#Paul Spector Smut

[satisfiedmoonwatcher]

Rituals

Summary: Everyone has their pre and post rituals for battle. Isn't it time someone took care of Marc? Frenchie steps up to tend to his wounds and bring him back out of a post battle haze. Hurt comfort with some sexiness mixed in for fun.

Warnings: 18+. Contains: Oral , wound care, mild talk of battle and violence, mild mentions of blood. Some dissociation.

Word count: 8,700 - A pocket of love.

Pairings: Marc Spector x Jean-Paul "Frenchie" Duchamp

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They knew him at the strip clubs. 

The ladies flocked to him, screaming his name as he stepped through the doors, arms spread to greet them with a grin. 

He knew all their names. At least he knew their stage names. He would coo their names as they sat next to him, arms around his shoulders with a fancy drink in his hand. He often made a habit of ordering his drinks based on which lovely lady was sitting with him that night. 

Stage names often were like that. 

Lemon-Drop was the one that got him into trouble the most often. She was a pretty gossip who was far too perceptive for her own good. 

She was the first one to notice that when Jean-Paul came into the club, he wasn’t there to grope the girls. 

He came in on paydays. Any time he had more money lining his pockets than he was comfortable with, he’d hit the clubs and hand out the cash like it was nothing. He liked to think it was paying some girl’s way through college or helping a tired mom keep her kid off the street. Keep people from falling into his way of life. 

More so, he did it for the company. He didn’t care about the skimpy g-strings or peekaboo lingerie. When the topless dancing started, he’d hand over his stack of cash and sit back, chatting with the ladies at his side. 

Sure, he’d watch the shows. He found their dancing to be beautiful and far too talented. He liked when they spun on the pole and clapped when they did gravity defying stunts. But his whistles and cheers hardly held the lust that the other men in the club brought with them. 

Especially the other men that came in with similar garb. The sand crusted rough clothes that smelled of gunfire and foul things that were better left in the desert. 

The girls had long learned to ignore the blood crusted under the nails and the cuts and bruises across their faces. These were men of fortune and what did they care so long as the fortune ended up in their pockets? 

The ladies had long learned which of the men to keep their distance from and which of them just needed a warm touch and gentle reminder that they were still alive. 

Jean-Paul was absolutely on the side that needed that gentle reminder. His laugh and smile longed for friendship. His hands touched skin looking for softness and warmth and never dove for the places that made the girls cringe. 

Only the more seasoned girls recognized a man with something to hide. What did a man that fought wars for money have to hide? 

Lemon-Drop figured it out the second she saw the other man walk into the club. 

Marc Spector. Marc never visited the club on his own. He only arrived when the unit came together, often dragging him along with them with instances of him loosening up and enjoying himself for once. 

He was certainly a handsome one. The kind of face that broke hearts and left scars across young and naive emotions. His sullen dark eyes tugged at the desire to draw him in and hold him close. His frown that was desperately trying to turn into warm smile certainly made more than a few on-the-house drinks appear at his table. 

When Marc walked through the door, the younger girls would flock to him with dreams of a fat tip and perhaps a chance to melt that cold shoulder. Lemon-Drop smiled as she thought about the betting pool that had been started to see who could get Marc to smile and crack open for them first. 

Considering many of them thought Marc was secretly a millionaire looking to be someone’s sugar daddy, it was any wonder that Marc didn’t get every girl in the house suddenly fighting for his lap the second he sat down. 

Marc was not as easy with his money as Jean-Paul was. Marc stayed in the back near the bar and only nodded to the ladies on stage if they happened to catch his gaze. When a girl snuggled up to him for a little one on one attention, Marc would sit back and give her his full attention, his dark eyes taking her in like she had a spotlight on her. 

Lemon-Drop had to admit that his attention was addictive. He would offer soft compliments and slide the bills gently across the table. If he had to touch them, his fingers would float lightly as he gently tucked a folded bill securely into place as if he were afraid she might lose it. 

It was all a mask. You didn’t have to get that close to notice that Marc Spector often held more cuts and bruises than the other men. His hair was always wind blown and he tended to smell more like blood and gunpowder than the others. He was a man that got too close to the fire and didn’t know how to avoid getting burned. 

So what did Marc have to hide? What made him sit in the booth time after time as he downed the booze and looked for all the world like a man that would rather be left alone? 

Lemon-Drop was trying her luck with Marc one night, bent over and waiting for those gentle fingers to slide a large bill into her thong when she spied Jean-Paul across the room, his eyes locked onto Marc and filled with the lustful gaze that was often directed at her. 

Oh. Jean-Paul fell into place in her mind. She had seen it before. The kind of man that visited a strip club or brothel with no desire to partake of the delights found there. 

Yet there sat Marc, his eyes focused on her like she was the only thing left in the world. A centering point. Something that he could latch onto and try to be present with when he looked as if every ounce of his strength and concentration was being forced to staying where he was and keeping her in his sights. 

Oh. 

Her heart dropped and she kissed the betting pool goodbye. There was no use trying to win the heart of this man. Her youth had been wasted on broken men before. Men that were so fragile and shattered that it would take a miracle to reach them. 

Lemon-Drop sighed and she forced a smile as she turned to him. “You boys staying in town much longer? You know it makes us so sad when you run off for so long.” 

Marc nodded, not really listening. It took him a moment to realize she had actually asked him a question. He blinked and she watched as there was a visible struggle to pull himself back together. 

“We’re out first thing tomorrow morning.” He ran a hand through his hair and she glanced over to see Jean-Paul look away, forcing a laugh as he chatted up the pretty girl to his side. 

“Are you going to stay safe out there, Baby?” She sat next to him and pointed at a nasty looking gash that was scabbed over, running down his arm. “You gotta learn to doge, hun.” 

Marc glanced down as if seeing the old wound for the first time. He ran a finger over it then shrugged and looked away. “Safe as I always am.” 

“Mmnh. I think you could use a little backup.” She gently ran her fingers over the back of his neck. 

“Think our bosses might frown at me bringing you out to the field with me.” He gave her a dashing smile that could have fooled anyone that wasn’t paying attention. He was a charmer and she was certain he had charmed his way in and out of many people’s lives. 

“Oh honey, I’m not talking about me. As distracting as I am, I don’t think they’re going to take pity on me and simply roll over.” She chuckled trying to imagine where she might hide the gun. “I’ve got someone else in mind.” 

Her fingers gently slid up into his hair and directed his gaze across the room. “Know him? He looks like he’s from your unit.” 

Marc’s eyes glanced over Jean-Paul and he frowned. “Frenchie? Yeah he fights pretty good. Good driver.” 

She sighed and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I wasn’t talking about fighting, hun.” 

Marc gave her an annoyed look. “Then what are you talking about?” 

“I make a strict rule not to get involved in personal life. As a matter of fact, I think it’s part of the contract I had to sign to work here.” She moved to straddle his lap and leaned back, giving him a full view. She doubted very much that he had intended to pay for the lap dance, but the prices were listed and he had paid for it. 

To his credit, he did stare down at her chest. The haze in his eyes told her that he was not fully seeing it. 

Lemon-Drop utilized her flexibility to bend back and caught an upside-down view of Jean-Paul. He was now watching them fully. Was he jealous? Was he watching to see if Marc was enjoying himself? Was there a chance that this was something he wanted to see? 

She leaned back up and pressed into Marc fully and ground her hips against his lap. Normally it was all about the tease. The men wanted to feel thrilled and excited. They wanted to get worked up, but they didn’t want to be exposed. 

It used to surprise her how controlled the men that came here were. It was rare to push a man to orgasm. 

She slowly started to rock her hips, pushing the boundaries as she ground down against his groin. She wanted to know if it was possible. She wanted to know if Marc Spector could feel. 

His eyes flickered and he let out a slow breath then suddenly put his hands to her hips and stopped her. “Thanks for the show.” He gently lifted her and slid her off his lap then stood up. 

He pulled a wad of folded cash out of his pocket and held it out to her. 

Oh there it was. A peak behind the mask. She smiled and took the cash then watched as he collected himself and left the club. 

Lemon-Drop stopped by the bar and ordered the drink with her name then swung over to Jean-Paul’s seat. 

“Hey stranger.” She smirked down at him and handed him the drink. 

Jean-Paul looked up at her and patted the empty seat to his side. He whispered something to the girl on his other side and she quickly left them alone. 

“Your last customer looked a little sour.” Jean-Paul took a drink. “Such a shame to not enjoy a show like that.” 

She laughed. “That one? I don’t think there is much he enjoys. I think anyone after that piece of ass is wasting their time. That one is a heartbreaker.” 

Jean-Paul took a long drink to hide the frown on his face. “I would rather have a broken heart than an empty one.” 

He paid for his drink and her time then got up, gathering himself as he waved to the other girls. If he survived till the next pay day, he would be back to pretend that he was loved and with friends again. 

She smiled and watched him go. With any luck, they would arrive at the same place together eventually. The heartbreaker and the broken hearted. 

—

Jean-Paul sat up at the door to his tent. They were set to pack up and move out at dawn. The camp was going to stay with a relief group. Mostly the men that were too damaged to do much good in this mission. It was good land and there was no sense in leaving a perfectly good camp. 

With any luck, they would all return before the week was out. Those that did not return had their personal items scavenged by those that did. It was an unspoken understanding and nothing was ever personal. 

He was already packed. Always packed. There was no sense in unloading when they would just turn around and head out again in a few days. His personal items stayed in the tent. If he came back to them then they remained undamaged or lost. If he fell in the mission then they would be passed to the next young recruit. 

In the tent across from him, another way of life played out. The guns were laid out, taken apart and meticulously cleaned before being loaded and placed into their holders. Knives were sharpened and cleaned and a uniform was dusted off and folded at the end of a bed that would not be slept in. 

A man that did not let go of a way of life that pretended to be organized and have meaning. 

Jean-Paul glanced at his watch. There was a rustling and Marc emerged from his tent in his boxers and little else. He was right on time. 

When he first noticed the nightly wanderings, he thought it was some sort of sleepwalking. A dangerous thing to do when you lived and died by the bullet. Yet the more he watched him, the less like sleepwalking it seemed to be. 

Perhaps a ritual? Marc seemed to always do it right before a battle. The tension in the air would buzz and everyone had their superstitious performances. 

The guy in the next tent would count on his rosary for hours and hours, his sins stacking up till his fingers were blistered. The old man in the tent behind his would take long cold showers, believing it kept his senses sharp and body going. Jean-Paul could hear the water in the shower stall going. The man with a missing finger three tents over would eat a single hard boiled egg for dinner and wash it down with a bottle of sparkling water. 

He’d yet to figure out the significance on that one. 

Marc wandered. He would walk out into the night and stare at the sky, completely unaware of anything around him. Sometimes he talked to himself, sometimes he just stood in one spot and stared at everything and nothing all at once. 

Eventually, Marc would blink out of it and sheepishly head back to his tent and pretend like it never happened. 

Before Marc, Jean-Paul’s routine had been to smoke half a pack of cigarettes and look at the old pictures of men he had fallen for over the years. Now, he watched Marc. 

“Heartbreaker.” He muttered around his cigarette. He could easily see the trail of carnage that Marc left behind. He was certainly handsome enough. Tall, dark, mysterious, quiet, and when he put it on, he had the most dashing smile. 

He had seen women cling to him, dance for him, beg and plead and demand to be loved. He had even seen a few men take their shot and leave wondering if perhaps they had guessed wrong. 

None of it was malicious. Jean-Paul had spent a lot of time trying to figure out if he even had a shot with being this man’s friend. To be honest, he still didn’t know. 

Yet as he watched Marc come to a stop and simply stare, he wondered how many people had seen this side of Marc. How many had simply let him drift without trying to tether him back down or lost their shit at him. 

Sometimes it was only minutes before Marc would blink and become aware of things and head back to his tent. Sometimes he would stand for hours. On more than a few occasions Jean-Paul had followed Marc out into the desert at a respectable distance, concerned that Marc might wander into a mine field or enemy territory in the dark. 

This time, Marc stood still for half an hour, his face blank as he stared at the stars. Jean-Paul had just finished a cigarette and was fishing out another when Marc turned around and started to head back. 

He paused, looking down at Jean-Paul with an unreadable expression. “Backup.” He mumbled. 

Jean-Paul blinked and glanced around as if expecting to see something that made sense of the word. 

“When you fight. I trust you to watch my back if you trust me to watch yours.” 

Jean-Paul swallowed hard and nodded, forgetting how to make any sort of sounds, much less how to form words. 

It seemed to satisfy Marc as he nodded to himself and went back to his tent. 

Jean-Paul slowly put the new cigarette away and stared at Marc’s tent. He had been working with this man for a couple of years now. They had gotten into and out of more situations than he could name. They had shared space, ridden together, covered one another, and sat comfortably next to one another in the mess hall each and every day they shared a camp together. 

They had conversations about military tactics, training, weaponry, places they had been, places they wished to go, places to avoid, food, and languages they could understand. They had even touched on religion a few times. 

How was this the first time he felt like he had ever really spoken to Marc Spector? 

He ran a hand over his hair and cursed himself for not even trying to say something back. He went back inside to try to get some rest. 

–

“That was a complete and utter shitshow.” Jean-Paul flopped back on his cot and stared at the ceiling of his tent. 

He didn’t know how much they were going to get from this job, but he hoped it was worth the amount of crap they had walked into. 

Some jobs were just like that. 

He winced as he sat up and checked the bandage on his leg. He hadn’t bled through it yet. At least there was that. 

A shower and some practice in first aid had cleared his head. Now he just needed to hope he could sleep it all away. There was still a ringing in his left ear that he really hoped would go away and every time he closed his eyes he still felt like he was moving. 

A memory came to him of Marc sitting in the back of the truck with blood staining through multiple spots of his uniform. He’d taken a bad fall and gotten into a scuff with someone with a big knife. 

There were two types of men after a mission. The loud and boisterous ones that were still high on adrenaline, and the quiet contemplative ones that were lost in what they had survived.  

Jean-Paul was the quiet type that would simply sit and contemplate the fact that he had survived another day. 

Marc appeared to be the quiet type as well, but there was something telling him that perhaps there was something more there. Something that said that perhaps Marc was lost in surviving a different battle. 

One that only he knew about. 

This particular one had been brutal for all the wrong reasons. There was no heavy gunfire or explosives or screaming. The fighting had all been very up close and personal. Fists had bruised up faces and knives had sliced through flesh. 

When the battle could be won from a distance with bullets and quick thinking, it was easier to walk away and leave it all behind. When it was won with faces sneering into faces and knuckles breaking bone, it was easy to become lost in personal traumas. 

Jean-Paul got up and before he knew it, he was standing outside of Marc’s door. Courtesy dictated that he announce himself before entering. 

“Marc? I’m coming in.” It wasn’t a question. He gave it three seconds then marched into the tent. 

Marc was sitting on his cot, leaning on his knees and looking down at his hands. If he noticed Jean-Paul, he didn’t show any indication. He was still in his uniform and he had dried and crusted blood on his face. 

“Christ, Marc.” He sighed heavily and glanced around the tent. It wasn’t the first time he had been in there, but it was the first time he was able to really take it in. 

There were no pictures up. No memorabilia or decorations. A gold necklace with the star of David dangled from a support pole next to a hand mirror where he probably shaved when he remembered to. The guns were all laid out and disassembled for cleaning. One knife sat on his trunk, wiped clean. The bloody rag was on the floor, cast aside. 

There was very little of Marc Spector in there. 

“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” Jean-Paul went back to his tent and gathered up supplies then stopped by the supply area and gathered up a few things. 

Going back to Marc’s tent he was not surprised to find he had not moved an inch. 

Pulling up a trunk, Jean-Paul took a seat before Marc and set down a bowl of warm water and a washrag. 

“Come. Let me see.” He gently took Marc’s hands in his and turned them over. 

Marc stared down as Jean-Paul gently wiped his knuckles with the washcloth. They were bruised and scabbed, covered in grime and dirt. 

He couldn’t help but reflect of the first time he had come across Marc. A man taking a beating that no one deserved until he decided he had had enough and he fought back. He knew the damage those hands could do. 

They had done their damage again today. 

Jean-Paul cracked the instant cool pack and shook it to mix the chemicals then gently lay it across those bruised knuckles. They would heal and harden until they were needed again. 

Next, he focused on the knife wound that ran across Marc’s forearm, just under his right elbow. A defensive wound. He could have easily avoided it, but ducking and moving out of the way would have slowed him down and prevented him from landing the left hook that had crunched in the attacker’s nose. 

Watching Marc fight was an experience. The way he moved was always so confident. He was a man that understood how deadly he could be and he was not afraid to use it in the moment. He knew the limits of the body and chose to ignore them. 

Looking at him now, Jean-Paul suddenly understood that Marc carried an unknown amount of pain and torment with him that he could unleash on the battlefield like a bomb. 

The wash cloth dabbed at the deep gash and Marc didn’t so much as exhale or flinch. 

Once clean, he gently applied a bandage. He briefly wondered if Marc would bother changing it daily or if he would have to do it himself. Glancing up at Marc’s dark eyes, he decided to just do it himself. 

“Are you injured anywhere else?” Jean-Paul slid his hand gently up to Marc’s shoulder and sighed at the blood splatter he found across his shirt. The blood mostly belonged to the people that made the mistake of getting too close. No one that decided to fight Marc up close walked away. 

Yet there was a fresh spatter along the collar that didn’t match the others. 

When Marc didn’t respond, Jean-Paul looked up and leaned in, tilting Marc’s head back gently by his chin. 

A split lip that was scabbed over. It would probably sting for a while. Nothing he could do about that now. Traces of dried blood around a nostril. The nose had been broken before, but this time it seemed to have withstood the barrage of blows. A black eye that needed ice to bring down the swelling along his cheekbone. 

A gash just under the hairline. It was trying to scab over but probably needed more than that to heal properly. 

The wash cloth was dipped back into the warm bowl of water and gently dabbed at the gash. Marc let out a hissing sound then at last flinched and pulled back, suddenly seeming to take in that there was someone else before him. 

Fists clenched and his body tensed, lost in another time as he registered pain and closeness. There was rage and fear. Marc had just spent the day fighting for his life and unleashing everything in him. Unleashing the emotional pain that was always there, threatening to swallow him whole. 

Jean-Paul recognized the look of a man trapped in a battle in his own head and knew he was about to take a punch to the face that would probably send him spinning into next week. Too close to safely backup without triggering the fight response he did the next best thing he could think of and moved closer. 

He kept his grip on Marc’s chin and tilted his head back, moving in to capture the swollen lips in a tender kiss. 

Years ago, Jean-Paul had learned that most manly men were inherently self conscious and insecure. When he found himself bullied and cornered, he would turn tactics and play into their insecurities. He’d honestly kissed more men than he could remember. It often left them stunned and gave him just enough time to get the upper hand before their rage came down on him. 

Secretly, he liked to think that some of those men still thought about him as they discovered that perhaps they were experiencing self hatred and internalized bigotry. He hoped that the next time they kissed a man it opened new worlds for them. 

Marc did not flinch or try to push him away. His breathing calmed and his body relaxed as Jean-Paul slowly explored the rough and chapped lips, tasting blood and salt there. 

Pulling back, he found clear eyes looking at him in question. 

“You looked like you needed some medical attention.” Jean-Paul shrugged and held up the wash cloth. 

Marc looked down at the bandage on his arm then reached up and touched the gash on his forehead. “Did…” Marc’s voice trailed off and he glanced at Jean-Paul as if debating something. He shook his head then sighed. “Did the battle go well?” 

Jean-Paul sighed. “Well, neither of us are dead.” 

Marc looked off into the distance for a moment as if trying to decide if that statement was true or not. “No such luck this time.” 

So he was that sort of soldier. Jean-Paul oftened wondered if Marc was a man out for fortune, glory, or death. 

He never stopped to consider what type he himself was. He didn’t want to think about it. That would be admitting something he wasn’t ready to admit. 

“Do you often black out in battle?” Jean-Paul reached up and brushed Marc’s hair back, gently dabbing at the gash again, wiping the dirt and grime from his skin. 

Marc winced then laughed softly as he held still. “You have no idea.” 

“Seems dangerous. Not knowing what’s going on around you. Do you just live off of luck?” He pulled out a special band-aid that would help pull the wound close to let it heal. It seemed a shame to mark up such a perfect face. 

Yet, his face seemed to hold old scars well. His fingers dipped down to slide over the old gash in his eyebrow. 

“Luck has nothing to do with it. There… Let’s just say there’s a part of me that disagrees with death and knows how to fight.” Marc smiled and it was dashing beyond belief. 

Jean-Paul swallowed as he stared at those lips. “You should take your clothes off.” 

Marc’s smile faltered then turned into a teasing grin. “Pretty forward of you.” 

“I mean. They’re filthy. It is unsanitary to wear someone else’s blood. Not to mention the smell.” Jean-Paul tried to recover. “Plus there could be other wounds on you. I think it’s clear you aren’t going to take care of yourself at this point. Someone has to watch your back.” 

Marc sighed and he stood up. He tossed his coat to the side then started to undo his shirt buttons from top to bottom. 

Forget the strip club. Forget the acrobatic and flexible girls that defied gravity and lustful gazes. Each slow button was enough to send Jean-Paul’s heart pounding. He felt dizzy as the shirt was shrugged off and tossed aside. 

Of course he had seen Marc naked before. The joys and pain of having to share a shower tent with his fellow soldiers. 

It also didn’t help that Marc seemed to lack any sense of the word ‘modesty’. When it was time to shower, he would often drape a towel over his shoulder and walk to the tent completely nude. Why waste time stripping there? 

Then how could he forget Marc’s pre-battle wanderings? 

Yet there was something completely intimate and soft about watching a man strip in his personal space. 

The blood left Jean-Paul’s face as Marc’s hands dropped to his pants and he undid the button and zipper. His mouth fell open to tell him it was fine to leave those on, but no words came out. 

Shoes and pants were kicked aside recklessly and Marc held out his arms for inspection. 

It took Jean-Paul a solid minute to realize that he was supposed to be inspecting Marc for injuries and not just admiring his body. 

“Uh… Looks…Looks good. Spin. Let me see your back.” He felt light headed as Marc turned and glanced back at him. 

“My shoulder hurts a bit.” Marc rolled his shoulder. “I’ve dislocated it a few times. Do you know if I had to pop it back in back there?” 

Jean-Paul shook his head then tried to think back. He pictured Marc after he had taken the blow to the head. The utterly savage look that came over his face as he took the attacker down. How he had gotten back up and stood there, dripping in sweat and blood before he moved on to the next target. 

“You stopped using that arm for a bit. You must have popped it in mid battle. You took out a whole group that got the drop on us. Probably saved my life.” He got up and moved closer, reaching out a shaky hand as he longed to touch those muscles. 

“Hm.” Marc sighed. 

“Do you really not remember?” Jean-Paul slowly looked the back over and lightly touched a few abrasions with feather light fingers. How he wished to brush his lips across them. To taste the salt of Marc’s skin again. 

Marc was quiet a moment then glanced back at him. “I’ve known you a long time now.” 

“Longer than most.” Jean-Paul had hopped companies for years. He would stay long enough to almost know the names of everyone there, then move to the next. His secrets were his own and the less he knew, the less likely he was to have his heart broken. 

The reason for staying in this company for so long was now standing before him in his skivvies and he cursed his weak heart as it pounded inside with such need. 

“I was kicked out of the Marines because I have a disorder. I lied about it to get in and they found out about it.” Marc shrugged. 

“We all have disorders out here.” Jean-Paul let his fingers ghost over a forming bruise on Marc’s side. The man was lucky he didn’t have any broken ribs. 

Marc chuckled softly and glanced down at the bruise, laying his fingers across it to test how far it went. “Some more than others.” 

“So what’s your disorder?” Jean-Paul flushed as Marc lay his hand over his and moved it down to his hip. 

“Here.” Marc winced. “Feels like I rolled through barbed wire.” 

“You did.” Jean-Paul held his breath as he slowly pulled down the hem of Marc’s boxers and found a long gash that traveled down into no man’s land. He turned to grab a tube of antibiotic ointment. 

“I dissociate.” Marc pulled his boxers down and tossed them to join the rest of his bloody clothes. “Among other things…” 

Jean-Paul nearly dropped the tube when he turned back around. “Mon Dieu…” 

“You’re telling me.” Marc muttered as he followed the cuts down his hip and across his thighs. “That was fucking close.” He lifted a leg and ran his fingers along his inner thigh. “Nearly got castrated out there. Fucking hell.” 

“Uh huh.” Jean-Paul was breathing hard. He could feel the sweat building up on his brow and he wiped it away with a shaking hand. He held out the tube to Marc and looked away at anything else but at the naked man before him. 

Marc took the tube and started to apply the ointment to his cuts, his fingers moving where Jean-Paul could only dream of. 

“You need to take better care of yourself, Marc.” Jean-Paul swallowed. “I would be torn up if you died from some stupid infection or an injury that could have been avoided.” 

“Guess I’m going to have to start relying on you to patch me up, Frenchie.” Marc grinned. 

Jean-Paul rolled his eyes at the nickname. “Honestly, Marc. I don’t call you ‘Americany’ do I?” 

“I’m from Chicago.” He held out the tube of ointment. “Would you mind?” He pointed to the back of his thigh where the last of the scrapes ended. 

Jean-Paul sighed and knelt down on his knees. He slowly slid his fingers over the gashes, working the ointment into them gently. His fingers traced the cuts over his inner thigh and slowly worked up higher. What he would give to touch and feel him. To feel the blood rush and pulse there. To feel any ounce of desire for once be directed towards him. 

He exhaled softly and ghosted a kiss across the back of Marc’s thigh. 

Marc’s legs spread slightly and a hand lay over his, holding him there. “Make sure to get it all, Frenchie.” 

Jean-Paul’s heart was suddenly in his throat as Marc guided his fingers higher till they were brushing over Marc’s dick. 

His hand was cupped and Jean-Paul let his fingers slowly curl around the shaft and squeeze. 

Marc let out a soft sound that almost sounded like a moan and Jean-Paul nearly blacked out as the blood drained from his head and pooled in his suddenly far too tight pants. 

He felt the cock in his hand twitch and he held his breath as it slowly hardened. He dared not utter a single word, terrified that he might break the spell and be sent out of the tent for luring Marc into such a situation. 

Marc’s hand squeezed around his and slowly stroked up and down the shaft, letting him feel each bulging vein and how stiff he had gotten. 

Jean-Paul slowly rolled his thumb over the head and gasped out as Marc shuddered and his hips jerked. 

Guilt overcame him as he suddenly felt an inequality in the situation. “Marc…” He pulled his hand back and stood up. “You don’t have to do this.” 

Marc turned to face him and looked him over. Marc’s face was calm and lacked any sort of hesitancy or embarrassment. “Did I misread the situation?” His eyes settled on Jean-Paul’s bulging groin for a moment then moved back up. 

“You must surely know by now that I don’t fancy the ladies.” Jean-Paul tried to hold his gaze, ready to bare his soul and be abandoned and cast out again. 

Marc raised an eyebrow. “I’m not a lady.” 

“Neither am I.” Jean-Paul flushed. “This isn’t that kind of thing. I’m not looking for a pity fuck. I’m not looking to be some man’s substitute pussy.” An old wound torn open as he recalled his first mistake and first rejection. 

Marc gave him a serious look. “I enjoy the ladies. I love their curves and I’m just as willing to get down on my knees for them as any one.” 

Jean-Paul felt his heart drop. 

Marc leaned in and breathed into his ear. “And I love men just as much. Are you going to stand there making excuses or are you going to let me suck you off?” 

Jean-Paul blushed and moved his trembling hands to his fly, struggling to undo his belt and fly quickly. 

Marc rested his hands on his and slowly pushed them away as he sank to his knees. He undid the belt slowly and parted his fly. “Keep your clothes on. I think I like this dynamic…” 

Marc pushed him back to the cot and Jean-Paul sat down heavily. He looked down at the naked man that was slowly coaxing his dick out of his pants and groaned. “Marc… Are you sure? You don’t owe me anything for helping you…” 

Marc cupped his balls and slowly massaged them. “I miss a lot of things, Frenchie. I know I’m an idiot at the best of times. I honestly would never have noticed if someone hadn't pointed it out to me just the other day. The idea that you would do all this for me and then go back to your tent frustrated and alone doesn’t sit well with me. This isn’t because I owe you.” 

Jean-Paul groaned as Marc leaned in and slid his tongue across the head of his dick slowly. 

Marc pulled back and grinned up at him. “When was the last time you got a proper blow job?” 

Jean-Paul flushed. “I’m usually the one giving.” 

Marc thought about that for a moment then laughed. “At least that means I don’t have much to live up to then. You’re my first.” 

“Wait… What?” He didn’t have time to process that as Marc swirled his tongue around the head slowly then wrapped his lips around the head and sucked, sliding down on him with ease as he focused on relaxing his throat. He felt Marc’s throat clench around him as it threatened to gag then relax and push further until he was fully in.

“Mon Dieu… Marc!” His hands flew to Marc’s hair and dug in, gripping tightly as he arched his hips up. Marc swallowed and he felt every motion of Marc’s tongue and throat move around him. He groaned as Marc bobbed on him a moment then pulled off with a wet pop. 

Jean-Paul gasped and stared down at his picture perfect wet dream as Marc licked his lips and looked up at him with a grin. He could see Marc’s pulsing erection begging for attention and slowly dripping in need. 

A string of curses left his mouth as Marc gripped his dick and started to lick him over top to bottom while his other hand rolled and massaged his balls slowly. 

If there was one thing to be said about Marc Spector, it was that he never did anything half-assed. The man took punishment like a sadist but he also strived to do anything he did like a professional. Perhaps he had some trauma in his past that forced him to want to do everything with such perfection, but at the moment, Jean-Paul could only thank his lucky stars as Marc was now setting out to give the best damn blow job in the world. 

His tongue curled and twisted in ways that should not have been possible. He found sensitive nerves and teased them, feeling the way his dick twitched and pulsed as he neared his edge then was held at bay each time Marc pulled off to lick his lips. 

He hummed and deep throated, learning quickly to breathe through his nose and then when to hold off his gag reflex when Jean-Paul couldn’t control himself anymore and bucked up, fingers tangled in the dark hair as he struggled not to force Marc’s head down. 

Even more so, Marc was in his head. The beautiful naked body between his legs, untouched and in desperate need as Marc neglected his own wants. He could feel the heat as Marc’s body begged for any sort of tender touch. He could feel the way Marc tensed when Jean-Paul squirmed and brushed against him. He watched the way Marc’s hips twitched now and then each time he pulled off and looked up at him with that almost playful smirk. 

“Marc… Marc!” Jean-Paul moaned and arched his hips as Marc once more pulled off to lick his lips and watch his friend squirm. “Cock tease!” He groaned and panted. “I cannot last much longer. I’m either going to die or I’m going to cum.” 

Marc laughed softly and leaned in, slowly licking the tip. “Which do you want? I can swallow or you can cover me.” 

Jean-Paul stared at him with wide eyes. Logically he understood that if this really was Marc’s first time, he didn’t know which was expected of him. Staring at that face, as sexy as it might have been, he didn’t want to mess it up more than it already had been in battle. Another part of him wanted to become a part of Marc. The idea of being his first… 

He gripped his hair and pulled him back in. “Swallow!” He groaned as he rubbed his dick across Marc’s lips. Marc obediently parted his lips and took him in easily. 

He came hard, gasping as he felt Marc swallow without losing a single drop. He sat back and wiped his lips. 

“Shit…” Jean-Paul sank back for a moment, breathing heavily. He looked at Marc and immediately felt regret as he remembered the split lip that must have ached and stung the whole time. 

He sat up and gently cupped Marc’s face, sliding his thumb over the swollen lips and tracing the fresh split. “Look at you… Not a care for yourself…” 

Marc blinked as if just now noticing the state of his own body. He glanced down and shrugged. “I’ve been in worse shape.” 

Jean-Paul could only stare at him, taking in everything that sat before him. If he could take a picture and keep it somewhere next to his heart forever, he would die a happy man. 

“Let me take care of you.” Jean-Paul tucked himself away and fixed his pants before pulling Marc up into his lap. 

Marc straddled him easily and looked down at him, a blank slate with no idea on what he was doing. 

Jean-Paul looked up at him and slowly slid his hands over Marc’s chest. “Hey. Don’t drift off on me. This is your body. Let me take care of it for you.” 

Marc frowned for a moment. He didn’t enjoy having a body. He much preferred to drift and not feel it. He didn’t want to feel the pain that he caused or the damage that he took. 

His eyes followed Jean-Paul’s hands for a moment before he finally relaxed and took a few slow deep breaths. He shuddered and breathed out as the first sensation was of rough fingers rubbing across his nipples that sent shivers down his spine. 

“Moan.” Jean-Paul leaned in and nuzzled his neck. “I want to hear you make sounds, Marc. Let me know that you’re feeling this.” 

Jean-Paul dipped down and kissed across Marc’s collarbone, careful to avoid any of the dark bruises or scrapes that he had patched up earlier. 

Marc’s breath hitched and he let out a forced soft moan. The moan turned into a whimper as Jean-Paul moved his hands down and slowly started to stroke over Marc’s thighs. 

“Good… Just like that.” He draped an arm around Marc’s neck and pulled him in, kissing him softly as he slowly tasted him. 

Hands ran up his thighs and teased around his cock slowly. 

Marc squirmed and arched his hips, clinging to Jean-Paul tightly as he groaned into the kiss. Marc would not beg. He was a man that would rather suffer than beg. Jean-Paul had no interest in watching Marc suffer, but he did want to see if perhaps he could push Marc in a different direction. 

He gripped his dick and gave it a gentle squeeze as his thumb rubbed over the slit and head slowly. 

Marc whimpered and arched into him, nuzzling into Jean-Paul’s neck as he gasped and thrust his hips. 

“That’s it. I liked watching you suck me off. Did you even notice how much your dick ached? Sucking me must have really turned you on. I could see your hips moving in need as you swallowed me. Look how hard you are, right now. How can you be this hard and not notice?” He squeezed softly and gave a tug. 

Marc groaned and his hips twitched. “I’m used to it…” He gasped. “I don’t need anything.” 

“I think you’re full of it.” Jean-Paul stroked him roughly, feeling his dick swell and drip his pre-cum heavily before he squeezed and released him. “Maybe you think you don’t need anything but you want this. It’s okay to want pleasure, Marc.” He kissed him gently. “To want a little tenderness now and then.” 

Marc’s breathing grew heavier and his eyes fluttered as he groaned and ground his hips into him, desperately seeking out touch again. “Jean-Paul…” He whispered and flushed as the name escaped his lips. 

“Tell me you want to feel good.” He slid his hands over Marc’s chest again, taking great pleasure in mapping out each curve and muscle he found. His hands moved to Marc’s back and slowly traced his spine down till he was firmly gripping his ass in both hands. 

Marc squirmed in his lap and started to pant. “I want…” He bit his lower lip and groaned as his teeth dug into his swollen lip. “Ah… I want to feel…” 

Jean-Paul captured his lips in a kiss again, chasing away the pain as he tenderly sucked on the lower lip. “You want to feel good.” 

He teased fingers over Marc’s cock again, memorizing the way he felt in his hand. He was certain he would dream of this later. Far better than his usual nightmares. 

“Yes…” Marc moaned and tilted his head back, closing his eyes as he breathed deeply. His hips rocked and he let his whole body start to move as he leaned into the touch. “I want to feel you… I want to feel good…” 

Jean-Paul blushed as he watched Marc give in and squirm on his lap. It was like watching him slowly open up and let his guard down. Any cocky show or feelings of desperate separation from the world melted away and here he was, Marc Spector, laid bare before him. 

Jean-Paul instantly rolled and pushed Marc down on the cot, leaving a train of kisses down his chest to his stomach before circling his thighs slowly. “Beautiful… Say it again… Tell me what you want…” 

Marc was gasping now, the sounds coming from him barely contained as he squirmed back and gasped around, unsure where to put his hands as he sought something to cling to. 

“I want you… I want to feel you!” Marc groaned and grasped at Jean-Paul’s shoulders tightly, fingers digging in as lips brushed over his balls and a tongue slid across his dick. 

Jean-Paul kissed the head passionately, grinning to himself at the notion of what a true ‘French Kiss’ was as he worked his tongue around the swollen gland. He lapped at the sensitive slit for a moment then wrapped his lips over the head and sucked gently until it was red and tender, ready to blow. 

Marc arched his hips and rubbed his dick across Jean-Paul’s lips eagerly, gasping as he reached for pleasure and attention. “Yes… I want it… I want to feel it…” 

How long could Marc hold out as he clung to this feeling? Jean-Paul suspected Marc could push himself on the brink for far longer than was healthy. Reaching for but never letting himself have that satisfying release. 

He would not let Marc ride this one out. As skilled as he was at dragging men along past their breaking point, Jean-Paul decided he was going to end it here and now. 

He licked his lips then quickly took all of Marc in, swallowing and clenching his throat around him tightly as he slid his tongue down the sensitive underside fully. 

Marc took a sharp intake of breath and clenched his hands as if he was prepared to fight it. Jean-Paul groaned, letting the vibrations slide through him as he started to bob his head, pulling off to the tip before sliding back down easily. 

Another intake of breath and he could feel Marc starting to squirm, his leg muscles tightening as his hips stuttered and thrust. “Nnh…Ahh!” 

This was it. He sank down on him fully, sucking him to the deepest part of his throat. A hand flew to his hair and ran through it, unsure if it was trying to cling to him and hold him there or if he wanted to pull him off and deny it all. 

It didn’t matter as he felt Marc’s dick twitch and finally give up the fight as he came, shooting a thick load down Jean-Paul’s throat steadily. 

The strangled sound Marc made only encouraged him to suck harder, drawing it out in victory as he drank him down. Only when Marc was gasping and his hips started to thrash did Jean-Paul release him, letting his dick slide out of his mouth with a satisfied smile. He hovered there a moment, watching as Marc’s dick lay against his stomach, slowly softening. 

A soft kiss to remember him by and Jean-Paul slid up to collapse next to Marc, draping over him gently and feeling the heavy rise and fall of Marc’s chest. 

He peaked up at Marc’s face, desperately hoping to find him still present and not trying to drift off again to the place he always went after battles so he wouldn’t have to feel anything. 

Marc looked back at him, their eyes meeting for a moment. “Fuck.” Marc ran his hands through his own hair slowly as he lay back and processed. 

“Was that your first blow job?” Jean-Paul suspected that Marc was not a virgin, but he wondered how much Marc had ever let himself truly experience vs. what he had simply coasted through. 

Marc lay back for a moment then shook his head. “I’ve had a few before. But none…None like that.” 

“It’s the mustache.” Jean-Paul grinned and lay his head against Marc’s shoulder. “You should always look for the man with the mustache. He knows how to have a good time.” 

Marc groaned and sat up a moment. He grabbed the ice pack from before and lay back down, laying the ice pack on his face. “It doesn’t hurt as much, but I can feel it more. I’m aware of it.” 

Jean-Paul sighed and reached up to gently move the ice pack to the swollen part of Marc’s face. “It will fade again. Endorphins can only take you so far.”

He envied Marc’s ability to block out all the pain and sensation. Yet… The price he paid for it… 

He thought back to before, watching Marc gaze up at the night sky as he settled into whatever numbness he told himself he needed to live. 

Here Marc was again, naked in the night and fighting against being real and being here. He was a heartbreaker, but not for the reasons that everyone thought of. 

Marc’s breathing evened out and he looked to Jean-Paul fully, eyes open and asking. “I think I liked this. I could get used to this ritual.” 

Jean-Paul rested his head against Marc and slowly wrapped an arm around his naked waist, holding him close. “Keep your pre-battle ritual. Wander as far as you need to. As long as I survive, I’ll be here after to help bring you back.” 

Marc nodded, though he was already starting to drift again, his breathing slowing as sleep started to claim him at last. “Thank you…” 

“I’ll bring you back…” Jean-Paul promised him. “I’ll take care of you. No matter how broken we are, we’ll come back together…” 

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Tiptapricot

See Tiptapricot’s existing works here and here.

Preferred contact methods: Tumblr: Tiptapricot Email: tiptapricot@gmail.com Instagram: tiptapricot_vibes

Preferred organizations: - Autistic Self Advocacy Network - Native American Rights Fund - RIP Medical Debt - The Bail Project - Transgender Law Center (See the list of approved organizations here)

Will create works that contain: Sfw: Fluff, angst, horror, inhuman exploration, domesticity, falling in love, nonsexual intimacy, role swap, missing scenes, time loop/time travel AUs, sci fi, mixed canons from media, trans exploration, aspec exploration. Nsfw: explicit content with any of the above, transmasc porn, t-dick smut, frottage, grinding, monster sex, tentacles, aphrodisiacs, cock warming, weird sex, voyeurism/exhibitionism, more if asked.

Will not create works that contain: Yandere, dark!AUs, intentional OOC, scat play, piss play, non-monster blood play, heavy BDSM, bestiality, underage sex (whether between minors or between an adult and a minor), incestuous content, childbirth, period sex, cannibalism (aspects of monster-related eating may be discussed), race play, age play, medical abuse, suicide/self harm (references and content may be discussed), heavy non-con/dub-con (aspects involved in kinks may be discussed), heavy gore/heavy sexual gore (can be discussed in certain contexts), explicit and visceral murder, religious alteration/other religion AUs for Jewish characters, plural erasure/separate body/no system AUs for plural characters, magical genderswap/other gender AUs (fantastical trans explorations may be discussed), Bemis's run, Pepose’s City of the Dead characterization (though plot elements from CotD are welcome to be utilized), OCs, reader inserts

  -- Fic or Other Writing --

Auction ID: 1125

Will create works for the following relationships: Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Logan/Charles Xavier - X-Men: Evolution Miguel O'Hara-centric - Spider-Verse (animated films) Miguel O'Hara/Peter Parker/Mary Jane Watson - Spider-Verse (animated films) Jean-Paul Duchamp/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Greer Grant Nelson/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Jean-Paul Duchamp & Layla El-Faouly & Steven Grant & Jake Lockley & Marc Spector - 616, MCU Astronaut Marc/Jean-Paul Duchamp - 616, MCU Yehya Badr & Steven Grant & Jake Lockley & Marc Spector & the Midnight Mission crew - 616, MCU

Work Description: (This is my SFW listing, if you are interested in explicit/sexual work, please look for my other auction.) This listing is for a generally safe for work fic piece starting at ~1,000 words. Each $5 bid will increase the piece’s word count by ~500 words, up to ~5,000 words maximum. If desired by the winner, the resulting word count may be split among multiple smaller fics. It may also inhabit a lower word count than the maximum if it is hit in bidding (IE: even if this auction hits a $55 bid, if you would like only a 2k word fic, I can do that). Word count is not exact and I may go slightly over or under depending on what fits the story best, but I will try to stick as close as I can. Due to current projects and plans, I will not be able to begin active prose work on this piece until early 2024 (likely early January, if not a bit later. I will communicate my availability with the winner). Discussions, planning, and an outline are welcome to be discussed and hammered out before then. This piece as well as my other listing will be taking the place of two regular commission slots for my January opening, and it is unlikely I will open more slots at that time. Winning a listing from me here is the best way to guarantee a slot from me in the near future. Clarifications for listed relationships: For any group platonic relationships or polyamorous romantic relationships, I am open to the whole group listed, as well as any combination of characters listed within that group (IE: I am open to writing polyamorous Marc/Steven/Jake, as well as only Marc/Jake or only Marc/Steven. This applies to platonic groups like the Midnight Mission Crew as well, as in I am open to writing stories only featuring Badr, Reese, and Soldier being friends, or only Steven and The House of Shadows). If a relationship you are interested in is not listed here but seems to fit with what I’m open to (IE: Greer & Frenchie, House of Shadows-centric, or even Miguel & The Moon Knight System), you are welcome to bid and reach out to discuss it with me. I may not be open to all pair ups or explorations, however, so please make sure you are at least interested in a story with what I already have listed currently. The "Astronaut Marc" listing refers to Captain Spector/Commander/MK-1 AKA the spaceman alter featured in the Lemire run, and his inner world version of Frenchie who fights alongside him. I am open to headcanoned characterizations/stories for these two, as well as larger AUs should the winner want to do something extra fun with them. Further content clarifications: I am open to melding aspects of different universes together in whatever way the winner would like (IE: MCU Moon Knight System interacting with Lemire Run events). Additionally, characters regularly a part of the chosen cast but not listed above are welcome (IE: Gena, Crawley, Lyla, Mayday), and additional side characters or Marvel cameos are welcome as long as I am given ample communication on versions and where to find information on them if I’m not familiar with them. While 616 is listed for all Moon Knight characters, I am not comfortable writing for runs I am not familiar with or am uncomfortable with (see DNWs above for some runs). I am most familiar with the Lemire 2016 run and the MacKay 2021 run versions of the characters. Headcanoned versions of additional Moon Knight system headmates are allowed to a certain extent (IE: Mr. Knight as a separate headmate or Dr. Harrow as a separate headmate would be fine, an original child alter would not). Examples of my work can be found in my portfolio links! What I have posted covers a range of content and word count, depending on the length and story type you are looking for. When contacting me after winning, please have a general idea of the story you would like to see. Further discussion on things like specific beats, headcanons, point of view, and tense may be discussed after.

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature

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-- Fic or Other Writing --

Auction ID: 2061

Will create works for the following relationships: Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Miguel O'Hara/Peter Parker/Mary Jane Watson - Spider-Verse (animated films) Miguel O'Hara-centric - Spider-Verse (animated films) Khonshu-centric - 616, MCU Jean-Paul Duchamp/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Jean-Paul Duchamp/Steven Grant - 616 Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Greer Grant Nelson/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Astronaut Marc/Jean-Paul Duchamp - 616, MCU The House of Shadows-centric - 616

Work Description: (This is my NSFW listing, if you are interested in non-sexual work, please look for my other auction.) This listing is for a sexually explicit fic piece starting at ~1,000 words. Each $2 bid will increase the piece’s word count by ~200 words, up to ~4,000 words maximum. If desired by the winner, the resulting word count may be split among multiple smaller fics. It may also inhabit a lower word count than the maximum if it is hit in bidding (IE: even if this auction hits a $40 bid, if you would like only a 2k word fic, I can do that). Word count is not exact and I may go slightly over or under depending on what fits the story best, but I will try to stick as close as I can. Due to current projects and plans, I will not be able to begin active prose work on this piece until early 2024 (likely early January, if not a bit later. I will communicate my availability with the winner). Discussions, planning, and an outline are welcome to be discussed and hammered out before then. This piece as well as my other listing will be taking the place of two regular commission slots for my January opening, and it is unlikely I will open more slots at that time. Winning a listing from me here is the best way to guarantee a slot from me in the near future. Clarifications for listed relationships/characters: For any polyamorous relationships, I am open to the whole group listed, as well as any combination of characters listed within that group (IE: I am open to writing polyamorous Marc/Steven/Jake/Jean-Paul, as well as any combination within such as Marc/Jake, Jean-Paul/Jake/Steven, etc.). If a relationship you are interested in is not listed here but seems to fit with what I’m open to (IE: Layla and Jean-Paul both being with the Moon Knight System at the same time, someone engaging sexually with the House of Shadows, Miguel x MK System) you are welcome to bid and reach out to discuss it with me. I may not be open to all pair ups or explorations, however, so please make sure you are at least interested in a story with what I already have listed. The "Astronaut Marc" listing refers to Captain Spector/Commander/MK-1 AKA the spaceman alter featured in the Lemire run, and his inner world version of Frenchie who fights alongside him. I am open to headcanoned characterizations/stories for these two, as well as larger AUs should the winner want to do something extra fun with them. Both the House of Shadows and Khonshu are listed as I greatly enjoy inanimate/nonhuman/godly sex, and if anyone out there would like some good old eldritch building or god fucking, I am very very open to that. I am very specific about how I pair Khonshu with other characters, however, so work with him would be less flexible on what I’m open for outside of a solo scenario. Although comics Steven/Jean-Paul is covered by my polyamorous relationship pair up rule, I am especially interested in the MacKay versions of Steven and Jean-Paul as a ship, and would love to create for them. Further content clarifications: I would like the focus of this story to be on sexual intimacy, porn, etc. as I’m interested in creating a short and smutty piece we can both be excited about and have fun with, so as long as it fits with my content boundaries, weird and wild ideas are welcome! Plot build up outside of the main sexual content will be kept to a minimum unless further discussed. I am open to melding aspects of different universes together in whatever way the winner would like (IE: MCU Moon Knight System interacting with Lemire Run events). Additionally, characters regularly a part of the chosen cast but not listed above are welcome to feature (IE: Gena, Crawley, Lyla, Mayday), and additional side characters or Marvel cameos are welcome but only in brief mentions or appearances. Trans headcanons are more than welcome for any character! And further headcanons such as kink preference, body features (bottom growth, top surgery/bottom surgery or not, etc.) may be discussed as well. While 616 is listed for all Moon Knight characters, I am not comfortable writing for runs I am not familiar with or am uncomfortable with (see DNWs above for some runs). I am most familiar with the Lemire 2016 run and the MacKay 2021 run versions of the characters. Headcanoned versions of additional Moon Knight system headmates are allowed to a certain extent (IE: Mr. Knight as a separate headmate or Dr. Harrow as a separate headmate would be fine, an original child alter would not). Examples of my explicit work can be found in my portfolio links! If you would like further examples of my explicit content, a few short original pieces may be found here and here. When contacting me after winning, please have a general idea of the story you would like to see. Further discussion on things like specific beats, headcanons, point of view, and tense may be discussed after.

Ratings: Explicit

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☁ no under-18/kid readers as part of plot (highschool age for e.g. stranger things & teen wolf is fine as long as the actor is over 18 - so no s.t. kids!) ☁ i'm not qualified to write about stuff like eating disorders, self harm or other mental illness especially from a reader's perspective ☁ kinks like ddlg/age play, anal penetration, bodily fluids (besides blood and cum) ☁ I do not write real person fiction ☁ while generally POC reader requests is okay, i can't write specific races for charcaters besides desi readers (cause i'm desi myself)

who i write for! (always updating)

☁ from stranger things, i write for eddie munson, robin buckley, billy hargrove or steve harrington ☁ from marvel, i write for bucky barnes, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, jake lockley, marc spector, steven grant, layla el-faouly and miguel o'hara ☁ from harry potter, i write for cedric diggory, fred weasley, ron weasley, remus lupin, sirius black, regulus black and james potter ☁ from star wars, i write for poe dameron, or din djarin (the mandalorian) ☁ from triple frontier, i write for frankie morales and santiago garcia ☁ miscellaneous oscar isaac characters i write for include basil stitt, jonathan levy, duke leto, kane and orestes (agora) ☁ miscellaneous pedro pascal characters i write for include joel miller, javier peña, jack daniels (agent whiskey), dio morrissey ☁ miscellaneous sebastian stan characters i write for include lee bodecker, carter baizen and charles blackwood ☁ miscellaneous dylan o'brien characters i write for include thomas (maze runner), stiles stilinski, and stuart (the internship) ☁ other miscellaneous characters include felix catton (saltburn) and paul atriedes (dune) and tess servopoulos (the last of us)

[axen-gers]

axen-gers rules and character list!

rules!

i will write/may include:

smut

angst

fluff

mature scenes such as gore, violence, etc.

drug/alcohol use

kinks,bdsm,nsfw

weapon use

self harm and suicide

if the gender is not explicitly stated they will more than likely be female unless asked

dub-con/non-con

headcannons,one-shots,imagines,scenarios

i will not write:

certain kinks such as piss kinks, scat kink, or any involving bodily fluids that excrete waste

romanticized pedophilia, zoophilia, and necrophilia

all characters will be 18+ and i will age them up if needed

character list!

Harry Potter

golden trio era

harry potter

ron weasley

fred weasley

george weasley

charlie weasley

neville longbottom

cedric diggory

oliver wood

hermione granger

marauders era

james potter

remus lupin

regulus black

lily evans

Criminal Minds

spencer reid

emily prentiss

aaron hotchner

penelope garcia

9-1-1

evan buckley

eddie diaz

may grant

ravi panikkar

howie ‘chimney’ han

Marvel

steve rogers

bucky barnes

sam wilson

tasm peter parker

natasha romanoff

thor odinson

loki laufeyson

bruce banner

wanda maximoff

steven grant/marc spector

mobius m. mobius/don

Bridgerton

benedict bridgerton

eloise bridgerton

colin bridgerton

anthony bridgerton

The Rookie

john nolan

lucy chen

tim bradford

aaron thorsen

tamara colins

celina juarez

Twilight

edward cullen

alice cullen

charlie swan

rosalie hale

seth clearwater

paul lahote

jared cameron

sam uley

embry call

more soon!….

want to request something?

[voxmortuus]

Hi there! I love your fics and you make really hot ones with smut too. I love Jamie as Paul Spector but I can’t find any hot stories with him. Would you be able to write one for me please? It would be a masturbation over skype story, with dirty talk and Paul stroking himself on camera. (Basically what he did with Katie but hotter). Hopefully that’s possible! Many thanks!

PAIRING: Paul Spector x F!Reader

UNIVERSE: The Fall

WORDS: 1K

SUMMARY/PROMPT: See above <3

TRIGGER WARNING(S): SMUT BELOW THE CUT! | Male & Female Masturbation | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, I'm hoping this finds you well love! Link to the sex toy mentioned.

IMAGE CREDIT: Google I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP OF THESE IMAGES. If these are yours or you know who the creator(s) is please INBOX me and let me know. Thank you.

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REQUESTS: 500 FOLLOWER EVENT REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN UNTIL AUGUST 15TH!

Online you could live any life you wanted to live, you could be anyone you wanted, but with Paul, you felt like you could be your true self. He understood you, and you understood him. Building this online relationship, you had grown attached to him. Given the time difference, you knew you were on his schedule. There was a five-hour difference between you and Paul. It was still somewhat light in Boston, MA, whereas in Belfast, it was completely dark.

Climbing into bed, you recall when you had met Paul. You remember finding him on a fetish website. You connected over so many interests. Paul clung to you, but you clung harder to the idea of Paul. On this website, he owned you, you were collared by Paul, and he was making plans to bring you to him.

The idea of Paul going through all this effort to bring you to him, so he can touch you, so he can do all of the things he talks to you about. Your mind races, you grow excited, anticipating his call. Opening your computer, you place it on your bed and climb under the covers. Clicking on his name, you shoot him a message.

Hello, Sir.

Hello, Kitten.

Incoming Call

Accepting the call, you wait for the video to come on. When it finally comes on, you let out a soft breath and give a sweet, pleasant smile.

"How was your day?" he asks.

"It was good. I'm all packed and ready to go. I get my passport in a couple of days. How was your day?" you return his question with a smirk.

"My day was alright. I've been thinkin' about you all day."

"What kind of things have you been thinking about?" you ask with a tilted head and bite your lip.

"Things that would make you leave with bruises and comin' back for more."

"Oh? Like?"

"I'd rather show you." He gives a sinister smirk.

"I'd rather you show me too."

"What are ya wearin?" He asks you.

You move the blanket and show that you're completely nude, just as he asked. "And you?"

He moves his blanket and shows that he's hard. You bite your lip, and your hand grips your breast while your finger plays with your nipple.

"I would love to place my lips around that hard cock, Sir." You say softly.

"I can't wait to feel that, Kitten." He smirks.

He moves his hand to his cock, moving the computer so you can see.

"I want you to play with yourself. I want to see you playing with yourself. You have the toy I bought you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl. You will use that when I tell you. Just imagine your fingers are my fingers."

"Yes, Sir."

Your hand slides down your body to your swollen needy clit. You let out a soft breath as you begin to play with yourself. Watching him stroke himself, watching his hands, his chest, the facial expressions. You bite your lip as you pick up the pace a bit, matching him, letting off a soft moan.

You close your eyes a moment biting your lip harder as you insert your fingers into your wet cunt. Your body shakes, and your muscles clench around your finger as you move them in and out a bit, bringing them back up to rub your clit. You open your eyes back up and watch him.

The way he strokes himself, how hard he is, it makes your mouth water. Your breath begins to pick up, your chest rises and falls, you grip your breast with your free hand as you start to moan again a little louder. Your fingers work a little more as you listen to his breathing.

"How wet are you, Kitten?" He asks you.

"So wet, Sir. So wet, my pussy is throbbing, dripping almost." You moan softly. "Your fingers feel so good, Sir."

"Want to feel my cock, baby?"

"Yes, Sir." You almost whine.

"Grab the toy, and start slow." He demands.

Grabbing your toy all ready to go, you moan softly, inserting it moving it with ease from your well-lubricated cunt.

"Good girl. Match my pace. Think of me. Wrap your belt around your throat, pull tighter when I pick up the pace. Focus on me."

"Yes, Sir." You state with an excited tone to your voice as you match his pace.

Watching him, you match his pace. The way he stroked himself was the same way you pushed that toy in and out, the way your thumb brushed against your clit. You moan softly, watching as he picked up the pace, you pull the belt tighter around your throat tightened.

Feeling this rush run through you, his pace picks up, and your belt tightens around your throat, and your pace picks up, matching his. Hearing him groan gives you goosebumps.

"Good girl, Kitten. Faster. Faster for Sir. Grip harder. Come on, baby. Make Daddy Cum, baby." He encourages you.

On your own, you go faster, harder, thrusting the toy into your wet pussy harder, your grip on your neck gets as tight as you can without passing out. You whimper, moan, and your moans turn to screams of pleasure, calling out his name, your nipples are hard, your flesh is sensitive, your clit swollen, needing, pulsating. You rub it slightly with your hand, you thrust the toy into you.

His hand works faster, hearing him moan louder you hear him telling you to cum. Your body shakes and shivers, and you scream, squirting past the toy out the sides, you feel the toy release inside you, and you pull the toy from you, and your orgasm was so intense your sheets are drenched. Hearing him finish with you, you bite your lip and look over at him and smile, giggling.

"Good girl. Change your sheets. I will call you in the morning. I will see you soon, Kitten." He smiles.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Good night, Kitten."

"Good night, Sir." You smile and close the laptop when he hangs up.

You pull the belt from your neck and look at the mess, and chuckle. Shaking your head, you change your sheets and clean yourself up and hop in bed, pulling your pillow close to you. Your body still shaking, and your pussy throbbing. With the pillow slightly between your legs, you feel it pressed against your pussy. "I love you, Sir."

[ink-and-blood-goddess]

New List for Character Fanfic Requests

ATENTTION ALL FANFIC READERS! ATENTTION ALL FANFIC READERS!

I’m releasing a new list of characters from fandoms that I’ll write for. My other list of characters is still open for requests, I’m providing a link below for you to see

List of Characters List I

I do get really busy with my job and other things I do, so I’ll write your requests whenever I get the chance to when I’m not really busy at the moment. If I get overwhelmed, I’ll close my requests for the moment and open them back up after I finish writing them...

List of Characters II

Richard B. Riddick-Chronicles of Riddick  🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Harry Osborn-The Amazing Spider-Man 2  🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Lyutsifer Safin-No Time To Die 007  🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Eddie Munson-Stranger Things S4 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Henry Creel/Peter Ballard/Vecna-Stranger Things S4  🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Hannibal Lecter-Hannibal (NBC TV Series)  🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Paul Atreides-Dune 2021  🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Michael Morbius-Morbius 2022  🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Lucien Crown/Milo Morbius-Morbius 2022  🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Karl Heisenberg-Resident Evil Village 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley-Moon Knight 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

John Wick-John Wick Franchise  🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Symbols:

🌸-Fluff 

❤️‍🔥-Smut 

👐🏻-General 

 💐-Dating 

 💘-Romance 

🖤-Angst 

🔪🩸-Violence 

 🔞-NSFW

Citrus Scale: 

🍑 (Peach)-No Sexual Interactions 

🍎 (Citrus)-Romantic hug/or kiss 

🍊 (Orange)-Romantic hug/or kiss with a hint of sexual interaction 

 🍈 (Lime)-Heavy making out with light groping 

 🍋 (Lemon) Actual Sexual Intercourse

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

𝓐𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝔁 𝓕𝓽𝓶!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 | 2022 |

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/E3ye6w1

by Bucky_Barnes_Lover

Hello, thank you for clicking onto my book! As you read by the title this is an Avengers x ftm!Reader [one shot] book, I have recently gotten caught up with the fandom and decided I would try my luck at writing a book. - I will only be writing female to male readers since there aren't many out there. - | ᴜᴘʟᴏᴀᴅꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜱʟᴏᴡ | - | ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ | -open- ✔️ -closed- - | ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴍᴘꜱ | -started- 21/04/22 -finished- n/a - | ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ ᴏʀ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴘʟᴏᴛ, ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ | -

Words: 3444, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Moon Knight (TV 2022)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, T'Challa (Marvel), Steve Grant, Marc Spector, Peter Parker, Vision (Marvel), Kate Bishop, Natasha Romanoff, Scott Lang, Loki Laufeyson, Pepper Potts, Reader

Relationships: Chris Evans/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Sebastian Stan/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Chris Hemsworth/Reader, Thor/Reader, Robert Downey Jr./Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, mark ruffalo/reader, Bruce Banner/Reader, Jeremy Renner/Reader, Clint Barton/Reader, Aaron Taylor-Johnson/Reader, Pietro Maximoff/Reader, Elizabeth Olsen/Reader, Wanda Maximoff/Reader, Chadwick Boseman/Reader, T'Challa/Reader, Oscar Isaac/Reader, Steve Grant/Reader, Marc Spector/Reader, Tom Holland/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Paul Bettany/reader, Vision/Reader, Benedict Cumberbatch/Reader, Stephen Strange/Reader, Hailee Steinfield/Reader, Kate Bishop/Reader, Scarlett Johansson/Reader, natasha Romanoff/reader, Paul Rudd/Reader, Scott Lang/Reader, Tom Hiddleston/Reader, Loki Laufeyson/Reader, Gwyneth Paltrow/Reader, Pepper Potts/Reader, Sam Wilson/Reader, Anthony Mackie/Reader

Additional Tags: Angst, Avengers - Freeform, Bisexual, Fluff, Ftm!Reader - Freeform, Gay, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ, One Shot Collection, Trans Male Character, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Tags will be added eventually

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/E3ye6w1

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Requests

These are the characters I write for!

I also will do platonic pairings or poly pairings (no incest!), I won't do smut with minors! This is a list of romantic pairings, I will write platonic fics for anyone!

DC

Bruce Wayne

Clark Kent

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson

Arthur Curry

Orm/Ocean Master

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Castiel Novak

John Winchester

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon

Robb Stark

Jon Snow

Jamie Lannister

Tormund Giantsbane

Sandor Clegane

Cregan Stark

Daemon Targaryen

Jacaerys Velaryon

Aemond Targaryen

Aegon II Targaryen

Slashers

Thomas Hewitt

Brahms Heelshire

Yautja

Jason Voorhees

MW2

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

König

John Price

Jonny 'Soap' Mactavish

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Criminal Minds

Derek Morgan

Aaron Hotchner

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Negan Smith

Marvel

Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Thor Odinson

Eddie Brock/Venom

Peter Parker

Logan Howlett

Erik Lensherr

Charles Xavier

Alex Summers

Matt Murdock

Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley

Dune

Paul Atreides

Leto Atreides

Duncan Idaho

Chani

Stilgar

Gurney Halleck

Feuyd Ratha

[mthofferings2023]

kimmycup

See kimmycup’s existing works here and here.

Preferred contact methods: Discord: kimmycup

Preferred organizations: - ALA "Unite Against Book Bans" Campaign - Assistance Dogs International - Médecins San Frontières (Doctors Without Borders) (See the list of approved organizations here)

Will create works that contain: Fic: At longer wordcounts I am predominantly good with plotty stuff. Preferably canon divergence but some AUs work too - coffeeshop or other fluffy ones I'm better at - I weave angst into that rather than using angsty setting. I can do whump, I can do action. I am weirdly specialized in angsty kidfic, apparently, as I realized.

Will not create works that contain: For fic: zombies, infidelity, dark settings (slavery, dystopia etc), supernatural AUs, omegaverse, overly explicit stuff (i can throw in a sex scene in a whole fic but not write a smut only fic). For candles: Overly elaborate desigs in wax, basically anything with too many pieces forming the shape. Like Tony's arc reactor.

  -- Fic or Other Writing --

Auction ID: 1127

Will create works for the following relationships: Frank Castle/Foggy Nelson - MCU Frank Castle/Matt Murdock - MCU Matt Murdock/Foggy Nelson - MCU Layla El-Faouly/Marc Spector - MCU James "Rhodey" Rhodes/Tony Stark - MCU Harry Osborn/Peter Parker - MCU, Spider-Man (Raimi trilogy), TASM Layla El-Faouly/Jake Lockley - 616, MCU Frank Castle/Matt Murdock/Foggy Nelson - MCU Matt Murdock/Foggy Nelson/Marci Stahl - MCU Jean-Paul DuChamp/Steven Grant - 616, MCU

Work Description: This is the insane auction you've been looking for. I'm offering a fic without top wordcount limit. Every 10 dollars is 1k words. Yes, that means 500 dollars is 50k. That means a thousand is 100k. I don't predict more but you can do more! Go wild! Ruin me! Set me a challenge like I never had before! Due to wordcount, I would like to ask anyone bidding over 20/30k words to contact me if I am for sure happy with the prompt. I can't write long fic for stuff I don't like. Due to the nature of a fic being a long form, your prompt should reflect that. Canon rewrites (or crossovers and fusions, as long as I'm familiar and okay with the other piece of media) or plotty stuff preferred. If you don't want something too long you can also break the auction wordcount into up to three separate fics. I am also happy to do other ships, especially poly related to the people already listed, like Layla/system or Frenchie/system, Frenchie/Jake, Marci with either of the avocados instead of together, or even gen fic. Once again please ask first if you're unsure if I will write what you want.

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!

CLICK HERE TO BID ON THIS WORK

-- Craft or Merchandise --

Auction ID: 2063

Will create works for the following relationships: Jeff the Land Shark-centric - 616

Work Description: This auction will be a figurine in polymer clay of Jeff the land shark. The size is customizable (up to 10cm), and so are the colors. We can discuss potential positioning him into a different pose than standing or adding accessories if auction hits 50 dollars. Winner pays shipping.

Ratings: Gen

Can pods bid on this auction? No - I'd rather not be bid on by pods

CLICK HERE TO BID ON THIS WORK

-- Craft or Merchandise --

Auction ID: 3023

Will create works for the following relationships: Tony Stark-centric - Any Universe Bruce Banner-centric - Any Universe Natasha Romanov-centric - Any Universe Clint Barton-centric - Any Universe Bucky Barnes-centric - Any Universe Avengers fandom any gen and ship - Any Universe X-Men fandom any gen and ship - Any Universe Defenders fandom any gen and ship - Any Universe Moon Knight fandom any gen and ship - Any Universe

Work Description: This work is for a custom candle. It's up to you what it will look like. I can do shapes in the wax, I can do layers, inbeds, a lot of different ways to incorporate characters. See images for examples (the Hawkeye logo could also be a free standing candle on its own). What I cannot do is elaborate designs like arc reactor - it's too many pieces to center. Ideally contact me if you have an idea that seems more complicated or about specific characters from the "any" section. Winner pays shipping.

Ratings: Gen

Can pods bid on this auction? No - I'd rather not be bid on by pods

CLICK HERE TO BID ON THIS WORK

The auction runs from October 22 (12 AM ET) to October 28 (11:59:59 PM ET). Visit marveltrumpshate.com during Auction Week to view all of our auctions and to place your bids!

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I'm taking requests!

Rules:

send any request you have to me through the comments on this post or my inbox

I write mainly fluff but I can also do angst (it's not the best) however I cannot do smut. (I tried and it ended up as a shit show)

first come first serve

I write all types of relationships including x reader, wlw, wlm, mlm, polyamorous, and ships

I write for:

Dear Evan Hansen

Evan Hansen

Connor Murphy

Zoe Murphy

Jared Kleinman

Be More Chill

Michael Mell

Jeremy Heere

Rich Goranski

Newsies

Davey Jacobs

Crutchie

Race

Spot

West Side Story

Riff

Baby John

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Peter Parker (Tom, Andrew, or Tobey)

Loki Laufeyson

Kate Bishop

Agatha Harkness

Dr Stephen Strange

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Jake Lockley

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Neville Longbottom

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Newt Scamander

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

Dune

Paul Atreides

Duke Leto Atreides

Stranger Things

Peter Ballard

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Gareth Emerson

Argyle

The Last Of Us

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Jurassic Park

Tim Murphy

Queen - Band

Roger Taylor

John Deacon

Brian May

The Beatles

Paul McCartney

George Harrison

Tangled

Flynn Rider

Atypical

Casey Gardner

The Inheritance Games

Avery Grambs

Grayson Hawthorne

Heathers (Movie)

Jason Dean

Veronica Sawyer

Actors

Mike Faist

Laura Dreyfuss

Sebastian Stan

Chris Evans

Tom Holland

Andrew Garfield

Joe Mazzello

Oscar Isaac

Miscellaneous

Woodland Demars

I might do some other characters/people if you ask me. these are just the ones I've written before

If you don’t know what to request, I got some prompts you can choose from below. Just make sure in your request to specify which prompt from which list!

General Prompts

It’s really not that complicated

Close the door

It’s three in the morning

I should have told you a long time ago

Why are you helping me?

You have to leave right now

Just trust me

I’ve been waiting a long time

We could get arrested for this

What were you thinking about?

I thought you were dead

You’re never going to let that go, are you?

Was that supposed to hurt?

I can explain

I don’t believe you

He/She/They was/were never mine, but losing him/her/them broke my heart

How do you destroy a monster without becoming one?

I’m afraid you’ll end up seeing me the way I see myself

He/she/they lived to be the greatest

Don’t ever forget me. Please.

The world stopped breathing that night

Everything here can kill you, but I can do it most efficiently

Don’t tell me to give up like everything is meaningless

I buy a personality

I screwed up

And maybe in the end, I was meant to be alone...

You’ll never see how toxic someone is until you breathe fresh air

I just want to go somewhere where nobody knows my name

All the memories come back, but they never do

If your treated like a monster for long enough you become one

Nightmares keeping you awake too?

There, there, it's okay, don't cry

Shh It's okay now, I'm here

I will always be here for you. Never forget that

Don't you ever forget that I am always here

If you ever feel alone, don't because I'm right here

I Literally Scraped My Knee Falling For You

Angst Prompts

Shut up

I can't believe you would do this to me. After everything I've done for you

Give it back

No.

I can't even look at you

You could have just told me

You're just a kid

I'm done

Stop talking to me

Stop coming back

I don't care

Please just let me go

Do you love him/her/them?

I can't love you

I used to think love was real

But in the end I was not the boy/girl/person he/she/they fell in love with

I always knew I would end up being the one who got hurt

If only I had spoken up to him/her/them the first day I saw him/her/them. Maybe we would have been friends and maybe we would have fallen in love. But I didn't talk to him/her/them and we weren't friends and we didn't fall in love. He/she/they found someone else. I can only blame myself

I tried not to fall in love with him/her/them

Can you please stop?

Why did you come back?

Go away

What you said really hurt

I can't do this anymore

I'm not fine. I know I said I was but I'm not

I can't love you. I don't know how

Help.

I have no choice

I had no choice

And with those words, he/she/they left

You're hurting me

You have to choose

Here. You can have it back

Kissing me won't make this go away

To think I trusted you...

I miss your smile

Don't you remember?

I never want to look at you again

You weren't there when I needed you most

How can one person be the source of so much pain?

You’re my regret

Watch me

Don't cry, everything will work out

Please don't cry, I'm so sorry

Fluffy Prompts

You deserve someone who values you

I've known you sense, forever. I can't imagine my life without you

We can't be friends anymore. I will always see you as something else

I don't like him/her/them. I like you

You're a wonderful person, never forget that

He/she/they has/have no idea what they're missing

Sure there are people out there who lobe you. I do

The lucky guy/girl/person who wins your heart will be so lucky

If it wasn't for you, I would be lost. I'm so glad you came into my life

I'd do anything for you

If I was your boy/girl friend, I'd pepper you with kisses and gifts and spoil you so badly

I've been thinking about you a lot lately

Are you jealous of (character/person)

Can you picture it? You and I together?

'Us' I like the sound of that

You always know what to say

My family thinks we're dating...

You’re in love with her/him/them

Come here

Love is overrated

I’ve missed this

Didn’t you guys used to be best friends?

[ao3feed-buckyreader]

𝓐𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝔁 𝓕𝓽𝓶!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 | 2022 |

by Bucky_Barnes_Lover

Hello, thank you for clicking onto my book! As you read by the title this is an Avengers x ftm!Reader [one shot] book, I have recently gotten caught up with the fandom and decided I would try my luck at writing a book. - I will only be writing female to male readers since there aren't many out there. - | ᴜᴘʟᴏᴀᴅꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜱʟᴏᴡ | - | ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ | -open- ✔️ -closed- - | ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴍᴘꜱ | -started- 21/04/22 -finished- n/a - | ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ ᴏʀ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴘʟᴏᴛ, ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ | -

Words: 2566, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Moon Knight (TV 2022)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, T'Challa (Marvel), Steve Grant, Marc Spector, Peter Parker, Vision (Marvel), Kate Bishop, Natasha Romanoff, Scott Lang, Loki Laufeyson, Pepper Potts, Reader

Relationships: Chris Evans/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Sebastian Stan/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Chris Hemsworth/Reader, Thor/Reader, Robert Downey Jr./Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, mark ruffalo/reader, Bruce Banner/Reader, Jeremy Renner/Reader, Clint Barton/Reader, Aaron Taylor-Johnson/Reader, Pietro Maximoff/Reader, Elizabeth Olsen/Reader, Wanda Maximoff/Reader, Chadwick Boseman/Reader, T'Challa/Reader, Oscar Isaac/Reader, Steve Grant/Reader, Marc Spector/Reader, Tom Holland/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Paul Bettany/reader, Vision/Reader, Benedict Cumberbatch/Reader, Stephen Strange/Reader, Hailee Steinfield/Reader, Kate Bishop/Reader, Scarlett Johansson/Reader, natasha Romanoff/reader, Paul Rudd/Reader, Scott Lang/Reader, Tom Hiddleston/Reader, Loki Laufeyson/Reader, Gwyneth Paltrow/Reader, Pepper Potts/Reader, Sam Wilson/Reader, Anthony Mackie/Reader

Additional Tags: Angst, Avengers - Freeform, Bisexual, Fluff, Ftm!Reader - Freeform, Gay, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ, One Shot Collection, Trans Male Character, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Tags will be added eventually

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/38602092

[saintlike78]

Request rules - Requests are currently: CLOSED

If you have a specific idea please don’t hesitate to let me know, but if you only have a character in mind that’s also completely fine, just remember to let me know if you want smut, angst or fluff.

Also remember, I write the requests I feel inspired to write! I won’t force myself to write something just because it was requested. If I don’t write your request you’re welcome to send it to another writer on the app.

To see if I’m doing your request check out my wip’s

Who I write for (☀️ = my faves atm) :

HP:

Fred Weasley 

George Weasley 

Ron Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Bill Weasley 

Draco Malfoy 

Lucius Malfoy

Neville Longbottom 

Remus Lupin ☀️

Sirius Black ☀️

Regulus Black

James Potter ☀️

Lily Potter

Luna Lovegood 

Hermione Granger 

Theodore Nott 

Poly Marauders 

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes (This includes Stucky)

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Steve Rogers (This includes Stucky)

Doctor Stephen Strange

Sam Wilson

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Peter Parker (Tom and Andrew)

King T'challa

Baron Zemo

Druig

Makkari

Matt Murdock

Steven Grant, Marc Spector & Jake Lockley

Layla el-Faouly

Other fandoms:

Charlie Swan (twilight)

Sheriff Hassan (Midnight Mass)

Father Paul (Midnight Mass)

Owen Sharma (Haunting of Bly Manor)

Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds) ☀️

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) ☀️

Benedict Bridgerton (Bridgerton)

Anthony Bridgerton (Bridgerton)

Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

John Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Alfie Solomons (Peaky Blinders) ☀️

Jonathan Crane (Batman Begins)

Paul Atreides (Dune 2021)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) ☀️

Jim Hopper (Stranger Things)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) ☀️

Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin (Top Gun) ☀️

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun) ☀️

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw (Top Gun)

Tywin Lannister (Game of Thrones)

Tyrion Lannister (Game of Thrones)

Jamie Lannister (Game of Thrones)

Jon Snow (Game of Thrones)

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Sandor Clegane/ the hound (Game of Thrones)

Tormund Giantsbane (Game of Thrones)

Daemon Targaryen (HOTD)

Rhaenyra Targaryen (HOTD)

Harwin Strong (HOTD)

Daryl Dixon (Walking Dead) ☀️

Shane Walsh (Walking Dead)

Rick Grimes (Walking Dead)

Adrian Chase (Peacemaker) ☀️

Joel Miller (The last of Us) ☀️

Jack 'Whisky' Daniels (Kingsman) ☀️

Javi Gutierrez (TUWOMT)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

What I write:

I write fluff, angst and smut! (To request smut you have to be 18+)

I Don't write pure angst cause I break my own heart, so only like hurt/comfort fics are okay, angst with happy ending.

I myself only write Fem! reader (but if gn! Reader is requested I will)

What I will not write about: 

Pedophilia, incest (does not include stepcest), beastiality, piss kink, rape/noncon, pregnancy tropes, pet play, ED related topics, major character death. (Will be updated if I think of anything else). I also don’t write ships. 

I do not support racism, sexism, transphobia, homophobia, JKR and her beliefs or anything of that nature! If I see anything of that matter on my posts, in my messages or in my asks they will be removed, reported and blocked. Everyone is equal! 

[voxmortuus]

VoxMortuus Master List

Hello, so I've been writing more, yay? LOL! Ok, so now that I've gotten into the groove of writing I've decided to make a master list.

DON'T HESITATE TO MAKE A REQUEST! REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN! Just shoot me an inbox or an ask! Anonymous asks are always expectable!

Hannibal Masterlist

Henry Cavill Masterlist

Stranger Things Masterlist

Second Masterlist

I'D LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT ALL FANFICTIONS ON THIS LIST WERE CREATED UNDER MY OLD ACCOUNT NAME AND HAVE THE OLD MASTERLINK ATTACHED TO THE WORK. SO, KEEP IN MIND YOU WILL NEED TO GO BACK RATHER THAN JUST CLICKING ON THE MASTERLINK OPTION IN THE WRITTEN WORK. ANY REBLOGS OF THIS MASTERLIST HAVE OLD LINKS IN THEM AND WILL TAKE YOU TO SOME OTHER SITE. PLEASE SEEK OUT THE ORIGINAL LIST AND NOT THE REBLOGGED LIST.

Other works below the cut

Scream (1996 Movie)

ON HIATUS!!! Stu Macher Silly Crush Series Chap. 1 | Chap. 2 | Chap. 3 | Chap. 4 | Chap. 5 | Chap. 6

Billy Loomis - Mine - Imagine

Randy Meeks - Randy's Car - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

The Punisher (Netflix)

ON HIATUS!!! Billy Russo New Job Series Chap. 1 | Chap. 2 | Chap. 3 NSFW - SMUT

Billy Russo: Want To Try That Again - Imagine

Billy Russo - Making Billy Russo Panic - Imagine

Billy Russo - Billy Russo Having A Daddy Moment - Imagine

Billy Russo - Billards - Imagine

Billy Russo - Late Night - Imagine

Billy Russo - Mute Button - Imagine

Billy Russo - The Voicemail

Billy Russo - Uncle Billy Russo - Request

Billy Russo - Confusion

Billy Russo - Truly Impressed - Anon Event Request

The Boys

Billy Butcher - Joy Ride - Event Request - NSFW - SMUT

Billy Butcher - Size Matters? - Anon Event Request

Billy Butcher - LIAR! | LIAR! pt. 2 - Anon Event Request

Hughie Campbell - Learning Curve - Request

Movies

Invisible Man - Know Your Place (NSFW) - Adrian Griffin - Request NSFW - SMUT

The Cotton Club - Swooning Over Dixie Dwyer - Dixie Dwyer - Request - NSFW - SMUT

Prisoners - Quiet Game - Detective David Loki - Event Request NSFW - SMUT

Heathers - Sexy Chaos - Jason Dean - Event Request NSFW - SMUT

Heathers - Stockholm Syndrome - Jason Dean - Event Request NSFW - Light Smut & Violence

American Gods

Behind Closed Doors Shadow Moon - Request NSFW - SMUT

Making You Happy Mad Sweeney NSFW - SMUT

Mad Sweeney - I Will Eat You - Drabble

Shadow Moon - Sleep Tight - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

Shadow Moon - New Spot - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

Shadow Moon - Fuck Yourself - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

Shadow Moon - Date Night - Anon Collab Imagine NSFW - SMUT

Shadow Moon - Curvy Roads - Being Curvy and Dating Shadow Moon Would Include - Anon Request

Shadow Moon - Take-Out - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

Shadow Moon - Butt-Dialed - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

Shadow Moon - Reflexes - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

The Fall

The Thrill | Chapter 1 - Death (NSFW) - Paul Spector (NSFW due to heavy violence) - Request

Paul Spector - His Eyes and My Last Breath - Anon Request

Paul Spector - Incoming Call - Anon Event Request NSFW - SMUT

Vikings

Ivar the Boneless - Being Sold by Your Brother - Imagine

Ivar the Boneless - Being His Secret - Drabble

Ivar The Boneless - Teasing Ivar - Imagine

Ivar The Boneless - Hard Talk - Imagine

Ivar The Boneless - Defending His Goddess - Imagine

Ivar The Boneless - Hush My King NSFW - SMUT

Modern Ivar - Power Exchange - Anon Event Request NSFW - SMUT

Ivar The Boneless - Fear Not Slave - Event Request

Hemlock Grove

Roman Godfrey - Under your Skin - Imagine

Roman Godfrey - I Get Off On You NSFW - SMUT

Sherlock (BBC)

Jim Moriarty - Pushing Jim Moriarty's Buttons - Imagine

AHS

JPM - Dating James Patrick March Would Include - DWI

I Would Kill For You - Anon Request - James Patrick March

Tate Langdon - Good Books - Imagine

JPM - Little Poppet - Request NSFW - SMUT

JPM - Pleasure Lesson - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

Jimmy Darling - Virgin Diaries - Anon Request NSFW - light SMUT

Night Stalker 1984 -Satanic Panic - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

Fifty Shades

Christian Grey - Don't Keep Him Waiting - Imagine

Christian Grey - Observing - Imagine

Christian Grey - Asking For It - NSFW - SMUT

Supernatural

Working With Dean - Request NSFW - SMUT

Peaky Blinders

Thomas Shelby - Am I Laughing? - Imagine

Thomas Shelby - Anxiety - Anon Request

Michael Gray - Rough Day - Imagine

Marvel/DC

REQUEST ONLY. WILL NOT FREEWRITE.

Bucky Barns - Strangers - Imagine

Doctor Stephen Strange - Heart Stone - Anon Event Request

Eclipse (Marcos Diaz The Gifted) - Joy Riding - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

BBC Netflix Dracula

Dracula - Caged Dove - NSFW - SMUT

Chris Evans Works

Frank Adler - Summer Fling - Part 1 Part 2

Video Games

Request only. Will not Freewrite

Arthur Morgan - Don't Peek - Imagine

Arthur Morgan - The Distraction - Imagine

Arthur Morgan - Peepin' Arthur - Imagine

Arthur Morgan - A Familiar World - Request NSFW - SMUT

Arthur Morgan - Stranger Danger Mode Off - Request NSFW - SMUT

Lee Everett - Close Bonding - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

Joel Miller - Releasing Tension - Request NSFW - SMUT

RL Fantasy RP / RL Fantasy RP AU

Ateez Park Seonghwa - Tonight, I Make You Mine - AU NSFW - SMUT

Neal Schon - Well Shit - AU - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

Eddie Van Halen - Wet Dreams - AU - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

[cuddly-dean-baby]

what fandoms/people i will write for

tag list

Updated on 14 September 2024

i'll most likely write male or gn reader, so it's fair for everyone

give me a small description of what you want. i'm down to write some lgbt+ as i'm part of the community. if you want me to write the request as a mini series, tell me also

i'll try and write smut, but i doubt it. i'll write close to it (so basically a cockblock) but i'll see how i feel about it

i apologize if the requests take long. it's either because i've been a bit busy, writers block being a pain in the ass, i've been feeling unwell, or work has me drained

~the actors who play the characters~

The Walking Dead (game and show) Daryl Dixon Rick Grimes Negan  Javier Garcia Shane Walsh

Supernatural Dean Winchester Sam Winchester Castiel Jack Kline Rowena MacLeod Jody Mills

Marvel Tony Stark Pietro//Peter Maximoff Scott Summers (Cyclops) Charles Xavier Bucky Barnes Clint Barton Doctor Stephen Strange Peter Quill Loki Laufeyson Sam Wilson Wade Wilson (Deadpool) Matt Murdock Thor Odinson Marc Spector Steven Grant Tobey Maguire!Peter Parker//SpiderMan Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker./SpiderMan Frank Castle Miguel O��Hara Hobart “Hobie” Brown Druig Logan (Wolverine) Remy Etienne LeBeau (Gambit)

DC Clark Kent Dick Grayson Garfield Logan Jason Todd Harley Quinn Poison Ivy Arthur Curry (Aquaman) Connor Kent

The Witcher Geralt

Resident Evil (game) Carlos Oliveira Karl Heisenberg Leon Kennedy Chris Redfield Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

The Umbrella Academy Diego Hargreeves Five Hargreeves Klaus Hargreeves

Detroit Become Human Connor Hank Anderson RK900 Markus Elijah Kamski Ralph Gavin Reed

The Haunting (Hill House + Bly Manor) Luke Crain Nellie Crain Peter Quint Owen 

Hellboy

Rise of the Guardians Jack Frost Bunnymund Pitch (Boogeyman)

Big Hero 6 Tadashi Hamada

Transformers Bumblebee Crosshairs Grimlock Colonel William Lennox Cade Yeager

Shadowhunters Jace Wayland Alec Lightwood Simon Lewis Magnus Bane

The Mandalorian

Twilight Carlisle Cullen Edward Cullen Jasper Hale Emmett Cullen Jacob Black

Divergent Four/Tobias Eaton Peter Hayes

Overwatch McCree Reaper Soldier 76

YouTubers Markiplier jacksepticeye Corpse Husband

Kingsman Eggsy Unwin Agent Tequila Agent Whiskey

Some Horror Slashers Jason Voorhees Michael Myers Pyramid Head Brahms Heelshire Ghostface (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher) Thomas Hewitt Bubba Sawyer Hannibal Lecter (show)

Lucifer

The Wolf Among Us Bigby Wolf

Peaky Blinders Thomas Shelby

Stranger Things Steve Harrington Billy Hargrove Jim Hopper Eddie Munson

The Sandman Morpheus (Dream) The Corinthian

The Band Ghost Aether Ghoul Mountain Ghoul Rain Ghoul Swiss Ghoul DewDrop Ghoul Papa III (Terzo) Papa IV (Copia)

Bullet Train Tangerine

Castlevania Dracula Alucard Hector Trevor Belmont

Call Of Duty Simon 'Ghost' Riley König John ‘Soap’ MacTavish Mitchell Captain John Price

The 100 Bellamy Blake Finn Collins

The Last Of Us Joel Miller

Midnight Mass Riley Flynn Father Paul Hill Sheriff Hassan

The Boys Billy Butcher Soldier Boy (Ben)

The Hunger Games Peeta Mellark Finnick O’Dair

Avatar Jake Sully Colonel Miles Quaritch

The Quarry Dylan Lenivy