#moonknight drabble

[thesecretwriter]

steven grant eating you out (minors/ageless blogs dni).

he has you laying on the bed, bare for him. you have no idea how many times his made you cum at this point, but you and him are a babbling rambling mess.

“such a pretty fuckin’ pussy, so good for me, so wet,” he rambles on as he rubs your clit and watched you squirm. his been thinking about doing this to you all day. he came home wanting you and didn’t hesitate to manhandle you.

he ate your pussy out as though it was his last meal. the man was starving. his lips latch onto your clit and his index and middle finger buried deep inside you. the both of you have fucked and made love on countless occasions but it still surprises him how you tighten around his fingers every time. all that could be heard was the wetness from your arousal accompanied by the moans of you and steven.

“you gonna be f’me, baby? please cum. please,” he begs and goes back to lapping at your clit. his cock is painfully hard, and he moans as he brushes against the bed below him. his moans create a new feeling of pleasure for you along with the motioning of his fingers inside you.

“that’s it, baby,”

your thighs automatically clench together, but he makes sure to spread them out as you reach your orgasm. he doesn’t stop teasing your clit with his tongue nor does he stop fingering you. you’re panting for air as you stare at the ceiling above you, struggling to catch your breath. the next thing you see is steven’s goofy grin as he takes in the sight of you.

“you did so good f’me,”

a/n: someone confiscate my devices.

[traveller-of-the-knight]

Ok, so!

You know all the "Doctor Strange Astoprojects the mk system and we cinematically see the three alters slipping out of the body.

But but but hear me out!

What about Dr. Strange trying to push one person out of his body and failing because it is actually a system and he needs more strength to push them away.

So Strange would hit their chest multiple times expecting something to happen but uh-uh nothing and poor Steven tries to get away from him.

Eventually he puts more effort and manages to do something, that is making Jake front by pushing Steven away from the front and suddenly gets slapped by him.

Jake gets into a fist fight with Strange while Strange tries to use his powers to teleport Jale away from him.

Eventually he manages to astroproject them for a second and he sees Jake and Marc splitting from the body holding hands until Steven pulls them back in.

They are together in this they won't let anyone separate them, Strange needs to try harder.

[faretheeoscar]

TURNING FROWNS

into soft touches

Pairing: Marc Spector x Gn!reader

Warnings: just fluff, poor Marc needs to be comforted from time to time, although gets a bit suggestive at the end

A/N: English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there’s any mistakes, no proof read.

Word Count: 1k

Listen… taking care of Marc by giving him small featherlight kisses and soft caresses when he’s all grumpy and frowning after a hard day and being away from a mission, he ends up reluctantly letting you help him and your touch turns him into a tired, grateful and maybe horny mush.

After returning from a grueling three-day mission, Marc collapsed onto the couch, his clothes clinging to his body with sweat and dirt. Despite the pressing need for a shower and fresh attire, exhaustion rooted him in place, rendering even the slightest movement an arduous task.

His brow furrowed deeply, like the creases of a turbulent sea, Marc sat, trying to control the chaos of his thoughts. The weight of the day hung heavy on his shoulders, his posture, even his way of breathing etched into his features a testament to the battles he fought within.

You slowly approach him and climb on his lap to try to help him relax. Startled by your sudden presence, he jolted slightly, his frown deepening at the intrusion.

"Not right now baby, I'm tired," he grumbled, his voice a weary murmur. Yet, despite his protests, his hands found their way around your waist, drawing you closer to him.

With a tender touch, not minding his warning, you began to massage his temples, your fingers tracing soothing circles against his skin.

"It's okay," you whispered, a quiet soft murmur against the hushed silence of the room. "Just breathe."

His eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to the serenity of your touch and as he inhaled and exhaled, sighs of relief slowly escaped him, escaping within them the burdens of his day. Thanks to the quiet intimacy of that moment, and the gentle cadence of your breath that surrounded him, the tender caress of your touch flood his senses.

“I’m here my love, let me take care of you”

As you whispered in his ear, the words washed over him, bringing a small peace of mind to his rattled soul. Letting out a deep sigh, the corners of his lips curled up in the faintest of smiles, as he continued to surrender to you.

You gently traced your fingertips along the furrowed lines of his forehead, feeling the tension slowly dissipate beneath your touch.

Continuing to work your magic by massaging his temples, your other hand begins to trail delicately along his jawline, tracing the contours of his face accompanying it with feather-light kisses. Each touch and kiss is filled with tenderness, a silent reassurance that you're here for him, to ease away the weight of the world, for him to feel loved, wanted and cared for, and Marc? Cannot do anything but softly hum and let out small sounds of satisfaction.

Your lips brushed against his furrowed brow, leaving a trail of soft kisses that slowly erase the creases of worry. Moving downward, you plant gentle kisses along his closed eyelids, coaxing them to flutter open and meet yours.

And as he finally opens his eyes, there's a softness in his gaze, a gratefulness for your presence and the solace you've bring him, but you let Marc close his eyes again as he lets out a deep tired breath and let’s you keep kissing every single part of his face.

Your lips trail across his face, your hands delicately weave through his curls, fingers gently massaging his scalp in a rhythmic motion. With each touch, all the tension in his muscles slowly began to melt away, replaced by a sense of calm that washed over him like a gentle tide.

You whisper words of comfort against his skin, your breath mingling with his as he lets himself be consumed by the soft trail of your lips when you brush them against his cheekbones, the slight curve of his nose, going down to his jaw, stopping on his beard stubble to brush it against your lips before you make your way down to his neck.

Caresses and kisses on his neck pause momentarily as you accidentally give a gentle tug to his hair, a small gasp escapes your lips, trying to quickly apologize for the discomfort you could've caused. But to your surprise, instead of a complaint, you're met with a satisfied low grunt from Marc. His eyes, still closed in bliss, flutter open slightly, a hint of amusement dancing within them.

“Careful there…” he murmurs, with a hint of playfulness, he squeezes your hips and his hand ends up going down further to your lower back to push your body as close as he can get you to him.

Leaning his weight back against the couch, he pulled you into his arms and you settled properly on his lap, your weight resting against his frame, he tightened his grip on you, your breasts ending up squishing against his chest.

He buries his head on your shoulder, you feel his warm and hot breath against your skin, mixed with his musky scent, it sends tingles down your spine. Specially when his hand slowly guides your hips to his, and there’s when you finally notice what your soothing and sweet touches have been doing to him, feeling the hardness against his tight jeans.

“Oh.. Marc baby, weren’t you tired?”

A small hum escapes from Marc's lips when he finds the sensitive pulse point on your neck, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through you. His husky voice, laced with desire, stirs something within you, that has you squirming on his lap and making him chuckle.

“I was… I am…but… I really want this… No I need this” Marc quickly corrects himself. ”Although you’re probably gonna be doing all the work baby, is that a problem?”

A playful grin tugs at your lips as you meet his gaze, your own voice becoming huskier when you feel something that tingling sensation pooling on your lower abdomen. "No problem at all," you reply, "I've got you, Marc. Always."

And of course you wouldn’t complain why would you? You’d gladly volunteer for that kind of extra comfort he seeks any day.

I might start a TAGLIST, cause I've been writing more lately? Let me know if you wanna get on it!

Reblogs and comments are kindly appreciated!

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[athenaderiva]

Sniffles

Steven Grant x GN!reader

You don’t know how it happened, but you got sick. Steven refuses to leave your side once he realises.

words: 500ish

fluff. cuteness. adorable boyfriend behaviours.

You cough. Again.

You haven’t managed to get any sleep, unable to sleep through the pain in your head and the intermittent sneezes and coughing. Your phone buzzes for the umpteenth time since you cancelled your date with Steven, with a small apology and telling you had a cold and didn’t want to get him sick. You still ignore it, wanting to stay safe in the darkness of your room.

What does get your attention is your front door creaking open. You groan as you sit up, wrapping your blankets around you.

“Hello?” You croak out, coughing again from the effort of speaking.

“It’s just me, love.” Steven’s voice immediately soothes your worry and you relax your shoulders, padding through your flat to see him in the kitchen. “I was worried about you, so I thought I’d come make you some soup and then I could keep an eye on you as well, yeah, so let’s get you settled down on the couch and I’ll bring you a cup of tea-”

“Steven.” You interrupt as he gently led you to your couch, sitting you down. “I don’t want to get you sick, and I’m a mess right now.” You whisper as his arms lingered around you.

“You look perfect, love. Let me take care of you.” He leaves no room for argument and you sigh, sinking down on to the couch. “There we go, that’s it.” He murmur, wrapping your blankets tighter around you. He presses his lips to your forehead, your skin hot against him. He scurries into your kitchen and makes you a cup of tea, bringing it to you with a small smile. “There you go, darling. Nice warm cup of tea to help soothe that poor throat of yours. I even put honey in it for you.” You smile at him weakly, reaching for the cup with shaky fingers.

“Thank you, Steven.” You mumble. He eases into the spot next to you, wrapping an arm around you and picking up the TV remote. He automatically puts your favourite show on, before pulling you fully into his arms. “I don’t wanna get you sick.” You protest weakly but he shakes his head.

“I’ll be fine, love.” He whispers against your hair, refusing to let go of you. You sigh, giving in and nesting against his chest, still gripping your mug of tea.

You occasionally sip from it, and Steven is right, it was soothing your throat. You don’t want to admit it. He knows, though. He always does. He gently unwraps from you and you whine, missing him immediately.

“Oh love, it’s okay, I’m just going to make you that soup I promised, yeah? Just watch the show.” Steven murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek before going to the kitchen. You sigh, wrapping yourself tighter in your blankets.

Steven comes back through with the soup half an hour later, and it pains him to see the way you’re curled up on yourself. He places the soup down on the table in front of you before wrapping himself around you again. You hum, letting him take the cup from your hands so you can cling to him.

“Thank you,” you whisper. He smiles against your hair.

“Anytime, love. I love you.” He doesn’t have to say it. You know.

[pimosworld]

Follower celebration

Ive somehow reached 700 of you lovely people and I’m so grateful for all of you. I’ve decided to do a Valentines party 💕 starting now going until 2/16.

Send me a ❤️ and your character of choice and I’ll make you a special Valentine.

Send me a 💌 and your character of choice along with your favorite genre-fluff,smut, angst, hurt/comfort and I’ll do a valentines Drabble.

Send me a 🤍 and I’ll tell you a fun fact about me or ask me any questions you’d like to get to know me better.

send me 🍆💍🔪 FMK any grouping of characters and I’ll tell you my answer and why.

Send me a 💘 and your character of choice and I’ll recommend my favorite fic or a new fic I’ve read for them.

Characters below the cut along with some ask questions to get to know me. 🤍 Don’t be shy if you want to be moots just let me know.

Frankie Morales

Joel Miller

Dave York

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Santiago Garcia

Moon boys (Jake,Marc,Steven)

Blue Jones

Will Miller

Benny Miller

Asks

Tagging a few mutuals- @melodygatesauthor @romanarose @modernperplexity @morallyinept @beefrobeefcal @soft-persephone @avastrasposts @chichimisaki @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @missdictatorme @ghostslillady @for-a-longlongtime @casa-boiardi @survivingandenduring @writefightandflightclub @magpiepillsjunior @goodwithcheese @fandxmslxt69 @reallyrallyauthor @st4rymoon @pedrit0-pascalit0 @legendary-pink-dot @spacecowboyhotch @hon3yboy

[sillyruinsfox]

Aphrodite

SUMMARY: Marc wasn't supposed to be home and you felt beautiful, enough to touch touch yourself and take control.

WARNINGS: nudity, prelude to sex. 16+

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It had just rained in London. The smoke had become heavier and settled down and the air seemed lighter. You threw the windows open; the chilly draft blew across your face. It seemed like the perfect time to have a private little dance party. It was rather convenient too, as usually Marc or Steven would be here but today they had gone out on a mission. He had said that he won't be back until tomorrow morning at best, so you knew for the fact that the evening was yours alone. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your hair was thrown up and a t-shirt rode up your thighs. Your skin glimmered in the soft light of the bustling city. A cold draft blew in from the window and hit your bare legs, a chill ran up your spine and lit a fire deep in your belly. You decided to play your favourite sexy song. It had often been a little fantasy of yours, to give someone a lap dance, but you never had the confidence to try that with either Marc or Steven. So you decided, half intoxicated by the romantic night that no better day than today to practice and build up that confidence.

The song played from the speaker, the violin built up to a tantalising note before a woman's voice broke through- half a moan and half a whisper. You stretched your arms and wrapped them around yourself, they slowly crept downwards and brushed up your bare thighs teasing the edge of your shirt. Your hand crept upwards, onto your belly which contracted at the sudden chill. Your eyes fluttered shut as goosebumps rose over your whole body. It descended upon you, the love for your body and the need to touch it to move it for no one but yourself. You felt like aphrodite at that moment, all of your flesh smelt like a garden of roses. 

You brushed off your shirt and trailed the tip of your finger from the tip of your jaw down the column of your throat as you sat down in front of the floor length mirror. The soft lighting painted your body in a sunset gold, making the valley's seem deeper and the peaks rise more. The same hand trailed down onto your breast, circling around its periphery and towards that center till you reached your nipple. 

A rush of heat shot down your core, making your core clench tighter. Your finger rubbed over your raised nipple a few time before you pinched it hard. A soft gap poured out. You pinched your other nipple. A clattering sound broke you out of your haze. You looked you and saw marc, in his Moon Knight suit.

‘Marc!’, you breathed out, your eyes blow wide as saucers. The mask stayed wrapped around his face. 

It slowly unwrapped, the bandages flicking in the air, ‘What are you doing vixen? And without me on top of that?’

You knew that look. The look that always appeared before he devoured you whole, before he demanded your submission to him. You felt yourself clench around nothing as your rose, your hair tickled your face, the heat that was coiled in your belly rose to your mouth, ‘Pleasing myself. Hence its none of your business.’

He sat down on the sofa, his legs splayed and arms spread on the backrest, ‘Anything that is yours, I have a right to, but I will only take what you give me.’, he continued after a beat, ‘You look like a goddess vixen.’

A smile spread across your face, ‘Good. I feel like one, and for today I hold the reins, so sit back and watch but you are not allowed to touch yourself or me till I say so.’

Adrenaline rushed through your veins, the world seemed to slow down and attune to you. Marc’s breathing quickened, ’The night’s yours and so am I.’

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Fills a @moonknight-events bingo square! (Voyeurism)

[thecitysgraveyard]

hello people! well im currently getting back into writing and so now im also writing for the moon boys :>> so you can request fluff, smut or angst and if you want you can give some prompts too :))

[hcofatransmasc]

I made some crack-ship drabble under the cut.

Jack Lockley/Miguel O'Hara ship

CW: Daddy kink; choking; BDSM; mentions of system

I don't even know what possessed me, oh my god-

Jake's eyes narrowed at that. The sheer gall to be disobedient, especially after Jake had been kind enough to repeat himself. But he knew what he'd heard Marc was somewhere between amused and shocked, where as Steven cowered in a corner to pretend he was not hopelessly turned on, and if he'd had any doubt, the hint of a smirk on Miguel's lips, teeth pulled back enough to reveal a tip of fang, was enough to confirm. But, if this was the game they were to play… The avatar growled as he snatched Miguel's throat, tilting his head back with it, lip curled up into a sneer. "Repeat that, pet," he spat. He somehow managed to not even shiver at the whimper Miguel let out, how his hands came up to weakly grip his wrist (and they both knew Miguel could throw Jake through the fucking wall should he honestly felt threatened), eyes going half-lidded and semi-glazed. "Yes… daddy," he managed to get out, somewhere between a swallow and a groan, sinking more into Jake's grip. Jake prayed, internally, for him to have the strength to make it to the end of this. "Safeword?" He kept the same growling tone from before, but actual worry passed through his eyes. He felt his shoulders relax a little when Miguel spoke. "Khonsu," he whispered, a gasp making the middle spike up in pitch as he adjusted his legs under him. His hands fell to the sides of Jake's hand, pulling it tighter against his throat. "… Please." Well. Wasn't that lovely. A deeper growl escaped his chest as Jake rushed forward, using his grip on Miguel's throat to his full ability. This was going to be a fun night.

[traveller-of-the-knight]

Based on a reblog of this post

@marisferasiop, you're amazing!

But doesn't because he secretly loves that bear too and it gives him comfort!

They both use it to ground themselves, and talk to it when they're feeling like they're about to burst into tears.

Marc of course has difficulties, falling asleep in his apartment storage place were he doesn't have anything else to hug -not even Layla. So he just takes the bear of the keys and hugs it tight to fall asleep, talking to it about his day like he used to do with her.

And for a moment he feels safe, safe enough to fall asleep anyway... Remembering what love feels like.

After that Steven subconsciously names it "Laylo" and reads French poetry to him, like Layla used to do with Marc.

He once put Laylo on Gus's tunk but Gus got scared. So he decided their friendship wasn't meant to be.

...But when he woke up "next morning" he saw a tiny chair next to the tank and Laylo was sitting on it! It felt like Steven's friends where getting along quite well. But how? He started to question wether or not Toy Story is a work of fiction, after that day.

Well the truth was... Jake was getting attached to Laylo too!!

Comment if you want to be tagged in part 2 ✨

@marisferasiop

[athenaderiva]

Since When Did You Care

Marc Spector x OFC, mentions of Steven x OFC and Jake x OFC

Word count: 450

Yelling, fluff, stitches, inaccurate DID

Cassie winced as she dabbed the alcohol wipe along her side. She’d not had a chance to heal before having to ditch the suit, almost being caught by a group of camera happy civilians. She had limped back to her flat. The cut on her rib was the worst she’d had in a while. A thud sounded behind her and she rolled her eyes.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Marc’s heavy accent assaulted her ears and she sighed, staring into the wound in her mirror. “I had it covered.”

“No, you really didn’t.” she huffed. His hands landed on her shoulders and he turned her around roughly, staring at the cut.

“You could have fucking died, Cassie. How do you think I would have handled that, huh? Or Jake? You think Steven would recover?”

“Since when did you care, Marc? Didn’t think I was more than a work friend that you fucked when you were stressed.” Cassie huffed, shoving him off of her. Marc glared, pausing as his eyes flickered to the mirror. She could almost see the conversation he must have been having and she slipped past him into her bathroom, grabbing her kit for stitching herself up.

“I always cared, Cassie.” His sigh was heavy and his hands closed around hers. “Let me do it. We both know I’m better at it,” he joked halfheartedly. Cassie didn’t smile. “I’m sorry I snapped, okay? I just - we just worry about you.” He mumbled. “Steven’s insulted that you think we’re just using you for stress relief, by the way. He’s ready to give you what he calls ‘an earful’ when he next fronts. And Jake wants to prove you wrong.” Cassie rolled her eyes again - something she had never done so much before meeting the three of them.

“That’s what it feels like. We don’t go on dates, we don’t do anything except hurt people and fuck.” He winced at her words as he eased the thread through the eye of the needle, setting to work on stitching her up.

“Then we’ll take you on dates. Anything you want and it’s yours baby, all you gotta do is ask.” He assured her as she gritted her teeth. He pressed a gentle kiss on each stitch as he finished. “Just don’t put yourself in the way of a blow. Please. It was terrifying to see.”

“I can’t promise. I want to keep you safe, all of you.” Marc chuckled, looking into the mirror.

“Steven says he’s waited long enough, baby.” Cassie huffed, not ready to hear Steven upset with her. “It’s okay. We know we need to do better.” Marc said, kissing the top of her head before his eyes rolled back in his head.

[brnesblogposts]

MARVEL MASTERLIST

bucky barnes

-facetime

-you’re just a man (drabble)

-name a woman

-his cinnamon girl

-stuck

-bucky barnes what a man

-3am kitchen meetings with bucky

-cootitis

-in good arms

-birthday kisses (bucky bday fic)

-do you take this pebble?

-the stranger with the umbrella

-his sweet girl (period comfort fic)

-boop (drabble)

-bucky x anxious reader

-monsters in his dreams

-caught in the act

-plum pie drabble

-bucky x reader northern lights

-his safe place (drabble)

-yes, no, maybe? (angst)

loki

-love lost (angst)

moonknight

-sunday morning

-unspoken love

-moonboys rescuing reader from spider

-moonboys when reader is on their period

chris evans

-lost dogs and chance meetings

avengers

-movie night with the avengers

-birthday girl

[queerponcho]

i dont care about how different they are cuz in this situation theyd all look at you with so much adoration while you focus on the knot.

Their eyes would shimmer and they‘d stop their breath when you meet their eyes and straighten out the collar of their crisp shirt. in the meantime his hands found your waist as he holds himself steady. you quickly lean in and peck him on the lips giggling at the overt loving expression on their face.

They are completely and utterly in love with you.

Imagine

If you will

While getting ready for a date night with one of the moon boys and tying their tie for them

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Section: Knight, M et al.

~This should pretty much always be updated unless I indicate otherwise in a post

let me know if any links don’t work :)~

KEY: Angst-☔️, Smut-🔥, Fluff-☀️, Comedy-🎭, In Progress-✏️, Complete-✅, Social Media AU-📱, Request-🎁

One Shots/Drabbles

~Teach Me How To Love: or the one where your shy museum gift shop working boyfriend is nervous for your first time ☀️🔥

~Wash Day With The Moonknight Boys: or the one where Steven, Jake, & Marc surprise you on wash day ☀️

~Make It Worth It: or the one where he convinces you to miss a date ☀️🔥

~What’s One Night With A Different Knight: or Marc takes Jake’s place on a date without his, or your, approval ☀️☔️

~All Things End: or finding out your boyfriend’s secrets does not bode well for your relationship ☔️

~Second Chances Don’t Wait: or the moonknight trio tells you about Marc’s ex-wife ☀️🎁

~Dessert First: Or a drabble about your insatiable boyfriend ☀️🔥🎁

~Everything Changes: Or the one where you wanna tell them some news & your nerves get misinterpreted ☀️☔️🎁

AUs

~Battle Of The Knights Miniseries Masterlist ☀️☔️✅

~All In My Head: or the moonknight trio meets a telepath ☀️☔️🔥✏️

Fake Texts/Reactions

~Nothing Yet

[flaminandgooo]

Keep forgetting to ask by please drop the link to your AO3 <3

There you go! 🤗🫶

https://archiveofourown.org/users/ontheflamingside/pseuds/ontheflamingside

It's my new one, though, so there's only the two little drabbles I posted here that i decided to upload there too for now! I don't have any sambucky fics on my old one, but if anyone's interested in batlantern/soapghost/moonknight/nanago/chaleigh, I can drop the link too ;) (I have a couple of other ships there too but I don't particularly like my works for those so I won't recommend them X) the only exception is a rarepaur that maybe 20 people like)

[boredzillenial]

Steven 🌒,Marc 🌓, Jake 🌑, all three 🌕

College AU Series 🌕

🌙 “Is That My Shirt?”

🌙 Coworkers

🌙 Biting

Sweater Weather

Strange yet Familiar

Western AU Series 🌓

🌙 Stargazing

One shots

🌒 F.A.F.O 🌑

🌙 Teasing Steven via text has consiquences

🌒 Stronger Than I Look 🌒

You and your coworker Steven are doing inventory late at night. Being a bigger girl you hadn’t worked up the courage to make a move. But an artifact hidden amongst the trinkets in stock changes things.

🌒 The Giftshoppest 🌒

📨 Steven helping you during an awkward moment in the museum and a bit of flirting ensues

🌓 Caught 🌓

📨 MoonKnight Marc walking in on the reader masturbating while house-sitting for him. She panics but he drags her to his bed where he makes her tell him what she was thinking about

🌒 Impact Play 🌑

🎃 You ask Steven for Impact Play at dinner, Jake steps in to show him how it’s done.

🌓 Slow & Soft 🌓

🎃 Marc had a rough night, you find him in the morning and give him what he needs.

🌒 Praise Kink 🌒

🎃 Steven accidentally discovers a new kink with you.

🌑 Wordless Apology 🌕

Jake takes Marc and Steven away during wedding planning, and you’re done.

Drabbles/ Headcanons

🌓 Sick-fic 🌓

Marc comes home to find you ill

🌓 Silly Comfort 🌓

Marc discovers a unique way to comfort you

📨 MoonKnight system X Miguel O’Hara headcanon

[pedrosyouknowwhat]

i think nathan bateman would be a great leader for the raiders, but pope would absolutely have something to say about that, i think poe would be a catfish type, he's the kindest of this group and a little more helpful than catfish, but still intimidated by the other guys too much to actually save you.

OUTCOME 3, bro, there is not enough fanfiction for this character and its sad because he's possibly my favourite oi character. he's literally *made* for survival, i have a feeling him and whiskey could either get along like a house on fire or be mortal enemies.

blue, shiv, and cecil seem to be sweethearts on the surface, but they've had to kill for their food before, they're possibly the worst of this group since at least nathan, santi, leto, and jonathan don't try and hide the fact they're an asshole, these three will lure you into a false sense of trust, getting you to 'formulate' an escape plan with them only to laugh in your face and dob on you to the others.

i think this group would be a lot more functional than the pedro group since a lot of them are leader types, they know how to survive out in the wilderness and how to work as a team, but theres still a dangerous amount of masculinity here which means not much good can come out of them finding you and the pedro group.

in my mind they either find reader after she's somehow managed to escape (though not super realistic as i think the other guys would always have a pair of eyes on her), ran a mile away, only to bump into her 'saviours' who end up letting her tag along back to the house where they exchange her for food, water, goods, their own goes at her.

or, alternatively, this group stumbles across the house while she's been locked inside for the day whilst everybody works. they break in, ransack the place to find her huddled up in a closet. a long six hours go by until the pedro raiders finally make their own journeys back home to find strange men sitting in their living room. i can picture catfish being the first to return home, and subsequently being beaten up before reader cries out for him.

not sure if you do anon tags on here, but in case you do, i'll be 🥩anon from here on out!

~ 🥩

omg you are a genius

I definitely need to do more research (watch more movies lmao) but I see this being a drabble or alternative universe inside the fic!!!

Pope and Catfish reunion (? omg like they did the heist before the out break and he’s like what the fuck you doing in my house? or when he recognizes him among the men!!!

I imagine Pope would be like the fuck is this and Catfish would be like “honestly I don’t really know”

Nathan Bateman as a leader would honestly be more terrifying than Joel. Ten times more ruthless and ten times less structured since the outbreak.

O-3 looked so hot when I googled him, but I think Whiskey would be too intimidated by so much unknown and toxic masculine energy around his little plaything and immediately become overly defensive.

LETO??? FROM DUNE? say bye to your ass. Or any hole, actually.

I’d love to play with MoonKnights multiple personalities for this, like imagine the same man being so warm and cooing one day, and then snapping out of it.

I’ll totally see it more like them breaking in, and seeing her tied up to the bed, as if waiting for them. You are sucking Nathan’s cock as the Pedro group entered the house, Catfish of course impatient to see reader and taking as many of them as possible.

The others begin to drop in, and despite being one man down, no one can stop them once Marcus and Joel see what they have done to what’s theirs.

or if it’s the other way, and she is escaping, fuck they’ll even offer reader to them, make the notion get into her pretty little head that there is no escape. And if taking 7 cocks is a lot, imagine 14.

Joel would keep their number in case you’d ever misbehaved again. God you’d be putty once they are done.

Gonna do research about it so I can give you something better than this!

And yes, I love having anon tags!!! so cute thank youuuuu