#alpha jake lockley

[soba-riri]

Nesting + crybaby Jake

[erinptah]

New "the Moon Knights are friends with the Beaubiers" fic, new Warm Supportive Team-Up art.

(Marc may have found his niche, as the "no, yeah, we are crazy, what are you gonna do about it?" headmate.)

[woman-of-balnain]

In Progress/Future/Potential Fics

This is more for my own reference than anything. Just to keep track of the fics I’m planning to write. I don't include posting dates anymore, as my schedule is more unreliable now, but this list is in the order I plan to write things.

Masterlist

Key:

😈 - Smutty Thoughts

🔥 - Strictly Foreplay or Not Really Full-Blown Smut

💦  - Smut

💥 - Arguing Between the Pairing

💔 - Angst

💕 - Fluff

❤️‍🩹 - Hurt/Comfort

🐺 - A/B/O Dynamics

⚔️ - Historical AU

In Progress:

1. Corruption (Request): part 2 & 3 🐺💦

The Walking Dead - NOT related to 'the Claim' - a sheltered omega reader with no real knowledge about presentations, heat/rut cycles etc.

Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.

Future Fics:

1. Arthur Request 💦

Red Dead Redemption - Arthur fingering the Reader with his leather gloves on.

2. Arthur Request 💦

Red Dead Redemption - High Honor Arthur with a shy, virgin Reader

3. Coveted (Multi-Part Series) 🐺💔💦

The Walking Dead - You and Rick have an agreement to help each other through your respective heats and ruts. It’s never been anything more than that, despite how much you wished for the opposite. After arriving in Alexandria, Rick decides that it's time your arrangement comes to an end and you reluctantly try to move on from the feelings you've developed for him. Nevertheless, jealousy ends up getting the better of you.

Sequel to Corruption.

Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.

4. Heat 🐺💦

The Walking Dead - Daryl has always had his own subtle way of helping you in the buildup to your heats. Turning a blind eye when one of his shirts goes missing, letting you scent him in private moments away from the others… but after the loss of the prison, your heat hits again while you’re on the road and Daryl has to take a more hands-on approach to help you this time.

Alpha Daryl Dixon/Omega Fem!Reader - *you essentially replace Beth in the period after the group loses the prison.

5. Nattstemning 💦

The Walking Dead - When the group arrives in Alexandria, it's revealed that there aren't enough beds for you all to get your own, so some of you have to share. You get paired with Rick and his hands tend to wander in his sleep. My first attempt at the ‘there’s only one bed’ trope.

Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader.

6. The Devil in Me (Multi-Part Series) 🐺💦💔

Supernatural - Dean gave up on finding his true mate a long time ago. Considering the life he leads, he always thought it was better that way. It must be another one of life’s sick jokes that when he finally found you, it was while he bore the mark of Cain and right before he dies and comes back as a demon.

Demon!Dean/Deanmon, Mark of Cain Dean, Alpha Dean, Omega Reader, Female Reader.

7. The Claim (Rewrite) 🐺💦

The Walking Dead - A rewrite of the original that I intend to also make longer, with better pacing.

Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.

8. Undone in Sorrow (Rewrite) 🐺💔

The Walking Dead - I'd like to make some edits to this, but I've changed my mind about fully rewriting it.

Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.

9. Endzeitfragmente Part 3 (Untitled; Multi-Part Series) 🐺💦💔

The Walking Dead - Sequel to the Claim and Undone in Sorrow, that I intend to be much more of an AU following the events of All Out War and to conclude Rick and the Reader's story. Still in very early stages of plotting it out, but I plan for it to be a big deviation from the show after s8's events.

Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem! Reader.

10. Untitled Moon Knight Fic (Multi-Part Series) ⚔️💕❤️‍🩹💦💔

Moon Knight - Historical AU where you are the daughter of a King, who decides to marry you off to the mysterious Marc Spector who is keeping more secrets than you ever could have imagined. Arranged marriage; no MCU powers; takes inspiration from Henry VIII's reign and court; includes all three moon boys.

Marc Spector/Fem!Reader, Steven Grant/Fem!Reader, Jake Lockley/Fem!Reader.

Potential Fics:

These are fic ideas I've had that aren't high on my list in terms of priority and that I haven't seriously committed to writing. If any stick out to you, feel free to let me know that you're interested as it may make me more inspired to write them.

1. Shelter for My Soul 💕💔

Red Dead Redemption - In his final days, Arthur finds the time to slip away from camp and visit his family. As he takes it all in for the last time, he remembers the times you’ve all spent together.

Arthur/Fem!Reader - *You and Arthur are married and have children (but you have your own home and don’t live with the gang).

2. A Fine Night of Concealed Debauchery 💦

Red Dead Redemption - While the gang throws a party, a slightly drunk Arthur is playing poker and pulls you onto his lap. It isn't long before his hands start wandering under the table, making him quickly lose focus on the game.

Arthur Morgan/Fem!Reader.

3. Dominance, Submission 🐺💦

The Walking Dead - You act recklessly (yet again), causing Rick to force you into submission and teach you a lesson. Light bdsm, set in the early prison era. A light sequel to ‘the Claim’ that can be read independently of it.

Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.

4. I Don't Know Where I'm Bound 💦 💕 ❤️‍🩹 💔

Red Dead Redemption - A Multi-Chapter slight AU covering 1885 - 1899 and telling the story of Arthur and an OFC. I have about 1/4 of this story written and not published. I'll only publish it if I manage to finish the draft, as I don't want to end up abandoning it part way through.

Arthur Morgan/Original Female Character

[romanisweird]

OK so I've been hyperfixating on Mook Knight and why do people characterize Jack Lockley as like

Alpha daddy wolf???

Or is it rare that people characterize him like that and I am only seeing the little bit of fanart like that??

Like awooooo?? Daddy angy??? Excuse me???

[nutteu]

in your veins, burning like a broken saint

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[AO3] [moonsea series]

There was a certain misery in a love that had been touched by desperation, in a reciprocation that was prevented by conscience and heartbreak. There was a certain love in desires that had been marred by fate, in the helplessness that they couldn’t save themselves from. [Marc/Steven; alpha/alpha; abo au; published 2022-06-20; word count: 6,500]

-

The first thing Steven noticed when he woke up was the horribly acute scent of sex wafting in the air. The sharp tang of coffee and blood, softened only marginally by lavender and hydrangea; sweat and semen that seemed to pool around him, from him; the acrid scent of smoke that was always present in Jake’s room even if Steven kept complaining about it, said that Jake should open his windows when he smoked.

The second thing he noticed was the unbearable ache from his lower back and his arsehole, throbbing sharply as soon as his senses were awake enough to register it. It wasn’t just from those two areas, his whole body felt like he had been run over by a fucking truck. He felt a sting on his neck, and winced when he reached up and felt the edges of a dried bite wound—one of them, anyway. When he pulled off the blanket, his chest and thighs were covered by them. Some were deep enough to leave indents, some of them turned into bruises.

He looked like he had been run over by a truck. Bite wounds, finger-shaped bruises, hickeys, and, he wrinkled his nose at this, dried semen stuck to his skin. They all served as a reminder to what he did last night, when he stormed off from his shared apartment with Marc, to Jake’s. My God, he thought with a sigh as he looked over to the side and found Jake snoring lightly in his sleep, one of his hands under the pillow, and Steven knew he was holding his gun. Even deep in slumber, Jake could never stop bracing himself for danger.

He stared at Jake’s back, where similar bite marks and deep scratches from well-trimmed nails were seen. Steven knew they were from him, and he narrowly missed the urge to scream out his frustration and embarrassment. Instead, he just buried his face into the cusp of his palms and tried to banish the snippets of memory of him and Jake tousling on the couch, the bathroom, the bed; grappling at each other like wild animals with claws too sharp, the scent of lust and anger enveloping them both until neither of them could breathe right anymore.

He had just made a colossal mistake, it seemed. In his bout of rage and disappointment, he left and did the very thing that Marc had literally begged on his knees for him not to do. Steven could feel the spindly fingers of guilt whispering on his back, traipsing up his skin, waiting to sink their claws into his lungs. But it was too early in the morning, and Steven had just woken up from what looked like an animalistic fornication, and he still remembered clearly his argument with Marc the day before. Guilt had always been an emotion he felt so acutely, trouncing nearly everything. But today, he hadn’t healed from the hurt that Marc had elicited in him from his silence, from his refusal of acknowledgment about what the hell was happening between them.

For the first time in his life, Steven let the anger win.

“Find somewhere else to mope,” he heard Jake’s groggy voice, and turned around. Jake seemed to be amused when Steven squeaked and tried to cover himself up with the blanket. He tugged  back just to be cruel, and laughed when Steven covered his lower half with the pillow instead. “What’s the matter, little dove? I don’t think you should be embarrassed now, considering how pretty you looked when you were all shameless and desperate for my—”

“Bloody hell, just shut up,” Steven hissed, slapping his palm over Jake’s mouth, and narrowed his eyes when the man just continued to laugh. He sighed, closing his eyes, and prayed for patience to whichever God that still had enough mercy to hear him out. He felt Jake’s fingers closing around his, the press of lips against the back of his hand. Steven opened his eyes, and flushed at the darkening look on the man’s face. “Jake,” he tried, then coughed in embarrassment when his voice broke in the middle. “Jake,” he tried again, this time with slightly more success.

Jake hummed, deep and rough around the edges, still addled with sleep and the leftover desires that were making themselves known in the early morning light. His kisses trailed upward, and he moved along with them, pushing away the pillow and placing his cold palm on Steven’s thigh. “You have to go back, yes? Then let me leave some souvenirs for Marc. Isn’t that what you want? For him to see that others could claim you if he won’t?”

Steven swallowed, and exhaled a defeated sigh as he let Jake push him down on the bed, let him press their lips together, let him tug at Steven’s hair to bare his neck so he could place another mark on the small space left. He slipped his fingers through Jake’s curls, caressing gently. He bit his lip to prevent a moan from slipping out when he felt the sharp canines pierced through his skin, sending an electric jolt to his veins, making his cock harden alarmingly fast. He had just discovered last night that he had a thing for pain. Jake had looked near feral, ready to tear him apart when he realized this as well.

It only pained him slightly that the familiar face above him was not someone he had wanted it to be.

“Stop thinking so loud,” Jake whispered as his bites travelled down. “I told you to find somewhere else to mope. But you wanted to be here, didn’t you, sweet thing? All you have to do is to say so and I’ll stop. But I didn’t hear anything since last night but your filthy, filthy cries and my name on your lips.” He pushed himself up and looked at Steven in the eyes, a grin filled with nothing but chaos and unholy glee carved on his lips. “Do you want me to stop now, Steven?”

Steven stared back with something close to defiance, curling his fingers around his guilt and the memories of Marc’s back, walking away from the argument, from him. He gripped Jake’s hair tightly, and pulled him down, close enough for their breaths to mingle, close enough to whisper his dirty secrets right into this man’s lungs.

“No,” he said, nearly growled it out, and Jake’s grin turned into a moan when they kissed; hungrily, roughly, like they sought to destroy each other instead of patching up the fractures they had within their hearts.

At this point, maybe Steven didn’t want to.

-

Marc’s eyes bled red faster than Steven had ever seen them did when he came back, bringing with him Jake’s scent all over his body, over his nape where a hideous, raw wound was only slightly covered by his collar. Every step he took to the elevator, people turned their heads so fast to look at him. Steven knew that it was rare for alphas to be together, but it was probably more because of him—every single occupant of this building knew him as this docile, chattery, awkward man who was probably a virgin his whole life. It was pretty understandable that they’d be shocked to see him walking in like that, shamelessly displaying the fact that he was fucked six ways to Sunday through his scent alone.

Steven felt a whisper of fear along his spine, but he stood tall as he locked the door. He was a fractured part of Marc, and he was an alpha, too, wasn’t he? He wouldn’t back down. Not anymore. Marc could bring his posturing anywhere else.

“Steven,” Marc called out, low and dangerous, his eyes alight in the dim light of the apartment.

He stared ahead at those eyes, trying not to flinch. Back when all this living nightmare started, when strange things happened to him, when he had to fight for his life, when he almost died, when he almost lost Marc, when they fought Harrow, the strongest emotion that he felt was fear. It all but fled him now, as he walked closer to the lion’s den.

He dropped his bag thoughtlessly, shed his jacket, rolled up his sleeves so Marc could see where else Jake had left the traces of his touch. It was only through sheer embarrassment and a touch of insecurity that prevented him from baring his naked body altogether. But he didn’t need to, because Marc’s eyes progressively went wilder the more he took in the state Steven was in, the more he inhaled Jake’s and Steven’s scents, entwined closer than the bond that the three of them shared. Steven walked closer, and told himself not to back down, over and over again.

“What did you do?” Marc asked at last after an excruciating silence, their alphas clashing against each other, trying to see who could dominate the room. None of them would win, they both knew it, but they were too angry, too tired, to ever stop and think, to feel.

“What does it look like, Marc?” he shot back, standing just a few steps away from Marc.

Marc’s fists were curled tight on the table, any longer and his nails would pierce the skin; any longer and he’d be too coiled to talk, lost to the violence. So, Steven braced for it, squaring his shoulders and ignoring the ache in his heart. But the moment Marc saw him readying himself for an attack, all fight seemed to be drained from his body. He looked down, looked dejected and sad instead, and Steven looked away for a moment. The ache was stronger, louder in its cage.

When Marc stood up, a sigh escaping his lips, Steven still didn’t look at him. “Sleeping with him isn’t going to help with anything, Steven. So is your passive aggressiveness, or leaving around the divorce papers for me to see.”

Irritation climbed back into the foyer of his heart, cruelly shoving down the ache and longing. “Yeah?” he said, a sneer curling on his lips. Maybe he hung around Jake too much. Because never in his life that he would ever think he could be this angry, this vicious in taking down everyone with him, this desperate in showing that he was hurt and that he was ready to hurt others in return. The sneer felt strange, but he kept it intact as he shoved at Marc’s reaching hand. “So is running away from the problem, Marc. Ever thought of that? Of course you didn’t, because all you ever thought is yourself, and what you want, and never, never, once you ever asked me about how I want to do this.”

“Steven,” Marc said, almost pleading, grasping Steven’s shoulders and tightening his hold when Steven struggled. “We’ve talked about this. I told you, we couldn’t; we shouldn’t.”

“Then, perhaps, you shouldn’t have come back with me,” Steven said, hurt evident in his voice. God, and he had told himself to be strong, to not be weak to Marc’s somber eyes. A touch and he crumbled down to this bumbling, sensitive, weak man who couldn’t let go despite knowing that Marc was right. They couldn’t, they shouldn’t. “Shouldn’t tell me what to do and what not to do; shouldn’t mind if I’m with someone else.”

Then you should just leave me, he wanted to say, but he couldn’t. It’d just hurt him more than it would Marc. Because Steven was aware that he had put too much of himself, of his hopes, into this mess.

Marc said it instead, then. “Do you want me to leave then?”

Steven looked at him, then, startled. He instinctively curled into himself, and Marc sighed in what felt like defeat. He carefully wrapped his arms around Steven, closing his palm over Jake’s bite mark on Steven’s nape. His breathing was harsh, but his touch was gentle, almost revering. Steven wanted to scream and hit this man with everything that he could. If Marc could touch him like this, then why were they stuck in this stalemate? If Marc didn’t want to leave either, then why was he so far to the touch, to what Steven had thought they both wanted? Nothing made sense anymore ever since they left the last battle against Harrow and Ammit.

“Don’t leave,” he whispered into the fabric of Marc’s shirt.

Marc curled his fingers into Steven’s hair, pulling him closer. “I won’t,” he replied, just as quiet. He sounded like it broke his heart to say it out loud. “You’re right,” he then said after he sucked in a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have told you how to live your life. You can—you can do what you want, Steven; be with anyone you want, with Jake, if that’s what you desire.”

Steven pulled away from the embrace, eyebrows drawn together, mouth slightly agape. “What—” he tried, but the rage was building up again, the hurt and the frustration and all the confusion that kept following him ever since Marc took his hand and led him back to this apartment. “That’s not what I meant, Marc. Why can’t you just—” he stopped himself, and gritted his teeth.

Marc stood there, looking helpless and Steven didn’t understand how he was the one looking like Steven just broke his heart when Marc was the one who laid all these rules, who touched Steven as if he wanted him, the one who kept leaving when Steven tried to reach out.

He turned on his heels and picked up his bag from the floor. He still had a mind to check on Gus, and felt a pang on his chest when he saw that the fish had been fed, the tank cleaned. All this shit Marc did for Steven, and he couldn’t even give the only thing that he truly wanted. It would be hilarious if it wasn’t so sad. He tried not to feel bad when he slammed the door behind.

-

“Whatever is going on between you and him, I want no part of it,” Jake said easily as he let Steven in. “Damn, cariño, never seen you this angry before. Except maybe last night.”

Steven ignored him and flopped on the couch. It was brand new, just like everything else in the apartment because Jake didn’t waste time in shaping his life after he got his own body. Sometimes, Steven envied him, because now that they weren’t tied together, didn’t have to share one body anymore, didn’t need to serve a bloodthirsty god involuntarily, Jake already knew what he wanted, what he should do to get it.

Here Steven was, with freedom to live his life as his own person, yet he was still chained to the past, to the person whom he had belonged to. His own body, his own hands, his own legs, his own heart, and still Steven didn’t know how to stop being a part of Marc. Jake was right, as he sometimes reminded Steven when he was being like this, he was pathetic.

Jake poked him with his toe, and Steven grunted in reply, face still buried in the soft pillows. “Change your clothes, and take a shower. As much as I like you smelling like me, you reek.”

“And whose fault is that?” he quipped back, though he had to fight back a blush when Jake grinned dirtily at him. He fled to the bathroom faster than Jake could find the end of his laughter. He sighed as he looked at his reflection. He looked wrecked; no wonder Marc seemed ready to obliterate the nearest object in sight.

Marc had… this weird sense of possessiveness towards him, ever since they came back from the Duat. It started out subtle—him buying Steven clothes and perfumes, scenting him when he was about to go out, leaving his clothes on Steven’s bed, holding his nape, buying him food, glaring at anyone who dared to stare whenever they went out together. He first thought it was just because Marc was worried about him, but the more he did it, the more he realized that Marc was trying to leave his mark in all the indirect ways that he could.

He didn’t like seeing Steven talking to anyone who smelled like they had the barest hint of interest in him. He didn’t permit Steven going out with Scott after he reapplied for tour guide position at the museum. He bristled whenever someone approached them. The bluntest he had ever been was when he told Steven to not seek Jake out.

And Steven, stupidly enough, had been so obedient to Marc’s wishes, had been so happy to be taken care of, to have Marc’s attention and fleeting touch on him. Until he found the divorce papers again, that was.

The bang on the door pulled him back to the present, and he lifted his hands a little to see that they were pruned. No wonder Jake was impatient.

“Clothes are outside,” Jake called out. “Hurry up, little dove, or I’ll pee all over your bag.”

It made Steven laughed, if a little horrified. Jake was just… so different, than him and Marc. Steven knew he carried the most of the brunt from Marc’s childhood, that he had been the one protecting them when the assault was too much to handle, that he had saved their lives more times than they could count. But Jake was so inexplicably, unapologetically himself, even when he was still within the system, that it was just hard to ever see him as a part of Marc Spector. Perhaps, that was the reason why he went against what Marc had told him, and sought Jake out. He wanted to have something in his life that didn’t have anything to do with or remind him of Marc.

“Breakfast on the table,” Jake said, before he hurried into the bathroom as soon as Steven stepped out.

He put on the clothes Jake had given to him. They fit him just right, considering they were the same size, came from the same person. It didn’t stretch as much across the shoulders, since Steven didn’t have the luxury of having a muscled body without working out anymore. He really should hit the gym or something. Osiris’ gift wasn’t exactly immune to fat and laziness, after all.

The breakfast was vegan, and it brought a small smile to Steven’s lips. Jake didn’t really remember, or perhaps didn’t care enough, the first time around. But he got the message at last after Steven whined and grumbled as he set aside the meat from the food. Jake wasn’t as attentive as Marc, but he was more honest, if a bit rude and careless about Steven’s feelings. But it was nice to have someone who didn’t hide anything from him, including the horrible details about Jake’s decision to work as a hired gun now.

Marc didn’t notice the first time that Steven met with Jake, because he made sure to covered himself in scent blocker and the perfume Marc had bought for him each time he came home. But when he did, the fight was bad enough that Marc left for two days, and Steven went to work looking like he died twice within the span of five hours; bad enough for Steven to stop seeing Jake for some time, until he smelled an omega’s scent on Marc. That was the first time he slept with Jake, stumbling on his touch, yet determined all the same to forget about Marc’s scent, entwined with something else that made him think you should have been mine alone.

That thought horrified him, because despite his clear affection and desires, Marc wasn’t his. Marc was possessive to begin with because he only had few good things in life, so he clung to them with everything that he had. Steven could understand this. But he wasn’t. It was the first time he had felt that cruel, that possessive, that undignified in his jealousy. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling.

“Can I ask you to do something for me?” he asked when Jake came back.

“Depends on the rewards,” the man smirked, leaning down to loom over Steven. “What is it, little dove?”

“I want you to find out where Layla is right now,” Steven said, and Jake’s smirk faded.

The man pulled out a chair for himself, and sat down heavily. “Why do you want that information?”

“I thought you didn’t want to know?” Steven tried to joke, but it felt bland even to himself. He heaved a deep breath and put down his sandwich. “After the last battle, she asked Marc to leave with her. He didn’t.”

“He came back with you, I’m aware of this,” Jake nodded.

“Marc still kept the divorce papers in his bag,” Steven said, looking away for a moment. “He never signed it. Sometimes, he read them again, and he’d try to call Layla. He always ended the call before she could pick up. He never picked up her calls either.”

“So, you’ve given up, is what you’re telling me?”

Steven gave him a bitter smile. “I don’t think there’s even something to fight for to begin with.”

Jake considered him for a moment, gaze sharp and intrusive, and Steven fought not to squirm. Jake was the only one who got mismatched eyes after they were granted their own bodies. The red left eye felt like it was all seeing, all knowing; it glowed brighter when his alpha showed up, when both of his eyes were red. Steven still had difficulties to this day holding a staring contest with Jake because of it.

“Talk to him, one last time,” Jake said in the end. “If nothing good comes out of it, I’ll tell you where El-Faouly is.”

Steven’s lips trembled. He was tired of talking, sick of it, because nothing ever came out of his attempts to actually find out why Marc had come home with him instead of with Layla. All it ever did was made them fight, made them tense around each other, made the heartache and longing worse. He sounded small and hesitant when he said, “Can I stay with you when he leaves?”

Jake pursed his lips at Steven’s choice of words. “Sure,” he nodded. “Just make sure you remember that I’m not him.”

“I know,” Steven said, and it made his stomach churn. Jake and Marc might have been tied to the same soul, but they couldn’t be more different to each other. It wasn’t just the scent, it was the behavior, the mannerism, the mindset, the personality, everything. Steven wasn’t looking for a replacement. He just wanted someone who understood to be there with him. “Can I stay with you for a few days?”

Jake’s grin returned to his lips as he ruffled Steven’s curls. “Don’t hog the blanket. You know I keep a gun under my pillow.”

“Thank you for the hospitality,” Steven said dryly. “Very reassuring.”

“I aim to please, little dove,” Jake said smugly. “Now finish you breakfast, and for the love of fuck, don’t mope when I’m around. I’m a killer, not your therapist.”

-

Over the course of a few days, he adamantly ignored Marc’s texts. When he kept calling, Steven turned off the phone. Jake sighed and took out his cigarette as he handed Steven a stack of papers. It was Layla’s background and whereabouts, all the things that were more than what he had asked for. A particular detail made him feel like he was sucker-punched to the gut.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Jake said without looking at him. “Don’t say things you didn’t mean.”

Steven honestly didn’t even know what he wanted to say anymore. The small line on the paper was blurry in front of his eyes from how hard he was staring at it. He felt empty as he gathered his things around the room. His legs felt heavy, like they were tied to leads, and he was dragging his steps as he walked to the front door. He didn’t think he wanted to know in what way Marc could break his heart again.

But Jake’s words stayed with him. Don’t run away, little dove, you can’t outrun heartache. So, he walked out, and let his heart bleed even before Marc could shatter it.

-

Marc was on him immediately as soon as he stepped inside. His arms were tight, safe, as they wrapped around Steven. Marc’s familiar scent made Steven want to lean further into the embrace, made him want to cry and wish he’d never have these feelings to begin with. What use was talking this out if he already knew the bleak end? He wished that he stayed as a fracture of a mind, forever trapped within Marc, if only to never experience how it felt to have the man in his arms.

“I was worried something might happen to you,” Marc said against the skin of Steven’s neck, and he closed his eyes as he felt the warmth from those lips.

He wanted to stay in the embrace forever, to forget about anything and everything else. He was half-willing to stay in this stalemate, to ignore the mounting tension and desires, to be resigned to the fact that Marc would never claim him as his, to just be in this man’s arms for a short eternity, so he didn’t have to face the heartbreak. But the line was repeating endlessly in his head, and he pushed Marc away from him, arms weak and hesitant.

“Steven?” Marc called out, arms still holding around Steven’s shoulders. “Do you need some—oh.” Steven knew the exact time when Marc smelled Jake on him. He didn’t exactly hide it, didn’t think about hiding it. Couldn’t think of anything beyond the small line over Layla’s information. “You went to his place?” he asked, cautious, a clear displeasure he tried to keep out of his voice. He took a few deep breaths, and squeezed Steven’s shoulders. “It’s alright, Steven.”

It should be a reassurance, but to Steven, it felt like a confirmation instead. That Marc was willing to go to this length to keep him at bay, to create a distance between them that he had never wanted to cross. The stack of papers he had been holding, half-crumpled from how tight he had gripped it, he pushed it to Marc’s chest, who took it with a slight confusion.

Steven stepped away and put his bag on the table. He ambled away to his bed and sat on it, back turned towards Marc. He couldn’t bear to face the man when they talked about this. It was selfish, and perhaps, it was him running away. But his heart was breaking piece by piece and Steven was a weak, weak man towards Marc Spector. He wanted to be a coward if only to save himself a piece of his heart he could hold onto.

“Is that why you didn’t sign the papers?” he asked, voice soft. He heard Marc’s steps, padding towards where he was. Marc didn’t sit next to him, and though it hurt, Steven felt a little better about it. He didn’t think he could stop himself from begging Marc to stay if the man was to touch him again. “Because you have an unfinished bond with her? The mating bite didn’t take, did it? When you tried to call her, were you thinking of going back to her? To finish the bond?”

There was a heavy sigh, before Marc spoke. “Yes.”

Steven closed his eyes. He had expected as much, but it didn’t stop it from hurting so bad, an agonizing misery that spread throughout his body, made his lungs hollow so that ache could take place in their cradle. “Then go, Marc,” he said, couldn’t stop himself from breaking over the syllable. “Now you know where she is. You can go back to her.”

When Marc touched him, he didn’t fight it. All the anger, the frustration, the hope, they all fled him. All that was left was resignation. Marc’s face was somber, and he looked like he was barely holding himself back from pulling Steven into his arms again. “Steven,” he started, gentle and always so careful around Steven. “Did you ask Jake to do this?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. His eyes felt warm, the tears prickling yet unshed.

“Why?”

Why. Wasn’t that the question of the century? He laughed bitterly, and looked at Marc in the eyes. “You took my hand and took me home. You scented me over and over again. You don’t like it when other people are close to me. You don’t want me to be with someone else. You hold me close yet you keep me at an arm length. You smell like you want me, yet you look like you want to be anywhere but here.”

Marc listened to him. There was ache in his eyes, but Steven didn’t know what that meant. Didn’t know anything about him, at this point.

“If you don’t want me,” he continued, holding back his sobs, “if you really want to go back to her, then the least I could do was to make it easier for you. You can go, Marc. I won’t ask you to stay, I won’t ask you to have anything to do with me anymore.”

“Steven,” Marc said softly, cupping Steven’s face, eyebrows drawn together in visible pain when Steven couldn’t hold back his tears any longer. “Do you know why you wanted me to claim you?”

“Is that a trick question?” Steven asked between his sniffles. “Isn’t that obvious enough that I like you? My God, Marc, you know I’m bad at this. But I tried, because I thought you had wanted the same thing. Guess I thought wrong.”

“You didn’t,” Marc said, and Steven’s eyes snapped up at him, confusion coloring his gaze. Marc’s lips curled into a small smile, but the ache stayed in his eyes. “But I told you that we couldn’t. That we shouldn’t. Do you want to know why?”

Steven nodded, and waited with bated breath.

“You imprinted on me,” came the answer, and Steven reeled back from it. He didn’t understand, and there was a sliver of fear dredging up in his ribcage. He was starting to see why Marc was so adamant in refusing them both what they had wanted. “When we were in the boat, and we met for the first time, in different bodies. That’s when your alpha recognized me properly. When Jake and I came back for you on the Duat, that was when you imprinted on me. I know that you didn’t realize it, and I didn’t know how to tell you about it.”

“About what?” Steven asked, his throat suddenly dry, his voice rough. He almost didn’t want to hear the answer, because he knew that Marc would twist it into something his mind would make the most sense of, would change it entirely to satiate the self-hatred that Marc had for all his life.

“I didn’t know how to tell you, that what you’ve previously thought as affection and desires for me, are just something fabricated, because you latched onto the person you know the most, the person with the closest connection to you. You found out that your life is just one big, fabricated lie, and the only real thing was me. You are a part of me, and you unconsciously hold onto that.”

Steven was feeling sicker by the second, but Marc wasn’t done.

“You don’t want me, Steven,” he said with an empty smile. “You never did. You just thought that way because I’m the only one you ever trusted and knew with your whole heart.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He stared at Marc; incredulity written all over his face. “Are you even hearing yourself, Marc?” he asked, voice near hysterical from his shock. “Do you really believe all those bullshits?” Marc closed his eyes, inhaling deep, as if trying to retain his patience. But Steven didn’t want to hear any of this anymore.

“I like you not only because you’re a part of me! I like you because you protect me when you don’t have to, when you tried your best to make my life into something I could enjoy without all the bloodshed. I like you because you are who you are, because you’re stubborn and heartless at times, but you’re the kindest person I’ve ever known,” he heaved several gulps of air, and he let out a frustrated grunt when Marc still looked like he was watching a trainwreck, and he was helpless in the face of it. “I like you because you always use the same bloody cup each time we have breakfast and you keep complaining but you never stopped me from yapping about what I thought. I like you because you’re Marc Spector that I’ve come to love, not—not because of some bullshit spiel about me wanting you just because my alpha had mistakenly thought so. Why couldn’t you see that, Marc, please.”

“I know,” Marc whispered. But he looked down, the set of his strong shoulders now limp and hunched. “But that’s only the answer to one of the questions, isn’t it?”

Steven bit back a sob and fought the desperation clawing at his throat. He let Marc inch closer, let him take a few breaths before he was ready enough to look at Steven properly. He felt like he was looking at a dying man, and Steven didn’t know why.

“You’re all I ever wanted, do you know that?” Marc started, his smile a tad more genuine as he brushed away a stray curl from Steven’s eyes. He roved his gaze over Steven, settling on his lips for a moment, before he looked away, pain and shame rolling off of him in waves, so strong that it filled the whole room. “Because that’s what you’re meant to be.”

There was a stone sinking in Steven’s stomach when he pieced the fragments together. He closed his eyes, knowing what Marc was going to say even before the man continued.

“I was aware of you since I was a child,” Marc said, sounding nostalgic and wistful. “When I presented as an alpha… I- I couldn’t handle what happened to Mom anymore, because she was all the more hateful of my status, said that it was figured I’d turned into an alpha, into a mindless beast, a killer. I was lost and you were all I had. My alpha imprinted on you on my first rut.”

Steven’s heart seemed to break even further, the tiny pieces lay on the foyer of his heart, waiting to be blown away by the wind until he couldn’t find them anymore. Hopelessness filled him to the bone, replacing his anger and frustration.

“I didn’t finish the mating bond with Layla because I couldn’t,” Marc said, caressing the side of Steven’s face. “I went with you because you’re the only one my alpha recognized, everything it ever desired. You imprinting on me isn’t a mere coincidence, Steven.”

“No,” Steven whispered, shaking his head as if he could reject the reality. “Don’t—please, don’t, Marc. You don’t know that, you don’t—”

“You want me because you’re made to be,” Marc finished, laying the last blow. “I’m sorry, I truly am. I know that you love me, and that you’re sincere about it. I know you, Steven. I made you to be someone I wanted to be, someone I wanted to have as a companion in my life, someone I can escape to from my misery. But this… this isn’t love, this isn’t what you truly want. There is no freedom in your choice, because of my mistake. I’m sorry.”

Steven opened his eyes at last, and gripped the collars of Marc’s shirt. “Then why bother denying it? If I’m the one you wanted, if you made me to be a perfect mate for you, and I’m finally here, then why are you running away from it? I don’t care, Marc. I don’t care! Why should it matter that you made me to be like this? These are still my feelings, they’re real, and I still want you. Then why—why can’t we—”

Marc closed his fingers over Steven’s, his gaze soft and understanding. “Because I won’t be able to live knowing that you didn’t have a choice, that you didn’t get the chance to find someone you’d actually love, instead someone you’re made to love.”

“That’s not how it works!” he insisted, trying so hard to make Marc come to his senses. “You only wanted to go back to Layla because you thought it’s the only choice, because of a sense of obligation. Where’s the freedom in that? If- if I’m someone made for you, then why won’t you accept me?”

Marc made to pull away, but Steven took ahold of him, climbed into his lap to keep him in place. “If you thought that I imprinted on you because I’m a part of you, then why didn’t I imprint on Jake? Why didn’t he feel the same towards you, if this is only about our connected soul? Marc, please, why won’t you let us have this?”

“We can’t,” Marc repeated, but even his words started to lack conviction.

“But you still want me, don’t you?” he asked, and found his answer in the helplessness of Marc’s gaze. “Then you can have me. You don’t—we don’t need to have anything between us if you don’t want to. But don’t- don’t go back to her, stay, with me. I won’t go to anyone, either. I just want you, only you.”

The more he talked, the more Marc looked like he was pierced in the heart by a spear. He cupped Steven’s face and leaned up to press their foreheads together gently. “Don’t do this to yourself, sweetheart.”

Steven swallowed back an anguish sob and cradled Marc’s face. “Don’t go,” he whispered against Marc’s lips. “Please don’t let me go.”

Marc closed his eyes, sorrow in the flutter of his lashes. When he surged up to kiss Steven, all he could taste was the unshed tears and misery. But he was here, within Steven’s arms, staying despite everything. And even if this felt like defeat more than anything, Steven kept the broken pieces of his heart and offered them to Marc’s cold hands.

Even if there were no sunny days for them tomorrow, even if there was no warmth in the tangle of their lips, even if there was a yawning void between them, then Steven would take it. If the abyss was all he had, the only place he was heading towards, as long as Marc was there, then he’d willingly let himself fall.

Just so Marc wouldn’t let him go. Just so he could have this empty love for a moment longer.

-

[mygorgeousreality]

alpha/beta readers needed!

hiiii. so my blog may not look it but i am a writer. i’ve started writing fanfic for one of my beloved fandoms, moon knight, that will be posted on ao3. it will be a y/n type of read. think marc spector x reader.

pleaaase comment if interested! 18+ and complete love for the system required 😛💗 bonus points if you’re poc!

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 22

Steven grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley + omegaverse

This is written in headcanon format, since I wanted to write about all three but couldn’t think of a way to involve all of them beside headcanons.

on the shorter side, but im still learning how to write omegaverse.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist.

Omega, but not the stereotypical omega. Hes fine taking care of himself, and isn’t weak or easily ordered around. Steven just likes to avoid conflicts, Marc and Jake wont back down from conflicts though.

Steven is an omega, so is Marc, but Jake is an alpha.

Physical body is omega, so even when Jake is fronting their body is still an omega, but Jake is immune to things like other alphas scent or when someone tries to scruff him or force him to submit.

Marc is mostly immune too, only buckling to you, his mate, but that’s because hes chosen to do so cuz he loves you.

Steven does enjoy making a nest in their bed, or wearing your clothes to cover himself in your scent. Marc doesn’t really make nests as a trauma response, and because he doesn’t feel as much of a need for it as Steven, he will bundle up some blankets though if he really needs it.

Steven’s scent is sweeter and milder than the other two, as I imagine their scent changes depending on who is fronting. The core smell is the same, but smaller changes happens so you can easily tell them apart, where others might struggle to do so.

Since their physical body is of an omega, they go into heat, but they tend to leave that to Steven since hes the only one who doesn’t despise it with his entire being.

Being in heat is uncomfortable of course, but Steven also enjoys it cuz it allows him to be taken care of by you and lets him put down his walls. None of them want pups though, so they always make sure to use protection.

Marc might front every now and then during heat when Steven is too exhausted, letting himself bask in his omega needs for a bit. Make sure to not treat him too stereotypically like an omega, he needs you to be rough and in charge, yes, but he will bite you if you try to scruff him or anything like that.

When Jake fronts during heats he just feels uncomfortable and very sweaty, so if he even does front, that’s when he showers and changes the sheets. That’s also when you can rest, as he just wants to cuddle and watch a movie or something.

Sex with them depends on who’s fronting. Steven likes to be taken with some power behind your thrusts, but he also loves slow and passionate lovemaking. Hes also the only one who liked being knotted, even if it won’t lead to pups.

Marc likes having some more power during, so he will ride you like a wild horse, growling and barring his teeth, making sure to scratch at your chest and leave hickeys all over.

Jake likes to do the fucking, be it bending you over the kitchen counter or up against the wall in the shower. He may not have a knot, but if you ever bought him a fake one to wear, he might bust right then and there as hed pounce on you immediately.

Your relationship would never lead to pups, as none of them want to get pregnant or would want you to carry. I just don’t think they’d be comfortable being parents, closest you’ll get is a pet, as they don’t wanna put an innocent kid in danger cuz of their night job.

This doesn’t mean your relationship is lacking anything though, as you guys find other things to find joy in, in your love life. It takes some time getting used too, but after a while it just becomes the norm, so no matter what others think you guys are happy.

[miguel-owhora]

Howdy my fellow sigmas. Proud to announce, again, that I am going to be attempting Kinktober !!! and hopefully it doesn’t end the same way as it did before :3

Now then, I’ve decided to go the ‘easy’ way and select the kinks/fetishes for each day, but have you guys pick the characters. Or whatever. Some kinks/fetishes do repeat but ! who cares lmao. Feel free to use this list as inspo or something idk man

Anyways, here’s a list of character’s that I’ll write for, and the available days! I’ll update the slots with each req :)  

Characters:

Miguel O’Hara , Peter B , Webslinger , Ben Reilly

John Price , Simon Riley , Kyle Garrick , John MacTavish , Phillip Graves, Vladimir Makarov

Steven Grant , Marc Spector , Jake Lockley

Arthur Morgan , Dutch Van der Linde , Hosea Matthews , Micah Bell , John Martson , Bill Williamson , Charles Smith , Javier Escuella , Kieran Duffy , Lenny Summers , Sean MacGuire

Slots :3

Watersports | Fear play | Semi-Public Sex - Miguel O'Hara

Face Fucking | Sex against Furniture | Fingering - Micah Bell

Sleepy Sex | Scent Kink | Knotting - John Martson

Begging | Blowjob | Mirror/Window - Dutch Van der Linde

Anal Fisting | Power Dynamics | Corset - Micah Bell

Masturbating Each Other | New Relationship | Omega/Omega - Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Dollification | Nipple Play | Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics - Micah Bell

Orgasm Control/Cum on Command | Feet Fetish | Piercings/Body Modifications - Miguel O'Hara

Titfucking | Corruption/Blasphemy Kink | Shower/Bath - Micah Bell

Animal Characteristics/Partial Transformation | Pillow Biting | Hog Tied - Arthur Morgan

Dildos | Mating Cycles/In Heat | Smelling Clothes - John Price

Praise Kink | Stuffing | Creampie - Ben Reilly

Choking/Asphyxiation | Fuck or Die | Sexual Punishment - Kieran Duffy

Boot Worship | Creampie in Throat | Hair Pulling - Micah Bell

Breeding Mount | Doggy Style | Genital Spanking - Arthur Morgan

Face Fucking | Strength/Power Kink | Deep Throat - Lenny Summers

Unprotected Sex | Armbinding | Spanking - Kieran Duffy/Mary-Beth Gaskill

Anal Cock Warming | Premature Orgasm | Dacryphilia/Crying Kink - Arthur Morgan

Squirting | Fuck or Die | Face Fucking - Kyle Garrick

Size Difference | Fingering | Pregnant Kink - Hosea Matthews

Oviposition | Predator/Prey | Mind Breaking - John Martson

Over-the-Knee Spanking | Puppy Play | Toys - John MacTavish

Cock Worship | Lactation | Vibrators - Miguel O'Hara

Weight Gain | Lingerie | Breeding - Dutch Van der Linde

Daddy Kink | Cock Worship | Cigarette Burns - Dutch Van der Linde

Gunplay | Hate/Angry Sex | Violence Kink - Miguel O'Hara

Sneaky Sex | Fingersucking | Anal sex - Hosea Matthews

Dry Humping/Grinding | Quickies | Cumming in Pants - Micah Bell

Knife Play | Blood Kink | Handjobs - Javier Escuella

Squirting | Cam Sex | Service Top - Bill Williamson

Author’s Choice? Perchance…

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Current Tag List - Updated 30/10/24

• ao3 • want to be tagged? • Requests Info • blog of fanfics I've written only • wips list • ko-fi • If you'd like to be taken off the tag list please let me know here •

All Oscar Isaac Characters

@pleasurebuttonwrites @raven-rk @campingwiththecharmings @alexxavicry @whatthefishh

@romanarose @strangerhands @saturn-rings-writes

@steven-grants-world  @eyelessfaces @angel-of-the-moons @minigirl87 @lunar-ghoulie

@silvernight-m @autismsupermusicalassassin @reallyrallyauthor @basicalyrandom

@alwaysmicado @mangoslushcrush @marc-spectorr @spxctorsslxt @novarosewood 

@pygmi-cygni @hammerhead96 @emma23 @sub-aro @killerdollz

 @maplemind  @mwltwo @loonymagizoologist @dameronshandholder @queerly-anxious

@homuraak3mi @swiftiegirliepop @oscarssimp @milkypompon @eternallyvenus 

@lounilu @avengersinitiative2012 @pigeonmama @marcsb1tch 

@iolaussharpe-24 @chaithetics @DowBaStan @faretheeoscar@lonelyisamyw-0love 

@queerponc @twwcs @Spnwhore2430 @ominoose

@ierofrnkk @have-you-seen-my-sanity @to-be-a-sunshine @blushingrn @missdictatorme

@musicalnacho

Extra Information: @maplemind - no alpha/beta/omega • @ominoose - I did have you listed as 'no chaptered fics', but this has now been corrected • @pygmi-cygni - no miguel o'hara •

Individual Characters

(if you are on 'all' you are automatically in all of the characters listed below)

Steven Grant

@soft-girl-musings @hammerhead96 @emma23 @sub-aro @killerdollz

@mwltwo @loonymagizoologist @dameronshandholder @queerly-anxious

@homuraak3mi @swiftiegirliepop @oscarssimp @milkypompon @eternallyvenus 

@mandytrekkie @novarosewood @pygmi-cygni @purple-amaranthe @amasdaydream

@i-have-all-these-freakin-uwus @casa-boiardi @bookoffracturedescapes @pigeonmama

@theratscorner @krakenkitty @brunlocc @sergeant102105 @weekendgothgirl

@klillah @howellatme @mystic-writings @f0url3af @buckyssugarchick

@mari-thesimp

Marc Spector

@soft-girl-musings @hammerhead96 @emma23 @sub-aro @killerdollz

 @mwltwo @loonymagizoologist @dameronshandholder @queerly-anxious

@homuraak3mi @swiftiegirliepop @oscarssimp @milkypompon @eternallyvenus 

@mandytrekkie @theratscorner @krakenkitty @casa-boiardi @i-have-all-these-freakin-uwus

@amasdaydream  @purple-amaranthe @brunlocc @bookoffracturedescapes @marcsb1tch 

@pigeonmama @sergeant102105 @weekendgothgirl @mari-thesimp

@klillah @howellatme @mystic-writings @f0url3af @buckyssugarchick

@silvernight-m

Jake Lockley

@soft-girl-musings @casa-boiardi @theratscorner @krakenkitty @amasdaydream

@i-have-all-these-freakin-uwus  @purple-amaranthe @brunlocc @bookoffracturedescapes

@marcsb1tch @pigeonmama @sergeant102105 @weekendgothgirl @silvernight-m

@klillah @howellatme @mystic-writings @f0url3af @buckyssugarchick

@mari-thesimp

Poe Dameron

@soft-girl-musings @krakenkitty @marcsb1tch @pigeonmama @klillah

@howellatme @mystic-writings @f0url3af

Blue Jones

@soft-girl-musings @krakenkitty  @purple-amaranthe @marcsb1tch 

@howellatme @mystic-writings@f0url3af @sapphossongbird

Duke Leto Atreides

@theratscorner @pigeonmama @howellatme

Jonathan Levy

@howellatme @marcsb1tch @pigeonmama

Nathan Bateman

@krakenkitty @sapphossongbird @purple-amaranthe @marcsb1tch @pigeonmama@mystic-writings @sapphossongbird

Rydal Keener

@soft-girl-musings @marcsb1tch @Silver-night-m @howellatme

Miguel O'Hara

@theratscorner @soft-girl-musings @marcsb1tch @pigeonmama @bookoffracturedescapes 

@howellatme @aly29a2001

Santiago Pope Garcia

@klillah @mystic-writings

Anselm Vogelweide

@howellatme @sapphossongbird

Richard Mũnoz

@brunlocc

Extra Information: @soft-girl-musings - no smut • @purple-amaranthe - no horror/noncon • @brunlocc - all stuff that mentions the moon boys •

[campingwiththecharmings]

PART TWO (part one is here)

**please be sure to read any/all warnings attached to recommended fics prior to reading**

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Moon Knight

🔥cocktails (Jake Lockley x Shy!F!Reader) - @runa-falls

🔥house of balloons (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @whatthefishh

🔥Death to Dignity (Marc Spector x Reader) - @juneknight

🔥Heat (Alpha!Jake Lockley x Omega!F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Walk You Home (Steven Grant x Reader) - @writingsoftheloser

Boy Meets Cat, Boy Meets Girl (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Burn (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @soft-girl-musings

Museum Date (Marc Spector x Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

🔥Good Boy, Steven (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

The Lake (Steven Grant x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Stitches (Marc Spector x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Cry (Marc Spector x Reader) - @soft-girl-musings

🔥Praying for Love (Marc Spector x F!Stripper!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Cheat (Marc Spector x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Bonfire Night (Uni!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

March the 9th (Marc Spector x Reader) - @ivystoryweaver

Comedy of Errors (Teacher!Steven Grant x Teacher!Reader) - @soft-girl-musings

Salt & Pepper (Moon Boys x Reader) - @soft-girl-musings

Perfect Find (Steven Grant x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Sprinkles (Marc Spector x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥What You Like (Marc Spector x F!Reader x Steven Grant) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Not Enough (Marc Spector x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Stranger Danger (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @soft-girl-musings

Searching (Marc Spector x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you’d like to have your fic removed, please just let me know.

[midgardian-witch]

Finally, I will also do something for kinktober! I decided to not post something every day but to give you guys a fic every week! Posts will be scheduled to go up every Monday.

This will be the masterlist for the fics and will be updated with the links accordingly, so stay tuned!

Fran's Mini Kinktober 2024

In The Abscence Of Control (Alternative Title: Distance Makes The Cock Grow Harder)

Ex Machina

Nathan Bateman/Reader

part 3 of the series Nathan Bateman Is A Brat

Mommy Kink | Orgasm Control | Phone Sex

Keep The Gloves On

The Band Ghost

Cardinal Copia/Reader

Cunnilingus | Glove Kink | Priest Kink (kinda)

Don't Bite The Hand That Feeds You

Moon Knight (MCU)

Jake Lockley/Reader

Puppy Play | Muzzle, Collar & Leash | Scent Kink

Moon Knight (MCU)

The Lunar Effect

Moon Knight System/Reader

A/B/O (Alpha/Beta/Omega) | Heat | Knotting

[erinptah]

Team Moon Knight meets the Beaubier headmates!

Steven as the “I know how scary it is to wake up in the middle of a fight your maniac headmate dragged the body into” one, Jake as the “I get how much it sucks when your headmate doesn’t appreciate how much you protect them” one.

[marveltrumpshate]

July 2024 MTH fills

The best way to see all the fills that have been shared with us is our monthly roundups tag or our #MTH-fills channel on our Discord, but you can also view them through the following methods:

Our Tumblr tags: 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023

Our AO3 collection (only has works posted to AO3; see "subcollections" for specific auction years)

Completed works tag list

To find specific content, use our completed works tag lists above which includes instructions on how to search for a particular character, gen or romantic relationship, universe, and fanwork type. 

SOLO CHARACTERS

Miguel O'Hara

@caiabresebun - Art of a shirtless Miguel tied up shibari-style for @moonyroony

GEN/PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS

STEVEN GRANT & JAKE LOCKLEY & MARC SPECTOR

@tiptapricot - "Caótica Belleza (por lo sentido y lo sinsentido)" (transfem MCU Marc Spector-centric 5+1 fic) for @melaphyrex

SHIPS

BUCKY BARNES/HOWARD STARK

@ruquas - The second installment of a wartime epistolary fic in the form of handwritten letters between Bucky and Howard for @fuckyeahhowardstark

BUCKY BARNES/STEVE ROGERS

@call-me-kayyyyy - NSFW post-CA:CW Steve/Bucky shibari art for gfawkes (more SFW but still a bit NSFW version on Tumblr)

JACK ROLLINS/BROCK RUMLOW

Nixie DeAngel / @nixies-creations - "Sharp Blades, Thin Ice" (Jack Rollins/Brock Rumlow hockey AU fic. Accompanying aesthetic here) for @kalika999

LAYLA EL-FAOULY/MARC SPECTOR

tiptapricot - "Caótica Belleza (por lo sentido y lo sinsentido)" (transfem MCU Marc Spector-centric 5+1 fic) for @melaphyrex

LOKI/STEVE ROGERS

@fohatic / @moon-language-0 - "Cold Comfort" (MCU Loki/Steve and eventual Steve/Tony dystopian AU fic where Loki wins in 2012, takes over the world, and takes Steve as his prize) for @bulkyphrase

MATT MURDOCK/FOGGY NELSON

@grumpycakes - Art of monk Foggy meeting demon Matt Murdock for @amazing-spiderling

STEVE ROGERS/TONY STARK

@areiton - "who's gonna know you, if not me?" (Steve/Tony D/s soulmate AU fic where Steve navigates being Tony's dom while grappling with grief after being found and Tony struggles with his trauma from being forcibly trained to be a sub for Steve his entire life) for Usagi, @tehroserose, @ruquas, @sabrecmc, @sayahs-corner, @oper1895, and @romancebyfaye (MTH 2022)

@fohatic / @moon-language-0 - "Cold Comfort" (MCU Loki/Steve and eventual Steve/Tony dystopian AU fic where Loki wins in 2012, takes over the world, and takes Steve as his prize) for bulkyphrase

@iam93percentstardust - "Labyrinth" (Steve/Tony Regency A/B/O AU fic where Lord Tony Stark has resigned himself to a life as a spinster when he meets alpha Steve, one of his sister Sharon's suitors) for Ruquas, @massivespacewren, sabrecmc, RoseRose, @dweetwise, @gotlostonmywayhome, tsmk2013tsmk, @gottalovev, oper1895, @otpcutie, sayah1112, E_Greer, and @ishipallthings

Nixie DeAngel - "Letters For My Heart" (MCU Steve/Tony fic where Tony finds a box of Steve's things that has Tony's name on it. Accompanying aesthetic here) for gottalovev (MTH 2022)

[wortsandall]

this has been bouncing around my head and i need to get it out so

moon knight omegaverse au-how exactly would that work?

because marc, steven, and jake are different enough that i don't think they'd have the same dynamic. but unfortunately for them they share a body. i feel like the body's dynamic would be what marc was supposed to be if his personality had fully integrated and not been interrupted in childhood. which would probably be alpha. though i understand and see the argument for honestly any of the dynamics for marc. like his protectiveness could be seen as alpha protecting pack or omega like.

but i feel like steven is more likely to be omega. he's more nurturing than marc is though they all have a pretty wild protective streak. i feel like it'd be hard to be an omega in a body that has alpha instincts.

jake for sure, definitely an alpha. if they lived in omegaverse im sure he'd manage just fine. if marc happened to be an omega though, i feel like it'd be a different conversation. might be the aroace jake lockley belief fueling this but i think he'd struggle with that.

or would this not matter at all and the instincts change and follow for whoever's in the body at that moment? how would that work if they're co conscious? if one of them went into a rut/heat could they switch to someone with an opposite dynamic until it's over?

i have so many questions. omegaverse is so unique as an AU to begin with that it makes it so interesting to think about.

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Guys, please, check it out. Tags under the cut.

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Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic UniverseWolverine (Comics)Deadpool (Movieverse)Moon Knight (TV 2022)The Punisher (1989)Venom (Marvel Movies)The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies - Webb)Daredevil (TV)

Relationships: Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies)/Wade WilsonMarc Spector/Wade WilsonFrank Castle/Matt MurdockFrank Castle/Marc SpectorFrank Castle/Steven GrantFrank Castle/Jake LockleyEddie Brock/Frank Castle/Matt Murdock/Peter Parker/Wade WilsonPeter Parker/Wade WilsonEddie Brock/Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Venom SymbioteEddie Brock/Matt MurdockLogan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies)/Peter Parker/Wade Wilson

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The Moon Knight system takes quizzes about their selves!

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/YUgj7CE by traveler_of_the_knight The MK system has a YouTube channel and you clicked on their new video! They take two online quizzes to find out which alter of the MK system they are. Are they accurate? One way to find out! The thumbnail has Steven looking extremely happy, Marc looking confused and you can't really tell if Jake is happy or angry he just hits the desk. Also no Beta, I'm an Alpha Male Words: 7277, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Moon Knight (TV 2022), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Multi Characters: Moon Knight (Marvel), Marc Spector, Steven Grant (Marvel), Jake Lockley, Layla El-Faouly, Khonshu (Marvel), Avengers Team Members (Marvel) Relationships: Steven Grant & Jake Lockley & Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly & Steven Grant & Jake Lockley & Marc Spector, Steven Grant & Jake Lockley, Steven Grant & Marc Spector, Jake Lockley & Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly/Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant, Layla El-Faouly/Jake Lockley, Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector, Khonshu & Marc Spector, Avengers Team Members & Jake Lockley, Avengers Team Members & Moon Knight (Marvel) Additional Tags: YouTube read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/YUgj7CE