#arthur harrow headcanons

[wayward-persephone]

How do you feel about The Grabber or Arthur going down on reader for the first time and then when you're overstimulated they keep going because they're so pussy drunk 🥲

Okay listen...pussydrunk is a kink of mine 🥴🥴

The Grabber would be insatiable. Aroused because he’s your first and from the act itself. Would pin your thighs open and push your legs to your chest so he can have complete open access to your pussy. Hands bruising against your skin as his licking and tonguefucking grew more frantic with each of your orgasms. And he would tonguefuck you, he can’t do anything more gentle than that once he tastes you, and you spend most of the night falling apart on his tongue even as you plead for mercy. I personally feel like the Grabber is either a virgin or so sexually repressed because he never felt comfortable enough to explore sex. So when he finally gets you underneath him and basically at his mercy, he lets his inner beast out to play, and it often leaves you with a tearstained face and body completely limp from the pleasure he wrings from you. After the first time you would absolutely wake up some nights with his head tucked between your thighs as he jerks off.

Arthur Harrow would definitely be more gentle since it’s your first time, but he would be no less intense. He would worship you. Alternating between suckling at your slick swollen clit and murmuring words of praise against your pussy. Would firmly keep your legs spread for him until you’re so limp from the numerous orgasms he pulls from you that your legs stay splayed open. He would softly shush you when you cry out for a break, massaging your thighs gently, but then goes back to lapping at you like a man starved. After that  Arthur would prefer you not to wear panties so he can have complete easy access to you and will simply coax you to the nearest flat surface so he can bury his tongue inside you. He would place your pleasure above his own, claiming that he gets enough pleasure tending to you, and you spend most mornings utterly boneless as he pampers you with soft kisses and cuddles until your brain decides to start working again.  

[nicktremblaywayfu]

Can I request a headcanon where the reader is Arthur Harrow’s girlfriend and gets kidnapped by Jake Lockley under Khonshu’s orders and Arthur has to rescue the reader🌸

Female! Reader being saved by Arthur

Warning : None

You woke up in the middle of the night, dizzy and confused. You didn't remember how you ended up in anything but your room.

You tried to open your eyes; everything was red and black, with faint light from the moon through the window.

Your breath became heavy, realizing you were in somebody else’s car.

You tried to say something, but only a faint whine came.

You tried to pull yourself together. Struggling to sit in the car seat

You can’t see who’s driving the car. The driver's window was pitch black.

You knocked, but there was only silence.

All the doors are child-locked, meaning they can only be opened from the outside.

Luckily, your phone is still in your pocket. The signal was poor, but enough to send your location to Arthur.

Right after that, the car stopped. You hid your phone in your pocket.

As the door opened, you saw a similar man. He looked like Steven and Marc, but at the same time, he showed an entirely different persona.

You must admit this kidnapper didn't look like you expected. He was a fine gentleman—Grey Cabbie hat with a custom-tailored jacket, a tie, and black pants matching the jacket.

He looked hesitant at first, but then he dragged you out of the car.

He brought you to an empty bedroom as you were struggling and screaming for help. His grip was strong, but not hurtful. Strange..

You knocked on the door as he locked you in, begging and asking what you did wrong and who he was.

Then you heard a thundering voice from the outside. You recognize that voice. It was Khonshu.

You couldn't exactly decipher what he said, but you heard something about “harrow” and “luring.” 

You remember the golden blue scarab he gave. He said he wanted you to keep it safe, so you kept it in your jewelry box.

You’re about to tell Arthur not to fall into his trap. You didn't know how to free yourself to be fair, but you had to prioritize Arthur’s safety.

You reached for your phone, but then suddenly you heard loud bangs.

The door was barged open by another man. It was Arthur‘s right hand.

You followed him out, horrified by the splattered blood outside.

You saw Arthur fighting hand-in-hand with Jake.

Arthur was overwhelmed, giving you adrenaline from fear and worry.

You grabbed his right hand’s gun. Arthur taught you how to use a gun; however, you were not very good at it.

Your aim was missed, but enough to distract the mysterious cabbie man.

He shouted, “Don’t!"  reaching you now. Arthur took the opportunity to charge onto him. 

Right before the man fought back, he was hit hard by Ammit’s staff, leaving him unconscious.

The fight ended. Everything seems okay for now.

Arthur was worried. He was covered in blood and sweat, relieved that you were unharmed.

He hugged you, then kissed you softly on the forehead and lips.

He carried you back to his car. Tonight, you will sleep in his room for safety

[mandowifey]

Helloo if i may, i'd like to request the ethan char assigning 👉🏻👈🏻 People usually calls me Alvin and i goes by any pronouns, but i mainly use She/Her. Im an Androgyne who is significantly short ( less than 5 feet lol). I p much love to explore new places and nature especially mountain and beach. My love language is basically teasing and being mischief JABDAJJAJAJ. I think that's all 💖💖

(THIS TOOK ME AGES I AM SO SORRY AND HOPE YOU'RE AROUND...)

But seriously, thank you for waiting so long for your piece. I cheated a little and checked out your profile. (Oops) So that being said, I assign you...

Arthur Harrow.

Arthur Harrow x GN!Reader

Warnings: Fully SFW, Implications of manipulation, heights, reader has amnesia. This was also not proof-read!

• • •

Amidst the town tucked inside the Austrian Alps, you had found your home.

The people had welcomed you with open arms, and you had quickly adapted to this new life. It was difficult for you to discern how you ended up here to begin with, as your memories grew fuzzy whenever you attempted to recall your life outside of the compound. Regardless you trusted them, and Arthur especially, as your new family. Anything that existed before coming there no longer mattered to you as you had let it go some time ago.

A series of gasps tugged you out of your thoughts.

At some point you had decided to scale the bell tower in the middle of town and situate yourself at the top. This spot was one of your favorites as it was the highest platform in the little community which granted you a 360 degree view of the mountains and planes surrounding you. The problem with this location wasn't the fact it was over 30 feet off the ground, but in fact that it was so old. With a sinking foundation and old wooden support beams, this tower was overdue for repair. Arthur had scolded you the first time you'd been caught climbing it, warning you that one wrong move could collapse the entire structure with you under it.

This was why you couldn't understand how you found yourself perched at the top once again.

"Y/N," Came Arthur's firm voice from down below.

Looking down amidst the crowd of concerned faces, you spot the leader of the flock staring up at you. His expression from this height was difficult to read, though you knew he was displeased. Arthur stood at the front with his hands resting on the cane in front of him, his brows vexed. He knew you had a penchant for exploring and roaming where you could, but he had warned you about this particular place.

"Can you come down? It's quite dangerous up there." He called again, though his voice never reached the intensity of a shout. Arthur had been handling business when a few concerned followers had come to him, alarmed that you were back on the tower and in danger of falling. Seeing you there once again irked him, though he figured with your amnesia from the accident you couldn't be faulted. Your spirit lasted even while your memories did not.

Embarrassment lights your cheeks in reds and pinks. You had caused a scene without ever intending to. Carefully, you descend the tower and mind your footing, even more aware of yourself than before. As you ease down to the ground, a sigh of relief washes amongst the crowd. You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn instinctively into Arthur's chest, your small arms winding around him and holding tight.

"I'm sorry."

Warmth encompasses you as Arthur holds you into his broad chest. He's warm and smells of tea, a scent that has been a comfort to you for some time now. As you sink into his chest and breathe him in, he rumbles like thunder. "We are going to have to find a safer way to satiate that explorer's appetite of yours, little one." A smile tugs your lips, and you press more into him.

"Perhaps we can take you for hikes along the trails, hmm?" His hand drifts from your back to pet along your neck, then up into your hair. He caresses you, squeezing gently and reassuringly. Arthur was not angry, and you knew, though you always felt uncomfortable at the notion of disappointing him. "What about your feet?" You look up towards him, eyes round and doe like. The man smiled down at you and breathed out a soft chuckle.

"I would not offer if I could not handle it." He promised, leaning down to press his lips to the center of your forehead. Warmth blooms under your skin, and you tilt, wanting to catch his mouth with your own - but he pulls back before you two can connect. "Let's head back." His hand pulls from your scalp, and he begins to limp towards the trail that leads to your shared home.

Arthur had a habit of leaving you hungry. Hungry for his affection and hungrier for his approval. He was good at leaving you on the edge, baited, and ready to spring. You smile and jog a few steps to close the widening gap between you. "Maybe we can go tomorrow?" You offer, eyes twinkling in the late day sun. The wind rustles the tall grass, lining the ascending hills towards your building.

"Tomorrow it is." The older man chuckled softly. "So long as I do not need to coax you down from anymore towers," There was a playful lilt to his words as he tossed you an amused glance. Your heart skips a beat, and your smile broadens. "No more towers, pinky promise!"

You lift your hand and offer your pinky towards him. Arthur comes to a stop to look, and his smile stiffens. It was something you did often and upheld with the highest of regards. He couldn't wrap his head around the notion that pinkies meant anything more than digits on a hand, but he knew what it meant to you. Offering his own, the two of you curl your fingers together, and your head nods affirmatively.

"No more towers." He reiterates, breaking the connection finally and putting his free arm around you. You smile and lean into his side, taking in the view that you never grew tired of and noticing a large tree in the distance. You wonder briefly how difficult it would be to climb.

[im-his-druidess]

(The Grabber HC is posted here)

Okay listen…pussydrunk is a Kink of mine 🥴🥴

Arthur Harrow would definitely be more gentle since it’s your first time, but he would be no less intense. He would worship you. Alternating between suckling at your slick swollen clit and murmuring words of praise against your pussy. Would firmly keep your legs spread for him until you’re so limp from the numerous orgasms he pulls from you that your legs stay splayed open. He would softly shush you when you cry out for a break, massaging your thighs gently, but then goes back to lapping at you like a man starved. After that  Arthur would prefer you not to wear panties so he can have complete easy access to you and will simply coax you to the nearest flat surface so he can bury his tongue inside you. He would place your pleasure above his own, claiming that he gets enough pleasure tending to you, and you spend most mornings utterly boneless as he pampers you with soft kisses and cuddles until your brain decides to start working again.

[ashifloof]

Neck kisses headcanons, please

Hi dear Anon!

I'm so sorry for the long wait,I was in a bad mental state due to my mom passing away,but now I feel ready to write some stuff again. I hope you like it :3

-Arthur loves kissing your neck, something about his lips on your soft skin and hearing those little sounds of enjoyment coming out of your mouth make him go crazy

-he likes to comfort you with neck kisses,any time you feel down he'll give you some soft kisses on the neck which never fails to make you smile

-he's usually more of a private guy but sometimes he can't help but sneak a kiss onto your neck while being with the community,for example at dinner

-sometimes he gives you so many kisses that it starts to tickle,hearing you laugh will not slow him down but rather make him kiss you even more

-he trys not to leave any marks while kissing your neck but sometimes there will be one, secretly he likes seeing you covered in them for the community to see

-but he also loves his neck to be kissed by you, it's comforting to him,it feels like home

-your neck is really his favorite place to kiss you

[little-cereal-draws]

Instead of a season two of Moon Knight, they should just remake season one but as a musical

Included songs:

"Generic intro song" (As Steven gets ready/arrives at work, to show what a mess of a person he is, how he wants to be a tour guide, and how little his coworkers care abt him)

"Marc and Steven fight in the storage unit" song (Marc's verses are needlessly complicated, vague, and confusing; Steven's verses start as questions that don't get answered but changes into his line abt stake, not being able to breathe, and requests to go to the hospital, all of which are ignored by Marc. Uses Marc and Steven's musical theme)

"Layla's song about why she's upset/betrayed" (it's obvious that it's supposed to be a duet but Steven doesn't know the words so he's just fumbling and apologizing. Ends with Layla abt to storm out on him but the police knock on the door. Uses Marc and Layla's musical theme)

"Generic villain song" for Harrow (maybe the melody is deceptively happy and uplifting but words are sinister. The other cult members are backup singers)

"Marc and Layla are fighting" song (Uses Marc and Layla's theme. It starts with them undercover on the boat in Egypt when she's trying to get him to open up and it's obvious he's still in love with her. Climaxes when they reach Mogart's and the whole company comes in. They're trying to be in character but are still fighting. Ends when Mogart shows up)

"Khonshu's song" (Could be titled 'I Remember Every Night,' idk. Could be sad and abt how he got kicked out or could be lowkey evil and manipulative, depending on how you want to characterize him. Or both!)

"Steven's attempt at flirting" song (This isn't really a song. It's more like three or four lines he sings to Layla after they kiss as an echo of her song abt why she was upset. Uses a variation of Marc and Layla's theme but is still different enough)

"Marc and Layla are fighting" reprise (very short, only a verse or two, but it's after Layla finds out about her dad. Basically, she's yelling at him and throwing everything from the original song back in his face)

"Angst: part one" song (Steven sings this when he finds out he's 'not real.' It's really short and simple, only a verse wo any accompaniment, but it breaks your heart)

"Angst: part two" song (This is where you really start crying :) Marc sings this after they watch his brother drown. It's the same melody as Steven's but a bit longer, two verses, and is abt how he's so so sorry. Bonus points if he starts crying at the end and his voice breaks and he's crying, you're crying, everybody's crying. This is the song you wish was longer than 30 seconds and loop over and over during a breakdown)

"Marc and Steven fight in the storage unit" reprise (This is Marc's speech to Steven in the Duat when he gives him the heart. It's really sweet and sad and uses Marc and Steven's theme)

"Big climax fight" song (Big battle song at the end. Everybody sings. Marc, Steven, Harrow, Layla, Khonshu, Ammit, the ensemble. Obviously, Marc and Steven sing the most, finishing each other's lines, harmonizing, etc to show they're really in sync now but everybody else has at least one line. Mostly uses Marc and Steven's theme but incorporates Marc and Layla's and Harrow's as well)

"Jake's song" (At the very end of the end credit scene. Jake doesn't actually sing; it just plays his theme. It sounds similar to Marc and Steven's theme but is definitely different)

[nyx-aira]

Headcanons: Moonknight characters with a sarcastic reader

Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly, Arthur Harrow

A/N: Yes I caved in, I will write both of them :) It's just too good of an opposite to write and I'm gonna regret not writing both so yeah.

Also thanks for 900 followers, you guys are awesome ❤

TW! Swear words (that's it)

PSA: Do NOT copy, steal, translate, plagiarize, republish, etc any of my works on Tumblr or any other platform. Also, do NOT claim any of my works as your own. All of these works are either requests I’ve gotten that people have wanted me to write or original ideas I’ve had for works. If you happen to take inspiration from anything I’ve written and want to write something inspired by that, please a) ask me first and b) IF I say yes, credit me as inspo in your post by tagging me and link whatever work of mine that inspired you. Thanks.

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Steven

Steven can be just as sarcastic as you are.

If not indefinitely worse, when he had a bad day.

So your bond just came naturally although he still gets flustered sometimes on how blunt you can be because although he uses sarcasm too, most of the time he keeps his thoughts to himself.

When you followed them to Egypt you had always some comment to make.

"Yeah it's definitely a good idea to visit a tomb that most likely has something inside that wants to murder us"

Marc

Steven couldn't agree more but you went inside anyways.

Your only comment as things went south: "great, its not like I predicted how this would go at all"

Steven loved your bluntness but was always afraid it would get you into trouble - and it did - but that didn't stop you.

You have a competition on who can make Marc cringe more at your comments. Steven is loosing but he doesn't care. He just likes seeing you laugh and being happy.

Layla

Marc. Now Marc had a difficult relationship with sarcasm.

As he has been sharing his body with Steven for almost all of his life he was used to it but you? You were on a WHOLE OTHER LEVEL.

He would act all annoyed at your comments but secretly he loved them.

He loved how you could just make any threat seem so harmless with just a couple words and how you never felt afraid to say what's on your mind.

"Hey bone pigeon! Leave Marc the fuck alone with your stupid bullshit."

"Please stop referring to an ancient god as bone pigeon."

"What, he does look like one! Also what's up with the toilet paper obsession?"

He usually had to listen to Khonshu ranting about your antics but he ignored the gods remarks most of the time.

You were just looking out for him after all.Now Marc knew that most people would not understand your humour but he didn't care. He would glare at anyone who made a stupid remark and ignore the stares that were sent your way.

Arthur

Layla was surprised when she heard your sarcasm for the first time.

She was shocked for a moment but soon found herself laughing at your comments all the time.

You definitely spent way too much time with Steven.

"Yay let's follow your ex on a murder mission."

She very much agreed to that statement but just snickered as Marc glanced your way.

Layla loved your way with words and could listen to your rants for hours. Which she did most of the time because that was quality time to you two.

Layla would absolutely root for you in your competition with Steven.

"Listen I trust your judgement but that shirtless bitch on a horse doesn't seem too trustworthy."

Your comments were rude but true most of the time.

"Ha, told you so!"

"We're getting SHOT at! Can your victory dance wait a bit?"

"Fine but I was right."

Layla would lie if she said your comments didn't brighten her day.

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Oh boy did you annoy Arthur sometimes.

Not in a bad way, no, but if your partner just reveals to you that his mission is to free an Egyptian goddess and has explained basically his life work to you and your response is simply "sure sure" and you continue eating your chocolate bar it can be a bit disorienting to say so.

None the less Arthur loves you and your humour more than anything in the world.

You would make his day brighter and light up even the darkest situations with a sarcastic off hand comment.

"Let's follow an ancient scarab into the sands of Egypt, he said. What could possibly go wrong, he said."

Arthur really had to suppress laughter in front of his followers from time to time as you would whisper something in his ear.

"Is it just me or doesn't the moonlight suit look like some fancy toilet paper."

Your comments were always very blunt but that's what he liked so much about you. You always spoke your mind.

Weirdly enough you also had a thing for printing your comments on t-shirts.

So while Arthur walked around in his typical clothes you would trail behind, a shirt with the imprint "let's go and die by the hands of a mummy" on, as you headed to Egypt.

You had a collection of those shirts and Arthur loved, loved, loved gifting you new ones.

He would send his followers out to find the most horrendous shirts they could find just so he could watch the smile on your face as he gave them to you.

(He sometimes wore them to sleep as well but shh don't tell anyone)

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[sincka]

Dr.Harrow : Did you have to stab them ?

Jake : You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what they said to me.

Dr.Harrow : What did they say ?

Jake : "What are you going to do, stab me ?"

Dr.Harrow : That’s fair.

[girlwithwolftatoo]

hey! can you please make a Doctor Harrow x reader, where reader misbehaves so he puts her on the rails if you know what I mean-

Of course I do, dear anon... of course I do...

Doctor Harrow + teaching reader some manners:

*Your behavior from the last days has been the worst. Guards and nurses had complaint about you being rude, skipping the rules and even involving into fights with them and other patients. When this reaches Harrow's ears, he summons you for an emergency session.

*You keep acting like a brat, not paying attention on purpose and toying with the things on the doctor's desk. Arthur's patience is big, but you can notice a hint of exasperation in his voice when he says "You're not listening, are you, (Y/N)?" You stare at him and stick your tongue out before minding your own business. The doctor sighs and takes off his glasses.

*At first you think he's joking when he asks you to remove your pants, but since you don't obey, Harrow leaves his seat and grabs you by an arm. "Hey! What the hell?" you shut before being pinned against the wall with a strenght you never thought possible from him. The doctor twitches your arm to your back to keep you in place as his other hand pulls your pants down. The most worrying thing of this is listening to his still calmed voice whispering "I asked you politely to do this by yourself and you refused... this is just the consequence of your misbehavior, (Y/N)"

*Once he's done, he almost drags you to his brand new couch for the therapy sessions, sits on it and maneuvers you so you end laying down on his lap. You can feel his hand traveling up and down your naked legs. "Discipline doesn't mean punishment" he speaks, gently pressing his hand to your butt "Don't take this personal, we are just doing some... corrective coersitive techniques"

*Before you can ask what's going on, the first slap hits your rear so hard you screech and give a small jump. Your first thought is spitting curses to him, but Harrow doesn't seem bothered by your words. And when the pain begins to fade away... there's another slap.

*Harrow said this wasn't a punishment, but the spanking hurts like hell, like he knows how, where and when to strike to bring you to the maximum level of discomfort. You struggle to escape and shut at him menaces and more dirty words, but his hand claws your cheeks, squeezing them so hard it's almost painful, and forces you to lean your neck to see you straight to the eye. "It seems you're in a rage crisis... you need to calm down, (Y/N), to release those negative feelings, I will help you with that".

*The next thing you know is his hand leaves your face but goes to your throat with a strong grip that makes you feel dizzy after some seconds. You open your mouth and gasp while his other hand strikes your butt, that's already pink for all the spanking. "We are going to practice some... quietness" Harrow says "Everytime you use your words to say something mean or hurtful, you'll get some... time out without the chance to speak"

*Harrow releases your throat, and while you cough and pant, he undoes his belt (you can feel his hand next to your side). The soft material of the belt caresses your thighs at the moves of Arthur's hand, and when he lifts it to keep with the spanking, you forget for a moment about his warning and shut a very loud "It hurts, you bastard-!" before he holds your throat once again.

*The next part of doctor Harrow's "treatment" consists in keep with the spakning using his belt while you apologize at every strike, following his instructions. "I'm sorry for -OUCH- fighting with my pals..." "Are you going to do that again?" "No, I won't" "You promise?" "I pro-AGH -promise!" "Repeat after me, (Y/N), I won't fight with my pals again" he commands you as he shoves two fingers in your mouth, playing with your tongue so when you speak it goes like a babbling. "Sorry, (Y/N), I couldn't hear you" and you receive a new hit on your poor and swollen ass.

*When Harrow feels satisfied by your "progress", he drops the belt and rubs your butt. "I know you feel hurt, let's soothe this together, are you agree?" His fingers run across the gap between your buttocks, looking for what can be found at the end of it. A fingertip presses softly on the fabric, right on your pussy entrance. "Am I wrong or you're a little aroused, (Y/N)?" Since you don't answer immediately, he gives a little slap right on your cunt "What did we just learn today?" "Sorry, doctor... Yes, I am"

*Harrow doesn't hesitate and reaches for your sensitive areas, making you questions to know the reason behind your physical reaction. "Were you spanked at childhood? Who did it? How was your relationship with that person? You know, some special apetites come from unconscious needs, goals we cannot fulfill in certain moments of our life... Tell me, (Y/N), what do you need now? Whom you want to please?"

*The fact Harrow does everything acting so calmed and professional makes you squirm like anything before. You willingly spread your legs to give him free access and you dig your nails on the couch while he fingers you, speaking reassuring words about how proud is he for your good behavior and how he'll reward you for every day you act as a "good girl" and do as you're told.

(Sorry if this is long but oh dear, had too much fun writing this)

[spectorbear]

— dating arthur harrow would include...

requested by anon !

genre: fluff, angst, implied smut headcanons

masterlist

Dating Arthur Harrow would include:

comforting him.

this man has nightmares. bad.

of when he was khonshu’s avatar. of not obeying ammit. of not following through on promises. of justice, murder, pain, growth. just nightmares.

so you would often wake up in the middle of the night to comfort him.

cuddles, kisses, running your hand through his hair.

speaking of his hair...

he loves when you play with his hair. it’s a guilty pleasure of his.

i feel like arthur would definitely be one to tell you things that he enjoys and doesn’t

so communication is never a problem

the man is honest (to you, because he isn’t trying to you know... manipulate any gods for you)

anyway!

lots of scalp massages and soft kisses in between

i also feel like arthur would try to keep you away from the whole ammit thing

and there would definitely be some arguments because of it

“you said, you promised, that you wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

“i know, darling, but sometimes hurt is necessary for the overall better.”

(that’s called utilitarianism, arthur.)

you would give in the instant he hugged you

but whatever.

this is a very specific headcanon of mine but 

he would love love thighs.

doesn’t matter how big/small you are. just loves them.

thigh grabs, rubbing them while reading or watching something, gentle squeezes while thinking or driving, just constant thigh touches

but he isn’t big on PDA

arthur definitely would keep everything private between you two

the community knows who you are and who you are to him, of course

but everything is kept just you two

would give you hard looks and glares when you would kiss him in public, even if it’s just a peck

(don’t worry, you’ll make it up to him later <3)

arthur overall would be super hard to handle but also so so in love with you that he wouldn’t let anything happen to you ever. ever. 

please do not interact if you are under the age of 18. do not repost any of my works on any site.

[wayward-persephone]

I need a scenario where patient Arthur Harrow fucks the reader hard🥵🔥 I am so hot for that man it’s ridiculous😂🥵

😉

You didn’t even know how he keeps getting into your room, let alone staying long enough without the orderlies wandering in, and you were in the process of reaping the consequences. You were on your stomach on your thin bed, face pressed into your pillow where you were actively biting into the fabric, and your legs were spread. The man pressed into your back was growling low in your ear and his large hands were pining yours to the bed. His hips were snapping against yours roughly and his thick cock speared into you so deep that you could only sob. You were a soaked mess between your thighs, hating the slick sounds that seemed to echo around the small room, and the man only fucked into you harder. You tried to shift to avoid the deep penetration but was pushed back down flat on the bed.

“Don’t run. Take it all,” he growled, rough voice sounding like he just gargled gravel, and you whimpered as his grip on your hands tightened almost painfully.

He was practically a stranger. You would often catch him staring at you and would stare you down with something unreadable in his bright blue eyes. You only knew his name from the mandatory group therapy sessions and now he was railing you within an inch of your life.

“Arthur,” you gasp out and your only response was for him to groan above you.

He released one of your hands to grip your jaw, lifting your head up so he can press his mouth tightly against your ear, and you could feel his surprisingly soft shaggy hair brushing against your cheek.

“One day…you’re going to scream my name,” he hissed with a particularly hard thrust that you swore hit against your cervix.

The thought of you continuing this with him, of him fucking you hard and brutal enough that you limped the next day, made both fear and excitement swell in your chest.

This would be the third time he’s snuck into your room and the first time he had you bouncing on his cock while he rambled and growled about some ‘Goddess’ and ‘Khonshu’ and ‘scales’. Why you had let him continue to seek you out was a mystery to you, this wasn’t a safe or normal place to hookup after all, but the way he effortlessly took control of your body made your head feel delightfully fuzzy.

“I want hear how much you need me inside you,” he murmured in a softer tone that brought you crashing back to reality and the hand on your jaw drifted up to bluntly shove three long fingers into your mouth, “but I need you to stay quiet, now.”

At that point you realized you were whining long and sharp on his every downstroke. To avoid drooling too much you sucked on his thick fingers and he groaned against your ear as his thrusts became more frantic.

“You need me, don’t you? Need me to keep you nice and full…,” he hissed and you sobbed as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you.

You came hard around him, clenching down on his cock as you choked on a wail of pleasure, and he laughed in pure delight as you body went slack against the bed.

As you laid limp underneath him, Arthur moved his hands to your hips to lift them slightly off the bed, and he gave a few more brutal thrusts that had tears fill your eyes before he spilled inside you with a sharp choked gasp. You could feel him pulsing hotly deep inside of you and you shivered at the added wetness between your thighs. He panted harshly against the nape of your neck as he slumped against you, grinding against you to draw out his orgasm, and you vaguely felt him pressing sloppy kisses to your neck and shoulder through the material of your shirt. You both stayed quiet as you caught your breath and calmed down and it didn’t escape your notice that Arthur stayed inside you even as he went soft. Eventually he pulled himself out and off of you and you could finally pop your head up to take a deep breath of fresh air. Your legs felt wobbly as you shifted around and you felt your face heat at the almost gentle way Arthur helped fix your clothes for you.

“I’ll see you later, my little Goddess,” he murmured while squeezing your thigh and you felt something twist in your chest at the uncharacteristic tenderness and at the nickname he’s taken to calling you and you just flopped back onto your bed in exhaustion as you heard him slip out of your room.

[nicktremblaywayfu]

Arthur Harrow x Reader with period pain

Author Note : My period pain was suckass today that i felt sick and dizzy. Anyway I'm getting better and decided to write to Arthur taking care of me as well fellow people with periods out there. Enjoy, xoxo

Warning : None

The time he saw you almost fell to the floor due to the pain on your stomach would make him hella worried. Even if it happened in the middle of judging rituals, he would stop and put all attention on you.

He’d call a medic or anyone who could help him by providing medication and some necessity.

He’d carry you to your bedroom, turning on the fan / air conditioner if it was hot or tucked you in a blanket if it was cold.

He’d check your temperature since you could get light fever from period. Awesome isn’t it?/s

If you could still do some stuff, he’d let you sit and lean on the wall.

If it was way too painful to do anything, he’d make sure you were comfortable in a lying position.

Heating pad, comforting aromatherapy, tea, even your favorite soup would be provided in no time.

If you didn’t mind being touched at the moment, he’d cuddle you and rub your stomach to comfort it. Also showering you with soft kisses and stroking your hair softly.

Pain was not something to underestimate, even it was something monthly and normal. So he’d make sure you were comfortable while enduring it.

If it was severe, he’d stay in your room for whole days until you get better. No village ritual activity would be held.

Yes he worshiped and dedicated his community to Ammit herself but somehow he was praying to Taweret as well to help you in your pain. He’d pray to other gods if it was necessary for your sake.

You’d definitely be in your vulnerable state, so there would be someone guarding your room outside, whom you can trust for help as well don’t worry.

Sleeping with pain would be hella difficult, but fret not Arthur would let you sleep on his lap for more comfortability.

After you finally healed, he’d held your shoulders for balance while you were walking.

All sacred rituals and activities would be postponed until you are better.

I doubt gods have periods lol, but I'm pretty sure Ammit would understand this mortal pain thing, so yeah if he was in an emergency situation and not able to help you, he’d ask the crocodile lady to take care of you. She’s gentle, but mind the teeth and her claws. You can still sleep on her lap but well…don’t expect it would be as soft as Arthur’s lap.

[mandowifey]

This is a requested continuation of

Notes: This is an Arthur Harrow x Reader fic, taking place before the events of MoonKnight.

Reader is a goddess Harrow found asleep in an unmarked tomb, and has set her free.

Warnings: Heavily implied manipulation (what do you expect, its a cult), NSFW, mentions of virginity, light angst, spit fixation, fingering, old guy obsessive behavior. Reader is 18+.

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Arthur Harrow knew what he was doing when he came into your room last night. How wouldnt he? He was a man who was always a step ahead, who planned and plotted. He was always in control.

Still, the doe eyed look you gave him when he revealed the truth to you had struck him. It was not surprising to him that you could not recall anything prior to being released, after all you'd been asleep in that tomb for so long. He recalls fondly of your awakening. You had trusted him so quickly, malleable and willing to listen and follow him. Only later did your need for independence finally show. Arthur didn't mind at all.

Now he had you, beneath him once more as his mouth sealed to yours, his presence looming over your fragile state. The world had ceased to be scary to you the moment your lips met. He kisses you with a fire burning inside him, a desire to fully indulge in every part of you, inside and out.

And you let him.

Instead of pushing him away, your hands smoothed the front of Arthur's chest and curled into the fabric of his button up. Lips parting eagerly at the nudge of his tongue against them. Tasting him set you ablaze, a warm, swelling sensation pooling in your groin as you became aroused. You were kissing Harrow, and he was kissing you.

Sucking his tongue, you hungrily swallowed every bit of spit he left in your mouth. Your brain felt fuzzy, comfortably white and numb. You couldn't recall if you'd ever done this before, but you trusted Harrow, and welcomed the notion of letting him guide you through this. Part of you had always dreamt of this moment, when you laid in bed at night, palming yourself over your underwear and silently whimpering his name as you imagined his large hand caressing you to release.

Harrow shifted slightly above you, and gently broke the kiss to catch his breath. Warm lips pressed up the bridge of your nose, before he left a lingering kiss in the center of your forehead.

"Doing alright, my goddess?"

The pet name stoked the fire in your belly, making your throat twitch and fingers dig reflexively into his shirt. You nod, gazing up at him, pupils blown out and lips swollen from kissing.

"Let me hear you, little one."

"Y-yes, yes I am." You were breathless, staring up into his blue eyes that watched you so calmly, so thoughtfully. You wondered what he could be thinking about in this moment.

"Good girl, may I continue?"

It was an illusion of choice, really. From the moment he decided to knock on your door he knew tonight was the night he was going to take you for his own. You complying with him was expected, which made things a lot simpler.

Oblivious to the lack of autonomy, you smile up at him and nod. "Yes, I'd like that very much Harrow." He always said you could call him Arthur, but Harrow struck you as more suiting, it always felt more powerful rolling off your tongue. The creases in his face deepen as he smiles, a large hand gently cupping your cheek. Slowly, it crept lower, gliding down the center of your chest and over your stomach, where he could hear you suddenly hold your breath from anticipation. He smiles more.

Harrow's eyes never left yours, as his palm smoothed over your heat. Instinctively you open your legs to welcome him, struggling to calm your heart as you tip your head back and whimper softly.

"My little goddess, look at you-" He applies slight pressure with his hand, rubbing gently in an up and down motion. You feel the cool press of your slick ruined underwear. "-you're so wet. Is this all for me?" He rumbles, delighted that his presence alone had you coating your thighs. His fingers smooth along the shape of your aching pussy before they pull up and dip under the line of your underwear, drawing a sharp breath from you.

Gingerly, he slides his first and middle finger over your soaking folds. He moves so he's propped on his elbow on his side with his front resting against you. "Such a good girl." He coos, and you feel pressure on your swollen clit. Eyes fluttering, you groan as he gently rotates the digit around you, taking his time to drag out your soft whines and whimpers. An ache builds inside of you, and you're wishing to have more of him. "That's it, just relax." He presses gentle kisses against your temple, before teasing your opening with his middle finger. You gasp, and whine, as he eases it inside of you, the slow drag nearly making you feral.

Nudging, you take him up to the knuckle and he rumbles, astounded by how tight and hot you were. Nothing but perfection. He slowly pumped the digit, his thumb moving to press on your clit and apply some pressure. Each thrust makes you whine, drawing in soft gasps. "Do you think you could take more, lovely?" Harrow rumbles against your ear, and you just nod for words elude you. Smiling into your hair, you feel the poke of his forfinger as it eases into you, stretching you just enough. Your moan is louder this time, and your head turns towards his, panting against him.

"Please." You beg. It was all you could think to do. You desperately needed more and his gentle thrusting kept you hovering in the middle.

Without a word, Arthur obliges. Soft squelching fills your ears and you feel each impact of his palm striking your pussy as he shoves his digits deep inside. You're mewling, near tears as you buck your hips off the bed to meet him, chasing your release that continued to inch closer and closer. "My good little goddess, are you going to cum for me?" He purrs, curling his digits suddenly and causing you to shriek in delight. He was hitting against a place inside of you that you didnt know existed. "Yes, yes f-fuck y-yes." You stammer, hardly able to control your tongue. "P-please o-oh f-hh please, please."

Your brain was white, fuzzy. Your pussy aching as the coil built in your stomach. This need to burst, a feeling of lifting higher as everything around you blurred, everything but Arthur. He kisses you as you cum, swallowing your cry as you rattle violently and clench around his fingers. He pumps into you slowly, nudging your gspot gently and encouraging you through your release. "That's it, that's my girl." He speaks against your parted lips, kissing you heatedly.

As the world crashed down and your fog cleared, you gasp and lay back more on the bed. You couldnt believe how good it had felt, how good it still felt. Your eyes open to look up at Harrow, who admired your expression as he steals soft kisses from your lips. Whimpering as he withdraws his digits, you grip at his arms, not wanting this to end.

"Shh, shh, I'm not going anywhere." He rumbles as he brings his hand up, and you watch, wide eyed and red faced as he sucks your slick off his two fingers, groaning at your taste. "And we are far from finished here."

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OKAY SO FIRST TIME DOING THIS- ITS To be continued because Im uncertain about my writing style! ❤️ if you guys like it, I can definitely keep going longer next time!

Im gonna tag a couple folks who showed interest in this continuing! Hope thats okay ;;

@wayward-persephone @purplelupins @fierytteokbokki

[im-his-druidess]

I hope you like it! 😊❤

“It’s too early,” you whine, clutching at your pillow like a lifeline, and you felt a small huff against your bare shoulder before lips pressed a soft kiss there.

You were curled on your side with one leg hiked up towards your chest as the man behind you thrust deep and slow inside you.

“Arthur,” you whimper as his cock brushes up against that sensitive spot that always makes you see stars and your lover hummed softly.

“Right there, sweetheart? Relax…I’ll take care of you,” he whispered against the shell of your ear as he angles his hips so he can continue to hit your G-spot with unerring accuracy that left you shivering in his arms.

You weakly paw at the arm wrapped securely around your chest, his large hand gripping and massaging your breast lovingly, and you felt your eyes roll at the mounting pleasure building low in your pelvis. The gray light of early morning bathed everything in hazy shadows, the peaceful quiet only being broken by your gasps and Arthur’s low grunts, and you turned your head to whine into his mouth as he kissed you just as deep and languid as his thrusts. Your brain was fuzzy with pleasure and you panted openly against his lips as you felt your orgasm begin to crest.

Arthur held you closer while nuzzling against your cheek as you cried out, his long soft hair brushing against your oversensitive skin, and you writhed in his embrace as pleasure swept through you like molten honey.

Slow and sweet and all-consuming.

You were still panting harshly when you felt him tense behind you with a grunt, spilling deep inside your clenching core, and his low groans in your ear made you shiver in response. You both stayed in the exact same position until your breathing became more normal and the sweat dried on your skin Arthur gingerly pulled out and helped you lower your leg into a more comfortable position.

“Good morning,” he said softly while peppering any skin he could reach in soft sweet kisses and you giggled at his words.

Still feeling weak, you reached behind you to gently card your fingers through his sandy brown and gray streaked hair, and he turned his head to kiss your palm.

“Good morning to you, too,” you whisper with a smile.

[ashifloof]

to the anon who asked for headcanons: I will write them when I feel better,I really can't concentrate rn , I'm really sorry,but they will come!

[little-cereal-draws]

Moon Knight tiktok headcannons:

Steven:

His feed is entirely books and Egyptology facts with an occasional classic art video

Runs an account called Stupid Old Bird where he basically just films Khonshu being an idiot

This could be him saying dumb things, doing dumb things, just existing in an annoying way, etc

Steven is quite pleased with himself. Khonshu is only mildly aware that this account exists

They don’t have any followers tho bc he doesn’t turn up on camera. To everyone else, it just looks like Steven is filming empty space and then laughing

Marc:

Doesn’t understand the appeal of tiktok and doesn’t use it

Jake:

Doesn’t post anything but will hijack Steven’s feed with cat videos

It drives Steven crazy but Jake does it anyway lol

Taweret:

Tiktok dance queen

Is on top of the dance trends and learns them all. She’s pretty good at it too

Has an insane amount of videos

Again she doesn’t turn up on camera but if she did, would have a lot of followers

Her only follower is Layla bc she’s the only one who can see her. She asked Khonshu to follow her too and he said no

Layla:

Only made an account to follow Taweret

Just logs on once a day, likes all her videos, and then closes it

Ammit and Harrow:

Doesn’t know what tiktok is and doesn’t want it