#Arthur Harrow x Male reader

[dominantslasherking]

Slashers x Male S/o Masterlist 2

Here is my PART 2 Master list.

Hello, my devilishly handsome readers.

MASTERLIST PT 1.

Btw, Dominant Male reader FOR all of them.

Warning emoji⚠️⚠️ With the one that has smut.

Patrick Bateman

Patrick Bateman x Male reader Patrick had always mistaken his jealousy for you to be out of wanting what you want, to be like you, when it was in fact that Patrick was jealous because he couldn't be with you. Patrick wants to show you how much he wants you, by getting on his knees like a good boy. (BTW you're his boss)

MORE COMING SOON Billy and Stu

Billy and Stu x Male reader You always manage to catch Billy and Stu's eyes on you, whether it be in the college classroom, or when you're purchase horror stuff, they always seem to follow you. Even in your house you still feel their gazes --- Billy and Stu x Male reader. [Requested] Bill and Stu trying to feel the reader up after he killed someone. And the reader just wants to clean up his mess and go. And since his misbehaving brats don't get the hint, he pins them to the wall, hands around their throats, to get them to shut up

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Billy and Stu x Male reader [Requested]Billy and stu where male reader ignores them because they have been more caught up in there killing then reader so he gets annoyed and decides to ignore them MORE COMING SOON Hannibal Lecter Hannibal Lecter x Male reader Hannibal drooling over how fit and muscled one of his patients (reader) is and just fantasizing about what he’d let reader do to him during one of their sessions.

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Male reader Your basically a mysterious male figure that happens to be around the bene gesserit, (whom not even they could control you) Feyd is obsessed with you, a deep longing inside his soul, his body.

--- Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Male reader One of Feyd's Harpies disrespects you. Feyd is ruthlessly possessive and obsessed with you. --- Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Male reader ⚠️⚠️ Rough, possessive, soul-snatching, soul-sucking, sex. Also, Feyd is a powerbottom.

-- Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Male reader A scene of Feyd showcasing his possessive and overly jealous love for you.

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MARVEL - CUDDLING POSITIONS

X MALE READER

CHARACTERS: Matt Murdock, Eddie Brock, Steven grant, mark Spector, Jake lockley, Arthur harrow, Thor, Bruce banner, jack Russell

CW: none

WORD COUNT: 400+

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MATT MURDOCK

Usually doesn't like to cuddle but when he's stressed he likes when you hug him behind, no matter what position and just wrap you hands around him and hold him close.

EDDIE BROCK

Likes to lay on top of you, head to chest and wrap his arm and leg around you. Venom will likely get jealous and wrap himself all around you and push Eddie away. Eventually let's Eddie back. Please rub eddies hair.

STEVEN GRANT

He likes spooning you. It just makes him feel like he's protecting you. He hugs you and knows you're there and not going anywhere. Clinging super tight to you so cherish every moment of breathing.

MARK SPECTOR

Won't admit to anyone but he just can't fall asleep unless ur both facing each other and you pulling him onto your chest and wrapping your limbs around him. He's always the one who protects and makes sure you're alright, but in bed he likes when you protect him and take control (😉😉)

JAKE LOCKLEY

He doesn't like cuddling so you have to insist. When it does happen you just lay on his chest with his arm around you.

THOR

He's a big spoon. Yes A big spoon. He almost swallows your whole body with his limbs. Puts his leg around your waist. Sometimes he ends up on top of you, your face squishing into the pillow and you can barley move.

ARTHUR HARROW

He only likes when the top half of your body is on his chest, your arms fold to your face and his are wrapped around you. He doesn't move a lot in his sleep so it's the most comfortable position for him.

BRUCE BANNER

He usually lays on top of you, head to chest, and you play with his hair. He melts when you do this, it makes him feel so relaxed and safe. At the beginning of your relationship he was too afraid the do this so you just cuddled him from behind, but when you started doing this every day he understood you like cuddling and won't mind him making the first move.

JACK RUSSELL

Honestly every position where he's the one being cuddled. It makes him forget his a "monster", he feels like a regular man, who's boyfriend will protect him no matter what. He loves it when you rub his hair (he does have some wolfie traits) and he wants to cuddle every chance he gets. Wants as much skin to skin contact as possible.

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!GIFS ARE NOT MINE!

[hefeydonmyrauthatiliharkonnen]

Writers on here that write x male reader fics or drabbles or write that at all, I love you and appreciate you so much you literally do more for us than most people. Thank you for your hard work.

[littleoddwriter]

Hi! I hope you're doing good 🤙

I wanted to ask for headcanons of Arthur Harrow with a trans boyfriend who trains to be really strong and always shows off

Remember to eat well and drink water 💖

Arthur Harrow x Trans!Male!Reader | Headcanons

Hi there! Thanks, I hope you are good, too! <3 Oh, yes, thank you for the request and your kindness, I hope you like these and that you're eating well and drinking water as well. <3 <3 <3

notes; Trans!Male!Reader; Working Out; Showing Off; Light Body Worship (SFW); Mention of Gender Dysphoria.

Since Arthur works out regularly as well - although not nearly as much as you - you two often do it together, which allows you to show off even more. And he loves every second of it.

He can barely focus on his own work out, as his eyes always lock on you and roam over your body, taking it all in while his mind is drifting away into fantasies about you. It's lucky for you both that you have turned the empty room in your apartment into one for working out.

Thus, he feels free to stop mid-training to come up to you during your break. He asks - or rather orders - you to take your shirt off, which you do with a knowing smirk. He can't deny the way his breath stutters every time he sees your body.

Arthur puts his hands on your shoulders and slowly moves them down to your solid chest and stomach, admiring them. And then he goes from your stomach back up to your chest and down your strong, muscular arms. It's almost like a massage, and when he first did this he actually lied to make you think he's simply interested in relaxing your muscles.

By now he's shameless about his appreciation, considering that you very much enjoy it and want him to openly like what he sees. After all, what's the point in you showing off your body for him if he doesn't appreciate it properly?

Most of the time, it's completely quiet when he's admiring your work, but sometimes he also uses those moments to softly tell you how proud he is of you; how far you've come in case you have a day where it's hard to see it; how breathtaking you are; how you're already so strong, both in terms of your body and mind.

Such tender moments especially help you on days where you work out almost aggressively because you're feeling dysphoric and want to get rid of that with your training. And Arthur knows that. It's why he takes his time to really let you internalise what he's saying.

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Chase of Cat and Mouse [Jake Lockley x Cop!Reader]

Summary: Jake Lockley is a smug bastard who enjoys watching you struggle to find the murderer responsible for Arthur Harrow's death. But it becomes evident that his overconfident façade is not that strong when you manage to catch him after work. Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: Enemies to lovers kinda, Suggestive, Swearing, no mentions of marc or steven (sorry guys), mentions of death (?) A/N: this took wayy to long and my sincerest of apologies to all my lovelies. I’m unfortunately a huge procrastinator, but I’ll try working in more fics in the coming days :) ! Requests are open, so feel free to talk to me or suggest something for the next fic!!

You lean on your chair with a distrustful look, eyes twitching at the cocky grin that your suspect, Jake Lockley had on his face. If only you could just reach over the damn table and smack it right out of his face, but unfortunately with no permission from the higher-ups to hurt people under custody, you were pretty helpless to his conceited expressions.

It's just been an hour of going back and forth with the male; where you would propose something incriminating that could possibly involve him, before he would defend himself with a cheeky statement, which worked a bit too well in his favor.

For example, When you pointed out that the man who suspiciously led Arthur Harrow away from the hospital to be never seen again was wearing a cap similar to his, Jake responded with a chuckle; "Is there no one else in London who wears a newsboy cap?"

And it didn't help that every once in a while, he would make a mockery out of you, arrogantly sneering as you struggled to find solid evidence for an arrest. You tried to pay no mind to it as you distracted yourself with the papers lay on the desk in front, trying not to be bothered by anything he says.

"Running out of hurtful accusations, amor?" It was getting increasingly frustrating, the periodic visits of Jake Lockley to the questioning room almost once every week, where every time you insisted it was him. Your superior, an old bloke named Martin was understandably getting tired of it, ever so slightly wishing that he had just taken this rookie case to his hands instead of having his junior over-analyze it so much. London is a big city; the death of another old man was no exciting news, but it seemed to be of great importance to you. A knock on the door snapped you out of your deprecating thoughts, breaking that eye contact that danced with a fiery spark of hatred between you and Jake while you jumped to your feet to answer the door. A familiar figure with a head full of grey hair with an equally grey mustache stood, with a fed-up expression on his face. Speak of the fucking devil. "Cut short for the day, I need you in my office in 10." Martin commanded, a breath escaping your lips quietly as he said so. "But—" "No buts. My Office. In 10. Let 'em go." You turn back to the male who was still sitting nonchalantly on the uncomfortable basin of the stool; but almost immediately as your gaze fell on him, he looked up with a tilt of his head, his lips curling at the end to form a smirk. He managed to get out of your grasp again.

Stepping into Martin's Lair, which most acknowledge as his office, you felt yourself think of the many ways he could possibly question you— as well as all the ways you could retaliate and justify your fixation on this specific suspect. All of your defenses led to a dead end, but how exactly were you supposed to explain how Jake looks at you when he sees you falter? How his sharp, tinted brown eyes sparkle with a glimmer of amused smugness to it every time you found yourself searching for more clues in front of him? You know he did it. You know that he knows very well you're aware of that. Yet, he seemed to be enjoying the effort put in to prove your conclusions.

Arms crossed, your supervisor eyed you as you walked in and did your regular routine of a salute to your higher up, before he motioned you over to sit. Martin never was a person who gave much trouble, and that was an understanding that ran between the both of you, but that didn't mean he didn't have moments where he would be highly critical of your actions and decisions.

"Where are the final reports, (L/N)?" "I.." You pause, bracing yourself. "I don't have it. Yet." The older male sighed in response to your answer, rubbing the base of his temple while you shifted uncomfortably on the cushion-y seat, preparing yourself to hear the lecture that was incoming. "I assigned this file to you nearly 3 months ago, (Y/N), and you have nothing except a raging suspicion on this one guy who you can't even prove is the culprit we're looking for." He leaned onto the desk. "What happened? You were one of my best students. That's why I trusted you with this."

Oh, Jake Lockley is done for once you catch him again. You part your lips to say something, but the guilt of letting down such a placid and reasonable figure that was your superior was really starting to settle down. Had it been anyone else, you would have stubbornly defended yourself about how you were absolutely sure of your intuitions. But it was a war that you would not come out victorious from anyways; possibly hurting the respect Martin gives you was just an added loss.

"Be more attentive, (Y/N). I know how hard these tend to get but I've been having people show up and make a fuss about finding the culprit—probably some distant family of the victim and—"

"I'll have the reports down to you by Sunday." Martin spared a look of surprise, taken aback by the sudden tone of determination. It took you 3 months to make even the slightest of progress, yet you seemed positive that you'll manage to nail the report and hold the felon accountable within the matter of a day and a half. How were you supposed to do that?

You would've been a little more confident if you knew the answer to that question yourself.

Stripped out of the authoritarian uniform, You found yourself clutching onto your jacket as the cold autumn weather in the streets of London brushed against your skin. The night was young as always, and you wished there was time for you to go stargazing, laying under the bed of shining pricks in the dark blanket that was the night sky. Barely 8pm by then, you realized as you checked your watch, but the gloom of a midnight sky was already settling in. It was an uncomfortable feeling since you've rarely never gotten out all that much, for a stroll nonetheless, ever since you started working on the case, with the exemption of the travel from and to home to the station or vice versa.

And that would have been the fate of today, if it weren't for the fact that you were hunting down Jake Lockley. This time not with the help of a colleague, but by yourself as you hurried through the busy streets of the city. You were given the location to an apartment towards the north of town, which was presumed to be his address and where you were hoping to run into him for a talk. Not another interrogation, at least in his point of view, but you were aware that this case was far from salvageable with just mildly threatening questioning.

You watch as the neon sign of a convenience store just below the building your heading for shine brightly; stopping momentarily to check your phone and prepare before taking a sharp breath to turn the corner— to almost immediately run into a figure in the dark and brooding alleyway.

Despite the crescent moon towering above his frame, Jake's face was lit solely by the cigarette hooked between his fingers, revealing a familiar facial structure that you loathed. But, despite having strong emotions which can only be described as hatred, you did find him to be conventionally attractive, but that's just stating the obvious.

Another thing that you took to notice was his dark, slicked-back curls that almost stuck to his neck, carefully combed as to not to seem disheveled and obviously missing his signature cap. It was.. certainly a look. Something out of the ordinary, which made you wonder if you even were looking at the same person.

At the echo of your footsteps, it was destined to catch the attention of the male, who squinted at the sight of you, before a relaxed expression took over his stiff posture. At his notice, you paused just a few steps away from him, pondering where you're gonna begin— only for him to beat you to it. "'m afraid I can't make it to another questioning, officer." He sneered, but shrugging it off has almost been second nature to you at this point. "I have.. plans for later tonight, 'Can't spend that time rotting away at the station." "You're not being taken to the station, I just want to talk." You say firmly, To which Jake reacts with a raise of his brow, prompting you to continue. "Look." You shift your gaze away, sighing. "I might've been wrong about you, but I think you know something I don't. And if you know, anything, and I mean- anything on Arthur Harrow, I need you to tell me it. Now." Jake looked at you with not much change in his expression, but his hand brought the cigarette back to his lips as he leaned by the hood of the car, facing you. If you were any hopeful about Jake abiding by your commands, you would have said he was considering it, but the silence was becoming overbearing and you still needed to pitch your case.

"His family's been very active in trying to find the culprit and.. It's—"

"Mentirosos.." ("liars..") He grumbled lowly, but thanks to a pretty good sense of hearing, you were able to catch it.

"Pardon?" "Do you actually believe them?"

Jake's question did falter your figure for a moment, especially since his voice was a little bit more.. commanding. But it did send you back to really put your thought into it. Arthur's file and your personal research on his background did not list any names that may be dear to him, so who were those claiming to be his family? Maybe even friends? "Whoever they are, They're concerned, and I don't have any answers but I know that you know something." Jake chuckled. "So, You're desperate." You glare at him, but at the same time, you can't exactly deny his accusation. The only other reaction was the sequence of words you managed to grumble out. "Spill it, Lockley." The manner in which you spoke was dominant, commanding as you were beginning to be reminded of all the trouble Jake has given you. The cigarette that brightly burned between his rough fingers was left neglected until now, when he opted to drop it on the floor before the heel on his shoe extinguished the leftover flame within it in order to make his way towards you. You stood firm in your stance as he took light strolls towards your frame, with a light tilt of his head. You stand firm in your stance as he lightly strolls towards you, with a slight tilt of his head. "I know you're not just a pretty face, You'll figure it out eventually. Without my help." You were almost face to face now, standing parallel against each other, the eye contact unwavering between the two of you. As always. "I did figure it out. Either you did it, or you were involved; So if I'm asking you anything now, it's because you know what happened." "Why didn't you just take me in again?" "Because I wanted to talk to you. Not to the unbothered, innocent cab driver who I'm apparently tormenting." The corner of his lips couldn't help but curl just a little bit, as he stared down at you for a moment. Jake was quite unsure if you had anything incriminating against him, or whether you were going off pure instinct, but for you to be so stubborn about being right, you got to have been confident about something.

Jake's intense gaze bore into yours, a silent challenge passing between you two. Despite how lightly he seemed to take everything, The air grew thick with tension, and you found yourself fighting the urge to step back. His proximity was disarming, but you refused to let him see any vulnerability in the stance you put out. "And If I don't cooperate?"

"You're dancing on the edge, Lockley. One wrong move, and you'll find yourself in a place you won't enjoy."

You warned, your voice low and laced with a subtle threat in the off chance he did have any malicious thoughts. He was a unpredictable character, despite the many interactions you've had with him. Jake's laughter rumbled, low and deep, sending shivers down your spine.

"I've been on the edge my whole life, Cariño. It's where I operate best."

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, it seemed like the world around you faded away. The charged atmosphere crackled between you two, and neither was willing to back down.

The dimly lit alley provided a secret backdrop to your confrontation. The distant city sounds and the occasional flicker of a neon sign were the only witnesses to what was unfolding. Jake's hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"You're playing with fire being here, detective." he whispered, his lips dangerously close to your ear. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver down your spine.

Your heart raced, and for a split second, you forgot the reason you sought him out in the first place. The lines between rivalry and attraction blurred. The charismatic aura surrounding him was magnetic, and undoubtedly, you were drawn in. But perhaps, You could use this to your advantage.

"Maybe I prefer it that way with you." You retorted, your voice betraying a hint of defiance. You could feel the weight of his gaze, assessing, challenging. With a blink of your eye, you notice how close he is to you, your face nearly touching as his gaze bore into yours. It was hypnotizing, even if you were planning to play him entirely, your knees couldn't help but feel a little weak.

In a charged moment, the air crackling with unspoken tension, Jake closed the remaining distance between you. His lips met yours in a kiss that was both unexpected and electric. Time seemed to stand still as the world around you melted away, leaving only the sensation of his lips against yours.

The rhythm between the two of you was picked up almost immediately; led mainly by him, as he quickly dashed at the opportunity to deepen what already existed. Being amused as well as surprised, you allowed your hands to trail up his back with a smile, grazing along the rough fabric of his trench coat. Your hands didn't stick around there for long though, eventually finding it's way up to entangle itself in his astonishingly soft curls, earning a light moan of satisfaction from him.

With just a light push of your body weight onto his, you maneuvered him over to one of the stone walls that sandwiched the two of you in the alley, barely leaving any space for your lips to be left untouched. Back touching the wall in a firm grip, Jake's hands fell from cupping your face to having a rough hold on your waist, pulling you closer to the warm of his body in a mesmeric embrace.

"I didn't know you wanted me this badly, (L/N). Is this why you had me come in so often?"

"Would you believe me if I said no?" "With the way you're acting right now? Of course not." You engulf him in another bombardment of kisses, which he accepts greedily, like a man who's waited years to do this. If anything, It's almost like he wanted to hold you in such a way the moment he set his eyes on you. On second thoughts, Maybe that's why he's been obediently showing up every time he was summoned back at the room. Sly fuck. You separate for the second time, panting as you gently lay your hand on his chest, soaking in all of his perfect features. Amidst all the chaos of the case, the face you've seen almost once every week had way more to offer than you remembered. Whether that was his hooded eyes that loomed over his chocolate colored eyes, or his lips that glistened perfectly as he licked up the rest of your taste from the corners.

Perhaps you were lost a little too much in awe of his features, still breathless but unsure if everything was from the sudden fire of desire in your heart, or the intense make-out you just had with your suspect. "Harrow brought it upon himself." Jake murmured amidst his gasps to catch some air, giving into his temptation of giving you hints.

"What?"

"He's a cult leader."

Your nose crinkles at the information, brows knitting as you sunk in to the realization. Jake looked away for a moment, a clicking of his tongue could be heard as he cursed himself for just.. giving information to a police officer. Khonshu would probably eat his head for this later.

"So.. That means—"

"—The people bothering ya' at the station are his followers, and they're likely looking for me."

You were right, but you couldn't help but feel.. bad? Is that what that was? No, protectiveness, like you suddenly didn't want to give Jake's name away to the persistent visitors. But what if Jake is lying? He's still a conniving character. Maybe this is just justification for he has done. "They're looking for you.. so.. I was right.." "Felicidades, muñeca." ("Congrats, Doll.") Jake spoke with that same grin, but this time, with a clear admiration for your intelligence. It was hard holding back the same grin every time you accused him back at the interrogation room. "You got me."

To be elated or not, was the conflict that clouded your mind right then. This was it. Jake took the opportunity of your realization to swiftly move from under your grasp, knowing that sticking around would only trouble him more. Once again, He needed to disperse into the shadows of the night like the many times he's been completely caught, to go and only return when the dust had settled. Things were not as easy as that this time. Not when you were involved. "Wait." Before he could completely pull away, You held onto his arm, with a surprising amount of strength. With a slight struggle, Jake could've pushed you off and fled, but he didn't, pausing as he stared at you. You had a look that could only be identified as a mischievous plea, like you completely ignored everything he had just revealed. "Stay. I don't want us to be cut short." The male couldn't properly respond to that before you leaped at him once again, crashing your lips onto his with a more deeper passion. Your previous contacts were slow, yet this kiss bought in a new category of roughness that he could definitely get used to. His hands once again latched onto your body, admiring your sides while the same position was restored for a second time. The kisses from Jake were way more messier, his hands and lips trying to cover all of what it can reach in a restricted amount of time. He was hungry, and that's exactly where you wanted him. As he littered your jawline with sloppy pecks, you huffed in the stimulation as you felt his arms fall down and trace along your body. He was distracted in an effort to grasp at your rear, earning a soft grasp that escaped your lip at the sudden contact, which only bought a smirk of achievement in his features. In honest truth, all of Jake's little mannerisms when in almost full control of your body had butterflies fluttering in the pits of your stomach; heart racing while he maintained his pace in just driving you crazy. Though you promised yourself just a moment ago that you wouldn't falter, that pledge was getting way harder to keep with every passing second of indulging in him. On the other hand, Jake was enamored, savoring every sense of you he can get himself hooked on. Perhaps that was why he didn't notice how your hands brushed over his tight grip, pulling it away from the sides of your stomach or how there was mild jingle of something that echoed through the alley amidst their breathless pants of fervor. Click. Or maybe, He didn't notice how something restrained his hands together. No, that's a stretch. Pulling away from a kiss that he could have for an eternity more, his gaze fell the palm of his hands, sweeping down until it spotted the chained collars that strapped the two of his hands together. It didn't really take him long to recognize what it was. "Jake Lockley, You are hereby arrested for the murder of Arthur Harrow." Your cleverness of leaving him so vulnerable to you was undoubtedly smart, but that was an essence of your charm that Jake simply couldn't get enough of.

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Arthur Harrow x Amnesia Reader Wife

Fandom: Moon Knight Rating: Teen Summary: You wake up with Amnesia to find your doting husband Arthur Harrow by your bedside. Tags: Amnesia, hospital, sweet love, memory loss, husband and wife. Written for @nicktremblaywayfu AN: Look, I wrote something sweet and gentle for once 8')

You woke up to the beeping of machinery. Eyes blinked open to a white chamber. You couldn’t remember your room being this bright. Then again, you couldn’t remember much of anything.

“Finally,” a male voice sounded, near to you, and you did your best to turn your head – which seemed hard. It felt as if you’d bumped it and moving it made you all dizzy. Your neck felt stiff, as did your spine. But you managed. “You’re awake.”

Your eyes found the shape of a man, only several feet away from the side of your bed. When he saw your eyes had opened and were lain upon him, he took a careful step closer. The corner of his lips trembled as if emotions pulled at the smile he held. Why? You should have wondered. Why did he seem so shaken by seeing you awake?

But instead, you were in awe at the sight of him. This man, with his pristine suit and his bright eyes that seemed to bore into you. This man whose hair framed his face like some kind of renaissance painting. He enraptured you. “Do I know you?” you managed to bring out, happy to even find the right words.

There was a flash of pain in his eyes, but it was gone before you could fully notice it. You studied his clothes. They weren’t like those you could remember of your peers. Your friends wore comfy clothes, or stylish brand clothes if they had the money to. But this man, he looked older than your friends. And his hair, which reached his shoulders, was longer than you recalled to be fashionable.

“You’re weird,” you concluded out loud. And you saw how the man’s eyes crinkled, how a spark of delight shone within them as he halted next to your bed and carefully placed a hand on top of the covers. He leaned over you, not too close but not far away, making it easier for you to study his features. By God, he was… “Beautiful,” you whispered, finishing your sentence out loud.

The man’s smile became even broader. It seemed as if it was hard for him to school his expression. Either that, or he didn’t want to.

“I think you’re confused, sweetheart. You are the beautiful one here,” the man said, his voice low and gentle. You thought you liked the sound of it. It sent a tingle right down your tummy and between your legs. Yes, you definitely liked this man.

Carefully, you reached out a hand. It worked. Your fingers moved, until you brushed a knuckle against his cheek. He felt soft and familiar. “You’re cute,” you murmured. It was as if there was no filter to your words. Anything that came up in your brain came gushing out.

The man smiled again, but he let you study him without interfering. Your fingertips traced the shake of his chin, down to his neck. Your thumb brushed past his lips. Kissable, you thought. And then, when you looked up at his eyes, you saw such passion within them. Emotions running deep. Love, you wondered. Could it be love?

“You’re really cute,” you said while your fingers traced the outline of his face before your hand fell down again. Why was it this hard to think or to remember anything? You had trouble remembering what had happened that brought you into the hospital like this. It must have been something bad, you assumed, for why else would you be this confused?

Amnesia, the doctor had told you. You’d remember again, soon.  But for now, everything was hazy.

“Shall I tell you a secret?” the man in front of you said, eyes glinting with mischief and mirth. You were curious to hear what his secret would be, and you wished you could lean in closer. But your neck was stiff, so you remained as you were and just gazed up at him.

The strange man leaned over you, his hair falling down his face like a curtain. But you could still see his emotions as he lowered himself down upon you. His lips sought out yours, brushing past them in a not-so-chaste kiss. His eyes closed and his long lashes fell against his cheeks while he deepened the kiss.

It felt good. Heavenly even. But still, this man was a stranger to you. Your eyes had flown open wide and you gaped at him as he broke the kiss, lips parted wide. You could not believe that this had happened to you. The cute guy had kissed you? “You kissed me?” you cried out, not believing what had just occurred. The man grinned down at you and nodded, then dove in to kiss you again.

This time, the kiss was slower, gentler. You felt his tongue brush past your lips, then slip in between until it brushed against yours. The taste of him was familiar and nice. You wished you could have more of him, taste more. He ignited a hunger you hadn’t known you could possess.

You wished you could bring your hands up and around his neck, and pull him even closer. You wished you could make it so that he could not turn away and then you never would let him go.

But as he broke the kiss and you whimpered sadly, you felt a pang of regret deep within your chest. You wanted to hold him close, but now the kiss was done. And he still hadn’t told you his secret yet.

“So, what was it?” you slurred. You sounded like you were drunk. Must be the medicine, you thought. Or the hit on your head – or whatever had happened to you.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. One of gentle joy. “Just that your cute and beautiful husband has missed you,” he whispered, and it felt as if your heart was ready to pound out of its cage. Because did that man just say husband? Him? Your husband?

You gaped at him, gasped, and then looked some more, before he, smiling, leaned in again and captured your lips in another kiss. You wished you could deepen it and kissed him back with all you had.

The sweet kiss ended way too soon to your liking. And the man leaned back and smiled down at you. Pure mirth was in his eyes while he traced his thumb past your forehead. It was a caress of skillful hands. And it felt homely and comforting. Familiar as well.

You gazed up at him and smiled. “My husband?” you whispered, not quite sure if you fully understood what he had just said. Was this another dream?

But then he confirmed it with a nod and a soft growled ‘yes’. “You got hurt, sweetheart. I know you forgot what happened to you. But some evil man has hit your head.”

You blinked at him. “He hit my head?” Why would anyone do that?

The man hummed. “Deliberately.” Why would anyone do that to you? You had never made any enemies, or had you?

“Why?” you asked innocently. “And what’s your name, husband? Or should I keep calling you husband?”

The man chuckled and shook his head, brown and grey hairs tangling as if the motion made them dance. “No matter how much I like it when you call me your husband, I will refresh your mind. Does the name Arthur ring any bells?”

“Arthur?” you murmured, tasting the name on your tongue. It felt familiar, so it must be a name you had said many times before.

“Yes, Mrs. Harrow. Well done,” he praised you, and you felt your cheeks burn a healthy red color.

But then Arthur’s face fell again when he remembered the other question you had just asked. “That man,” he started, his smile now entirely gone. It was as if he had lost himself in thought – or memory – for he glanced away from you. You saw how he pressed his fingertips against each other, a pensive gesture, while his tongue pressed against his lower teeth. He was thinking. Whatever he was going to say befell him hard.

“That man,” he said, more firmly now. His lucid blue eyes darted back to your face and you could see the emotions swirl within them. “He was after me. You got hurt because he knew how much you meant to me.”

You grew quiet. A silent ‘o’ formed on your lips as you tried to digest that information.

Then you looked up again. You felt little, small. And you saw by the way his eyes softened when he met yours that he understood how you felt. It was as if he could read your mind, you thought. But could he read that too? Or that? Or -?

“Do you have many enemies?” you carefully asked. Your hand slipped out of the blankets again and your fingers twitched. You could not read him, but the gesture had been clear enough. Arthur, your Arthur, reached out to take your hand in his own and gently squeezed your palm as a sign of comfort. It worked. You started to feel calm again. Calm, warm, and not as little as you had before.

“Sweetheart,” the pet name came out as a breathless whisper, but you had heard it nonetheless. “If I had known the danger you’d be in, I’d never had taken the risk of bringing you along.”

A sudden flash of sand was before your eyes. It was short, and lasted only a second or two, but it was enough for you to have seen it. A memory, you knew.  High sand hills, not dunes like the ones you’d seen before. These were higher. The sand was like gold. The sun upon you hot and humid.

A man and a woman stood in front of you. Their clothes were like costumes, not the daily wear you’d expect people to wear. The man was in a white suit that encased him fully. The woman with her black curly hair had wings like a scarab. She looked at you with pure concentration, but her arms were being raised as if she were a predator ready to pounce.

And then the memory was gone again.

“Are you all right, love?” Arthur was looking worriedly at you. His right hand was behind your head, his left on your collarbone, the pressure light. He was studying you with such intensity that you felt you had to apologize. “Yes,” you said, forcing a small smile. “Yes, Arthur, I am all right.”

A spark of doubt appeared in his eyes, but when your smile didn’t waver, you saw that he started to relax again. His own smile returned, ever so wide, while he wrapped his arms around you. You felt his chin press on your shoulder and felt his hot breath on your neck before he placed a delicate kiss there. His arms squeezed you slightly as if he was afraid to let go.

“You are the light of my life,” you heard him whisper. “My own sun. My moonbeam. A little goddess in her own right. The only one I could not bear to lose.”

Another memory flashed before your eyes. Of Arthur standing tall, cane in his hand, on the tall sand dunes. An angry expression on his face. Agony, you thought. Sadness, hatred, and agony. The ugly sight of pain. And that same man in the white suit emerged and raised a sword to strike him down. Your husband had made enemies all right. But just before the image faded you saw Arthur spin around and block the sword that swung at him. His retaliation was swift, the hit hard. Blood spurted, and sprayed like a fountain. He had hit his mark with the expertise of a trained and skillful killer.

You blinked and the memory was gone again. In its stead, there was only the feeling of Arthur’s strong arms around you, holding you lovingly and with care. And as he embraced you, the warmth of his arms comfortingly around your frame, you could hear him whisper softly in your ear.

“I love you. One day, you will remember how much."

He just didn't know yet that without having all your memories, there was one thing you could never forget. And that was how much you loved him in turn.

~*~ AN: I know the prompt you send me was slightly different, but this came out and I decided to post it as well. The Dr. Harrow one will be online somewhere soon as well ;D And I am working on another little Harrow x Reader treat that er.. might take a bit longer. Anyway, hope you enjoyed <3 As always, not beta read. Will fix mistakes later on.

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The Nosy Neighbor

Title: The Nosy Neighbor

Pairing: Marc Spector/Steven Grant x GN Platonic Young Adult Reader

Word Cound: 2,803

Request:

omg you’re back!!! i hope you’re doing alright, life’s treating you well and all that.

since you’re looking for requests might a suggest a platonic/familial moon knight x reader (maybe a male reader but gn works too!) where the reader is a teen that’s a part of Harrow’s cult. Moon boys try help the reader get out of the cult but unfortunately reader is stubborn af. eventually they realise that Arthur is taking advantage of them and start reluctantly helping Moon Knight. Marc maybe even seeing a bit of himself in the reader when it comes to their attitude towards others (just being rude and blunt to everyone).

thank you for the chance, and again great to see you back!

A/N: Here you go!!! I'm a bit worried I didn't make them very stubborn but I hope you don't mind it much. I hope you enjoy!!! And yes, life has been treating me well. I've only been at the gym and studying lol.

“You’re a lousy spy. Did you know that?”

Sitting in the shaded London apartment on a rather gloomy day, Steven Grant sat at his kitchen table with a mug of tea in his hands and the eyes of a spy staring right at him. Now there were many things about Steven’s life that he could permit reason for having someone observe his every move. Such as how little legal paperwork the man has compared to his alter from the Americas, Marc Spector, or how he and his alter work as vigilantes for an ancient Egyptian God. The system itself was an abnormality that gave many concerns to different parties around the globe. It was a matter of time before someone was sent to observe the system’s every movement. What caught Steven, and even Marc, off guard about the whole spy situation was how it was this specific neighbor. 

“Can’t say it was something I’ve been properly trained for.” spoke the spy before they took a long sip of the tea that Steven had offered them. 

No, no. Marc fretted inside of the system. They’re too young. If Harrow’s reaching out to kids like this then he’s getting desperate. 

“Has Harrow gotten desperate?” Steven asked the spy, only to receive a lame shrug. “You’re just a kid.”

Steven, shut up. That was rhetorical.

“Ouch. This kid still managed to get more information on you in two days than Harrow’s gotten in two years. So if you’re going to insult me, at least do it remembering that I can send everything I have on you with a simple rendezvous point away.”

Inside of the system Steven could feel Marc seethe in anger. The marine insisted to be released so that he may deal with the spy, but Steven ignored him and straightened himself up in his seat. 

The spy in question was a neighbor from across the hall of Steven’s apartment. Y/n l/n, he’d learned the first week when he’d moved into the apartment. They’d introduced themselves while Steven was fumbling for his keys amongst the moving boxes outside of his flat. His first impression of them wasn’t much. Just a young chap, probably in university, and though they seemed nice, they had a sort of attitude in the way they responded. Rather abrupt and tended to keep to themselves. But they were still up for conversation whenever they found Steven in the hallway. That was something the museum tour guide liked about the chap. 

So, for the next few days while Steven was moving into the apartment y/n would exit their own apartment to make small talk with the man before heading out on an errand. It was a habit that was maintained even after Steven was moved into the complex, as he often saw his neighbor while passing in the hallway. He was really pleased to have someone to talk to other than silent street performers or lonesome paintings in the museum, even if the kid could be a pain to talk to.

Marc had never made conversation with the kid himself. During one particular conversation with Steven he’d made it known that the kid probably lived alone. That thought alone never bothered him, as he’d seen all sorts back in Chicago. 

But then the kid started to annoy Marc. Slowly their eventual chance encounters turned to daily occurances. Steven never minded it but to Marc he grew irked. The kid seemed to leave exactly as Steven or Marc was at the threshold of their apartment, rummaging for their keys, always inquiring about what they’ve been up to and asked questions that would require them to go into specific detail of their life, that Marc suspected that something was up. Perhaps their neighbor was eager to learn the details of the system’s life for an employer. Harrow, maybe? The CIA? He’d warned Steven to not speak to their neighbor until he’d figured out a way to deal with the young thing, but Steven went and did the exact opposite of Marc’s warning by inviting y/n into their own apartment.

The spy observed the apartment around them while Steven was in thought. “You have a nice apartment, shame it’s such a mess.”

“It’s not that messy,” Steven dismissed the look they gave him, “I don’ suppose you want anotha cuppa?”

y/n looked to the mug in their hand and sloshed it around before nodding. “Yeah, why not. I think I’ve gotten past the suspicion that you’re trying to poison me.”

Steven smiled at the young thing with a chuckle, relieved that despite the situation they had a sense of humor, and grabbed the kettle that sat between the two. As he poured the steaming liquid into the mugs, there was a sort of silence in the air. He tried to ignore the look that y/n gave him, probably expecting for him to continue the conversation. 

“Thank you,” y/n accepted the mug from the gift shopist, “So how long have you known?”

“Known that you’ve been spying on us?” Steven sat back in his seat, “oh, we’ve known for a bit. Marc started catchin’ on ‘bit before me, but I’s was in denial about it. ‘Just that you’d been so nice an’ all, I told him ‘No, Marc, they’re just a nice chap. It’s just the generation these days, they don’t take the time to get to know their neighbors, we’re just not used to it when someone like them comes along’.”

He chuckled at his words, shaking his head and reaching for his reading glasses. “But a few weeks ago, Marc noticed you started receiving flowers. Tulips, always were tulips at your doormat. They’d came same time every week with a letter attached. That’s how your employers been communication’ with you, hasn’t he?” 

“Wow,” y/n chuckled in exasperation, and almost in disbelief at the accusations thrown by the man, “so let me get this straight, you’re accusation of me being a spy is because I’ve been receiving flowers? Is that all?”

“Quite is, actually.” 

“I’m sorry, Steven, but if you can’t see people as an enemy just because they have a partner and you don’t.”

“See, no you don’t. You know how I know?” Marc leaned over with his knees resting on his knees. “Cause all of this time we’ve met in the hallway, not once were you accompanied by your ‘partner’.  You keep to yourself. You don’t have people over. Not even kids your age. So even a one-nighter walking out of your door is going to catch my attention. But same as me, you’ve not been catching many fishes out there, hm?”

There was silence. y/n glared at the marine at the string of words they’d received. All the while the marine observed their expression with a snide smirk written on his lips. Marc didn’t particularly blame them for the way they looked at him, but he paid no mind in showing the teen the attitude they’d given the gift shopist for these last few weeks. 

“You know your boss has a real good sense of humor,” Marc tapped the mug against the table before hovering the ceramic to his lips. He spoke again before taking a swig. “ ‘Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.’ Way back in the day a Chinese general used to say that. He never lost a battle. Harrow must look up to him, choosing you for the job. Being across the hall can really let you into someone’s life.”

y/n looked at him as though they had no clue who they were speaking with. “Is it still you or is it the history buff talking now?”

“Nope, still me.” Marc clarified, unperturbed by the kid’s confusion. “I know a bit about history myself.”

“Oh.” y/n mused. Their eyes glanced between the marine and the cup between his fingers. “Sorry, it just seems like you’re more the muscle than the brains.”

Marc, completely ignoring the insult thrown at him, took another swig of his drink while y/n spoke again, making a face when he realized he’d drank Steven’s tea. “Alright, I’m a spy. What are you gonna do about it? Kill me? That’s not going to stop Harrow, he’s going to make the world right. ”

They watched the marine stand up from the table and make his way to the kitchen. Sitting atop the counter was a half-full pot of coffee he’d prepared earlier in the day. He grabbed a new mug from the counter and prepared his drink.

“We’s just wanna talk, is all. Understand why you’re doing what you’re doing.” Steven grabbed Marc’s cup of coffee and took a seat at the kitchen table once more. This time he’d pulled his seat closer to the young thing and nestled his forearms onto the table. “ well, I do. Marc just wants to get you out of our way and deal with Harrow already.”

“.”

Steven chuckled, “So, how did this whole thing start between you and Harrow?”

The spy took a long look at him. Steven could tell that they were debating as to whether or not to disclose such private information to their supposed enemy. They looked at him with a stone face, fingers tapping in thought before they weighed in their decision. Expression morphing to match the sigh of defeat they exhaled, y/n hunched over their cup and watched the tea leaves in their drink. 

“First time Harrow approached me about doing all of this I told him I’d do a lousy job, that I’d get caught. I told him to find someone else in town that could do it, but he was insistent for me to do it. Said that I was chosen to do it, that I was meant to do it.” They were mumbling, barely above a whisper that Marc had to lean closer to hear their words. Finally, after a few moments, they inhaled, straightening themselves into the chair. “Were you blipped?”

Marc observed the kid for a moment before answering. “No, I wasn’t.”

“I was a part of the population that was Blipped some years ago. When I came back there was no home to go back to and none of my family was accounted for, and the whole world didn’t care about people like me. But Harrow cared. He opened up his town to those who needed it and took the time to get to know every single person who came to him. Eventually, Arthur received a vision from the gods that he was meant to create a perfect world. He said that everyone who ever did us wrong would be punished. I mean, the world would be pure again. But he had a problem, you…”

y/n took a sip from their cup. All the while, Marc could only look at the teen with a straight face despite his anxiousness to the kid. It was obvious that the young thing suffered from Stockholm syndrome. They had the whole world turn their back on them. It was only natural that now they were so agreeing to the one person who showed them right, however double-sided it could have been.

“Harrow could easily send his men to my apartment and finish me off if he wanted to.” Marc admitted, knowing that his current living situation wasn’t exactly fort knox. “So why bother sending a spy on me?” 

“He said he wanted to know what makes you tick. Whether the rumors that you were unwell were true.” 

y/n paused and spoke with hesitation in his voice. “If there really are two of you in there.”

From inside the system, Steven shifted uncomfortably. It seemed that the news of the system spreads fast. 

“ ‘If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.’ “

y/n smirked, amused by the words that the marine mumbled. “Same general said that? Or are you making shit up now.”

“Same one,” Marc acknowledged the young thing before Steven fronted. Immediately the man’s posture shrank and the little spy felt more at ease with the gift shopist accompanying them. “You do realize that what Harrow’s doing is wrong, don’ you?” 

“Bringing justice to those who commit wrongs?” y/n shook their head confidently. “I don’t see anything wrong about that.”

Steven stared at y/n in disbelief, letting out a small scoff. “You don’ see anything wron- you can’t be serious? He’s probably about to take out half the planet. Aren’t you pissed from that guy- that- Thanos? Do you really want something like that to happen again? After everything you’ve been through?”

“The difference between him and Harrow is that it's all perfectly designed. Harrow brings justice to all of this! He’s wanting to kill off people before they get the chance to do something wrong! The people who were blipped, were blipped without discrimination. Doctors, murderers, criminals, children, lawyers! There were innocent people whose lives were ruined. My life was ruined. I was innocent.“

Marc’s voice was stern and rigid, trying to clear y/n’s riled up demeanor before they got more worked up. Only they were still going.

“You’re putting a perfect world at jeopardy, Harrow needs to make sure you don’t get in the way and-”

“Alright, stop, stop, stop.” Marc holds up his palm to the young thing in a final attempt to stop them, careful not to show any sign of aggression. “It’s mass genocide.” 

y/n stared at the marine for a long moment, showing no sign of speaking. Maybe they were realizing the depth of Marc’s words? Had he gotten through? If so, he needed to act fast. So, Marc grabs his chair and pulls it so that he sits closer to the young thing. “Alright, y/n, I’m gonna need you to listen very carefully to me. Okay? Now, I know Harrow took you into his wing, fed you, clothed you, gave you a place to go, an’ you feel like you want to do what you can to help him. Pay him back, even. Trust me, I’ve been there before. Owed my life to a god myself and it got me in more trouble than you know. But Harrow’s working with a god whose concept of crimes is much different than you and I’s are, so there are people who are going to be punished for things that aren’t as bad as we make ‘em to be. And if it comes down to that you are called to die for a crime that you have yet to commit, do you think Harrow’s going to vouch for you? Well, do you?”

The spy, unwavering eyes staring into Marc’s own, said nothing. But they didn’t need to. Marc knew very well that he was slowly making sense to the young thing.

“What’s happened to you is going to happen again, only this time you’re going to see what a mess the world was when you left it. It wasn’t a pretty sight. And between you and I, I don’t think the world can handle something like that happening once more. Now, it doesn’t have to be this way. You can change that. But you’re gonna have to help me. how about you and I work together, hm? The more I know about how Harrow’s whole operation works, the better I’ll be able to take him down. How’s that sound, hm?”

Though Marc didn’t get his answer right away, instead he shot back against his chair when y/n abruptly stood up from the table and began to make their way to the door. Reaching for their shoes that they’d left, drenched in water from the rain outside, they hurriedly put them on.

“You’re crazy,” They grumbled from the doorway. Marc remained seated at his place from the table. 

“Please, let me walk you out.” Steven stood up from the seat and reached for the door. He opened it, stepping to the side and patiently waited for y/n as they finished. 

“Just think about my offer.” Marc urged as y/n straightened themselves up and gazed at him with reluctance in their eyes. “There are worse enemies out there than me, yknow.”

y/n, in all their confidence, strode past the marine and exited into the hallway of the floor that they shared. Swiftly they strode to their apartment at the end of the hall, and as Marc watched them he watched how their stride fell almost too quickly when they noticed a bouquet of tulips awaiting their doorstep. 

Now, Marc didn’t know what exactly was in the letter that waited inside of the bouquet. But whatever was written inside of that piece of paper had made y/n question the theology behind Harrow’s conquest, as a few hours after their lovely conversation were they waiting outside of his doorstep with tulips in their hands. 

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Bloody Beetle | Part Two

Summary: after being almost killed by Harrow, the reader deals with declining health, while Steven deals with everything else; including his wife

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader, some Arthur Harrow x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: talk about death, reader is super weak and ill for all of this, angtsy, Arthur Harrow (apparently he is his own warning)

A/N: you guys requested part two so here we go, I hope you like it! There will be at least one more chapter of this story, maybe more... A lot of the dialogue is taken from episode 2 so all credit to the fabulous Moon Knight writers for that. As always, spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

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Part One | Series Masterlist

“I’m Marc, Marc Spector. It’s good to finally meet you.” 

“I don’t… I don't understand…” 

As you stare up at the man above you, trying to make sense of how this ‘Marc’ can look so much like your Steven, you feel yourself begin to drift out of consciousness.

— — — — 

You awake to the sound of raised voices. A female voice you don't recognise, and a male one that you do. 

“Steven?” Your voice croaks as you sit up and look around. You appear to be in some sort of attic like apartment, dark and filled with enough books to start a library. “Steven?” You call again, louder this time as you slowly swing your legs to the side of the bed.

“Y/N! Oh my God you're awake!” Steven rushes to your side “How are you feeling?” 

“I don’t know- where am I? How did I get here?” You ask, attempting to stand but your head starts spinning causing you to stumble. 

“Woah woah, slow down” Steven catches you and helps you sit back on the edge of the bed “let me get you some water”

“I got it” another voice startles you as a woman appears with a glass and hands it to you.

“thanks…” you say slowly, looking from the woman to Steven as you take a sip of water. 

“This is Layla, she… uh… she’s-”

“His wife.” Layla interrupts.

“Wife?!” You nearly choke on your drink. “I didn’t know you were married” you say, trying to sound casual despite the sinking feeling in your chest. You’d liked Steven for a while now, but never had the courage to actually ask him out. Maybe its a good job you didn't.

“No! No no, I’m not but Marc is apparently.” Steven flusters, then quickly turns to Layla “not that there’s anything wrong with being married to you, you seem lovely but I-”

“Look I just need you to sign the papers that you sent me, and then we won’t be married anymore and you can carry on with this weird Steven act that you have going on. Okay?” 

“I told you it’s not an act, I am Steven!”

“I’m really sorry to break up… whatever this is” you interrupt as they resume bickering “But I really need someone to explain to me what the hell is going on before I actually lose my mind!”

There’s an awkward moment of silence as the two look at you in shock while you catch your breath after your little outburst. 

“Layla can you give us a minute please?” Steven says gently, without taking his eyes off you. 

Layla doesn’t say anything as she turns and disappears to the kitchen. 

Steven takes a deep breath before explaining to you as best he could what had happened since you were unconscious. About discovering this other guy, Marc Spector, living inside him. How Marc had carried you back to Steven’s flat after you passed out in the museum, and how you’d been asleep for a whole day. About how in the time you’d been asleep he’d fought a jackal and accidentally destroyed the museum toilets in the process, then been found by Layla who helped him escape the giant skeleton bird that was chasing him. 

“Khonshu?” You ask in disbelief “You’re an avatar for the Egyptian God of the moon?” 

“Well Marc is, but I guess kind of? It’s really complicated, I haven’t quite worked it out myself yet.”

“And the creepy guy from the museum is an avatar for Ammit?”

“Yep”

“And he’s looking for this beetle thing so he can free her and judge every living soul on this planet?”

“Bingo” 

“So what makes him think that you know where it is?” 

“Because he has it” Layla appears again, holding a shining golden beetle in her hand.

“Layla-” Steven starts but Layla stops him.

“Don’t. After everything we’ve been through, fighting side by side Marc-”

“I am not Marc Spector!” Steven shouts, startling you. “I’m Steven Grant. I work in a gift shop- well I used to work in a gift shop.”

“What do you mean, ‘used to’?” You ask, your heart sinking again at the thought of being at work without him by your side. 

“I got fired. For vandalising the toilet.” He turns back to Layla “Listen, I don’t want anything to do with that scarab but Y/N is in real danger and I think I am too. And I think that you might be the only person that can help us.” He pauses “Please” 

There’s a silence as Layla looks between Steven and you, thinking about her next move. 

“You really don’t remember why we’ve been looking for this?” She asks, Steven shakes his head. “Our adventures? Our life together?” 

“God I wish I could”

A knock at the door makes the three of you jump. 

“Steven Grant? Can we have a word?” A voice calls from the other side of the door.

“Oh God they’ve come for me” Steven looks panicked.

There’s another knock.

“Just a minute” Steven responds slowly making his way to the door and opening it just enough to see the people on the other side. 

You and Layla exchange nervous glances while Steven has a hushed conversation at the front door. Suddenly the door bangs open as one of the officers barges through the door, and when you turn back you realise Layla is gone. You just catch a glimpse of her as she disappears through the window out onto the roof. 

“Is this about the toilet? Because it’s been dealt with, I’ve been sacked” You hear Steven nervously rambling as the officers begin looking around the flat. 

The female stops when she sees you sat on the bed, glancing from you to the foot of the bed. This is when you notice the restraints attached to the base of the bed. “Everything okay here?” She asks casually but clearly checking on you. You nod.

“Oh, I have a sleeping disorder.” Steven states before continuing his rambling “and well, the museum said they wouldn’t press charges as long as I do it in instalments, they said-”

“What’s this?” The male officer suddenly appears holding a small pyramid shaped object. 

“Its a paper weight”

“Where did you get it?”

“…paperweight shop” Steven replies, nervously watching the other officer as she circles near you. 

You watch as she goes to the window and looks out as if she’s searching for something. You hope Layla was smart enough to hide. Its only when she retreats back inside you realise you’ve been holding your breath and let out a sigh. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” The lady asks you, quieter this time so only you can hear. 

“Yeah, I’m just feeling a little under the weather today” you reply trying to sound relaxed despite the sudden intrusion and the constant spinning in your head.

“You’re in possession of a stolen item” you hear the male officer telling Steven.

“No, I don’t have it. I don’t. It’s not here.” Steven pleads as the officer searches through a gym bag on the table, pulling out a passport. 

“Marc Spector?” He questions. 

“That’s not mine”

“Funny that. Fella looks just like you.”

“Fake passport and a thief. I think you best come with us son.” The female officer says as the male handcuffs Steven. “You too love” she turns to you.

“No, she hasn't- she’s nothing to do with this!” Steven argues but they don’t listen. The female officer gestures for you to follow and you feel a wave of panic. What if you pass out again? Will they think Steven has done something to you? 

You take a breath and stand, closing your eyes tightly as the room spins.

“Please, she’s not well” you hear Steven almost begging them to leave you alone and feel a pair of hands hold you up by the arm. You open your eyes and the female looks at you. 

“We won’t cuff you, but we do need you to come with us” she explains, leading you to the door and out of the building. 

— — — — 

The car journey is mostly spent leaning against the headrest behind you while you listen to the officers in the front of the car argue with Steven about who he is and what he’s done. 

“We’ve only got ourselves a full blown international fugitive” the woman says. 

“It’s not- it’s a mistake. It’s not me”

“Marc Spector was part of a team of mercenaries that hit a dig site in Egypt. Here’s what they did to the archeologists. Zip tied and shot in the back of the head, execution style.”

“That’s dark man” the male officer says in disgust. 

“No, no, no. I didn’t do that” he turns to look at you “That’s not me”

“Of course you didn’t… Steven” the female officer says sarcastically, but Steven remains looking at you like he’s desperate for you to believe him. 

Eventually the car comes to a stop and you look out the window to see you’re in some random dark back street. 

“I thought we were going to the police station” Steven says as the male officer looks at him through the mirror. 

“Now why would you think that?” He replies sinisterly and as he adjusts the rearview mirror you spot the scale tattoo on his wrist. Another wave of panic hits you.

“Sit tight yeah” the woman says as they both exit the car, leaving you and Steven alone.

“No” Steven whispers under his breath, sounding defeated.

“Why would they bring us here?” You ask as you try to open the locked car doors.

“I don’t know exactly, but those tattoos…” Steven doesn’t finish his sentence, too distracted searching the darkness through the car window.

“Steven… I’m scared” you admit and he turns to you.

“I know, Y/N, I am so so sorry I dragged you into this-”

“-But if this is about that beetle, you cannot give it to him.”

Steven is about to argue when a bang makes you both jump and you see a young girl running near the car. Steven taps his head against the glass window as you both shout trying to get her attention. 

“Hello! Excuse me, could you help us? Help please, we’ve been kidnapped!”

The girl bends down to grab something then stands up, holding a football in the air and exposing the scale tattoo on her wrist. 

“She's one too” 

Steven looks past you, to his reflection in the glass window. 

“No, no I saw what you did to those people” he shakes his head.

“Steven?” You ask, looking at the window next to you to see there’s no one there “Who are you talking to?” He turns to look at his reflection in the rearview mirror.

“I am never giving you control again. Ever!” He shouts, and you realise he’s talking to Marc. “Do you hear me?”

“I hear you loud and clear, Steven Grant of the gift shop.” A voice comes through the car radio, a voice that sends a shiver through your body. 

Suddenly the car doors are opened, causing Steven to fall out and you hear a thud as he hits the floor. 

“Steven!” You shout as two hands grab you, pulling you from the car. “Get off me! Steven?!” 

“I’m sorry for the wait” Arthur Harrow says as he crouches beside Steven “We just needed a chance to better understand your situation. Let’s get you out of those cuffs.”

He takes the keys off the female ‘officer’ and removes Stevens handcuffs as the ‘officers’ walk away. 

“Well no wonder your scales don’t balance.” He helps Steven stand up. “It must be very difficult having all those voices inside one head. Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Khonshu. I’m curious, do you think Khonshu chose you as his avatar because your mind would be so easy to break or because it was broken already?”

“I’m not broken.” Steven argues “Just need some help, maybe.”

“Thats right. That’s why I’m here, to help.” He turns his attention to you as the person holding you leads you around the car to stand by Steven. “Ah, Y/N Y/L/N. I am so very glad to be seeing you again. How are you?” 

Arthur gestures for the person holding you to release you and as he does you feel your body go weak. You stumble forward and Arthur catches you, holding you up and looking into your eyes like he’s studying your soul.

“She’s ill because of you” Steven states angrily from beside you.

“No” Arthur says calmly, still studying you with his piercing blue eyes “her evil has made her ill”

“I am not evil” you try to sound strong buy your voice comes out as a breathless whisper.

“Maybe not…” he places a hand on your cheek, gently moving a strand of hair that has fallen across your face “…but your actions will be.” He looks at you with such sadness that you feel your own eyes begin to water. Then suddenly he removes his hand and gestures for one of his followers to come. “Please take our sick friend to one of the guest rooms to rest.”

“No, I’m not going anywhere” you look at Steven in fear.

“Don’t worry, Steven will be right here.” Arthur reassures you as two random women take you by the arm, not harshly but firm enough to know you can’t fight back. “I just need a moment to talk with him alone."

“Steven!” You call out and he can hear the panic in your voice. You look over your shoulder at him as you're pulled away.

“I’ll find you” he says, and you see in his eyes that he means it. “I promise”

In that moment you feel you can trust this man with your life. 

You allow them to lead you away from the busy communal area and to a quiet bedroom. They help you into bed, lay you down and make sure you're comfortable before leaving you to rest. The minute your body relaxes into the mattress you feel like you could fall asleep. You fight to stay awake, wanting Steven to come find you. It doesn’t take long for the exhaustion to take over, pulling you into a deep sleep.

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A low rumbling shakes through the building, waking you up. In the distance you hear shouting and the sound of Harrow’s followers running outside your door. You try to sit up but your body has lost all strength. 

“Hello? Steven? Anyone?” You call out but no one comes. 

After what feels like a lifetime, but was probably only half an hour later, you hear the door to your room finally open. The sound of footsteps and a cane tapping the floor let you know that Harrow has entered the room and is making his way around the bed to the side you’re laying. He stops when he’s in your view. 

“I trust you had a good sleep” he says, resting his hands on his cane. 

“What’s going on? I heard shouting… Where’s Steven?” 

Arthur sighs, gesturing to the edge of the bed “May I sit?” You give him a small nod and he sits, looking at you sympathetically. “Steven’s gone Y/N” 

“What?”

“He left, with another girl and the scarab.”

“Layla…” you whisper under your breath, realising she must have come for him “no, no he wouldn’t just leave me here. He wouldn’t-”

“He did”

“He promised!” You try to sit up but fall straight back down, defeated and exhausted. Harrow watches you silently for a moment as you squeeze your eyes shut tightly, but tears still escape.

“I’m sorry” he says softly, causing you to look at him “humanity can be so disappointing”

“I don’t blame him for leaving me behind, dragging around a dying girl can really slow you down” your voice croaks, causing Harrow to silently reach for the glass of water on the bedside table. He holds the glass to your lips allowing you to take a drink. When youre finished he places the glass back down and returns to just sitting observing you. “If you’re gonna kill me please just do it” you snap and he smirks. 

“Why would I kill you?”

“Steven’s not going to give you that beetle thing, and I wouldn’t let him even if he tried.”

“You would sacrifice your life to save the evil people in this world?” He looks genuinely fascinated by you.

“Not everyone who does bad things is evil! You don’t know people’s circumstances, the events in their lives that led to them doing the wrong thing. We should try to help people, steer them to doing good things, not condemn them before they even have a chance.” Shaking your head as you speak causes a wave of pain to shoot through your body and you let out a grunt, closing your eyes tightly and taking a breath. “How long do I have left?” 

As you slowly open your eyes to look at Harrow, you notice he almost looks remorseful. He stands up from the bed, reaching over to place a hand on your head and gripping his cane with the other.

“Go back to sleep now. It’ll be over soon.” 

And with that he turns and leaves, as you once again drift into darkness. 

Part Three

Taglist: toracainz / pinkiestwinkie / malaanii / galacticstxrdust / 

(tagged those who asked or seemed interested in part two, if you want to be removed or added to the tag list please let me know 🤍)

[myers-meadow]

Meadow's Masterlist

My list of works is growing and growing, so here is a masterlist. Last updated on 18-04-2023. All my writing, even the shorter pieces that don't go onto AO3, are reblogged over at @myers-meadow-archive for ease of keeping track and archival purposes.

The links are in order of fandom, the newest writings are at the top.

Reblogging my writing is very much appreciated, but reposting it, on any site, is plagiarism.

My AO3

Otis B. Driftwood

A muse for him and him alone (heed warnings, multichap)

Gn reader: Knocking on a stranger's door (sfw, alternate beginning to Sweet thing)

Fem reader: Sweet thing/forgotten hot cocoa (mild smut, oneshot)

New Year's (drabble, sfw)

Gn reader: Late Night Visit (to the Firefly House), (sfw, oneshot).

Dating headcanons

Slow burn Otis Driftwood x OC in an AU shared with @immortal-velociraptor and @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better. Chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter 6.1, chapter 6.2.

Moon Boys/Arthur Harrow

Moon boys and Arthur Harrow x OCs: Chapter one.

The Grabber

Eggs for breakfast (request)

The Grabber x Max's girlfriend: The rhythm of life (heed warnings, one-shot).

Punishment (18 +, heed warnings, drabble)

Birthday headcanons

Male reader headcanons (request, sfw)

Request masochist reader (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Helpful people get rewarded (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Request for apprentice reader (sfw)

Sinclair brothers

Bo Sinclair x reader: Planetarium. (angst, comfort, sfw, oneshot)

Multi-chapter fic Vincent x OC x Bo/Poly Sinclairs. The Ambrose Summer Vacation. Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. (ongoing, 18 +)

Vincent Sinclair x gn reader: art and comfort request.

Bo Sinclair x fem OC: Sweet treat. (18 +, oneshot)

Ambrose Boba Tea Shop AU Vincent/Mango boba; Lester/Black milk tea

Vincent x you/female reader x Bo Drabble

Michael Myers

Feeding him by accident (sfw, oneshot)

Sunday roast (sfw, oneshot)

With s/o who likes being picked up (request, headcanons)

RZ Michael Myers x female therapist: New urge (heed warnings, oneshot, 18 +)

Wrapped with a ribbon (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Through lace curtains. (18 +, drabble)

Valentine's Day in Smiths Grove (sfw, oneshot)

Care for me, 18 +, heed the warnings for each chapter. part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5 (final)

Stargazing (fluff, sfw, oneshot)

Untitled fluff (sfw, oneshot)

Shapes on his skin (fluff, sfw, oneshot)

Floral and fading (smut, oneshot)

Priest! Michael Myers (RZ) 18 + heed warnings

Thomas Hewitt

Letter by letter (sfw, oneshot)

Musings of Luda Mae (Sfw)

Kiss your boyfriend (dark, oneshot)

Safe with him (dark, spiritual sequel to Kiss Your Boyfriend, drabble)

Other horror characters/Multiple fandoms

Valak x reader, Ed Warren x reader: Serpent Tongue (dark, 18 + heed warnings, oneshot)

Jason Voorhees x reader: A Strawberry Summer (fluff, sfw, oneshot).

Slashers and their favourite flowers headcannon list

Notes from your slasher S/O

Other fandoms

Gaunter O'Dimm from The Witcher 3 - multichapter (completed), oneshots

Nuada Silverlance from Hellboy 2 - multichapter (completed)

King Radovid and Geralt of Rivia oneshots

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

[dominantslasherking]

Slashers x Male S/o Masterlist 1

Hello, my devilishly handsome readers, Here is my Master list.

MASTERLIST PT 2.

Btw, Dominant Male reader FOR all of them.

Warning emoji⚠️⚠️ With the one that has smut.

Hannibal Lecter

Hannibal x Male reader PT 1 Backstory: Hannibal has an Animalistic urge to make you his, god how possessive this cannibal is and he wants everyone to know who you belong to, He invites you to dinner. POWER BOTTOM HANNIBAL. Hannibal x Male reader PT 2 Backstory: Hannibal has an Animalistic urge to make you his, god how possessive this cannibal is and he wants everyone to know who you belong to, He invites you to dinner. POWER BOTTOM HANNIBAL.

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Hannibal x Male reader⚠️ (Requested): How about Power Bottom Hannibal Lecter from NBC riding male reader

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Hannibal x Male reader

(Requested): i really like the addams male reader idea! do you think you could do it with another character? maybe hannibal? i feel like that'd work well together (reader x hannibal to be clear)

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Hannibal x Male reader ⚠️ (Requested): hhhhhhh sorry if this might be annoying since you just did an ask with him (but reading it got me feeling some type way 💀) but could you write something with hannibal that includes smut? likeee not to be dramatic but ur a godsend for male readers tbh

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Hannibal x Male reader (Requested) Can I request Hannibal x reader where reader is like Michael Myers and doesn't speak much they met one night where reader was hunting he's victim and hannibal saw him and taken an interest in reader

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Hannibal x Male reader [Requested] Okey what about a reader with Hannibal Lecter who is his patient who have anger issues, and Hannibal is helping him building some patience with cockwarming.⚠️⚠️

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Hannibal x Male reader [Requested] In which, you get kidnapped by Hannibal Lecter, as he could no longer hold himself back for his desirable and insatiable love for you.

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Hannibal x Male reader [Requested]Listening to Hannibal whisper some of the most arousing things in your ear during a party. Scenarios of you two being caught fucking or him disappearing under the table to suck you off. Once all the guest leave you bend him over the closet counter or table and immediately get to work on fucking him.⚠️⚠️

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Hannibal x Male reader [Requested] Tooth rotting fluff with any slasher you have in mind

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Hannibal x Male reader [Requested]Hannibal with a boyfriend (reader) who is js like...absolutely smitten and is so in love with him and will do anything for him -- Hannibal x Male reader [Requested] the reader is so big that when they are doing the nasty Hannibal stomach is bulging a bit because of how big the reader is ⚠️⚠️

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Hannigram/Hannibal and Will

Hannigram x Male reader You save the Murder husbands and nurse them back to health, with them falling into a possessive love for you not knowing that you were a sort of an anomaly yourself, being that you are a blood-sucking vampire some called you count Dracula, but you adored the name which was (Name).

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Hannigram x Male reader You're a famous murder investigator and you are on the case of the Chesapeake ripper, in your alone time you figure out who they are...However they know that you know...and well, you are too entranced by them to let anyone know, and maybe they also have caught a deep interest.

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Hannigram x Male reader you're an android assigned to hunt deviants in Minnesota, However, you soon realize you are also becoming a deviant because of these feelings for two certain killers

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Hannigram x Male reader [Requested]Could I request Hannigram x a demon s/o? I think it would be really interesting to see how they would interact

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Billy and Stu

Billy and Stu x Male reader You find out about Billy and Stu, your closest friends being scream after they decided to reveal themselves to you, And have a little fun. POWERBOTTOM BILLY AND STU. SLIGHT NSFW.

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Billy and Stu x Male reader Billy, Stu, and you are at school when they start getting jealous when the new girl hits on you, they try hard to contain it around Sidney and Tatum because they still have to kill them later and are still in a "relationship" with them.

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Billy and Stu x Male reader You see Billy and Stu playing around with Sidney before they kill her, but she grabbed a knife and suddenly escaped, Right into your arms, oh god what you would do for these men.

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Billy and Stu x Male reader Everyone in the school, knows About yours, Billy, and Stu's relationship after Tatum's and Sidney's body being found dead in the woods, with some other bodies. The cops question Billy and Stu, but they have their alibi.

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Billy and Stu x Male reader You're the loner at school, and so when the two scream killers target you, they get too invested in their liking for you.

-- Billy and Stu x Male reader You're a famous well known Slasher, Billy and Stu are big fans so once they see you in the asylum they take the opportunity to be around you much to the other slasher's annoyance.

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Billy and Stu x Male reader (Requested) Ok all I need at this moment is billy and Stu being bratty to reader in bed and reader punishing them.⚠️

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Billy and Stu x Male reader (Requested) Billy and Stu were out killing, and see you feeding/killing someone, they are completely enamored with you.

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Billy and Stu x Male reader Billy and Stu with a greaser boyfriend

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Billy and Stu x Male reader (Requested) More Billy and Stu x Vampire Male Reader

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Billy and Stu x Male reader (Requested) I think a big dumb farm boy reader with billy and stu or billy lenz would be so fun. Like himbo dumbass cowboy and his slasher boyfriend

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Stu x Male reader You get a video from Stu...(I don't own the video, I found it on Pinterest and thought it was funny, credit goes to the TikTok user who uploaded it .)

Billy and Stu x Male Reader (Requested) More Addams family based male reader x billy loomis and stu macher

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Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen

Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen x Male reader (Requested) Power bottom Danny Johnson 👀

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Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen x Male Reader

[Requested](whatever character cause i can't think of anyone rn lol) who's obsessed with and obsessed with pleasing the reader? like would absolutely do anything to worship him

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Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen x Male reader Danny is getting possessive once these idiotic copycat killers try to come after his man--(you)

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Michael Myers

Michael Myers x Male reader Moving into a killers house wasn't to bad, until the lights suddenly turn off and you run into, the killer himself.

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Michael Myers x Male reader (Requested) Like imagine dragon male reader blowing Jason or Michaels back out⚠️

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Michael Myers x Male reader (Requested) Michael Myers x Childhood Friend Male reader Basically Michael had only one friend which was Male reader and he ends up meeting Make reader after so many years and becomes obsessed with him Love you And your work&lt;333

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Michael Myers x Male reader (Requested) hello! could i request michael myers x a reader who's like hannibal? (seggsy smart cannibal type shit 😛) maybe they would've met in the psychiatric hospital and then worked together (eventually as lovers) when they escape

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Michael Myers x Male reader (Requested) Michael Myers x Idk Two Faced Male reader Basically the Reader portrays himself as a kind person bit is really a evil,cunning asshole. -- Michael Myers x Male reader/ [Requested] Being friends with Michael since childhood, breaking out of Smith's grove with him, all the while Michael is developing feelings for the reader. After they break out Michael decides to ride the reader for being so good to him and helping him escape⚠️⚠️

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Michael and Jason

Michael and Jason x Male reader (Requested) Poly Relationship Michael Myers and Jason x Emotionless Male reader. Basically Michael and Jason becomes interested in Male reader due to Male reader not reacting to a victim running to them for help and just ignores the victim. You can add smut if you want &lt;3

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Jason Voorhes

Jason Voorhes x Male reader⚠️ Imagine Jason dating a tall dominant Male reader and gets jealous of a camper flirting with Male reader and ends up having jealousy sex So basically Power bottom Jason Ig sorry not good at requesting

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Chucky and Tiffany

Chucky and Tiffany x Male reader Chucky and Tiffany with Dominant male vampire S/o.

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Chucky and Tiffany x Male reader (Requested) Imagine Chucky and Tiffany meeting Demon Male reader who was in the middle of a kill and Chucky and Tiffany witnessing it and becomes interested in Male Reader

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Chucky and Tiffany x Male reader (Requested) Human Chucky and Tiffany threesome orrrrrr just Chucky getting railed whatever you’re comfortable with⚠️

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Chucky x Male reader Chucky falls into an obsessive type of love with Andy's adopted older brother which is you.

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Chucky x Male reader [Requested]Okay okay hear me out; in the flashback from Curse of Chucky we find out that Charles was obsessed with and wanted a family with Sarah Pierce, right? So what about Charles Lee Ray with a breeding kink?

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Pennywise(2017)

Pennywise x Male reader You are mates with Pennywise.

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Norman Bates

Norman Bates x Male reader You ask norman on a date, and you hate how the people of the town treat him

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Norman Bates x Male reader [Requested]hiiii, could you do another norman bates oneshot? i really liked your first one! if you're up to it can you include some smut? if not then how about a sort of peephole scene?

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Norman Bates x Male reader [Requested] hey can i ask a norman bates x reader with the addams reader? i totally understand if you're tired or something or writing that kind of reader so if you are then all i ask is basically anything with norman bates (though i do think a peephole scene would be mmmm)❤️

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Norman Bates x Male reader [Requested]Hi! So I adore all of your Norman Bates fics but sadly there is not enough! So I would just like to request another smut one with a really seductive dom male reader who manages to seduce Norman and whatnot- does that make sense? Kind of like a succubus I guess but a male? Also if you could throw in a heap of praise kinks that would be fantastic!⚠️

Part two of this one ^^ Norman Bates x Male reader [Requested] Hi hi! I'm so grateful for all your fics because your writing is immaculate and I can never get enough about how talented you are! If it was okay with you, could I request another Norman Bates fic (once again haha) where it's sort of a continuation of the last fic with the really seductive reader but this time everytime he walks by Norman he whispers something rlly flirty/dirty in his ear ("Hey pretty boy" or "what a pretty neck you have, would look better with my lips on it" ect up to you). Just assuming Norman reaches his limit of flustered and just snaps eventually 🤷‍♂️

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Patrick Bateman

Patrick Bateman x Male reader At first you thought your boss hated you with the way he acted, but it seems Patrick Bateman was just distant because of his rapid feelings for you, which seems to become more obvious as the days pass.

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Patrick Bateman x Male reader [Requested] hello! may i please request a Patrick Bateman x reader with smut? something like him getting jealous and the reader -reminding- him that he only has eyes for him i think it might be fun to see Patrick still trying to act bitter while they're fucking but probably couldn't keep up the act for long 💀⚠️⚠️

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Patrick Bateman x Male reader [Requested] can i request patrick bateman x reader where they are mutually kinda obsessed with eachother 😛 i don't really mind if you make it fluff/smut/a yandere sort of thing just whatever you're comfortable with!

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Patrick Bateman x Male reader Patrick realizes how much he thinks you are much more perfect then him, he's practically obsessing over you, and if he can't be you, he wants to be with you.

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Patrick Bateman x Male reader Just on a date with Patrick with some mild interruptions. --

Patrick Bateman x Male reader [Requested]Imagine railing the fuck out of Patrick Bateman after catching him flirting with one of his co-workers. Just railing him till he's a sobbing mess, begging for release knowing you won't give it to him until you've finished first.⚠️⚠️

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Pinhead

Pinhead x Male reader Just some fluff

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Brahms Heelshire

Brahms Heelshire x Male reader [Requested] Would it be possible to get some more Charles Lee Ray content or perhaps some Brahms Heelshire? Brahms has the perfect personality for some good bratty bottom content (and most likely he has a praise kink let’s be real) but for some reason people only seem to write him as a dom :(

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Brahms Heelshire x Male reader [Requested] So I was kind of thinking like….. reader catching Brahms fingering himself and reader just goes absolutely feral when he sees Brahms Subby Brahms maybe? Idk it was just a thought⚠️

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Brahms Heelshire x Male reader [requested] id like to request a oneshot with brahms since he's definitely my fav <3 something with like y/n being a sexy husband and brahms like totally obsessed with him not rlly smut but maybe like some thoughts about y/n from brahms lol

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Brahms Heelshire x Male reader [Requested]Imagine: walking in on Brahms humping/grinding against a pillow, trying and failing to not moan your name too loudly; and getting railed ruthlessly after being caught⚠️

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Joe Goldberg

Joe Goldberg x Male reader You meet Joe at a bookstore, god Joe would do anything for you, you weren't like Beck or Candace, you were so much better, you weren't his normal type, but he can settle for this, for you.

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Joe Goldberg x Male reader [Requested] I just read your Joe Goldberg with Dominant Male S/o and I really like it so how about male reader blowing Joe's back out⚠️

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Joe Goldberg x Male reader

[Requested] Imagine Male reader body worshipping Joe Goldberg in bed ⚠️

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Joe Goldberg x Male reader [Requested]i was thinking something to do with him taking the readers stuff (like clothes or whatever) and getting off with it ⚠️

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Joe Goldberg x Male reader [Requested] If you want to can you please do Joe Goldberg x Addams reader? Either first meeting the reader or meeting the family or both? I'm curious how Joe would react to being with a Addams family member

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Joe Goldberg x Male reader [Requested] (sorry if requests are closed at the moment, feel free to ignore!) but i need more joe goldberg x addams! reader please. Joe is obsessed when you speak french to him especially in public when he can barely contain himself from jumping on you.

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Male Carrie White

Male Carrie white x Male reader [Requested]You're a transfer student, to this school and see a boy getting bullied, but you notice something remakable about him, and you can't help but take an interest.

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Male Carrie White x Male reader [Requested] the reader is a part of the Addams family, Carey takes an interest and so do you.

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Male Carrie White x Male reader [Requested] Can I request more male!Carrie x reader? It's such a good idea and I just love Carrie &lt;3 thank you! It can be smut or just fluff either or I don't really mind!

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The Collector/Asa Emory

The Collector/Asa Emory x Male reader [Requested] Hi! Can I request Asa Emory or Jesse Chromskull with a cannibal reader who cooks for them? Like he's a househusband and they always have a meal for them when they get home? Thank you, have a nice day!

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The Collector/Asa Emory x Male reader [Requested]Can I request The Collecter/Asa Emory with a cannibal male reader smut? Thank you!⚠️

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The Collector/Asa Emory x Male reader [Requested] Smut! Asa Emory x His Favorite Collection Male Reader. Basically asa was obsessed with male reader but was pissed at male reader being married so he killed his wife and 'collected him' ig Idk if it makes sense⚠️

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The Collector/Asa Emory x Male reader [Requested]Smut Asa Emory x Possessive Male reader⚠️

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Leatherface(s)

Bubba Sawyer x Male reader Bubba just chilling with his fiancee, but some victims just have to always hit on his man!

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Dracula(2020)

Dracula x Male reader You tell sister Agatha the tell of your stay with Dracula, but oh, it doesn't end there, Dracula wants his husband back.

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Dracula x Male reader [Reqested] Could I request a Dracula fic pls, if you still write for him. Maybe a fluff and smut all romantic like but still rough? Imagine yourself as the reincarnated Husband of Dracula, and his lust in his every movement seems through and throughout, after all, he is a rather jealous creature who doesn't like to share what's his. ⚠️⚠️ -- Dracula x Male reader [Requested] if you can just make fluffy moments. No smut or anything like that but just Dracula and his lover enjoying each other’s company. Dracula prepares a soothing bath with rose petals and scented oils. He and his lover soak in the warm water, talking and enjoying each other's presence.

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David Mccall

David Mccall x Male reader You're Nicole's big brother adopted of course, What happens, you meet David? He seems to be a little bit obsessed with you...well a little bit would be an understatement...⚠️ Part 2 ^^⚠️

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Arthur Harrow

Arthur Harrow x Male reader He thought Ammit was the one he needed, but he was so very wrong. Arthur found a new god, he was going to worship, whatever it takes.

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Arthur Harrow x Male Reader Falling and beginning to worship a god, that is Khonshu's close friend...wasn't a part of his plan. And somehow being able to kidnap the god in his human form, make it so much easier for Arthur.⚠️

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Arthur Harrow x Male Reader

[Requested] i can I request for Arthur Harrow with a really possessive and rough reader]

Imagine, having Arthur as your Avatar(You're a god) and you find out he's trying to bring back Ammit, you are not pleased. Yandere S/o but also Yandere Arthur as well. Arthur is like a masochist in this one. Btw Kinda fluffy---But in a good way that it fits with the story

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DARK!Edward Scissorhands

Edward Scissorhands x Male reader [Requested]Edward goes a 'little' psycho and ends up killing a lot of people, comes to realize that he was jealous because the towns people kept taking up your time.

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Xenomorphs

Xenomorph x Male reader The world is being attacked/invaded by Aliens, called Xenomorphs, what happens when a group of male species of these aliens makes you their King after they find out you're their mate?

Kurt Kunkle (Spree 2020) Kurt Kunkle x Male reader [Requested]i had a dream u posted kurt kunkle fic thing and tbh now that's what i've been thing about all day 😭my skrunkly little virgin streamer &lt;;33

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Kurt Kunkle x Male reader [Requested] Can I request a Kurt Kunkle story where reader gets picked up and starts hardcore flirting with him and like leaning in closer and putting his hand on Kurt’s thigh as Kurt gets more and more flustered. He eventually puts a poll up to the chat asking what to do and everyone votes fuck, and he leans over to suck readers dick. I feel like he’d sound good gagging as we praise him for how good he feels as his chat is going crazy as this is happening⚠️⚠️

PART 2 OF THIS REQUEST ^^ Kurt rides the [Name]⚠️⚠️

MORE COMING SOON

Homelander

Homelander x Male reader You are a part of the Eight under the hero allies The Scarlet Warlock, and the most dangerous superheroes want you, even if it means revealing his feelings on live television in front of millions. Yes lol, powers of the scarlet witch from Marvel

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Homelander x Male reader [requested] Can you do something smutty with Homelander plz??⚠️⚠️

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Homelander x Male reader [Requested]More homelander fics pls: Vought recently presented their new Supe, and Homelander at first wasn't cheery about it...But it seems deep down Homelander carves his attention.YANDERE Homelander. VAMPIRIC READER

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair x Male reader [requested] Hi Hiii Can I get some Vincent Sinclair x Male Reader maybe smut?⚠️⚠️ -- MORE COMING SOON Black Noir Black Noir x Male reader [Requested}hiya i really liked your homelander fic and i wanted to request another one with him (or really any other character from the boys that you'd like to do lmao)

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Black Noir x Male reader [Requested]could u make another part to that black noir one 🫶 idrc as far as nsfw goes i just love noir. You were a villain, a threat to Vought, but Noir just couldn't bring himself to kill his hunky villain.⚠️⚠️ MORE COMING SOON

Art The Clown Art The Clown x Male reader pt 1 After finishing up from a house party [Name] and his two female friends head to the diner where they meet a certain Clown, who seems to be infatuated entirely with You. And to say the least, Art the clown really wants to mate with you, he wants you to breed him. Not full on sex but leads up to it, Wanna part 2? DM me and we shall see

Art The clown x Male reader PT 2

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Jerry Dandridge[1985]

Jerry Dandridge x Male reader You are Charley's older brother, who returned home from college just in time, to meet the new...vampiric neighbor. but you not only have a past but you are also connected to one another.

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Predator/Yautja

Predator/Yautja x Male reader Male Yautja wants to breed with his human mate. ⚠️⚠️

Walter Deville

Walter Deville x Male reader [Requested] Hii would you write for Walter De Ville? getting married to Walter after killing his bride who was going to betray him..

[r0b1ns]

YOU SLAP THEIR ASS

X MALE READER

Characters: Matt Murdock, Eddie Brock, Steven grant, mark Spector, jake lockley, Thor, Arthur harrow, Bruce banner, jack Russell

CW: Ass slapping, mentions of spicy times

WORD COUNT: 400+

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MATT MURDOCK

He knows.

Doesn't try and stop you tho, he actually likes it.

Gets all cheeky and cracks dirty jokes, if he's in the mood he'll be totally down to be fucked by you no matter where you are.

Arches his ass towards you on purpose.

EDDIE BROCK

Is confused.

Oh so it's like that? It's only fair to return the favor.

"What do you think you're doing human"

"What you don't like it V?"

You make a game out of it, who slaps the other more times.

Venom helps whoever was less annoying this day.

STEVEN GRANT

"Oh, haha😃❓"

Gets so blushy.

You tell him how cute his ass is

"You think.. my ass is nice?"

Doesn't know how to react but he likes it.

Secretly hopes you'll slap his ass every time you walk by, but only when you're alone.

He's really embarrassed if you do this in public and asks you to not. Respect his boundaries.

He has a thing for you playing with his ass just saying.

MARK SPECTOR

"Really? You know I could break your arm right here and now?"

Finds it kinda funny and chases you around the house, when he catches you expect your ass to be beaten.

You brought it to yourself.

Calls you a dirty boy.

JAKE LOCKLEY

Oh yeah? You really did it?

😏

Bitch I dare you to do it again.

(You do it again)

Throws you over his shoulder and onto the bed.

Pines you down "that's what you get"

Pines your head down and the rest is up to you.

THOR

"Oh? 😊"

Slaps you back.

A little hard but that's ok.

Really enjoys it, it's like a habit for the two of you.

He just does it in public, like it's a form of greeting between the two of you.

"hey babe" *ass slap, cheek kiss*

ARTHUR HARROW

"Oh you wanna play dove?"

Doesn't mind it, but won't do it himself.

"Hm I'm busy now my love but we'll continue later"

May punish you later when you're alone iykyk.

BRUCE BANNER

"Oh is everything ok? Why did you do that?"

"Just thought your ass looked cute"

"Oh ok"

Awkward smile and he's blushing.

It'll take time for him to get used to it.

But he likes it, it makes him feel good.

JACK RUSSELL

"Oo haha that's something new"

Obsessed.

He wants to feel your hand on his ass every single moment.

He's really touch starved and will want every drop of effaction and touch he can get.

Will be surprised every single time.

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!GIFS ARE NOT MINE!

[hefeydonmyrauthatiliharkonnen]

I had a dream about Arthur but I don’t remember wtf happened I just remember following him around like a lost puppy. I want him so bad.

[nicktremblaywayfu]

The Goddess tied our fate (1/2)

Chapter 1 : One Merciful Night.

Author Note : Patient! Arthur needs more fics and i’m here bringing my smut series of him

Summary : Having an internship in this asylum was always giving you new experience. Your duty was simple, to take care of the patients, helping the nurse and doctors, sometimes taking notes for them. This particular patient named Arthur Harrow however, intrigued you. He was strange, bizzare, yet alluring. 

Rating : 18+ (Adults Only !)

Pairing : Arthur Harrow x F! Reader

Characters : Arthur Harrow, You (reader)

Warning : Slightly dubcon

Tags : Body possession, a hint of Ammit wanting the reader in THAT way, the reader is early 20s, Porn with semi-plot, Older man x Younger woman, age differences, height differences, power play, emotional manipulation, oral (male receiving), hair pulling, half-naked, using threats, porn with semi plot

Words : 2397

Available on Ao3 as well

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"Oh please, let me help you with that" It was the second time today he spilled his own decaf coffee. And right before he spilled it, "sand" murmured from his mouth. And he was always half conscious.

You cleaned the table, tidied it up again. He was still in sedative effect, making you wonder why they put him in such a state everyday. Almost, at the very least. There wasn't much on his table. Scribbled paper, markers, a rubber duck in doctor outfits, and coffee that he spilled. The rubber duck however, it was one of the most interesting out of those things.

"Once I had a dream, where I became a doctor and my patient was Khonshu's avatars. All of them are troubled and I was there to help." He told you his dream a week ago. He stated that the dream continued for the whole week, every night without fail.

You glanced at him, now already sleeping. There was a scales tattoo on his right arm, two crocodile heads holding the plate of the scales. You thought that he probably really liked Egyptian Enneads, as those gods were what he often told you about. Their story, how the Moon God abused him, how the Judgment Goddess saved him, and many more. You didn't exactly believe his story, yet there was a possibility. You saw the news 2 months ago, a pair of giant Gods fighting and two superheroes fighting bad guys on the screen. Strangely enough, you didn't see who they were fighting clearly. There was a glimpse of the main enemy, but the news focused on the gigantic Gods accidentally destroying the pyramid. Media blamed them for the destruction around, but that's all they can do. The gods have disappeared once again.

"What are you looking at?" The voice startled you, realizing you were drowned in your thoughts for minutes.

The voice however, there was something strange about it. A faint monstrous note can be heard for a second. You looked at the shoulder-length haired patient. Just minutes ago he was in deep sleep, now he glared at you sharply. Did they reduce his sedative dose ? There was no way a human could jump from unconsciousness this fast. Last time you were sedated, you needed hours to fully recover from the dizziness you got.

"Nothing, I was just thinking of some random things to entertain myself. I'll be back with a cup of water instead, alright? I'll put it in a bottle so you don't have to worry about spilling it." A smile was replied with a straight, sharp gaze from Arthur. Like he was plotting for revenge, but for whom exactly? You didn't do anything bad to him. Infact, you were mostly the one taking care of him. Hell you actually once bathed him, in which of course he gave you the permission.

He didn't answer, you politely step away to the kitchen, taking your necessity for him. As you returned, he was staring at nothing. You have no clue you should feel relieved or worried. No, he was not just staring at nothing. He was focusing, thinking of something. Perhaps having a conversation in his thoughts.

"Arthur, are you all right?" A soft pat on his shoulder startled him. Like he returned to himself, the sight of his tired old face was what you saw now. This was not the face you saw minutes ago, no. His mental note didn't state any sign of DID, and the way he acted was more like possessed.

"I'm fine." a soft stroke on your hand caught you off-guard. His hands were rough, but comfortable enough to touch. You quickly pulled your hand, not wanting to make other nurses or patients suspicious of you. 

He gave you a smirk, then returned to his gaze of nothing again. You took a look at the clock, 8 pm. For some people, that was an early hour to sleep but for Arthur, he needed 12 hours of sleep every night. Which already include him having episodes of randomly screaming in agony, sobbing in sadness, or once he even destroyed his own room with bare hands. Bed was flipped, the table was thrown. Shards of glass and his bloody footprints had become the floor carpets. He shouted to the guards and nurses, but the way he spoke was nothing human. He even bellowed like a real crocodile. The growls were way too authentic even for the most talented voice actors.

"It's bedtime Arthur." Your words were short, taking him in his wheelchair to his ward.

"Evening, hmph. The time where everything could happen. I hope she had mercy on me tonight." He let out a velvety chuckle.

She ? Was he talking about the doctor ? a nurse ? But you were the only one taking care of him these days, other than doctors having therapy sessions with him. No nurses or other internship staff were brave enough to be near Arthur. There was one, yet she was relieved knowing that you took her work on him.  No words coming out from your mouth, as you sided with silence.

Arriving at his room, darkness was the only one greeting you both. Lamp was turned on as you prepared the bed and helped the old man get up from his wheelchair. He was kinda limp, but way better than hours ago. He sat on the bed, looking at you to put his wheelchair in the corner of the room and opening the window to let in the breeze. You gave him his meds based on the prescription, and made sure he was comfortable enough as well adjusting the light for him to sleep. 

"I'll be here until 9 pm if you need anything. Well, to be fair, I was supposed to leave the room immediately after this but they gave me a permit. Just in case.." You weren't sure about continuing your sentence, which he already took a note of.

He just nodded, smirked before he slumped onto the bed. You pulled out your phone to kill time. Phone wasn't actually allowed in the patient room for safety and privacy, yet you managed to smuggle it inside your underwear.  5 minutes before the clock hit 9 pm, Arthur awoke from his sleep. Actually, he didn't sleep at all.

"He hasn't slept since you were here." The similar, monstrous voice emitted from his mouth. You froze in your place, weren't daring enough to look at what sat in front of you. The room was dark, the moon only shone on his lower body.

"He was lonely here. I am a goddess, he is a mortal. A mortal needs another mortal companion. That's how the law of nature goes." Your thumb stopped from mindless scrolling on social media.

"Entertain him, mortal. After all, you were the one responsible for his well-being."

 "How..do I entertain him?"

"By giving him what he needs, mortal." A deep, husky chuckles were heard in the room.

"I gave him food. I gave him drink, I gave him everything- who are you?!" You put your phone away, stood up and walked towards Arthur, which seemed to be possessed by something else. 

"I am his goddess. And you will obey me, do what I said and I will give this flesh prison a mercy for tonight." You gulped, you were facing a possibly supernatural thing. You could tell the guards or the doctor, yet you do not wish to make it worse for Arthur.

 "Don't you wanna enjoy his body? To give him a pleasure you desired. I can feel it whenever you are around him. You were always there when everyone gave up." 

"No i- I can't just do that thing here ! That's just straight unethical, He wasn't even conscious of consent. " Your voice was firm, making whatever controlling Arthur disappointed.

"Whatever he feels, I feel it. I remember that night he was battling his thought of your naked body on him, bouncing on his dick while him grasping on your breast. Oh he was drooling with the dirty thought, it was a very mortal need yet here i am. Whenever he suffered, I suffered. '' You have no clue what to feel with the very specific statement of the goddess, yet you weren't really mad. 

You admitted to yourself that you too had dirty thoughts about him especially when you saw his body. Thick pecs with round stomach, a dreamy dad body type. His arms still show strength as well his veins showing. You just sighed, words losing from your thoughts. How in hell you would have sex with a patient you were responsible for?

“It didn’t have to be exactly what he thought, right? All I need to do is satisfy his lust, is that true ?” You bargained with this goddess creature inside him.

“That would depend on the result.” The answer wasn't exactly what you wanted, but you got no choice. 

You peeked outside of the room, then locked it twice. You unbutton your shirt, taking off your bra. Now you were half naked in front of Arthur and his goddess inside.You kneeled in front of Arthur, unzipping his pants and stripping it off. That Goddess was right, right in front you was revealed an erection throbbing veiny cock. Pre cum even already dripping from the tip. You took it for a foreplay first, licking the shaft slowly from the base to the tip. Arthur growled, his voice sounded like a bellowing crocodile.

“I shall leave this pleasure to him. After all, he was the one who needed it.” In a blink of an eye, Arthur flinched like he just woke up from a lucid dream. He looked around, then at what lies in front of him.

“It wasn’t.. a dream ?” He cupped your cheek with one of his palms. His voice was rough, but not monstrous. 

“Your goddess told me to.” You could tell he had mixed feelings about this. The embarrassment if they found out was beyond imagination.

“I can stop if you want to. I do not wish to force you in this-”

“No. Please continue.” You just nodded, continuing giving his cock a taste of your saliva. 

Now You continued on lapping, sucking his throbbing cock. Your tongue was so wet, he could clearly feel it. His legs shook slightly as you put his cock deeper to your throat. You were now sucking, bobbing up and down on his cock slowly. When you did so, he grabbed onto your hair. His hands were warm, but not painful. Quite pleasant, indeed. Head thrown to the back, He groaned in pleasure.

You continued doing this for a while, till you felt his cock getting heavy. He had already been hard from the beginning, but now his head started throbbing.

“Oh my goddess,...please..” His eyes pleaded you, wanting more of you

You stopped for a second, looking into his eyes. They were filled with regret mixed with desire for you. Without saying a word, you moved back to your spot and resumed your work. Arthur moaned, but you were barely hearing his voice, your ears were filled with the sound of his breathing.

This was wrong, so wrong. What are you doing? Pleasure battling with regret, yet you have no intention to stop. You have enjoyed the job his goddess gave to you. Your tongue wrapped around his tip, catching Him off guard. You took the whole length of him, feeling his muscles tighten.

“Do you really think I’m worthy of this treatment?” He asked with his hoarse voice, trying to suppress the sounds he was releasing from himself.

“Of course.” Parting from his cock making a string of saliva, you replied.

“Hmmh. I am nothing but a failure. I deserved to rot here." He suddenly flinched, like something hitting him from the back.

"Isn't that the truth, My goddess? Here you are giving someone to satisfy my pleasure of sin." He stroked your hair softly, gazing at you soaked up with your own drool.

"I don't know what to say about that. I have no idea about you and your goddess." You were honest. This was the first time she directly had a conversation with you.

"Then we shall continue what we have started."

You nodded, putting his cock inside your mouth again. The way you gagged as it reached your throat making him moan. He grasped onto your hair, needing something to hold. You moved your head, tongue massaging his shaft while his tip continuously hitting the entrance of your throat.

Arthur was holding back the urge of coming. He closed his eyes tightly, clenching his fists so hard his knuckles turned snowy white. He opened his eyes a little, just enough to look at you and noticed your swollen lips around his erection. It was too late though, he couldn’t hold himself anymore. He roughly moved your head like a toy of pleasure. His breaths became uncontrollable, heavy, and husky. You were choked on his cock, unable to breathe. At last, he gave a final thrust. He spilled right into your throat, then pulled out. You bit your bottom lip and tried to swallow him completely. You were in a mess, an enjoyable sight.

You wiped his cum left on the side of your mouth, as well the drools streamed onto your bare breast.

"Let me help you with that." Arthur stood then took some tissue to clean you up. He stopped for seconds, looking at your eyes under the moonlight shine.

"What is it?"

"No. Nothing." His answers were unusually short. He helped you dress again, as well he tidied up his clothes. It seemed like whatever happened, didn't happen. No evidence, no witness but the goddess herself and both of you.

He came closer to you and hugged you tightly, resting his head against yours.

"Thank you. For helping me out."

"Anything for you as long as you would be spared from misery." You closed your eyes and returned his hug. Clock showing that you were half-hour late from the time limit, you told him that you will return tomorrow morning for his breakfast and check up with the doctor.  Just as you're about to head out, a familiar voice once again can be heard.

"I expected you to return tomorrow night, if you wanted him to have another peaceful night.”

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[atlasscrumpit]

Masterlist

Started 24/05/22

Moon Knight

Imagines 

MarcStevenJake

Corrupted Steven

Steven finds Jake in the Duat

Memory - MarcSteven

Jake kills Dr. Harrow

MarcJakeSteven prompts

JakeStevenMarc

MarcSteven

MarcJake

Smut

MarcSteven

Reader Insert

MarcJake

JakeSteven

MarcSteven

MarcStevenJake

JakeSteven

Professor Spector - Part 2

JakeSteven

MarcSteven

Series 

In This Line Of Work

Oneshots

Play along (yandere)

JakeSteven

JakeSteven

MarcStevenJake

Infected - MarcSteven

Male reader insert

Part 2^

Yandere Mk

Punishment (reader)

Part 2^

MarcSteven Yandere

Part 2^

Yandere x reader

Arthur x Reader

You belong here (reader)

Part 2 ^

JakeSteven yandere

Moon Dads

We're saving you

Part 2^

Marc x reader

Young reader

Moon Knight Vampire AU

Monster Monster

Nsfw yandere

Yandere Mk

One more bite

MarcStevenJake

Cold Reminders (yandere)

Part 2 ^

Lessons in obedience

Yandere MarcStevenJake

Part 2 ^

Yandere x reader

Yandere Marc

No matter how hard it gets

You can't leave

Young reader

Goddess reader

You need to learn

Platonic Yandere

I can't let you go

Never again

Just a bargain

Trust me

Nerves and burns

It's okay

Blood

Good behaviour

Insomnia

After a hard day

Young reader (mood dad's)

Marvel

Oneshots

Stucky x Reader

Bucky x Reader

Yandere Avengers - Part 2

Asylum

Avengers x reader

Bucky x reader

Matt Murdock x reader

Steve x reader

Hydra Stucky x reader

Avengers x reader / Just an A.I

Other

Yandere Din Djarin

Yandere Mando

[jokeringcutio]

Fics Listed (Feb 6 '24 )

I've got new updates folks. As Tumblr pages aren't that easily clickable on the app, here's a current up to date list with some of my writing.(Tumblr kept crashing so this is list is without pics)

IN THIS ENORMOUS POST YOU"LL FIND: Black Phone | Joker (2019) | Five Night's at Freddy's (William Afton & Stepdad AU) | Scream (Stu Macher & Stepbrother AU) | House of a 1000 Corpses/Devil’s Rejects / 3 From Hell | Terrifier | Moon Knight (2022) | Blue Eye Samurai | Pokémon | Enola Holmes(2020) | Once Upon A Time | Peter Pan/Hook | Crimson Peak | (Halloween2023 list including Crimson Peak & Stranger Things & Harry Potter & First Reformed ) Click below to unfold the list and browse. There's more to come lovelies <3

The Black Phone (2022) Albert Shaw / The Grabber:

Stories: *~* The Chance to make a Change (Grabber x Reader) When you end up in front of the Grabber’s house, you decide to take matters into your own hands and stop Albert Shaw from kidnapping and murdering these innocent boys like he does in the movie. You have good intentions. But will you succeed? (Rating Explicit, Lots of warnings and tags such as older man/younger woman, age difference, size difference, rape/noncon, violence, dead dove: do not eat, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, daddy kink, major character death, etc) *~* The Gift (Grabber x Reader) Your curiosity got the better of you (Mature, though not overtly explicit, kidnapping, older man/younger woman). *~* A Gift for his Gift - Albert Shaw / The Grabber x Reader Insert [ WARNINGS ] (Explicit, Dub/noncon elements/can be seen as a continuation of ‘the gift’). *~* TEARS - Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Kidnapped!Reader (Explicit, lots of warnings, Dacryphilia, Daddy Kink, Non-con elements). Reader hasn’t succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome yet. *~* HALLOWEEN DECORATION – SWEET GRABBER X READER VERSION (Explicit) Reader is Albert’s coworker. *~* TRICK OR TREAT – SWEET GRABBER X READER VERSION (Teen, No Warnings except perhaps dark undertones? But overall quite innocent). Reader rings Albert’s doorbell to trick-or-treat. *~*  Menstruation Kink - Grabber x Reader (NSFW, lots of Warnings) *~* Just as Dangerous Grabber x (f) Reader  Explicit. Warnings. Smut. Consensual Rough play, belt choking, daddy-kink and much more. Reader has been taken by the Grabber but he discovers she has her own agenda (killer Reader). 

Drabble:

*~* What if Reader got pregnant of the Grabber and he discovered her pregnancy, Mature themes *~* Reader is Albert Shaw’s younger girlfriend and helps him unwind. Explicit, Age Difference. *~* Reader has a nightmare but is comforted by the Grabber Explicit, Stockholm Syndrome, dubcon smut. *~* Reader scratches their own arms when Albert Shaw stops them, T, but self-harm (scratching), swearing (by reader), genneutral Reader. *~* Grabber Finds a Plushie, Yellow Bunny in your backpack, NC-17 due to themes. *~* A warm spring day in the garden with your family (implied kidnapping) * ~* You’re kidnapped and have insomnia (Smut), Explicit, Non-con warning. *~* You’re kidnapped and have amnesia [ Part 1 ], Mature. [ Part 2 ] *~* You’re his new neighbor and meet him when Samson enters your garden. Sweet, light drabble, bit of flirting, Rating: Teen. *~* The Grabber returns for you after you escaped him. Modern AU. Mature. Imagine: *~* Albert Shaw x (Teacher afab) Reader - Search Party

Headcannons: *~* Grabber x Male Cop Reader

Crossovers: Black Phone & Moon Knight ~*~  Albert Shaw x Reader x Arthur Harrow “ His Brother” : When his brother Albert joins the cult, Arthur orders you to marry him. You’re a tool to keep Albert in check. Or could there be more to it? Rating: Explicit. Warnings: Explicit sexual content, strangers to lovers, forced marriage, pining, dubcon-to-con, older men/younger woman, age difference, belt/choking

Crossovers: Black Phone & Joker Ficlets: ~*~ Reader is Joker’s girlfriend trying on a new costume, J swears to take revenge on her ex-boyfriend the Grabber, Warnings 18+, sexual content, references to Badass!Reader

Drabbles:

~*~The Magician - Reader and Arthur go to see a show, but the Magician is getting a bit too friendly. Rating: PG13, no real warnings except jealousy and possessive men.  ~*~ Bumping into Albert on way to date with Arthur, Rating: Teen.

Joker (2019) Arthur Fleck/Joker: Stories: *~*The Man Who Claimed To Be Yours - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] (Arthur Fleck x Reader : You are Sophie’s hired babysitter, taking care of Gigi the best you can, when suddenly one day, Sophie’s neighbour is standing in the apartment. Explicit! Dark Themes. See all Warnings on AO3!) *~*The Princess and the Clown - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] → You are a princess at a charity and Arthur is a clown. When you say something kind to him, he becomes obsessed with you. [ Modern Day AU. Mature. *~* No Family Man [ Chapter 1|  Chapter 2]  On AO3 - Finished. Summary: You met Arthur when you were just in high school, but by the time you got into university, you knew you’d fallen for him. But then, when your parents moved, you lost him. Little did you know he would return for you. And to give you that baby you once said you wanted. Warnings: Dubcon, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome? Daddy Kink, Older man x younger woman. 

Ficlets: ~*~ Ficlet: The Librarian and the Clown (Rating Teen) You notice the man as he comes in and asks your help using the computer. You’d never imagined he would come ask for your help in an entirely different matter.   ~*~ Savior Fill: I Need You (Reader Rescues Arthur from the boys who attack him, Joker returns the favor later on). A second fill, different to the one below this. ~ * ~ Savior Fill: I can handle myself(Reader rescues Arthur from the boys who attack him, Joker returns the favor by rescuing the reader later on). Warnings: (Mature for safety due to themes) Violence, (attempted) sexual assault, Crude Language, Clown beating, Blood, Murder. Drabbles:

The Rescue (Reader being Rescued by Joker) 

Pregnant with Arthur’s baby, there are complications (Angst)

You Meet Arthur in London years after leaving him without a word

Arthur sees Reader interact with their child

At the Movies- Reader goes to watch Joker again in Cinema and encounters him.

Arthur touching Himself on the phone - While speaking to reader, based on gif. (NSFW)

Arthur finds out that you are pregnant with his child

Continuation of Arthur finding reader is pregnant

Arthur with a chubbier/curvy S/O who is really soft

Reader makes Arthur cum in his pants and he calls them mommy

Prompt Fills: *~* NSFW ALPHABET for Arthur & Joker - Mature audiences only. Christmas Visit - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] → { THIS FIC SOMEHOW IS LOST?? } Imagines: *~* Reader’s Gary’s friend and Arthur’s Blind Date Imagine HeadCanons: *~* Arthur/Joker Love Language *~* Arthur/Joker at seeing their s/o injured in hospital *~* Arthur/Joker Pleasure with Younger Reader *~* Arthur/Joker Headcanons with a younger reader *~*Arthur/Joker Headcanons for Kissing *~* Arthur/Joker Headcanons for when S/O has been kidnapped *~* Arthur/Joker Headcanons on Flirting. *~* Arthur asking Reader’s parents if he can marry you *~* Turn ons and offs for Arthur/Joker *~* HC about how Arthur and Joker would like to receive and express affection  *~* Jealousy HC for Arthur & Joker *~* Arthur/Joker x Reader, Age Difference. How it Affects Readers View of him, baby talk  (= First chapter of No Family Man) *~*On the Mental Instability of Arthur Fleck: Could you live happily ever after with him? [ An essay on a serious note] Prompt idea: *~*Prompt idea: reader is a student visiting Arkham Asylum  *~*Prompt idea: With 3 pictures *~*Prompt idea: Father went to get cigarettes

Crossovers: Black Phone & Joker Ficlets: ~*~ Reader is Joker’s girlfriend trying on a new costume, J swears to take revenge on her ex-boyfriend the Grabber, Warnings 18+, sexual content, references to Badass!Reader

Drabbles:

~*~The Magician - Reader and Arthur go to see a show, but the Magician is getting a bit too friendly. Rating: PG13, no real warnings except jealousy and possessive men.  ~*~ Bumping into Albert on way to date with Arthur, Rating: Teen.

Five Nights at Freddy 

Index: 

FNAF General Fics

Stepdad! William Afton x Reader

~*~William Afton x (f) Reader “Best Friend’s Dad”, Warnings, 18+, Explicit Sexual Content, Extremely Dubious Consent, Older man x younger woman, Friend’s dad x Reader. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Swimming Pool”, Warnings 18+, Explicit Sexual Content, Vag, fingering, hint of adultery, married older man x younger woman. You’re swimming at the local pool when you bump into a married man. If he is deliberately touching you, then why does he introduce his family to you? Surely you are imagining things, right?~*~William Afton/Steve Raglan x (f) Reader “Explore”, Warnings 18+, Explicit Sexual content, non-con/dub-con, loss of virginity, breeding kink. Reader is exploring an abandoned building when she finds a wounded man. She should not have helped him. [ Continuation MULTI-CHAPTER on AO3 ]

Stepdad! William Afton:

~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Accidental Picture”, WARNINGS: 18+, Smut, Non-con/Dub-con, Dark!William, First time (reader),  Stepdad teaches his daughter a lesson after she accidentally sends him a nude.  ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Boyfriend”, Warnings, 18+, smut, older man x younger woman, Stepdad!WilliamAfton, William is not a nice man, fingering, jealousy, creampie. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Christmas Present”, Warnings: Explicit, Sexual content, fingering, creampie, keeping it a secret from mom, smut. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Telephone Cable”, Warnings: Explicit, Sexual Content, Light choking, cock warming.

Drabbles: ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Caught In the Act”, You catch your stepdad on the toilet. Warnings: Mature, Accidental Nakedness, Confusion, Tension. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader, Mom brings up a paternity test during dinner, William is, of course, your son’s father, and no one is to know. Mature due to themes. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader Drabble, [4] Mom suggests a paternity tests while you’re eating dinner.~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Newborn”, [3]You are on your way home after giving birth to your stepdad’s child - but no one may know. Warnings: Mature. talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, name-calling, William being mean, William calling you a slut, but also: William being emotional about his baby. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Discovered”, [2] Your pregnancy is discovered by your mom. Warnings: Explicit. talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, angst, drama, William being evil/Manipulative William ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Pregnant”,  [1]Your mom has news to share. Warnings: Mature, talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, angst, drama, William being mean. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “New Year”, Explicit, SMUT. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Cinema”, Warnings: Mature, older man x younger woman, Stepdad!WilliamAfton, Family Gathering, Secret touching. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Barbecue, Warnings: Mature, older man x younger woman, Stepdad!WilliamAfton, jealousy.

STEPDAD X Male Reader Quick Drabble of M Reader discovering something’s missing from his room, Mature due to themes and implications.

Stepdad William Afton & Stepbrother Stu Macher: *Stepdad Afton is sometimes mentioned as the dad/present as a father figure/ sometimes romantically or sexually involved. Check story description/warnings for this.

Stu Macher (Scream)

~*~ Meeting Stu, Rating: Teen, Tension. Mention of Stepdad William and Stepsister Vanessa. ~*~ First Evening Meal (Footsie) Rating Mature due to themes. Mention of Stepdad Afton (getting involved under the table) ~*~ Baking Cookies with Stu, Rating: Mature due to themes. ~*~ First Time having your Period, Rating Mature due ot themes and remarks made by Stu. ~*~ First Time Bumping into Stu in the Hallway on your way to bed. Rating Mature due to themes and amibiuos comments by Stu.  ~*~ Watching Stu and his girlfriend Casey, Rating: Teen. Jealousy. Mention of Stepdad William Afton. ~*~ Stu Playing FNAF Rating: Mature. Mention of Stepdad Afton.

House of a 1000 Corpses/Devil’s Rejects / 3 From Hell Drabble/Ficlet:

~*~ Otis F*cks Reader into labor, Explicit! Smut, labor, Can be seen as a continuation of the Halloween Ritual AND Reader is pregnant as found below. ~*~ Otis discovers Reader is pregnant Mature, Can be seen as a continuation drabble of the Halloween Ritual. ~*~ Reader ends up being bred by Otis in a Halloween Ritual Explicit, Smut, Murder. ~*~ Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader Artful Pictures, Warnings 18+, Reader takes pictures of Otis’s art. ~*~ Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader “Migraine”, Warnings: 18+, Menstruation/Period Kink, Dub-con, Reader has migraine, smut. ~*~ Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader “Third Time’s a Charm”, Warnings 18+, breeding kink/pregnancy/murder etc., Can be read as a continuation of the drabble below this one: How reader is rescued, eventually, by the police. But not before having kids with Otis. ~*~Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader, Modern Au, WARNINGS: 18+ due to themes. Otis and Baby take you to the hospital. You hope to find a means to escape your captors, but you discover something more. ~*~Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader, Modern Au. WARNINGS: 18+/Noncon/Murder etc. You met him online in a game, and now you regret it.

Terrifier Drabble/Ficlet: ~*~ “Giving Birth to Art’s Baby” - Art the Clown x Reader, Explicit for Gore, Blood, Murder, Graphic Birth, Cannibalism. ~*~ Reader Bumps into a Clown at Halloween who comes to visit her house Explicit, Smut.

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- RULES -

- Angst, smut, fluff. (more will be added)

- I will write for Corey Cunningham, Daryl Dixon, Norman Reedus, Andy Lincoln, Carl Grimes (aged up to 18+!!), Rick Grimes, (Maybe) Art The Clown, Arthur Harrow, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Khonshu, Steven Grant, Bowser, Luigi, Mario. (More characters are gonna be added soon..)

- I will write for general neutral, male, and female readers.

- I will not write anything that will make me very uncomfortable.

- Will not write for r*pe, weird kinks (like piss kinks), p*dophilia, etc.

- Do NOT rush me on my works.

- Will not write for minor x adult, or minor x minor.

- REQUESTS -

You all can always request something to me to write or just ask me something! If I don’t respond your ask then I might be busy :)

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