at you, telling you to kill them then and there for disrespecting his knight like that.

With really realizing he makes the moon knight suit fit however feels most gender euphoric to you.

You tease him about being a secret softy on the inside, which he takes as an insult.

When the two of you get together it continues like normal, though there is more touching involved.

Though he becomes less harsh in his comments when it comes to you, but seems to become crueler towards anyone he sees as not worthy of you or your company.

He brings you gifts, which may be a little weird, like ancient amulets, rings, and clothes. But he preens when you wear it, especially the special jewelry that represent himself.

What surprises you a lot is that the big pigeon is a cuddler, apparently being a banished god for so many years leads to quite the touch starvation

So, most nights when you aren’t out being moon knight, your cuddling in your bed, which is the biggest size on the market to fit the gods size.

Khonshu will typically curl around you like a cat, ending with you against his chest as you do whatever on your phone or talk.

Since he is a god Khonshu has no need for sleep, and will just lay awake holding you and listening to you breath and feel your heartbeat.

Sometimes though, you’ll lay with his head on your chest, though this can be kinda messy to do since he is so large compared to you, but you make it work.

He loves when you rub your hand up and down his back, or rub his beak or around his eye sockets.

He would massage your hands and legs when you cuddle, making some off hand comment about it being good for blood circulation which would make you a more effective knight, though in reality he just wants to touch you.

#moon knight #male reader #khonshu #moon knight x male reader #moon knight headcanon #moon knight imagine #khonshu imagine #khonshu x male reader #khonshu headcanon #marvel #marvel x male reader #marvel imagine #marvel headcanon #ftm reader #moon knight x ftm reader #khonshu x ftm reader

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spectorbear · 2 years

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— crumbs of good (teaser)

pairing: khonshu x f!reader

coming soon !

“ how can he not see that you’ve gotten sick to the stomach from eating crumbs of the good in him ” - pierre alex jeanty

taglist: open

#—posted by bear #moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight x you #moon knight imagine #khonshu #khonshu x reader #khonshu x you #khonshu imagine #khonshu headcanon #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #—bear’s khonshu

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 1 month

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Ok I need your hcs on what each of the moon boys do to annoy Khonshu. Like do intentionally to be petty.

WHEEZING! (Also I'm so sorry this took so long! <3)

Rating: PG Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged? • ko-fi •

Warnings: swearing

Steven

Has a personal vendetta against Khonshu for scaring the hell out of him, so regularly does everything he can to be a little shit at any opportunity.

Talks, a lot. Constant talking, constant questions, purposefully not even listening to the answers and just talking over him with even more questions.

Tells Khonshu his knowledge of ancient Egypt is wrong (Steven knows it isn’t, but he enjoys how mad Khonshu gets). Also tells him his pronunciation of hieroglyphics needs work.

Will loudly sigh and declare that “the moon looks like shit today.”

Marc

Threatens him with Steven. All. The Time.

“If you don’t start being reasonable I’ll get Steven.”

Or just straight up peaces out and lets Steven deal with him.

Once he realises that Jake doesn’t like Khonshu pissing him off either, he threatens him with Jake too.

Will also repeat whatever Khonshu says as a question as if he doesn’t understand him. (He does.) It always takes Khonshu a minute to realise Marc is messing with him.

“Marc Spector, I need you to-” “Or what, you’ll make Layla your avatar?” Khonshu: -.-*

Jake

Ignores him.

Literally no reaction.

Khonshu could cause a solar eclipse and Jake doesn’t bat an eye.

Doesn’t flinch when Khonshu’s loud.

Doesn’t look up when he does that breeze thing.

Just carries on about his day as if the god wasn’t talking.

There are a couple of things that cause Jake to react that way, either it’s Jake’s day off/lunch break (he literally marks the dates and times on a calendar just for Khonshu and taps it if he bothers him during that time once. Then it’s straight up ignore town.)

“Jake Lockey, I have a task for you.”

Jake points to the calendar which has ‘Jake annual leave’ written on it in red pen.

OR Khonshu’s annoyed him (or more likely Marc or Steven, or both.) He will not talk to Khonshu until the god apologies to all the offended parties.

Khonshu once did the whole, ‘I have lived for millennia, you think I can’t wait out you ignoring me?’ to Jake, who was reading the newspaper. Jake promptly looked up once, slowly, to look straight at Khonshu and then went back to reading. When Jake was still ignoring him the next day Khonsu appologised in a very grumpy god way.

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melodygatesauthor · 7 months

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The Dark Side of the Moon - Chapter 1: Intoxicating

Vampire Marc Spector X f!Reader

Beta Read by @xbellaxcarolinax - Masterlist - AO3

Chapter Summary

Marc sees you for the first time and can't understand why you smell the way you do. The aroma is intoxicating, and he's determined to get closer to you, despite Khonshu's rules.

Tags/Warnings (for entire fic)

Major Tags/Warnings: Major Character Death - Non-con - Dub-con - Violence Minor Tags/Warnings NSFW, 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: 3.2k

When Marc first saw you, he was overwhelmed by your scent.

The blood coursing through your veins held an aroma so sickly sweet that he found himself dizzy from the smell. He stepped into the lofty, spacious room where an oversized, and over-embellished, chair sat at the back. The enormous windows behind the chair faced out to the ocean, stretching on for what felt like forever. Khonshu liked to call this his ‘throne room’; a pretentious name fit only for someone who thought all too highly of himself.

“Marc, isn’t she wonderfully fragrant?” Khonshu asked from where he sat in his chair, touching the small of your back. His deep voice broke Marc from his thoughts.

Marc cleared his throat, scowling at the display in front of him. You were there, standing timidly with your wrists and ankles bound by enchanted gold chains, and Khonshu was next to you, seated like a king, legs spread wide as though he didn’t have a care in the world. You were dressed like the other cattle: ivory-white, flowing dress covering your body, though leaving your neck well exposed in case Khonshu felt hungry on a whim.

“Yes sir,” Marc agreed, body stiffening as he tried to fight his primal urges against your intoxicating smell.

“Found this pretty thing walking home from some dead end job, sobbing, living a meaningless life, isn’t that right little dove?” He started rubbing your back, and Marc saw your body tense in response. He hated when Khonshu got new servants. He hated to see how nervous they all were in the beginning.

“Y-yes,” you said, voice sounding small compared to the bass of Khonshu’s tone.

“Not so meaningless now. You have such an important job here.” He looked up at you with such adoration it made Marc’s stomach turn. “Harrow,” he said loudly, looking at the man on Marc’s left. “I need a report, did you succeed in delivering my justice tonight?”

Arthur Harrow looked over at Marc, long face twisted into an expression of disdain that he reserved only for the right hand of Khonshu. When Harrow looked back at their master’s face, his expression changed to one of admiration, but Marc knew the man’s hatred for him still festered just under the surface.

Marc listened to Harrow’s recollection of the evening’s events. It was a brief retelling of their struggles and successes, structured in a way to make Arthur sound like the heroic protagonist of the story, leaving Marc to look like his inept sidekick. Marc chuckled under his breath when Harrow mentioned rescuing a woman from a mugger. What he failed to add, was that the man doing the mugging was in his late sixties, frail, and nearly starving to death in an alleyway, just trying to get enough money to eat for the night. In other words, Marc wouldn’t have needed a suit or vampiric abilities to deal with him.

“Is something funny, Marc Spector?” Arthur asked, turning to look at his counterpart.

Marc shook his head, “not at all, continue with your very accurate and completely true story.”

Marc looked at you, heartbeat racing at the sight of your pretty face. A smirk threatened the corner of your mouth, you must’ve noticed him, but you kept your eyes on the ground. Marc’s lips turned up for only a split second knowing he’d entertained you. He hated Khonshu for always making the servants of the house avert their gaze, as though the undead were a superior race to the living. He hated Khonshu for many other things as well, but not being able to see the sparkle of amusement in your eyes at that moment was one of them.

Marc shared his own account of the uneventful evening. They’d saved some other ‘travelers of the night’, as Khonshu called them, and made sure to deliver justice to those who hurt them. He didn’t always see eye to eye with Harrow, but both he and Marc served one man, bound to him forever in an unfortunate blood pact, and for that they were very alike. He wondered sometimes if Arthur hated their master as much as he did, but Marc didn’t dare ask such a question out loud.

Khonshu looked up at you, smiling contentedly as he did before letting out a sigh, broad shoulders relaxing slightly.

“Very good,” he said, finally addressing both Marc and Arthur. “I’m hungry, so I’ll be taking my leave.” He looked over at Marc as he stood, running a hand through his thick black hair. “Marc, please attend to any queries as I would.”

Marc nodded, watching Khonshu rise, putting his hand on your upper back as he led you out of the room. Your scent left with you, not fully, but enough to allow the fog that weighed heavy in Marc’s mind dissipate. He was certain that if you smelled that good, you must taste equally as delicious…right?

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Why the fuck did you smell like that? Marc wondered moments later, sitting in Khonshu’s lavish chair in his absence. There was no reason for you to smell like that. So sweet, so delicious. Marc found himself salivating, quickly wiping his lips. It was embarrassing, the way you had made such a mess out of him after only moments of him being in your presence.

“Are you hungry sir? I can get your cattle for you,” one of the servants nearby asked, noticing that he’d wiped his mouth.

“No, no I’m…” he wasn’t fine, “I’m fine.”

He’d lived a hundred twenty-six years, and not once had he come across a scent like that. It didn’t make sense, and yet, it was permeating the air around him, making him feel mildly intoxicated once again. Harrow chuckled on Marc’s left, taking the man out of his daze. He scowled and looked over at him.

“What?” Marc questioned, tone laced in frustration.

Arthur shrugged, “hm? Oh, nothing. It’s just interesting to me, how much your age shows when you're faced with something unique, like the new cattle girl.”

“She just has a strong smell, it’s nothing,” Marc said firmly, bouncing his leg as he became more anxious.

“Right, of course,” Arthur’s expression was smug, condescending toward Marc in an attempt to rattle him.

“Why don’t you go find something to keep yourself busy, Harrow. I’m sure Khonshu wouldn’t want to think you were bothering me while I conduct his business.”

That struck a nerve, and Marc knew it would. Harrow had served Khonshu for many, many, years longer than Marc had. Hundreds longer to be more precise. Arthur was an arguably better servant as well. He would kill without question, spending no time on nuance and weighing the gray area brought on by guilt. Harrow would kill if he simply felt that someone was deserving. Marc didn’t like to fight that way, it felt wrong, and morally corrupt at its core. Marc would only kill if he thought it was a just punishment.

Despite Harrow being Khonshu’s loyal and unquestioning knight, always doing their master’s bidding without question, Marc was the one Khonshu favored most. Neither of them understood it, and both of them wished it were Harrow in that position rather than Marc. He never wanted to be Khonshu’s right hand, and when he was turned he didn’t know that’s what he was signing up for. Khonshu was good at keeping information from his servants. In fact, that’s how he managed to recruit so many. If he’d been upfront with them all, no one would have joined him.

“Khonshu is preoccupied at the moment, I’m sure–”

“Ooh,” Marc taunted, “then it would be really awkward if I had to go knocking on his door to tell him that you were being a pain in my ass, wouldn’t it?” Marc looked at Harrow, both eyebrows raised in anticipation for the rebuttal that never came.

Once Harrow left, frustrated and grumbling to himself, Marc tried to find other ways to occupy his mind, and to get his thoughts off of you. He spoke with the servants, making small talk about the weather, as though he gave a shit about whether it was raining or the skies were painted in blue. He just needed to take his mind off of you, because the more he thought about you, the more he felt his body aching with hunger.

There were so few rules that Marc needed to abide by that he’d be labeled a moron if he couldn’t manage to follow them. He could come and go as he pleased, so long as he did the work Khonshu required of him. Marc wasn’t allowed to turn someone, unless of course his master bid him to do so. And there was one rule, a big one that was upheld above all else…

Touching Khonshu’s cattle was absolutely forbidden.

That was how Marc got there, replacing the last Moon Knight that was dumb enough to try and pull one over on Khonshu. When his master claimed someone, by auction, coercion or otherwise, they were his. Marc had heard that Khonshu was kind to his servants, only taking what he needed, never drinking more than his fill. If one of his designated meals were tired or still recovering from a feeding, he would allow them time to rest before he used them again.

Marc also knew that they ate well. He saw the meals sometimes in passing being brought by the cooks to the rooms of the cattle. That’s how Marc learned that you liked strawberries, especially the large ripe ones. He would see the way the cooks made a point to pick through the smaller sour ones and toss them aside before bringing them to your door.

Were you spoiled, or did you figure that if you were going to be stuck there for the rest of your life, that you might as well enjoy yourself? Either way, a week after your arrival, Marc still wasn’t used to your scent, and it called to him both day and night. It was faint, unless he was in the same room as you, but he couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to figure out why you smelled like that, even if it killed him.

Marc didn’t need the enchanted armor Khonshu had blessed him with to climb the wall outside to your bedroom, his jeans and dark t-shirt would do just fine. The armor only afforded him protection at will, and the crescent darts he used to deliver Khonshu’s justice. As a vampire, there was no mountain too high for Marc to climb, and no distance too far for him to run. His strength couldn’t be surpassed by even ten men, but everything came with a price.

He needed blood to live.

Without that iron flavored liquid, Marc would die. Not much could kill him, but the thirst for blood certainly would if he didn’t satisfy it. And the smell of yours was making him fucking feral.

Marc didn’t know what he was thinking, standing there in your room, watching you while you slept soundly. He had all he could to stop himself from draining your body of every drop of your blood in front of Khonshu, so what was stopping him now? Your master wasn’t around to save you, but Marc knew he could never forgive himself if he hurt you.

He knelt down by your bedside, touching your warm cheek softly with the backs of his fingers. Your breathtaking eyes fluttered open, meeting his in a gaze with a look that was as frightened as it was confused. He put a finger to his lips, shushing you, hoping like hell that you wouldn’t alert the household to his presence in your quarters; something that would surely land him in the thirst room for a minimum of half a century.

You nodded as you slowly sat up, rubbing your eyes and pulling away from Marc. It was a smart decision, he had no noble reason for being there. He just wanted to smell you. He wanted to feel you. You were doing well in your attempt to hide your fear, though he could tell you were petrified. Your breathing was ragged, and your pupils blown wide.

“Why do you smell like that?” He said in a low growl, leaning forward on your bed, nuzzling your neck and inhaling deeply, “so fuckin’ sweet I…fuck.”

“W-what are you do–”

“Shh, I’m not going to hurt you, I just…” he inhaled again, breath ragged and harsh in your ear. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He repeated, not sure who he was trying to convince more, you…or himself.

“O-okay,” you said in the softest, and shakiest, voice he’d ever heard.

Marc really wasn’t going to harm you, though it took every ounce of his strength not to. He wanted to devour you, drink you dry, absorb your warmth into every cell of his cold body. He leaned in more, pushing you back against the mattress, feeling every neuron in his brain firing with desire. He felt your hands, pushing gently against his chest in protest, but you clearly weren’t brave enough to try and fight back.

Marc felt his cock aching as it sprung to life against his jeans. Your legs were around him, though he could feel your knees digging into his waist in an attempt to close them. The heat from your cunt was maddening, radiating off of you through his clothing and making his dick leak profusely.

“Why the fuck do you smell like that?” He asked again, throat vibrating with a primal rumble. He breathed in your fragrant aroma some more, feeling his fangs extending in preparation to bite. “Never smelled someone so…hmmmm.”

“L-like…like w-what?”

That’s when he realized just how much you were shaking. As if he were awoken from a trance, Marc shook the delirium from his mind and slid off of you quickly, backing up to the wall, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. He gulped, looking you up and down. You looked terrified, eyes wide with fear. Your bottom lip was trembling while you sat up and stared widely at him, like prey coming face to face with a predator.

“I’m sorry,” Marc said, still panting heavily. He didn’t remember the last time he’d felt so breathless.

“You’re M-Marc, right?” You asked, looking him up and down, “I’m…” your name rolled off your tongue beautifully.

Cattle didn’t have names. Once someone was branded as livestock, a human whose job was to provide blood to their master, they were stripped of their previous life, including their name. Marc had been to other households. Some masters replaced their servant’s old names with new ones. Others had a numeric system, the numbers getting higher and higher the longer a vampire had been alive and using servants.

Khonshu preferred to keep his nameless. It made it less personal when it was time to dispose of old or sickly livestock, or when he got too carried away while feeding, leading to the unfortunate demise of a perfectly good food source. Marc knew you were privy to the rules. You knew damn well that you weren’t supposed to ever utter your birth name, and yet you were speaking it freely to him.

You trusted him.

“Look…I was never here, alright?” Marc swallowed hard, looking out at the moonlit sky. “I…I didn’t mean to scare you, I just…I couldn’t help myself. I’m so sorry.”

Without another word, and without looking at you again, Marc climbed through the window and dropped back to the ground, moving quickly around the side of the manor and back to where his quarters were. The pain of his cock pressing against his zipper ached like never before. He could still fucking smell you, and now your scent was on his damn clothes. It was a mistake going there, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t glad he did.

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He got into bed that night, stripped down fully, planting his feet firmly against his mattress, cock in hand and jerking himself off to the thoughts running through his mind. He balled up his shirt, holding it against his face and smelling your aroma still saturated in every fiber. His grip was firm around his girth, gliding over his length at a slow pace, imagining what it would be like to feel you on top of him.

Marc ran his thumb over the precum leaking out of the slit on his fat tip, using that to keep his palm slick while he worked. A pathetic whine left his lips, throat closing as he gripped the sheets and arched his back upward. You’d take him so well, he could tell just by the way you looked underneath him earlier. You’d cry and whimper but you’d love every second, begging him to fuck you until you couldn’t walk right.

He rolled over onto his stomach, pressing his cock between his abdomen and the mattress, grabbing the sides of the bed and rutting his hips forward. The grind along the smooth sheets was enough to electrify his entire body. Marc choked on the groan that threatened to leave his lips. He put the shirt on his pillow, burying his face in it, fucking the bed faster. If you had been under him, he would’ve broken you in half…or shredded you to pieces.

He bit into the shirt, growling lowly and continuing to roll his erection over the soft mattress in an attempt to curb the growing need to have you. Your voice was so small, so sweet, so pretty. Fuck, fuck… The way you looked at him, afraid, timid, like he was going to hurt you. He wished he could say with confidence that he would never hurt you, like he had promised you earlier in your room, but he knew that was a white lie. He would always try never to hurt you.

He shuddered on his next snap forward, the friction becoming more slick as his leaking head left a mess in its wake. His grip on the sides of the mattress was tight enough to make his knuckles ache, aiding in his speed. He didn’t even care that the bed scraped against the floor with a loud shriek on every pass. He kept his nose deep in the fabric of his shirt, inhaling deeply, intoxicated with your smell combined with his. It smelled right, like your fragrances belonged together.

You belonged with him.

“Why does she…why does she smell so…so-fucking-good-ohgodohgodohgod…!”

Marc’s hips finally came to a stammering halt, warm sticky ropes of cum shooting out from his throbbing cock, making a mess of his bedding that he knew the servants would mumble about amongst each other when they thought he wasn’t listening. He huffed through his nose, hips still sliding his dick over the glob of slippery white that he created while thinking of you.

He wasn’t a fool, but Marc hoped desperately that masturbating his nights away would be enough to satisfy his needs. Deep down though, he knew that was bullshit, and he knew that as long as you were around, his life was at risk.

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marvel-lous-things · 2 years

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Marc: *gets stabbed*

Steven: that-

Steven: [WH EE Z E]

Steven: THAT'S GONNA LEAVE A-

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melissa-kenobi · 2 years

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hiiiiiii melissa, it's been so long since i've seen your writing and i miss it sooo much! i was wondering if you could do some headcannons for the moon boys like you did with the bad batch 🥺 anything is good, i juat want my bois back x

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A/N: heyyy, yesss I'm so sorry, I've been so busy with everything!! Awwhh that warms my heart, I'm glad you enjoy my writing 🥺- & yess I can do, I tok want my boys back!!! I'm pretty sure I'm on my 5th re-watch of the show. xx

Steven Grant

Big Spoon.

Steven is an absolute cuddler, he just needs to feel your body against his. The way you fit perfectly into his arms and his legs can curl up right behind you. The way he can feel your heart beat while you snore lightly. The way your belly sticks out a bit when you're on your side, makes you all the more lovelier to cuddle.

It's the little things that make him fall in love with you even more. The small breaths you take or when you mumble his name in your sleep. Even the small smile that graces your face as he hopes you dream of him.

Man, that makes his stomach fill with butterflies and makes his heart swell with fondess for you.

He can't sleep without you, no matter what- he's gotten so used to you being around that he has to have you with him in bed not in a sexual way 👀

He gets a little whiney sometimes- if he's in bed before you and you're not there already.

You're catching up on marking some of your children's work and then you'll hear a small whine of your name and you let out a small smile, knowing Steven wasn't going to let you finish marking till you got in bed with him.

"Loveee, c'mere- 'm so sleepy but I can't sleep without you..."

"I'll be there in a bit honey. Just relax and I'll be th-

Next thing you know Steven had grabbed the covers and plopped himself on the sofa, making himself comfortable right next to you. His arms wrapping themselves around you as he slept on your shoulder

"Mmmhh- I'll help you mark 'em tomorrow darlin'..."

The soft feel of his breath on your neck made you feel sleepy as he pressed a gentle kiss there, urging you to come sleep with him. The yawns that slipped out your mouth made him smile.

He knew you couldn't resist it, so you closed the books, throwing them aside before turning around and cuddling into Steven.

"You're a right baby you know that?"

He had a smug smile on but glad you were sleeping with him, the both of you could get a good night's sleep. "-mm but 'm your baby.. love you darlin'.."

"Love you too honey..."

Marc Spector

Marc. Marc. Marc.

Now he was a fussy sleeper. When you first got together he was all like 'you sleep on your side and I'll sleep on mine.' This lasted for a few weeks before one night he saw you sleeping so softly. You looked so gentle and sweet in his bed and it did something to him. He had this urge to just hold you.

To just have you in his arms, to let him know you were safe and you were with him because you wanted to be. It was a choice you had made, you had chosen him and you weren't going anywhere.

So he slipped in, facing your front as he cuddled into you, he'd nuzzle his face into your neck, leaving sleepy kisses on you while he slipped his hands under your clothes.

Now almost like Steven he can't sleep if you're not by his side. Marc loves to have his hands on you whenever he has the chance.

So naturally he would also need to have them on you whilst you slept. He'd sidle in behind you, slip his hands under your top and place them just below your breasts. During the night you move around alot, so you'd end up on your back while Marc cuddles into your side, his hands still on you.

Once you'd woken up and found Marc's hands on your breast, his fingers just holding them as he snored lightly. He was so embarrassed the moment you woke him up, teasing his was your favourite sport.

"Didn't know you liked to grope me at night."

Marc's eyes would be as wide as saucepans as he slowly tried to recall what you were talking about before he looked at you and saw where his hands were. "Oh fuck- I didn't-

"Course you didn't baby- you jus-

With a light squeeze of your already tender breasts, Marc had shut you up before he pinched the bud, making you let put a soft moan of his name. "Oh yeah, you were saying baby?"

Let's just say the both of you enjoyed that morning very much and Marc was more than happy to have his hands on your breasts every night.

Jake Lockley*

"Mi amor..."

Jake, very much like Marc- has to be touching you in some way to fall asleep. Although Jake's method was much so different to the others.

Once again he cannot sleep without you, he has to have you. In the literal sense. Jake doesn't mind how you both fall asleep, just as along as he his inside of you.

Although, that goes without saying- his favourite is when you face him and wrap your legs around his waist and cuddle into his neck while he slips his cock inside of you, gently pushing as he fits snugly.

"You okay?" - "Si papi-" Fuck, you words do something to him, it ignites something ravenous inside of his body, and all he wants to do is bury his cock deeper inside of you, to keep you full of him.

But the body needs sleep and so do you. So he waits. Jake prided himself in having the best self restraint and control out of the boys and he wasn't about to break it right now.

Although, giving you a little pleasure wasn't something he couldn't do. "Cariño, ¿te hago sentir bien?"

"Please Jake-"

Jake gives in, his hand slipping down to rub your clit, while he feels you clench around him, making him growl obscenities into your ear. His lips leaving bites all over your neck while you whine helplessly.

Jake curses in Spanish, his hips thrusting slowly into you as he wills himself not to come. "Ven por mí mi vida."

"Te amo Jake..."

Once he's made you come, he keeps himself inside of you, the feel of you giving him comfort. Jake loves to listen to the sound of your heartbeat, it slowly lulls him to sleep as he places one kiss on your lips.

"Dulces sueños. Te amo."

Bonus

Khonshu doesn't sleep. He's the God of the Moon for christ's sake.

Khonshu just sits there watching his Avatar's simp over this girl. His eyes focused on the way they cling tightly to her as they sleep. He must admit though, he's never seem them as focused on missions before she came along.

So she must be doing somthing right.

Khonshu thinks how silly it is that humans crave this 'human touch'. He's never needed it before.

"Pathetic."

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mxxnknights · 2 years

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Spoiler warning kinda!

*Marc & Steven on the boat with Tarawet*

Marc: Everybody stay calm, we are commandeering this ship!

Steven: Everybody?? There’s only Tarawet???

Marc: I was talking to you too. Now be chill, and follow my lead.

Steven: *whispering angrily* She is a goddess Marc!! I am not going to hurt her!

Marc: Fine, just tie her up then.

Steven: NO!!!

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Khonshu: How long does it take to defeat a man with a walking stick and a shitty tattoo...

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Jake: LET ME OUT.

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namjoon-koya · 2 years

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Hi. Idk if u still do request but if you do, could you please write a hc or something about reader being adopted by Steven Grant? Thanks. (Btw I love your Dr. Strange hc on 'being Dr. Strange's daughter would include...' it's awesome.)

a/n: so I know I usually don’t do marvel requests anymore, but this is actually cute because I haven’t seen a headcanon like this yet.

Warning: nothing really besides fluff and Steven being a great dad.

Id like to imagine Steven as a “awkward” first time dad lmao, he probably had to check out a lot of books at the library about parenting. Imagine him trying to swaddle you, he ends up doing it so many times only to unfold it when he messes up.

Whenever he goes to work at the museum he tries to do inventory quickly so he can get back home to you, along the books he checked out he remembered seeing that it’s important for a child not to be separated from their parents too long, especially when they’re still little.

Steven will be the type of dad to do the moby wrap (where the baby is close to the chest of their parent) and will literally walk down the street like that often gently talking to you, even while you’re asleep. Will also hold you up so you can see Gus swim by or eat his fish food, sometimes he’ll get a smile from you.

Okay, but imagine you can see Khonshu while Steven still couldn’t see him yet. Steven will probably be preparing your bottle and he can hear you babble from your cradle, “I’m coming! Just be patient.” He said not knowing a certain moon God was staring at you. Khonshu probably didn’t know what to think of you at first, he’s never interacted with tiny humans before so he’ll keep his distance.

Marc would probably be nervous around you too, thankfully you were always asleep whenever he returned back to the flat from fighting crime…until one night you woke up crying when he arrived back. He’s seen Steven take care of you, but I think he would be nervous. What if he did something wrong and made you even cry worse? But he knew you wouldn’t stop crying if he did nothing so ever so gently (as he tried) he would pick you up from your cradle.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m right here.” He says bringing you closer to him. After that he doesn’t get as nervous as he was back then, sometimes when he would return back he would gently carry you back to the bed with him. Marc doesn’t sleep that much anyways so he often stays up gently rubbing your back. So once Steven knows about Khonshu he has a habit of asking Khonshu to watch you while he prepares your food, Khonshu doesn’t even understand why he has to watch you.

“They’re beginning to crawl, just watch over them.” Khonshu won’t admit it to ANYONE, but he does have a soft spot for you. He would literally move the stars for you especially when you show no fear of him, “you’re a brave one aren’t you little one?” If Marc ever catches Khonshu being soft though he will tease him about it. Khonshu will also be protective as fuck over you, he will protect THE BABY. Especially if Harrow or Ammit mention you, ends up telling Steven to kill him if they threat you or try to use you as a bribe.

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sincka · 2 years

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Khonshu : You know you can die from that, right ?

Jake : *smoking a cigarette* That’s the point.

Marc : *drinking alcohol* We’re trying to speed this up.

Steven : *Eating raw cookie dough and nodding*

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traveller-of-the-knight · 7 months

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WHAT IF... SCENARIOS

...but it's only Moon Knight and it's 3 am.

What if Marc Spector died in an Asgardian temple?

What if Marc Spector, while in the army, accompanied Tony Stark in the events of the first Iron Man?

What if Randal survived but Marc didn't?

What if Moon Knight had to get the soul stone but who they loved the most was eachother?

What if Mantis met Moon Knight as a therapist instead of Harrow?

What if Harrow wasn't a total simp?

What if Steven Grant was the one who made the deal with Khonshu behind Marc's back?

What if Layla was there when her father was supposed to die, so she bacame the Moon Knight to save him? (+Marc Spector is her nemesis but she's an online friend with Steven who helps her with Ancient Egyptian knowledge. They end up going on a date but Jake fronts)

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I love reading your work, could you do the Moonboys + Khonshu (if possible) with a touch starved s/o? 💜🩵💙

Moonboys and Khonshu x touch starved male reader

Headcanons

I miss the moonboys. I still hope they make another season,,,

I believe in softer Khonshu, I’m ignoring how hed really be in canon.

Marc Spector

I imagine Marc is just as touch starved as you are, he just doesn’t like to be open about it. He doesn’t like to be vulnerable like that, which in the end just makes him more touch starved.

So, when you start cuddling him more, holding his hand, always being near him and touching him in some way. Then he would tense in the beginning, but soon he would start melting into the touch.

It starts small, like him letting you grab his hand, and Marc intertwining your fingers. Or when you guys are sitting on the couch watching a movie and you lay your head on his shoulder, Marc would rest his head against yours.

Little by little he would start opening up, the more your relationship develops, and trust is built. I don’t think he would say it with words, but Marc would start to be more physically affectionate in different ways.

He never turns away any of your searches for touch, part of him melting little by little, until he feels all gummy and vulnerable on the inside, and Marc just finds himself curled up and holding you, feeling at peace.

Steven Grant

Like Marc, Steven would also be touch starved. Maybe not to the same extent as Marc, since Steven is aware of himself and his feelings to a deeper degree. He gets stimulation from other places, so its not that gut deep yearning the others have, but it’s still present.

So, when you start leaning on him, always touching him, or hanging onto him, Steven doesn’t mind. He especially loves it when you hug him from behind when he’s doing something, be it reading his books or when he’s puttering around the kitchen.

He almost melts if one of your touch searching behaviors is kissing him, be it his lips, his cheeks, his forehead or his hands, or pretty much anywhere. Steven just loves it so much it almost makes his heart burst.

Steven would also be the only one to go out of his way to verbally tell you he doesn’t mind you being touch starved, or how much you crave touch in some way. Just to make sure you are aware that he doesn’t mind, and you don’t need to hide it from him.

Jake Lockley

Do I even need to say it? touch starved. But hes the type of touch starved where he feels pain when you touch him, at least in the beginning. As the one that took most of the physical abuse for the system, Jake has a different relationship with touch.

So, in the beginning when he notices how touch starved you are and how you always want to be touching them in some way, he might go out of his way to switch with Marc or Steven.

As your relationship develops though, Jake slowly warms up, much slower than Marc. Its always small touches, like hooking your pinkies together when walking, or him brushing his hand through your hair.

He would be tense when you need hugs, but after some time Jake would allow it because he loves you. And by extension, Jake would start feeling better when it comes to human touch.

Hed never be as affectionate as Marc or Steven, at least for a very long time, but he goes out of his way to reassure you in the ways you need, to make sure you get your needs met and don’t feel neglected.

Khonshu

Unlike the moonboys I don’t think Khonshu is touch starved. As a god I don’t even think he really craves physical affection the same way we do. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it, but the craving isn’t as big for him.

When it comes to you being touch starved, I think Khonshu would just go along with it and let you cuddle into him, or lean on him, or whatever else you need to do.

He would love to run his hand through your hair though, his deep voice making a comment every now and then, comparing you to a cat or some other affectionate cute animal.

Khonshu wouldn’t go out of his way to tell you in words that he understands you are touch starved and that he doesn’t mind. He just shows you it doesn’t bother him, by holding you when you need it, or cuddling you to his chest when you have that yearning for touch.

And since very few people can see him, then he is always able to be near you and touching you. No one is gonna see the bird skulled giant following you around with his hand on your shoulder anyways, so why not.

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