#The dove looks possesed and I'm all for it

[dailyperkele]

i would like to offer: my roommates doll (miette) and dove who both guard the hallway, i think they could be somewhat relevant here

DAY 28 - Fusion

Turns out he was a fusion all along-!

[romana-after-dark]

Marc Spector x Sucubus!Reader Ft. Khonshu

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Summary: You are a sucubus, and tonight you've come to visit one of your favorite toys, Marc Spector. Tonight, however, you have a visitor...

Warnings: Sucubus reader so reader is DARK! This fic is DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! Marc is alseep the entire time so non con somno, Khonshu watches and is grossly possesive over/thinks he owns Marc's body. Dirty talk, general non con themes.

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DDDNE dividers by @clawdee

Beta'd by @boredzillenial

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A/N: This is my first writing Marc Spector in almost a year I think! Moon Knight for longer than that! I'm happy to see my baby again <3

He was really fucking pretty. 

Maybe that’s why he was your favorite, maybe that’s why you came back to him again and again.

Marc Spector was your favorite to be sure, a young man still youthful, maybe around 25, and you’d been visiting him for maybe 2 years now. He was handsome, an absolute cutie with dark curls, tan skin and strong build. Even in his youth, he was built thickly, even if a bit short. Standing at 5’8. He wasn’t much shorter than global average, but he was definitely average height for Latino and Sephardic men. 

But his cock… god, that’s one of his biggest draws. Sure the rest was fantastic; Marc was absolutely flawless, a sleeping beauty below you, but it was his cock stuffed inside you that brought you to ecstasy. The 9 inches was delightful, reaching deep inside your core so well you could feel him kiss your cervix at the right angle. But god, the thickness… the way he split you open, the way you felt so full as you sank down on his length, crammed up inside you as you cum hard around him, Marc’s eyes fluttering when he came inside you but never awakening.

Tonight was a little different, however. Tonight you had company.

Naked and dripping for him already, you grind your naked cunt over Marc’s grey sweat, getting him hard and aching. You could see his breathing increase with the rise and fall of his chest laid bare like he knew you were coming. Like he was whoring himself out for you, and you alone. But you weren’t alone, were you?

“Come to watch, have you?” You speak, not looking away from Marc’s slightly parted lips, but speaking to the being in the corner.

“I wasn’t aware you could see me, little one.” 

You chuckle. You knew who he was, but he didn’t know you. Of course not. Succubi, while somewhat rare, were not unheard of and there was no reason for him to know you.

But you knew who he was.

“I can see all the Gods and beings of our realm, Khonshu” You smile as you turn to the man in his skeleton-bird form, grinding down hard on Marc’s bulge and humming in contentment.

He makes no sound, simply nodding. “And you’re a succubus, I am?”

“I am. This here,” You pat Marc’s chest. “Is my favorite toy. The question is, why are you here? Just came to watch? I won’t object.” You give him a teasing smirk, but see nothing in return.

“I am the owner of this body.”

Your eyebrows quirk up in surprise as you continue to dry hump Marc’s sleeping form. Was he mad you were using ‘his’ body? “Oh?”

“And I come to summon him, only to find a stranger using my avatar.”

Ah, an avatar. No wonder Marc was so lean, so muscled and strong. “And were you summoning him to use him like I am?”

He chuckles. “Hardly, although I can’t say it hasn’t crossed my mind. No, Marc is my knight. It seems you also have plans for him.”

“Ohhhh yesss, I do.” You’re approaching an orgasm, and you haven’t even taken out his cock yet. “So many plans… Khonshu… the question is, are you going to let me use your little toy?”

Khonshu cocks his head to the side. “Only if I get to watch.”

5 minutes later, Marc’s cock was drilling your insides as you bounced on him, hands planted firmly on his chest with Khonshu watching you. He remains clothed, rubbing himself slowly underneath his crisp pressed pants (he changed from his robes for the occasion, into a nice suit.). 

“How’s the view?” You tease him, your cunt leaking from your first orgasm all around Marc's supple hips.

“Simply sublime.” Khonshu’s voice booms through the room.

“Me?” Leaning down, you kiss into Marc’s neck, taking a nibble before side-eyeing back to Khonshu in the corner. “Or him?”

“Both”

Marc lightly snored, and you look over to watch the sweet man’s nostrils flare, so unaware of what is happening, so unaware he’s being used a sex doll for one, and porn for another.

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” You’re pussy clenches around Marc’s cock as you bounce, enthralled by the inherent eroticism of it all, the treatment of Marc’s body as a thing to be rented out. You run your hands over his chest, feeling his warmth, his sweat, his tensing, aching body responding to you like the goodest good boy you’ve ever had the pleasure of defiling. “He feels so goddamn good, Khonshu.”

“How deep is he inside you?” He asks, still lazily leaning back but the touches over his clothed cock taking on a speedier edge. 

“You can feel for yourself.”

Khonshu reiterates, his voice much firmer now. “How deep, little one?”

You place your hand on your stomach, right where you can feel him piercing your womb. “He’s so deep…” you whine, drenching Marc’s thighs with your slick. He deserved this, deserved to have his fat cock drained, balls emptied inside a beautiful woman. Too bad Marc would never be awake to see it.

But Khonshu is, and isn’t that the next best thing? The owner of the body, watching and getting off to his varlet being abused in his sleep. Well, you wouldn’t exactly call it abuse… Marc sure seemed to be enjoying it.

Little whimpers leave his lips, and when you reach back behind yourself, you can feel his balls tightening.

“He’s about to cum, Khonshu…” You bounce on him with renewed fervor, your stomach flipping at the thought of being filled again by his hot, sticky warmth. Fuck, he was splitting you open, your body impailed on the young man as his length is fed inside you. “Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum inside me?”

“Fuck yourself on my cock.” His voice was breathy, breaking down just a little, losing a modicum of self control. “Let me cum inside, let my vessel fill your womb with my seed.”

“FUCK!” Your orgasm is crashing, screaming, clawing and kicking out of you, your body shaking with delight and milking out Marc’s as he fills you up. Rope after rope, your fluids mix in an unholy matrimony, cum trickling down his legs as your cum overflows to stain his sheets. You can’t even lament what was lost, the virile young man continuing to claim you with his cum, with Khonshu's cum, and you can feel it where his cut tip kisses your womb. 

And fuck, he looks so pretty like this.

His body, tight and lightly muscled, is tense, his mouth lightly parted as little moans escape his lips. His tits flex with the intensity, eyebrows knitted together as the final spurts fill your stomach, causing you to bulge. You’ve never felt him cum like this before, and you suspect the extra seed was Khonshu’s doing. As Marc’s hips stutter a final time, he sighs a little out of his lips, a name, not yours, whispered on his tongue.

“Layla…”

You don’t want to move. On top of Marc’s now-relaxed body, you enjoy feeling him so calm, so rested, so beautiful, even if he was thinking of some woman.

“He met a girl.” Khonshu stands. Any mess he made is gone, but you can tell by the light panting that the skeleton bird had cum too. “Kill her father a few years ago. She doesn’t know that yet, but it seems they’ve begun an affair of sorts. Doesn’t matter.” Khonshu says with resolve. “That will fall apart too, just like everything else in his life. He’ll soon learn I’m all he needs.”

You huff a laugh. Khonshu’s self importance was well known in the shadow realm, but this was none of your business. You were off to carry out your night, ready to knock some girl up with Marc’s cum. You give the young man a little kiss on the cheek.

“Until next time, Spector.”

Thank you so so so so much for reading!

I really hope you all enjoyed it, I wanted to explore Khonshu's possesive feelings towards the body. I explored this a little in Your Very Being which is Jake x khonshu and i feel takes place after this.

Again, thank you!

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[thejakeslayla]

╰─▸ ❝ mine ❞ - ,, yang jungwon

pairing bf!jungwon x gn!reader ୨୧ genre secret relationship, idol au ୨୧ wc 733 ୨୧ warnings pushy heeseung, jealous and sfw!possessive jungwon req; hii can you write possesive bf jungwon?

. . . . . -ˋˏ ✎ author's note! more jealous than possesive, sorry !!

you entered the restaurant with niki, his shoulder brushing against yours as you walked beside him. they had all invited you to celebrate their latest music show win with a new song over dinner. seeing them triumph made you especially happy, given the nonstop work you had witnessed them put in over the past weeks.

niki gave your back a pat as you split to take your seats at the table. you both were slightly tardy due to traffic, and since niki was your closest friend among them, he had promised to pick you up.

your bond with the group had grown mainly because niki was like a brother to you, and vice versa. you both had met during training days, and unable to resist niki's lost eyes, you took care of him, creating a sibling-like bond. after the boys got into i-land, you decided to give up on being an idol and decided to focus on producing music. 

seated at the table, heeseung was on your right, sunoo on your left, jay in front of you, and jungwon right next to him, offering you a soft smile when your eyes met.

you were about to initiate a conversation with jungwon when heeseung spoke up.

“did you see our performance?” he asked, looking directly at you. you nodded, your mind filled with images of jungwon looking angelic on stage. wanting to clear your mind, you planned on complimenting jungwon later, as you grabbed the menu, your focus shifting to the dishes.

heeseung continued to ask you questions, and although you had nothing against him, he sometimes pushed your limits, especially today.

as the food arrived, you dove in immediately, realizing it was your first meal of the day. it had been a busy day in the studio, and you had forgotten to eat, engrossed in your work.

while some of them took pictures of the food, chatted, or simply enjoyed the meal, heeseung seemed incapable of keeping his mouth shut.

"so, anything changed, y/n? finally found someone?" he asked, once again, earning him an annoyed look from you. heeseung had always been interested in your love life, sometimes dropping hints that he was clearly interested in you.

your relationship with jungwon had to be kept as a secret, simply because it was easier for both of you. being friendly in public was safer, enhypen was getting more popular, obsessed fans or media almost always following them. you didn’t want to start rumors. 

"if you didn't know, i'm here—" heeseung began.

"you're not my type," you cut him off, prompting laughter from the rest of the group. as they teased heeseung, you looked towards jungwon.

a shiver travelled down your spine, jungwon looked scary. a slight furrow between his brows, his eyes piercing through heeseung and mouth slightly open, as if he was in disbelief. 

“c’mon, y/n. stop joking around, you’re just too shy to admit that you have a crush on me,” heeseung bounced back, but not really saving himself from the embarrassment caused by your words and (almost) everyone laughing.

jungwon shifted his gaze to you, waiting for your response. panicking, you'd seen him annoyed with other members before, and being the leader, he had an intimidating presence. but he had never looked at you like that. frozen, chopsticks in hand, holding a piece of meat in the air, you waited for magic to happen to get you out of this situation.

“heeseung, switch your seat with me.” 

jungwon's rough voice made everyone look at him as he stood up. heeseung obeyed, still confused, as it was evident on his face. your boyfriend finally sat next to you, and you felt slightly relieved.

"is our leader jealous?" jake spoke, quickly silenced by jungwon's gaze.

your boyfriend almost forcibly took your hand, interlocking your fingers and resting his elbow on the table for everyone to see. you gasped quietly, looking at jungwon, who didn't spare you a glance, his eyes focused on heeseung.

"we're dating," he declared loudly and firmly. "don't ask them such questions. i don't want to hear that. if you ever make them uncomfortable again, i'll make sure you never see them again."

heeseung nodded, and for a couple of minutes, it was very quiet. everyone focused on their food, the atmosphere heavy and awkward. jungwon placed your interlocked hands on his thigh, holding you tightly for the rest of the evening.

niki broke the silence, asking how you and jungwon started dating, and from there, everyone went back to normal—making jokes, having regular conversations, but mostly poking fun at heeseung and his big ego.

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[i-aint-here-man]

I'm halfway through Johns' first JSA run. Some issue were better, other were worse. Nonetheless, imo one of the most interesting plot thread happened to be centered around Doctor Fate, although it didn't seem so visible till its nexus point in JSA #48.

In this series the mantle of Doctor Fate has been assumed by Hector Hall. Yes, Hector Hall, son of Carter Hall aka Hawkman. Some readers might know him from Gaiman's Sandman, where he appeared as a ghost.

In this run, Hector technically first appeared in JSA #2 as a nameless, reincarnated infant destined to become the next Dr Fate. The actual reveal happened in JSA #4, when Hector (magically grown up) assumed his role and defeated Mordru - a Lord of Chaos, trapping him in Fate's Amulet.

JSA #4

In #14th, Hector sought help in fighting Extant. Kent Nelson's ghost advised him to turn to Mordru. The Lord of Chaos told Hector, that "Hourman is the key!" and that "Dove is the key!", simultaneously hinting that he knew Lyta Hall's whereabouts.

JSA #13

Who the hell is she? Well, Lyta was Hector's wife; as well as a superhero - Fury; she's also mostly known from Gaiman's Sandman

Several issues later, in #19, Hector decides to visit his "new mother" in order to wake her from coma only to discover she was actually Lyta Hall - Hector's late wife.

Doctor Fate, clearly and justifiably agitated, tries to come up with anything that could help his beloved.

JSA #19

Later on, in JSA: All Stars #3 Hector conversates with Nabu in a bar. There, Hector witnesses his own fate, which is to kill Kendra Summers - the reincarnated Hawkgirl. Hector refuses to let it happen. Nabu tries to reason with the guy, but he has already sweared to prevent the destiny itself.

JSA: All Stars #3

In the meantime, in JSA #24 a reunion happens between father and son

JSA #24

Flash forward, in #32, "Nabu" advises Hector to head to Gemworld as if the cure for Lyta lies there. Keep in mind this scene, it's gonna come back.

JSA #41

So, Hector, fully determined, travels to Gemworld in #41st, where he meets those two enigmatic fellas - Flaw and Cutter. The latter explains why Mordru wanted Fate's amulet so badly and how he had come to be. In #43th, the three of them visit Lord Wrynn's place of death. Wrynn had tried to acquire Mordru's power, eventually becoming overpowered with it. Despite that, his remains still hold a great deal of mana, so Hector takes his skull.

In the following issue, hopeful Fate uses that skull, only to find out that...Lyta was actually reincarnated Dawn Granger [aka Dove]

She reveals a big retcon surrounding her partner and a former super hero - Hawk. So, this guy went mad and killed some JSA members as Extant, 'cause he was being manipulated by someone. That someone was *taratamtataaam* Mordru

As he hears that name, Hector leaves in rush. He reappers before District Court, where JSA handles the mess with Cobra's accolytes. But something feels off - Doctor Fate anatgonizes other members. While taking off the helmet, he reveals the concealed visage, not Hector's - but Mordru's!

Oh, right; Cutter actually is some child-looking guy called...Child? Anyway, he was helping Mordru this whole time.

In #47 we find out that Mordru swapped places with Hector; while the first one was up and running around, the other one remained trapped in Fate's Amulet. Hector meets other people who wore Fate's helmet: Kent Nelson, Inza Nelson, Jared Stevens, Christopher Freeman and even Eric & Linda Strauss. To everybody's surprise [mine too] they are just Hall's imagination. Nabu reveals that back in the #32th issue it wasn't him talking to Hector, but Mordru [and so the devil came to collect].

That's when the crucial moment happens; Hector is told to get his shit together, to let go, to relinquish his mission of bringing Lyta back. And although it's not easy [it never is], he's not left alone - Nabu supports him.

JSA #48

Hector contacts Dove and tells her to find Arion, whose body was possesed by Mordru. Mission accomplished, soul has been found, the bad guy's got distracted, so now Hector can finally beat the stars out of that lord-of-mud.

JSA #50

So how does he do that? Well, Fate humiliates his foe by showing the future, proving that Mordru is destined to eternally fail.

He later imprisons Mordru into the Rock of Eternity and rejoins the rest of JSA. And everyone lived happily ever after [or rather - for now everyone lived happily ever after]

JSA #51

And so, despite Mordru being a forgettable antagonist (who shares some similarities, both physically and characteristically with Vandal Savage); damn, that whole JSA run having ups and downs, it managed to create a story about a man, who after constantly fighting fate, learns to move on...to let her go

And so, perhaps we could derive two very different meanings from Passengers' most popular song. Maybe

you only love her

when you let her go

doesn't only mean your realisation of how much you loved someone when you miss them

A person interprates and shows love in various ways, whether it's by giving gifts or saying "I love u"; but sometimes...

sometimes the greatest act of love one can show to the other is to let them go, let them live their life...

...

Ehhh, and then the "Black Reign" arc happened, which left me so upset; as it ruined nearly everything from issue #48

Hey, *uhhhh* so actually Nabu inserted the souls of the previous Fates inside the amulet, *uhhh* but that's "okay", since now Hector can resurect Lyta *"yeaaaay"*

Hawkman #25

I'm just...I'm fuckin' disappointed in the end; that's all

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