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Rendezvous

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PWP in which you and Miguel get each other off in a storage closet.

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 611 Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader Warnings: frottage, kissing, semi-public sex, soft!Miguel, cursing AO3

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You fall through the door into the storage room, fingers gripping the lapels of Miguel’s lab coat, his lips fused to yours. His hands are on your hips, guiding you back, back, back until you run into a metal shelving unit and stop, the edges digging into your shoulders. 

Your grunt of discomfort is smothered by his lips as he presses himself against you, his hard, lean body flush with yours. He devours your mouth, kissing you so hard his glasses are askew, the frames digging into your cheek. Without breaking the kiss, he bends slightly, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. He turns with you in his arms, pushing you against the back of the door and plunging the small space into semi-darkness. 

You hum, digging your fingers into his hair, nails scratching against his scalp, making him hiss. He pushes his clothed cock against your core, grinding lazily as he licks into your mouth, his tongue hot and wet. You moan softly at the friction, canting your hips, breaking the kiss with a gasp when he catches your clit.  

His face hovers before yours, his warm breath puffing against your cheek. 

“Good?” he pants, licking his lips as he continues rutting against you. 

“Better than good," you breathe, smiling as you pull his mouth back to yours. 

Miguel chuckles against your lips, kissing you a little softer this time. He keeps grinding against you, rolling his hips into yours, taking you higher and higher. You gasp, lips parting from his again as he mouths over your cheek toward your ear. You hold onto him, the warmth pooling in your belly as a delicious heat coils there.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, throwing your head back against the door with a dull thud. 

He growls, pushing his face into your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin, the movement of his hips never ceasing as he chases both his own release and yours. You’re close already, so close, can feel that the levee inside you is about to burst, the pressure building and building until finally— 

You come with a gasp, your cunt spasming around nothing as you shake slightly in his arms, the waves of pleasure rippling through you. Miguel follows a moment later, hips stuttering to a halt, his groan muffled by your shirt. You hold each other as you come down, your fingers combing through his hair, his thumbs brushing soothingly against your thighs through the fabric of your pants. The tension in his shoulders eases as his breathing returns to normal, his grip on you loosening. 

Voices in the hall just outside the door make you both freeze, reminding you that you’re not alone. You pull your lip between your teeth, holding your breath as the people in the hall move away. Miguel sighs in relief as their voices dissipate, sagging against the door, still holding you in his arms. He buries his laugh in your neck, his body shaking slightly as he tries to limit the amount of noise he’s making. His reaction makes you snort, your hand clapping over your mouth and nose to stifle the sound.

“We really need to stop doing this at work,” he whispers, an amused smile on his lips when he pulls back enough to see your face.

You bite your lip, reach out to smooth your hands over the lapels of his coat. “I can't help it, seeing you like this just…does something to me.”

With a smirk, he leans in, nuzzling you with his nose as his fingers curl into the fabric of your lab coat. “I know exactly what you mean, cariño.”

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The Dark Side of the Moon - Chapter 1: Intoxicating

Vampire Marc Spector X f!Reader

Beta Read by @xbellaxcarolinax - Masterlist - AO3

Chapter Summary

Marc sees you for the first time and can't understand why you smell the way you do. The aroma is intoxicating, and he's determined to get closer to you, despite Khonshu's rules.

Tags/Warnings (for entire fic)

Major Tags/Warnings: Major Character Death - Non-con - Dub-con - Violence Minor Tags/Warnings NSFW, smut, Khonshu is human turned vampire, Ammit is human turned vampire, sex with characters other than the main pairing (Marc X f!Unnamed Character - Khonshu X f!Reader), p in v creampie, furniture grinding, scent kink, blood kink, vampire/human relationship, blood drinking, rough sex, oral sex, coming untouched, coming in pants, panty sniffing, angst, fluff, smut, forbidden relationship, secret relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, Marc does NOT have DID Dead Dove Do Not Eat - This means that what you see in the tags is what you get in the fic. If you read the tags and see "non-con" and then see non-con in the fic, don't be surprised!

Word Count: 3.2k

When Marc first saw you, he was overwhelmed by your scent.

The blood coursing through your veins held an aroma so sickly sweet that he found himself dizzy from the smell. He stepped into the lofty, spacious room where an oversized, and over-embellished, chair sat at the back. The enormous windows behind the chair faced out to the ocean, stretching on for what felt like forever. Khonshu liked to call this his ‘throne room’; a pretentious name fit only for someone who thought all too highly of himself.

“Marc, isn’t she wonderfully fragrant?” Khonshu asked from where he sat in his chair, touching the small of your back. His deep voice broke Marc from his thoughts.

Marc cleared his throat, scowling at the display in front of him. You were there, standing timidly with your wrists and ankles bound by enchanted gold chains, and Khonshu was next to you, seated like a king, legs spread wide as though he didn’t have a care in the world. You were dressed like the other cattle: ivory-white, flowing dress covering your body, though leaving your neck well exposed in case Khonshu felt hungry on a whim.

“Yes sir,” Marc agreed, body stiffening as he tried to fight his primal urges against your intoxicating smell.

“Found this pretty thing walking home from some dead end job, sobbing, living a meaningless life, isn’t that right little dove?” He started rubbing your back, and Marc saw your body tense in response. He hated when Khonshu got new servants. He hated to see how nervous they all were in the beginning.

“Y-yes,” you said, voice sounding small compared to the bass of Khonshu’s tone.

“Not so meaningless now. You have such an important job here.” He looked up at you with such adoration it made Marc’s stomach turn. “Harrow,” he said loudly, looking at the man on Marc’s left. “I need a report, did you succeed in delivering my justice tonight?”

Arthur Harrow looked over at Marc, long face twisted into an expression of disdain that he reserved only for the right hand of Khonshu. When Harrow looked back at their master’s face, his expression changed to one of admiration, but Marc knew the man’s hatred for him still festered just under the surface.

Marc listened to Harrow’s recollection of the evening’s events. It was a brief retelling of their struggles and successes, structured in a way to make Arthur sound like the heroic protagonist of the story, leaving Marc to look like his inept sidekick. Marc chuckled under his breath when Harrow mentioned rescuing a woman from a mugger. What he failed to add, was that the man doing the mugging was in his late sixties, frail, and nearly starving to death in an alleyway, just trying to get enough money to eat for the night. In other words, Marc wouldn’t have needed a suit or vampiric abilities to deal with him.

“Is something funny, Marc Spector?” Arthur asked, turning to look at his counterpart.

Marc shook his head, “not at all, continue with your very accurate and completely true story.”

Marc looked at you, heartbeat racing at the sight of your pretty face. A smirk threatened the corner of your mouth, you must’ve noticed him, but you kept your eyes on the ground. Marc’s lips turned up for only a split second knowing he’d entertained you. He hated Khonshu for always making the servants of the house avert their gaze, as though the undead were a superior race to the living. He hated Khonshu for many other things as well, but not being able to see the sparkle of amusement in your eyes at that moment was one of them.

Marc shared his own account of the uneventful evening. They’d saved some other ‘travelers of the night’, as Khonshu called them, and made sure to deliver justice to those who hurt them. He didn’t always see eye to eye with Harrow, but both he and Marc served one man, bound to him forever in an unfortunate blood pact, and for that they were very alike. He wondered sometimes if Arthur hated their master as much as he did, but Marc didn’t dare ask such a question out loud.

Khonshu looked up at you, smiling contentedly as he did before letting out a sigh, broad shoulders relaxing slightly.

“Very good,” he said, finally addressing both Marc and Arthur. “I’m hungry, so I’ll be taking my leave.” He looked over at Marc as he stood, running a hand through his thick black hair. “Marc, please attend to any queries as I would.”

Marc nodded, watching Khonshu rise, putting his hand on your upper back as he led you out of the room. Your scent left with you, not fully, but enough to allow the fog that weighed heavy in Marc’s mind dissipate. He was certain that if you smelled that good, you must taste equally as delicious…right?

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Why the fuck did you smell like that? Marc wondered moments later, sitting in Khonshu’s lavish chair in his absence. There was no reason for you to smell like that. So sweet, so delicious. Marc found himself salivating, quickly wiping his lips. It was embarrassing, the way you had made such a mess out of him after only moments of him being in your presence.

“Are you hungry sir? I can get your cattle for you,” one of the servants nearby asked, noticing that he’d wiped his mouth.

“No, no I’m…” he wasn’t fine, “I’m fine.”

He’d lived a hundred twenty-six years, and not once had he come across a scent like that. It didn’t make sense, and yet, it was permeating the air around him, making him feel mildly intoxicated once again. Harrow chuckled on Marc’s left, taking the man out of his daze. He scowled and looked over at him.

“What?” Marc questioned, tone laced in frustration.

Arthur shrugged, “hm? Oh, nothing. It’s just interesting to me, how much your age shows when you're faced with something unique, like the new cattle girl.”

“She just has a strong smell, it’s nothing,” Marc said firmly, bouncing his leg as he became more anxious.

“Right, of course,” Arthur’s expression was smug, condescending toward Marc in an attempt to rattle him.

“Why don’t you go find something to keep yourself busy, Harrow. I’m sure Khonshu wouldn’t want to think you were bothering me while I conduct his business.”

That struck a nerve, and Marc knew it would. Harrow had served Khonshu for many, many, years longer than Marc had. Hundreds longer to be more precise. Arthur was an arguably better servant as well. He would kill without question, spending no time on nuance and weighing the gray area brought on by guilt. Harrow would kill if he simply felt that someone was deserving. Marc didn’t like to fight that way, it felt wrong, and morally corrupt at its core. Marc would only kill if he thought it was a just punishment.

Despite Harrow being Khonshu’s loyal and unquestioning knight, always doing their master’s bidding without question, Marc was the one Khonshu favored most. Neither of them understood it, and both of them wished it were Harrow in that position rather than Marc. He never wanted to be Khonshu’s right hand, and when he was turned he didn’t know that’s what he was signing up for. Khonshu was good at keeping information from his servants. In fact, that’s how he managed to recruit so many. If he’d been upfront with them all, no one would have joined him.

“Khonshu is preoccupied at the moment, I’m sure–”

“Ooh,” Marc taunted, “then it would be really awkward if I had to go knocking on his door to tell him that you were being a pain in my ass, wouldn’t it?” Marc looked at Harrow, both eyebrows raised in anticipation for the rebuttal that never came.

Once Harrow left, frustrated and grumbling to himself, Marc tried to find other ways to occupy his mind, and to get his thoughts off of you. He spoke with the servants, making small talk about the weather, as though he gave a shit about whether it was raining or the skies were painted in blue. He just needed to take his mind off of you, because the more he thought about you, the more he felt his body aching with hunger.

There were so few rules that Marc needed to abide by that he’d be labeled a moron if he couldn’t manage to follow them. He could come and go as he pleased, so long as he did the work Khonshu required of him. Marc wasn’t allowed to turn someone, unless of course his master bid him to do so. And there was one rule, a big one that was upheld above all else…

Touching Khonshu’s cattle was absolutely forbidden.

That was how Marc got there, replacing the last Moon Knight that was dumb enough to try and pull one over on Khonshu. When his master claimed someone, by auction, coercion or otherwise, they were his. Marc had heard that Khonshu was kind to his servants, only taking what he needed, never drinking more than his fill. If one of his designated meals were tired or still recovering from a feeding, he would allow them time to rest before he used them again.

Marc also knew that they ate well. He saw the meals sometimes in passing being brought by the cooks to the rooms of the cattle. That’s how Marc learned that you liked strawberries, especially the large ripe ones. He would see the way the cooks made a point to pick through the smaller sour ones and toss them aside before bringing them to your door.

Were you spoiled, or did you figure that if you were going to be stuck there for the rest of your life, that you might as well enjoy yourself? Either way, a week after your arrival, Marc still wasn’t used to your scent, and it called to him both day and night. It was faint, unless he was in the same room as you, but he couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to figure out why you smelled like that, even if it killed him.

Marc didn’t need the enchanted armor Khonshu had blessed him with to climb the wall outside to your bedroom, his jeans and dark t-shirt would do just fine. The armor only afforded him protection at will, and the crescent darts he used to deliver Khonshu’s justice. As a vampire, there was no mountain too high for Marc to climb, and no distance too far for him to run. His strength couldn’t be surpassed by even ten men, but everything came with a price.

He needed blood to live.

Without that iron flavored liquid, Marc would die. Not much could kill him, but the thirst for blood certainly would if he didn’t satisfy it. And the smell of yours was making him fucking feral.

Marc didn’t know what he was thinking, standing there in your room, watching you while you slept soundly. He had all he could to stop himself from draining your body of every drop of your blood in front of Khonshu, so what was stopping him now? Your master wasn’t around to save you, but Marc knew he could never forgive himself if he hurt you.

He knelt down by your bedside, touching your warm cheek softly with the backs of his fingers. Your breathtaking eyes fluttered open, meeting his in a gaze with a look that was as frightened as it was confused. He put a finger to his lips, shushing you, hoping like hell that you wouldn’t alert the household to his presence in your quarters; something that would surely land him in the thirst room for a minimum of half a century.

You nodded as you slowly sat up, rubbing your eyes and pulling away from Marc. It was a smart decision, he had no noble reason for being there. He just wanted to smell you. He wanted to feel you. You were doing well in your attempt to hide your fear, though he could tell you were petrified. Your breathing was ragged, and your pupils blown wide.

“Why do you smell like that?” He said in a low growl, leaning forward on your bed, nuzzling your neck and inhaling deeply, “so fuckin’ sweet I…fuck.”

“W-what are you do–”

“Shh, I’m not going to hurt you, I just…” he inhaled again, breath ragged and harsh in your ear. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He repeated, not sure who he was trying to convince more, you…or himself.

“O-okay,” you said in the softest, and shakiest, voice he’d ever heard.

Marc really wasn’t going to harm you, though it took every ounce of his strength not to. He wanted to devour you, drink you dry, absorb your warmth into every cell of his cold body. He leaned in more, pushing you back against the mattress, feeling every neuron in his brain firing with desire. He felt your hands, pushing gently against his chest in protest, but you clearly weren’t brave enough to try and fight back.

Marc felt his cock aching as it sprung to life against his jeans. Your legs were around him, though he could feel your knees digging into his waist in an attempt to close them. The heat from your cunt was maddening, radiating off of you through his clothing and making his dick leak profusely.

“Why the fuck do you smell like that?” He asked again, throat vibrating with a primal rumble. He breathed in your fragrant aroma some more, feeling his fangs extending in preparation to bite. “Never smelled someone so…hmmmm.”

“L-like…like w-what?”

That’s when he realized just how much you were shaking. As if he were awoken from a trance, Marc shook the delirium from his mind and slid off of you quickly, backing up to the wall, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. He gulped, looking you up and down. You looked terrified, eyes wide with fear. Your bottom lip was trembling while you sat up and stared widely at him, like prey coming face to face with a predator. 

“I’m sorry,” Marc said, still panting heavily. He didn’t remember the last time he’d felt so breathless.

“You’re M-Marc, right?” You asked, looking him up and down, “I’m…” your name rolled off your tongue beautifully.

Cattle didn’t have names. Once someone was branded as livestock, a human whose job was to provide blood to their master, they were stripped of their previous life, including their name. Marc had been to other households. Some masters replaced their servant’s old names with new ones. Others had a numeric system, the numbers getting higher and higher the longer a vampire had been alive and using servants.

Khonshu preferred to keep his nameless. It made it less personal when it was time to dispose of old or sickly livestock, or when he got too carried away while feeding, leading to the unfortunate demise of a perfectly good food source. Marc knew you were privy to the rules. You knew damn well that you weren’t supposed to ever utter your birth name, and yet you were speaking it freely to him.

You trusted him.

“Look…I was never here, alright?” Marc swallowed hard, looking out at the moonlit sky. “I…I didn’t mean to scare you, I just…I couldn’t help myself. I’m so sorry.”

Without another word, and without looking at you again, Marc climbed through the window and dropped back to the ground, moving quickly around the side of the manor and back to where his quarters were. The pain of his cock pressing against his zipper ached like never before. He could still fucking smell you, and now your scent was on his damn clothes. It was a mistake going there, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t glad he did.

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He got into bed that night, stripped down fully, planting his feet firmly against his mattress, cock in hand and jerking himself off to the thoughts running through his mind. He balled up his shirt, holding it against his face and smelling your aroma still saturated in every fiber. His grip was firm around his girth, gliding over his length at a slow pace, imagining what it would be like to feel you on top of him.

Marc ran his thumb over the precum leaking out of the slit on his fat tip, using that to keep his palm slick while he worked. A pathetic whine left his lips, throat closing as he gripped the sheets and arched his back upward. You’d take him so well, he could tell just by the way you looked underneath him earlier. You’d cry and whimper but you’d love every second, begging him to fuck you until you couldn’t walk right.

He rolled over onto his stomach, pressing his cock between his abdomen and the mattress, grabbing the sides of the bed and rutting his hips forward. The grind along the smooth sheets was enough to electrify his entire body. Marc choked on the groan that threatened to leave his lips. He put the shirt on his pillow, burying his face in it, fucking the bed faster. If you had been under him, he would’ve broken you in half…or shredded you to pieces.

He bit into the shirt, growling lowly and continuing to roll his erection over the soft mattress  in an attempt to curb the growing need to have you. Your voice was so small, so sweet, so pretty. Fuck, fuck… The way you looked at him, afraid, timid, like he was going to hurt you. He wished he could say with confidence that he would never hurt you, like he had promised you earlier in your room, but he knew that was a white lie. He would always try never to hurt you.

He shuddered on his next snap forward, the friction becoming more slick as his leaking head left a mess in its wake. His grip on the sides of the mattress was tight enough to make his knuckles ache, aiding in his speed. He didn’t even care that the bed scraped against the floor with a loud shriek on every pass. He kept his nose deep in the fabric of his shirt, inhaling deeply, intoxicated with your smell combined with his. It smelled right, like your fragrances belonged together.

You belonged with him.

“Why does she…why does she smell so…so-fucking-good-ohgodohgodohgod…!”

Marc’s hips finally came to a stammering halt, warm sticky ropes of cum shooting out from his throbbing cock, making a mess of his bedding that he knew the servants would mumble about amongst each other when they thought he wasn’t listening. He huffed through his nose, hips still sliding his dick over the glob of slippery white that he created while thinking of you. 

He wasn’t a fool, but Marc hoped desperately that masturbating his nights away would be enough to satisfy his needs. Deep down though, he knew that was bullshit, and he knew that as long as you were around, his life was at risk.

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Which Moon Boy Gets the most worried, the fastest, if you're not home on time?

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Based on this ask by @xbellaxcarolinax I NEED to know your thoughts on 3! Which one of them gets the most worried?? I feel like it's Marc, but I dunno!

Content: It went straight to angst, sorry babes

Word count: 567

Steven the sweetest boy starts to have doubts if you don't come home. Before Marc, he begins to wonder if you're...real.

How could someone so wonderful really be his? Maybe he conjured you. He can't tell his waking life from his dreams.

After Marc, he gains understanding and surety in his life. When you don't arrive home on time, he always starts calmly with a text. "You alright, love?"

If he doesn't hear from you, he will try to talk himself down. After all, he's been a mess all this time - surely, he must have missed something you said?

He calls you, but if you don't answer, he does NOT trust voice mail anymore.

Steven is reasonable. He will contact a few friends and your work. If he gets overly worried, one of his alters will likely take over.

When you arrive home, he's attentive, affectionate, grateful. He wants to touch and feel you - his real life love.

Marc feels a spike of cold fear right through the center of him.

When you're late, he punishes himself. He has to be the reason you don't want to come home.

Everyone leaves. Everyone. If he doesn't leave them first.

By the time you're significantly late, he's filled with so much self-loathing, having convinced himself you won't be coming back.

He sees your picture hanging on the fridge. One of the few printed images of you together. The light in your eyes soothes his soul. Suddenly he's afraid of that light in you going out.

His focus shifts to you instead of himself.

Marc knows and understands the world. He knows how to hide, and every reason a person would want to. He can find you.

He's told himself every terrible thing he believes about himself and planned an entire rescue mission by the time you walk in the door. (It only takes him 20 minutes to plan it)

His concern will come out as anger. You'll try to explain - he won't be mean to you, it will be directed inward. This can explode into passion or do a 180 and put some distance between you.

"I can't lose you," he finally admits, in a defeated whisper.

If it’s your mistake, you will spend some time apologizing and reassuring him. It will get physical. In the best way.

If someone has hurt you, well…

Jake is independent. He respects that you are too. He can take care of himself - you can take care of yourself. He trusts you. He gives you time to be late, to need space, to explain.

If he gets too worried, he will find you, pretty quickly. He has all the same skills as Marc but hasn't used them as often - not in the same ways. He usually steps in when Marc is at his maximum.

It's simple with Jake. He'll let you know he's waiting for you and wants to hear from you. If you're stuck at work, he's waiting outside with his car to give you a ride and glare at your boss.

If your phone is dead, you'll have an extra charger bought for you the next day.

If someone else is the reason you're late, he'll have a very short conversation with them and it won't happen again.

If someone has hurt you, they will have breathed their last.

So the answer is.... ??

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True Warriors Rarely Go Quietly⎮Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader], Preview

synopsis: When you find the other person who was hurt by your ex-boyfriend’s cheating, you create an unlikely alliance. 

pairing: Modern Ivar x F!Reader

content warnings: Mentions of cheating and heartbreak, strong language / adult themes, sexual content, Ivar being a dick... 

author’s note: I know. Don’t say anything, I’m writing something new. Divider is by @firefly-graphics​

When the ringing finally halts, you hear a voice, silky and low, speak: “Hello?” 

“Is this Ivar?” You meekly ask.

“Not if I owe you money,” He snaps back.

“You don’t. But, uh—you’re with Freydis?” You say before here’s a silence. “Wait, don’t hang up! She cheated on you with my boyfriend.” You add quickly. “I want your help to get revenge,” And you swallow thickly while silence overtakes the line.

“I’m listening,” Ivar finally hums.

“Oh, um, that’s really all I have so far,” You confess. “I didn’t know if you’d agree to it,”

“You called because you wanted my help getting revenge?” Ivar clarifies. 

“I thought you might have an idea,” You sigh. “I was told to just...move on,”

“And where’s the fun in that?” Ivar snorts. “I…might have an idea,”

“….A legal one?”

“No,” Ivar deadpans. “Actually...” Ivar starts after another pause. “Freydis always did talk about how she wished she looked,” You hear him say. 

“Alright?” You reply before another pause.

“And you…fit that image,” Ivar then adds. “Oh, you fit that image well,”

“How the hell do you know what I look like?” You say suddenly.

“Well, you’re Y/N Y/L/N, you’re from the same city I’m from and you work at—” 

“Are you on my Facebook page?” You nearly shriek.

“Modern problems require modern solutions, sweetheart,” Ivar hums.

“Those pictures are terrible,” You mumble.

“I don’t think so,” Ivar says, kicking himself as soon as the sentence leaves his lips.

“Do you have an idea?” You ask again.

“Oh, I do,”

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full masterlist can be found here.

[m4zapan]

masterlist 3 for fics i have not made but enjoy with my heart. (in progress)

masterlist 1

masterlist 2

fandoms included:

jujutsu kaisen

attack on titan

boku no hero academia

spiderverse

atwow

cod

disclaimer: this masterlist is for fanfiction that i’ve read and not written, i just want to keep them organized for when i want to go back to them. all links in the masterlists lead to original artist’s post.

disclaimer 2: if not all, most of the fics listed below are character-x-reader or ship-x-reader. if you don’t like this, this masterlist is not for you.

disclaimer 3: please let me know if any of the links aren’t working, even tho these mlists are mostly for myself.

disclaimer 4: most of the posts here are fem!reader or gn!reader x character but i’m trying to find good fics for male!reader x character for certain of them. i’ll be putting a certain emojis for them since they are minority.

disclaimer 5: all fics have gender or pronouns listed, some are afab but no pronouns.

disclaimer 6: i don’t take requests for characters not listed, sorry😭

disclaimer 7: i’m tagging all authors in comments:)

❤️‍🔥-personal favorites

🍋- smut

🍓- fluff

🫒- angst

🥝- suggestive

fandoms

jujutsu kaisen

nanami kento

house husband nanami 🍓 by curlyheadaphrodite (mention of using heels but can be read as any gender)

❤️‍🔥 proposal hc 🍓 by peachsayshi (can be read as any gender)

driving instructor!nanami 🍋 by lemmetreatya (afab!reader)

moving into your first apartment with nanami 🍓🍋 by kentosbabes (she/her)

all the time in the world 🫒🍓 by gojonanami (she/her)

choso kamo

biting kink 🍋 by n-agiz (can be read as any gender)

sub!choso 🍋 by sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast (she/her)

full masterlists

❤️‍🔥 masterlist @kentosbabes

attack on titan

reiner braun

nfl player reiner 🍋 by blkcupid (she/her)

nasty (connie, porco, onyankapon, eren, zeke, jean, levi, armin and reiner) 🍋 by apollostears (she/her)

levi ackerman

after the war 🫒🍓 by whattheheckmidoriya (can be read as any gender)

full masterlists

❤️‍🔥 masterlist @kentosbabes

boku no hero academia

katsuki bakugo

my little wife 🍋 by atsushiskitten (she/her)

bakugo’s tiktok 🍓 by tteokdoroki (can be read as any gender)

bakugo when you get your nails done 🍓 by bkgml (she/her)

in the margins 🍓 by call-me-ko (she/her)

showering (no title) 🍓🥝 by katsukikitten (can be read as any gender)

❤️‍🔥 fuck buddies (no title) 🍋 by katsukikitten (afab!reader)

skirt 🥝🍋 by crybaby-bkg (can be read as any gender)

masterlists

masterlist @katsukikitten

spiderverse

miguel o’hara

❤️‍🔥 calentón 🍋 by zstrn (she/her) [literally a masterpiece, so good and spanish (being my first language) is spot on. love it]

love bites 🍋 by amhrosina (she/her)

sentimiento 🫒🍓 by knxv1lie (she/her) [spanish is SO good]

assistant | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 🥝 by devilfic (can be read as any gender)

❤️‍🔥 el trato | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8 | final 🥝🍋 by messylustt (she/her)

snow spider 🍓 by ichorai (can be read as any gender)

❤️‍🔥 what’s in between | pt. 2 🍓 by ghost-with-a-teacup (she/her)

“te amo” 🫒 by kirbyskisses (she/her) [this is mostly fluff but given the plot, it was very intense for me, in an angsty way]

jealousy 🍓 by cosmosis (she/her)

annoying 🫒 by sillyblues (gn!reader)

you’re the sunflower | pt. 2 🫒🍓 by fxllfaiiry (she/her)

you? | enough for you | jealousy 🫒 by mcu-coworkers (can be read as any gender)

being miguel’s canon love interest | pt. 2 🫒 by hannya-comehome (gn!reader)

fwb 🍋 by moralesluvr (she/her)

college!au 🍋 by xbellaxcarolinax (afab!reader, can be read as any gender)

weed killer | pt. 2 | pt. 3 🍓🫒 by brotherblaze (gn!reader) [part 2 and 3 are on aot]

the other woman | final 🫒 by voidhope (she/her)

❤️‍🔥 open up 🍋 by xbellaxcarolinax (she/her)

❤️‍🔥 let me help you 🍋 by roguelov (afab!reader)

nightmare 🍋 by messylustt (afab!reader)

strawberry sweet 🍋 by clandestineloki (she/her)

❤️‍🔥 overstim with miguel 🍋 by beautysamour (she/her)

miguel smut 🍋 by coffeeandbookskeepmealive

❤️‍🔥 play with me | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 🍋 by miguelhugger2099 (she/her)

❤️‍🔥 i wish i was your girl 🍋 by angelsleepinggurl (she/her)

hobie brown

choker 🍋 by urdinosaurs (afab!reader)

arabella 🍓🥝 by firewalkzwit (she/her)

polaroids 🥝🍋 by cultrise

no title 🍋 by gobies-gf (she/her)

atwow

neteyam

h. e. r. 🍓 by livelaughloveloak (she/her)

being neteyam’s mate would include 🍓🥝 by witchthewriter (gn!reader)

cod

könig

hatred sex 🍋 by sweetiecutie (she/her)

ghost

got me snoring 🍋 by velvetures (she/her)

[xbellaxcarolinax]

Masterlist 🤘🏽

Banner by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie​

Vikings ⚔

Ivar the Boneless

Forging A Heart  (Ivar x OFC) A Grecian girl is taken from her home in the Mediterranean during a raid in a Christian monastery. She is thrown into dangerous waters after she is gifted to Ivar, who believes she is nothing good but a pretty distraction, until he learns of her true talents, using her to his advantage for his growing army against the Christians of England, and the usurper, Lagertha.

Heartbreaker (Modern Ivar x Reader) Ivar warned her not to fall in love with him. Oh hiatus.

Naranja (Ivar x Reader) The discovery of a certain fruit leads to another discovery that Ivar wasn’t prepared for.

Family Business (Modern Ivar x Saxon Mob!Reader) Even the son of a mobster has his weaknesses.

Nothing But A Scratch (Ivar x Rus Princess!Reader) Ivar is wounded during battle.

Unnatural Force (Ivar x Frankish Princess!Reader) Part 1, Part 2 When Rollo’s nephews visit his duchy in Normandy, you, a Frankish princess, are immediately smitten with King Ivar. Feelings are mutual but duty must come before self-interest. Ivar has other Ideas.

Alfred 

Simple Pleasures (Alfred x Saxon Princess!Reader) In which Alfred feels he can‘t live up to the greatness expected of him. Maybe his immature bride can change that.

Hvitserk 

Knew Him Well (Hvitserk x Goddess!Reader) As a goddess, you knew everything about him.

Moon Knight 🌙

Steven Grant

Ravenous (Steven Grant x Avatar f!Reader) Steven finds himself attracted to your chaos when you stumbled into his life (and Marc's) as Sekhmet's avatar.

A Messy Escapade (Steven Grant x f!Reader) Steven wasn't usually like this. He's ever the patient man, rarely demanding and rarely so...needy. But something about tonight had been different. NSFW.

Flustered (Steven Grant x f!Reader) Libraries aren't only good for borrowing books. NSFW.

​Marc Spector

Need You (Marc Spector x f!reader) In the middle of the night, when Marc comes home, is when he needs you the most. NSFW.

The Orphan And The Mercenary (Marc Spector x Avatar f!reader) - Part of the Ravenous Universe

Miscellaneous Characters

Miguel O’Hara 🕷️

Cállate (Miguel O’Hara x f!reader) Miguel thinks you talk too much. NSFW

Scent (Miguel O’Hara x f!reader) It was an intoxicating scent. And he knew it was yours. (In which Miguel goes feral when you ovulate) NSFW

It’s Always Been You (Miguel O’Hara x f!reader) Jealous? Jealous? No, absolutely not. (Or the one where Miguel can’t admit he’s jealous) NSFW

Futile Devices (Miguel O'Hara x civilian f!reader) The deal was explicitly no strings attached. You were finding it harder to keep up your end of the bargain. NSFW

Hungry (Miguel O’Hara x f!reader) Miguel has a lactation kink. NSFW

Earth 703 (Miguel O’Hara x f!reader) You should’ve known better. You thought you did. Hadn’t you learned from the first time it happened to Miguel? (Sex pollen. Except it's you this time.) NSFW

Drabbles

T-shirt (Steven Grant)

Blueberry Muffins (Steven Grant)

Quiet (Din Djarin) NSFW

Much Better (Steven Grant) NSFW

Virgin (Miguel O’Hara) NSFW

Mirror (Miguel O’Hara) NSFW

Promise (Miguel O'Hara) NSFW

Video (Miguel O'Hara) NSFW

Hate You (Miguel O’Hara) NSFW

Sex Pollen (Miguel O'Hara) NSFW

Sick (Miguel O'Hara)

First Time (Miguel O'Hara) NSFW

Green Bra (Miguel O'Hara) NSFW

Sugar Daddy 1, 2, 3 (Miguel O’Hara) NSFW  

Shower Sex/ First time (Miguel O’Hara) NSFW

Challenges/ Celebrations

Caro's 2k (Closed)

[youbloodymadgenius]

Which modern!Ivar au would you recommend? Which is your fav stories?

Hello nonnie!

Let's be honest, Modern!Ivar is my guilty pleasure/favorite snack/weakness 😍 Therefore, the list could be endless. But I will try to be succint.

My two favorites of all time are:

Emboîté, by @inforapound

Two Strangers, by @oddsnendsfanfics

These two definitely are old but gold. I have read them countless times.

I can't be talking about Modern! Ivar without mentioning @peaceisadirtyword, right? Click here for her masterlist.

More recently, I fell in love with @istorkyou's Modern!Ivar. Here is her masterlist.

Finally, a special mention should be made to @geekandbooknerd, @xbellaxcarolinax, @punkrocknpearls, @mrsalwayswrite and @zuxiezendler. They all write Modern!Ivar in the most beautiful way.

I know I'm forgetting people, so don't be shy, add your own recommendations/preferences.

Thanks for asking, nonnie 💖

[pomegranates-and-blood]

Hríð (Vοσταλγία Winter Blurb)

νοσταλγία Masterlist

Hríð: storm, especially a snowstorm (Old Norse)

Pairing: Ivar/Reader

Summary: Winter Blurb #1. The first big snowstorm in Kattegat.

Word Count: 926

Warnings: nope, just fluff and my writing lol

A/N: Alternate title: Ivar melts when his wife is happy, that’s about it.

“I’d never seen so much sn-…oh!” You stumble forward when the sure step you took turned out to be a lie since there’s at least a foot of snow on the ground, but after a moment of hesitation you still walk forward.

Ivar watches you carefully, keeping a few feet behind you on the wooden floor where his crutch will keep him upright and his legs won’t be harder to move under heavy snow. He watches as you still walk forward, steps wobbly as you try making your way through the snow.

Slowly, almost as if you don’t realize it, as if you don’t allow it, a smile curves at your lips, eyes big with awe at something as simple as snowfall.

Starkly warm against the deserted landscape of nothing but white snow, Ivar loses whatever was left of his mind when you turn to him, eyes big and shining with excitement, and smile wide and carefree.

It is often that he thinks of you and thinks of spring, he won’t deny it. In between the countless plants and flowers you’ve slowly but stubbornly found a place for in your bedroom, and the tales and memories you share of your homeland of fields of flowers and warm summers; he finds himself looking at you and finding that in your own way you keep the spring of your homeland with you.

Kept with you through the lavender and flax flowers you braid into your hair on the slow days; through the way you breeze your way through conversations with him in Greek; through the way you remain, in your own way, unbearably warm, unbearably soft.

So it is no surprise to him that even now, surrounded by nothing but snow that covers it all -the ground, the distant buildings, the trees- you are somehow able to bring life to it all, to make even this desolate landscape look warm, inviting, familiar.

He notices too late that you’ve said something, asked something, while he was a little lost -not that he’d ever admit it- in all the times before this one that he has found you inadvertently made everything look unbearably alive even while surrounded by iron and death.

Bringing himself back to the question you asked, he takes a small step forward, already feeling the cold seeping into his bones.

“Hm?”

“Are all winters like this here?”

No, no winter was ever like this one.

But he doesn’t voice that, instead leaning against a pillar and shrugging the shoulder of the arm not holding the crutch.

“Snowstorms are common, yes.”

You accept his words with a nod, lifting one delicate hand to catch a few snowflakes on the back of your hand, seemingly enthralled by the way they melt against your skin.

After a while, though Ivar couldn’t for the life of him say how much time passes, noticing the wind becomes a tad more biting and yet you remain out in the open, he calls your name.

He frowns, “Aren’t you cold?”

Your smile is blinding as you turn to face him. Loud enough that he can hear you, you reply, nodding your head, “I am! I hate this!

Still you laugh, head tilted to the skies that let the snowflakes fall all around you.

He can’t help but think that your laugh sounds a little mad, and for some reason his mind ties it to the morning where you found out about Sparta was free from the Christian God.

You have told him in the time that has passed that it was the first time you felt you could step away from Greece, to know that without you they could still fight and overcome.

Maybe freedom leaves you a tad mad, maybe that is why for so long so many -even yourself- didn’t allow you such freedom. He can’t say that he minds, if this bubbling happiness is what freedom draws from you, if this warm joy is what madness sparks in you.

He can stand the cold that is already making his legs ache if that means you keep that blinding smile that makes him think of spring, he can accept the uncertainty of having to let you be free if that means you keep looking at him like that.

Meeting his gaze across the small distance that separates you, smile still wide you confess, “I am freezing!”

Ivar cannot hold the laugh that grows somewhere warm in his chest and makes it past his lips before he can stop it. Shaking his head, he extends a hand between you,

“Get back here then, you mad woman.”

“You are one to speak,” You fire back, petulant even if you do as he tells you and walk back to him, hand stretched long before you make it back to the porch of the longhouse so your cold fingers brush against his before you press your body against his. Burrowing close, you mumble your next words against his chest, “Can we go back to bed?”

“It’s the middle of the day.”

“Ivar,” You complain, drawling out the letters of his name, the accent that he hopes you never lose a little stronger as you do so. “I’m cold.”

Wrapping his free arm around you, he has to bite back words about how you don’t feel cold at all. Even now, with your trembling form in his arms and your freezing fingers reaching for his neck in retaliation when he takes too long in letting you both move back inside, all he can think of is warmth.

____ ____ ____

Hope you liked it! Thank you for requesting this!

Taglist: @youbloodymadgenius @heavenly1927 @toe-vind-ek-jou @xbellaxcarolinax @angelofthorr @samsationalwilson @peachyboneless @1950schick @punkrocknpearls @ietss @itsmysticalmystery @revolution-starter @the-a-word-2214 @fae-sedai @crazybunnyladysworld   @funmadnessandbadassvikings @stupiddarkkside @aprilivar @msrawog

[doctorwhoandfairytaillover]

Ivar x Latina Masterlist

This is a series of one - shots of Ivar as he falls in love and eventually builds a life with his Latina girlfriend. Requests and ideas for more are always welcome since I became fond of them. 

                                   --------------------------

Me Gustas (Ivar x Latina Reader)

 - Ivar has his first taste of Latin cuisine and possibly likes the girl that shared it with him 

El De Ojos Azules (Ivar x Latina Reader) 

 - Invited to celebrate the holidays with his girlfriends large family, Ivar and his brothers are quickly brought into the mix

Mi Vida (Ivar x Latina Reader) 

 - Things are just a little bit better when you get to do them with someone that loves you

Chismoso (Ivar x Latina Reader) 

- Ivar learns a new word from his wife and is more conscious that he might like gossip  

Mi Cielo (Ivar x Latina Reader) 

- Time has flown by and now Ivar has one more girl that he holds dear in his heart.

Tag List: 

@pinkrockstar19​, @thenightperson​, @xbellaxcarolinax​, @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie​

[we-are-only-halfway-home93]

Masterlist

I’ve been thinking about posting a masterlist for awhile now but didn’t feel like I had enough written work to do so. @xbellaxcarolinax encouraged me to make one so here I am. Posting a masterlist. Again, there’s not a whole lot here at the moment but, at some point, I hope to have more. At least now there’s a single place you can go to find all my stories.  

Vikings Fics

Come and Lay the Roses [Ivar x OC]- Complete

Prologue

Chapter 1: Am I Loud and Clear?

Chapter 2: The Price of Your Greed

Chapter 3: Where Do We Begin?

Chapter 4: Alone With All That’s On My Mind

Chapter 5: Sell My Soul

Chapter 6: My Tongue Is A Weapon

Chapter 7: Take A Good Think and Fuck It All Up

Chapter 8: Anyone Who’s Ever Been Lonely

Chapter 9: Comfort When It’s Cold

Chapter 10: Isn’t It Lovely, All Alone?

Chapter 11: Your Smile, As Rare As It Comes

Chapter 12: If I Had A Voice

Chapter 13: Love So Fragile

Chapter 14: The Thought of You

Chapter 15: Never Fallen From This High

Chapter 16: Need You Like I Do

Chapter 17: Bring Me Flowers

Chapter 18: Every Heart Is Built To Bend And Break

Chapter 19: The Taste That Your Lips Allow

Chapter 20: It’s Like The Sun Came Out

Chapter 21: Sweet Lips On My Lips

Chapter 22: Before I Lose Faith

Chapter 23: Make The Whole World Wait

Chapter 24: Widow’s Walk

Chapter 25: Shadow Of The Evening Sun

Chapter 26: Under Those Same Stars

Chapter 27: Somebody You Can Blame

Chapter 28: Stars Are the Only Things We Share

Chapter 29: No Room For Innocence

Chapter 30: Heavy Choice to Make

Chapter 31: It’s Thunder and It’s Lightning

Chapter 32: Tell Me, I’m Your Baby

Chapter 33: Blood On My Hands

Chapter 34: Lots to Answer For

Chapter 35: Armies Couldn't Keep Me Out

Chapter 36: Angel of Mercy

Stranger Things Fics

Beautiful Trauma [Billy x OC]- WIP

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chrissy the Vampire Slayer [Eddie x Chrissy]- Series

Beauty and the Beast

Outer Banks Fics

Wild Salt Air [JJ x OC]- WIP

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

[jadelynlace]

Ink Drinker Travel HC's ⎮Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader]

find more of the series here!

author's note: I got ambitious with this, while my Ink Ivar and I were on vacation, and now that we're back, inspiration has since...simmered down. (To say the least). Also, I really hate this new Tumblr update? I'm sure I'll come up with more, and add them as I see fit, but here is the beginning:

For Aslaug’s birthday, I think the whole family would take a trip to Norway (or maybe a place in Scandinavia of her choosing; Copenhagen is really lovely right now).

Ivar totally gets a kick out of translating things for you, and for some reason they all seem to say “Give your husband a kiss.”

Floki smacks Ivar on the back of the head one too many times after catching him taking photos of your ass. (And he hits him espeically hard when Ivar is caught red handed taking yet another photo—with his Canon—of your ass walking up museum steps.)

I do think you visit one of Ivar’s childhood friends (maybe their mother is an old friend of Aslaug’s, or Floki’s) and Ivar is beyond grateful that you two hit it off.

You both get tattoos to commemorate the trip; Ivar nearly gets hard putting lotion on your healing ink.

Little cafe dates; him drawing, you reading and stealing glances at one another.

This is one of the first few vacations where you're together with the whole crew, and you two can be out with your relationship. And Ivar can kiss you as much as he wants. (Or have you threaten his brothers.)

Walks in the park. Walks in the park. Walks in the park.

Watching Ivar heal his inner child with Floki's boys, and Ubbe's boys. Only to watch him and Hvitserk act like they've never owned brain cells in their lives.

Biking through the city together; or him biking and you riding in the front box.

Getting dressed up, going out on the town.

Sitting and sipping wine with Aslaug as you two watch the brothers (and Floki) play foot ball. And inevitably try to hurt one another.

Tags:

@smileysam13579  @dreamtherapy @angelofthenightposts @unbetaedimagines  @readsalot73 @queen-sarang   @anastasiaskarsgard @andmyannabellee  @peachyboneless @heavenly1927 @prettyinpayne @quantumlocked310 @xbellaxcarolinax x @mighty-ragnarssons @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom @queen-of-upshur @nanahachikyuu @fandomlifeandeverythingelse @fatedwithmbc @hashimily @youbloodymadgenius s @love-all-things-writing @theanxietyqueen17 @trip2themoon @tgrrose @synnersaint @kataphine @prepare4trouble @abbiii72 @not-another-viking-fanfic-blog @93xdiagonxalley @ivarisms @nordicshieldmadien @ironynoticony  @ivarsgard @cosmicmerbabe @smears-and-spots @kaybee87 @t4medicroe @noway4u @southernbe @anakindoesntlikesand @mymindfuckery @noonespecial90 @hypocrtic-trash-baby

*please message me to let me know if you would like to be added or removed from my tag list. specifications for series/etc. are also welcomed, as well as feedback.*

full masterlist can be found here.

[melodygatesauthor]

The Dark Side of the Moon - Chapter 10: A Beaten Stone

Vampire Marc Spector X f!Reader

Beta Read by @xbellaxcarolinax - Masterlist - AO3

Chapter Summary

The trip back to Khonshu's mansion is painfully long. You learn more about who you are, and why Marc couldn't turn you.

Tags/Warnings (for entire fic)

Major Tags/Warnings Major Character Death - Non-con - Dub-con - Violence Minor Tags/WarningsNSFW, smut, Khonshu is human turned vampire, Ammit is human turned vampire, sex with characters other than the main pairing (Marc X f!Unnamed Character - Khonshu X f!Reader), p in v creampie, furniture grinding, scent kink, blood kink, vampire/human relationship, blood drinking, rough sex, oral sex, coming untouched, coming in pants, panty sniffing, angst, fluff, smut, forbidden relationship, secret relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, Marc does NOT have DID Dead Dove Do Not Eat - This means that what you see in the tags is what you get in the fic. If you read the tags and see "non-con" and then see non-con in the fic, don't be surprised!

Word Count: 2.2k

It was a long trip back to the mansion.

The return journey took no more time than the trip there, but it felt longer. Marc had been bound in enchanted chains, not unlike the ones Khonshu made you wear back at his home. You recalled seeing him getting into the back of one of the vans just before you were shoved haphazardly into Khonshu’s black luxury sedan.

You’d been blindfolded for the duration of the trip, but now with only an hour remaining – or so the driver reported to Khonshu – he removed the cloth over your eyes. You blinked, the light piercing your retina for a moment before you adjusted to the sight around you. There was a long coast visible through the trees. Waves crashed against stone, beating them down until they were nothing.

“I thought that you and I could talk, sweet one,” he said in a soft tone, one that you knew he used when trying to appeal to you.

You were all out of care for his facade. This, Khonshu, the mansion, his promises, you didn’t want any of it anymore. You’d rather die than remain under his command, especially now that the truth was unfurling.

—

“Please don’t hurt him! I won’t see him anymore! I promise! I’m sorry!” You’d yelled in your room in Ammit’s house, the same night Khonshu had caught you with Marc.

Khonshu had laughed at you, as though your emotional agony brought him nothing but pure bliss. If there was ever a moment you’d seen Khonshu for the monster he was, it was then. He tsked, walking over to you and sitting on the edge of your bed. His hand reached out to rub your calf, a soft gesture for a horrid creature.

“I’m sorry, little dove,” he’d whispered to you, “I know this hurts, but it’s for the best. I can’t have Marc interfering with my plans more than he already has.”

 When you asked him what ‘plans’ he spoke of, he dodged the question.

“I don’t want you to worry about him at all, okay? By the time he’s allowed out of the thirst room, you’ll be long gone and it won’t be your concern anymore.” 

You wondered if he genuinely thought that was supposed to comfort you, or if he just wanted to torment you further by telling you that you would never see Marc again.

—

You remained silent as the car drove along the winding road. You’d hoped your silence would provide a sufficient enough answer. You didn’t want to fucking talk to Khonshu if he was the only thing left on Earth with the ability to speak.

“Fine, then perhaps you care to listen?”

No.

A thousand times, you did not care to listen, but being trapped in a moving car with two vampires and no way to fight, you were left with no other choice.

“You should know that what I said was true, I did save Marc Spector,” he started. You kept your eyes trained at the window. “It was 1935, and he was at an archaeological dig site in Cairo. Did you know he used to be in the marines?”

You didn’t know that. There were a lot of things you didn’t know about Marc Spector, but you’d fallen for him regardless. His past wasn’t particularly important to you. At this point, you both were trapped in the same living hell, and all you had was each other to get through it.

“Well, after he was discharged, he started working for some mercenaries.”

You felt a hand snake around your waist and pull you back against Khonshu’s chest. His large hand rested casually over your stomach. The rise and fall of his chest against your back felt comforting, despite your desire to kill him the moment you figured out how. You relaxed, body going pliant against his while the car continued along the quiet road.

He continued, “When Marc refused to gun down some innocent archeologists, the other mercenaries turned on him, and he managed to drag himself into my temple.” Khonshu laughed, “I’d felt a disturbance at my statue, so I went there at once.”

“What were you searching for?” You asked quietly.

“That’s not important right now. What’s important is that I gave Marc a choice, and he chose this life,” Khonshu’s tone grew very serious. “He would have you think that I tricked him, but I did no such thing. I offered him life, and in exchange, he would serve me. He chose to live so I–”

“Enslaved him,” you interrupted, feeling your body shaking with frustration.

You could hear Khonshu sigh in aggravation, “I. Saved. Him.”

The car became silent for another beat, the two of you rocking in each other's arms every time the driver rolled over a bump in the asphalt. You didn’t know why he was telling you this story, and you didn’t quite care to listen any longer, but you still didn’t have a choice.

“My point is, that as much as you both seem to think that I am hurting you, I encourage you to remember where you came from,” he hissed in your ear.

You cursed the tear that trickled down your cheek. “Why didn’t it work, Marc’s blood?” You asked through clenched teeth.

Khonshu laughed, “I was going to wait until a more opportune time to tell you, but Marc changed a lot of my plans with his…primal behavior.” His hand rubbed your stomach and you felt uneasy. “You, my little dove, are special. Though I’m sure you already know this. Your smell attracts vampires like a moth to a flame and your blood…well, imagine if vampires had a drug for performance enhancement.”

“Like a steroid?”

“Precisely. Your blood is not unlike a steroid for us. You’re able to heal rather quickly as well, have you noticed that?” He trailed a finger up your arm. “I’m sure when you were a child your bumps and bruises would mend faster than your peers, hm?”

You didn’t respond, though you knew his words to be true.

“There used to be several other humanoid species on Earth besides humans. Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, etcetera. Many of them have been eradicated at this point for too many reasons to list, but you, sweet one, your species was plucked from the Earth for being both too dangerous and too advantageous to my species.”

You moved to sit, and to your surprise, he didn’t insist on you staying cradled against him. You looked at him incredulously. If what he was saying was true, and based on the evidence, you didn’t see how it could be a lie.You really weren’t human.

“What am I then?” You asked, furrowing your brow.

“Relax, you’re more of a sub-species of human than a different species altogether.” He chuckled, looking out the window with his cold, dark eyes. “You’re what’s called a hunter.” Your mind was racing, but you didn’t know what to say. “It may shock you to know, but I don’t know who the first vampire was, nor do I know the origins of my kind, butthe other ancient ones and I saw to it that the hunters were removed from existence.”

The realization hit you right away. Your parents…

“My…”

“That’s right, dove,” Khonshu cooed, brushing a finger over your cheek. “I had my knights kill your parents, and anyone else you may have called kin.”

You didn’t feel emotional pain around the people you never knew, rather you felt pain for the girl who spent her life trying to understand why they would abandon her; why she was deemed so unworthy of their affections. You felt a simultaneous relief and ache that you couldn’t shake. It was comforting to know that they hadn’t discarded you carelessly, but Khonshu just told you that his knights had hunted down and killed your parents.

“Marc and Arthur?” You looked into his emotionless eyes.

“Who else?”

“You’re lying.”

“Think what you must for your mental comfort, sweet one, but I assure you, I sent my men on a private mission to kill the last two hunters alive around twenty-one years ago.”

The car was silent again, and you felt like your breath was stolen from your lungs. It was all too much at once, learning that you’re a human subspecies, your parents are deceased, and Marc may have been the one to do it. No doubt he would’ve remembered killing them though, right?

“I told them to kill you too, but you were already gone. It was when I heard that Ammit was searching for the little huntress that my interest was piqued.” Khonshu looked at his nails as though you were discussing the weather or the price of milk. “The blood of a hunter is…” He snatched your hand and pressed his nose against your wrist, inhaling deeply, “intoxicating, but simultaneously it’s invigorating. There’s nothing else like it in the entire world.”

With a gentle kiss on the inside of your wrist, he let go, snickering wickedly when you scowled at him.

“Why have you kept this from me? What benefit is there of keeping this a secret? If my smell is so potent then surely the others would know that you have a hunter with you.”

Khonshu’s large hand reached out and touched your stomach. He rubbed over the fabric of your dress, thumb caressing you affectionately. His lips parted and his breath trembled as if he were heady with arousal.

“It was always forbidden for blood hunters to exist in our world. Some thousand years ago they were spreading like wildfire, vampires and hunters fucking like rabbits, spitting out the little cretins left and right.” He smirked at you, his eyes twinkling with cruel mischief. “You wouldn’t believe how many people and children burned when we decided to kill them all.”

“We?” You asked, feeling a wave of terror wash over your skin, making your hairs stand out straight.

“Myself, Ammit, Osiris, Horus, Isis, the majority of your ‘gods’ are supernatural beings that have been around for, well, a long, long time.” He sighed. “The blood hunter genocide was a dark time, but it had to be done. Hunters were already dangerous on their own, well-trained supernatural killers that couldn’t be turned into lycan, vampire, or any other sort of unnatural creature. Your blood is immune to the diseases that plague us with our cursed lives.”

“That’s why Marc couldn’t make me like him…” you looked down at your palms, realizing what this meant.

“You’re missing my point here, my little dove,” he said to you in a patronizing tone you despised. “Blood hunters are the children born of a vampire and a hunter, and they’re dangerous because they cannot die as easily as man. They age remarkably slowly, and they can still lure in a vampire the same as you can, with your delicious scent.”

“Why are you telling me this,” you asked, despite already knowing the answer.

He chuckled, “I’m done with this impasse between myself and Ammit. I’m tired of living in this mansion tucked away at the edge of the world.”

As he said that, the place you called home, Khonshu’s mansion came into view over the hill in the distance.

“I was going to take you myself. Plant my seed so deep in your belly you couldn’t walk for weeks, but I wanted to give her the chance to submit before I create a creature as vile as a blood hunter…but it would seem Marc couldn’t contain himself for that long.”

You touched your stomach. You didn’t feel any different, though it had only been a few days, so you shouldn’t feel different. As if he could read your mind, Khonshu answered your burning questions.

“We have an incredible sense of smell, dove, and you have a scent that is designed to draw my kind in. When you’re pregnant that smell changes, and because your scent is so pungent already, even the slightest change is easy enough for us to sense.”

You felt your palms start to sweat, your heart rate rose and the car felt like it was getting smaller. Everything felt loud, the sound of the car rolling over the dirt road as the driver turned onto the final stretch of the journey, your breath coming out of your mouth, and the way Khonshu chuckled at your distress. You wanted to jump out of the vehicle, and for a moment you fantasized about it, opening the door and throwing yourself into one of the trees that you passed, but you couldn’t do that. You didn’t really want that.

“What are you going to do to Marc?” You asked, finally finding the ability to speak once more.

“My sweet girl,” he said just above a whisper, tipping your chin up so you were forced to look him in the eye. “Marc is going to stay in the thirst room until he withers away, and you’ll be dead long before that day comes, so don’t worry your little head.”

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The Dark Side of the Moon - Chapter 9: Betrayed

Vampire Marc Spector X f!Reader

Beta Read by @xbellaxcarolinax - Masterlist - AO3

A/N: I've finished writing this series! I'll be posting the final 3 chapters every Sunday for the next 3 weeks!

Chapter Summary

You and Marc are running out of time. You need to come up with a plan...and fast.

Tags/Warnings (for entire fic)

Major Tags/Warnings Major Character Death - Non-con - Dub-con - Violence Minor Tags/Warnings NSFW, smut, Khonshu is human turned vampire, Ammit is human turned vampire, sex with characters other than the main pairing (Marc X f!Unnamed Character - Khonshu X f!Reader), p in v creampie, furniture grinding, scent kink, blood kink, vampire/human relationship, blood drinking, rough sex, oral sex, coming untouched, coming in pants, panty sniffing, angst, fluff, smut, forbidden relationship, secret relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, Marc does NOT have DID Dead Dove Do Not Eat - This means that what you see in the tags is what you get in the fic. If you read the tags and see "non-con" and then see non-con in the fic, don't be surprised!

Word Count: 1.6k

You smelled different since Marc had been with you just the other night, and he felt more drawn to you than ever before. 

Khonhsu must’ve noticed it as well. It was obvious with the change in his attention toward you, especially in front of Ammit. Marc observed the way he held onto your hip so tightly, fingers digging into your side a little more possessively than before. Your scent had changed from that sweet aroma to a warm musk, and Marc couldn’t describe the way it made him feel.

Protective? Possessive? As if he would - without hesitation - tear the limbs off of anyone who thought of harming you even the slightest? It’s not like he didn’t feel this way about you before, but something was different now. He felt a deeper…connection. 

Something else had changed. Marc could see Khonshu paying more attention to him, which made his stomach turn. Did he know? Was he biding his time, toying with Marc until they got back to the mansion? Would he stick Marc in the thirst room until you were dead and he’d never see you again? It was as if all the wind had been punched out of his lungs when he thought about that. Your mortality was always on the back of his mind, but he’d never really considered living without you.

He couldn’t fucking live without you.

“Marc!” Khonshu snapped, forcing Marc to jump out of his thoughts and give all his attention to his master. “Out.”

The word was final, strong, and non-negotiable. Without any sort of acknowledgement, Marc left the lounge, which Khonshu had been using as a makeshift meeting room for his own household while on Ammit’s property. In his quarters, Marc stewed, an anxious poison bubbling in his gut at the thought of what may happen if his fears were justified. What if Khonshu knew about what he’d done with you, and what if, as a result, that night was the last chance he would ever have to save you both?

It wasn’t a matter of if, anymore, it was a matter of when he could sneak off to your room and a matter of how hard it would be to convince you that the two of you needed to get out of there immediately. There were several obstacles, but he thought he could figure them out with your help. The only thing that was for certain was the fact that you both needed to leave as soon as possible.

Marc had expected it would be a little more difficult this time around while trying to get to you, now that Khonshu was certainly suspicious of him, but to his surprise, he had no resistance getting to you at all. He wondered if everyone was busy in preparation for the return home tomorrow. You were awake, jumping out of your bed the moment he climbed in through the window. In a mad rush, you both collided, lips and tongues melting into one another through a series of moans. 

“I have to–” kiss “talk to you,” you moaned, breathing heavily in between each peck.

“Me too,” he rasped, pushing you against the wall roughly. “You smell different,” he growled into your neck.

“I know,” you whispered.

Marc hoped you didn’t feel the urgency in his shaking hands while he pulled his pants down to his thighs. You held onto him tight as he lifted you effortlessly, slowly lowering your body down around his dick. You’d neglected your panties. He wondered if you were expecting him to come to you one more time before you both had to leave Ammit’s home. 

You both exhaled out into the room as your bodies connected. Marc’s thrusting was ragged, and he knew it. He was desperate for you, he could feel it in every nerve ending, this intoxicating need to have you. This new scent of yours was driving him mad, and he couldn’t understand why.

“You have to bite me,” he muttered between thrusts, “and do it hard.”

You looked at him, brow furrowed in confusion. He’d forgotten that you didn’t know much about his kind, other than their need for blood and the fact that they could live forever. Khonshu was careful about how much he told you and the other livestock in an effort to keep you ignorant and obedient.

“Khonshu is suspicious,” he breathed, “I don’t want to turn you but–”

Marc was cut off by the sharp pain of you biting hard into the side of his neck. He groaned as he felt the skin break. It wasn’t often that Marc felt pain, he liked it though, particularly while his cock was buried deep in your warm cunt. He sighed out a moan, completely engulfed in a feeling of pure pleasure while you drank from him. His hips started rolling harder, as if they moved on their own, basking in the feeling of the agony and ecstasy melting as one.

“Mm, yeah honey, just like that,” he cooed, kissing the side of your neck and trying to keep himself from tearing into your skin as well. 

He could tell you liked the taste based solely on the fact that you were moaning more than usual while you licked at his skin. You shuddered, walls clenching around him as he pushed deeper, fucking into you harder.

“M-Marc, oh-my…”

Your breath caught in your throat and you tilted your head back to rest against the wall while he moved even faster. His orgasm came rushing through his body, hips stuttering until they were flush against yours, cock throbbing and spilling into your gushing cunt. You moaned so loudly Marc thought you might get caught so he clamped his palm down over your bloody lips.

It took several moments of holding you there before you both had calmed down enough for him to lower you to the ground. You wiped your lips and stared at him wide-eyed as if you couldn’t believe what had just transpired.

“God, I didn’t mean to bite you so hard, I’m sorry,” you said, reaching out to touch where you’d bitten his neck.

He chuckled, “don’t worry, I heal pretty quick.” He touched the wound. “Besides, we can call it payback for all the times I’ve tried to sink my teeth into you.” Marc pulled his pants back up around his hips. “How are you feeling?”

He tilted your head this way and that, looking for any indication of change. He didn’t understand. Your pupils weren’t dilated as he’d expected them to be, and you didn’t feel feverish to the touch. Turning a human didn’t take long, at least not from what he recalled. 

“I don’t feel different,” you said, a hint of worry in your voice.

“Of course you don’t, little dove.”

Khonshu appeared, like a villain in a movie, sliding in through your bedroom window and striding over to Marc. He grabbed Marc by the throat before he even had a chance to react, holding him high while keeping his eyes locked on yours. Marc held onto Khonshu’s forearm, choking and gasping, trying desperately to keep himself from losing consciousness.

“Sir, please!” You yelled, louder than Marc had ever thought your voice could go.

Khonshu dropped Marc on the floor, leaving him gasping and struggling to catch his breath. Marc could see you backing up into the corner in terror but knew it would get much worse for you both if he tried to stop Khonshu. It was obvious he valued you above any other cattle and wouldn’t kill you, but Marc didn’t doubt Khonshu’s ability to make the rest of your life a living hell if he chose to.

Marc watched as Khonshu grabbed your arm roughly and forced you to the bed, bending you over the mattress. You were brave, Marc noted, hardly making a sound above a quiet whimper while Khonshu pulled your dress aside and stuck two of his thick fingers into your cunt, still slick from before.

“Just as I thought,” he spat through clenched teeth, pulling out his fingers only to reveal Marc’s cum dripping from them. “Marc,” he said as though scolding a child, “to think that my own knight would betray me so. I saved you, Marc Spector, or did you forget?!”

You turned over now, scrambling to put some distance between yourself and Khonshu.

“I didn’t forget,” Marc managed to say as he fought to control his breathing. “But you can’t keep her in a cage like an animal, you can’t keep tricking innocent people into your bullshit cult.”

Khonshu sniffed out a laugh, “and why is that, Marc? Hm? Is it because she smells so good that you’ve changed your attitude toward the cattle trade? Because until I brought her home you didn’t seem to take issue with a free food supply.” He stormed over to Marc.

Marc kept looking to you for a change in your appearance, even the slightest shift in your posture, but nothing changed. You still looked the same as you did on the day he first saw you.

“Why didn’t it work?” Marc asked coldly, looking up at Khonshu from where he still knelt on the floor.

“I know you’re young, Marc, but you’re not a fool.” Khonshu walked over to Marc and grabbed the collar of his jacket. The door to your room burst open to allow several of Khonshu’s guards in. Before they whisked Marc away, Khonshu leaned in to whisper in his ear, “you know our blood only works on humans.”

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The Dark Side of the Moon - Chapter 6: Changing Tides

Vampire Marc Spector X f!Reader

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Chapter Summary

Ammit takes some time to learn more about you following your arrival to her home.

Tags/Warnings (for entire fic)

Major Tags/Warnings Major Character Death - Non-con - Dub-con - Violence Minor Tags/Warnings NSFW, smut, Khonshu is human turned vampire, Ammit is human turned vampire, sex with characters other than the main pairing (Marc X f!Unnamed Character - Khonshu X f!Reader), p in v creampie, furniture grinding, scent kink, blood kink, vampire/human relationship, blood drinking, rough sex, oral sex, coming untouched, coming in pants, panty sniffing, angst, fluff, smut, forbidden relationship, secret relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, Marc does NOT have DID Dead Dove Do Not Eat - This means that what you see in the tags is what you get in the fic. If you read the tags and see "non-con" and then see non-con in the fic, don't be surprised!

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When Khonshu told you the next day that you were traveling to Ammit’s home in the mountains, you were glad to know Marc was coming too. You wondered what normal people thought of seeing three black luxury cars, four SUVs, and a few vans with the windows all tinted, driving all in a line. You wouldn’t be able to tell, nor see their expressions, with the blindfold Khonshu made you wear during your travels. He didn’t want you or the other cattle ‘getting any ideas,’ as he liked to put it.

The days were long, and the vehicles wouldn’t stop for anything other than gas and food for the cattle before continuing their journey further north. Sleep wasn’t necessary for the majority of the travelers in your group, the ones that were tasked with driving anyway. As the temperature shifted, Khonshu dressed you in warmer clothes:socks, boots, warm coats, and skirts. He kept your neck easily accessible though…always.

Ammit’s home was larger than Khonshu’s, and she had a second home next to it where some of her servants brought you to stay. Despite the room you were staying in being more cozy, it still didn’t feel like home to you. 

Home.

It felt like a spear hit your chest. Were you really considering Khonshu’s mansion home after what felt like such a short time? It had only been a few weeks and you were already calling it home. You supposed that was probably for the best. The sooner you accepted that fact, the easier it would be for you in the long run. This was a decision you’d made after all, though the longer you were there, the more you started to wonder if there was more going on that Khonshu wasn’t telling you,especially when you overheard a conversation between him and Ammit before you turned the corner to the foyer.

“I need to be able to access her room and so do her handmaidens,” Khonshu hissed in a harsh whisper.

“I understand that, but you don’t seem to understand, Khonshu, I have young vampires that can’t handle that smell. If they catch one whiff of her she’s done. Is that really something you’re willing to–”

“Sh,” Khonshu shushed. “Cattle girl, come here,” he said softly.

On shaking legs, you walked over to Khonshu from around the corner. He was back to treating you as a mere food source, nothing more. You couldn’t say you were jealous, in fact, you were far from it. You would prefer for Khonshu to stay preoccupied with Ammit because that meant he was paying less attention to you and Marc, and you wanted to see Marc again so desperately. You couldn’t deny, however, that you enjoyed being treated like you were special, something you missed when Ammit was around.

He put a hand on your shoulder, pulling you between him and Ammit, looking intently at you. You still couldn’t look at him, the rules from his home applied there as well, and you were happy to keep your gaze on the floor. He was terrifying when he wanted to be.

“What have I told you about eavesdropping, hm?” He squeezed your shoulders as a warning.

“M-my apologies sir, I was coming around the corner and didn’t want to interrupt so thought I would wait for your conversation to conclude.” You gulped, feeling your body tremble more.

A low snicker rumbled through his frame, “you don’t want to be forced to live like the other livestock do you? They’re chained to the walls in the basement, is that what you want?”

“Oh Khonshu enough, stop threatening the poor girl. Do you really take pleasure in tormenting her so?” She laughed, pulling you from his grasp and offering you a kind smirk. “Thousands of years later and men still act this simple. Come,” she put a hand on your back, leading you away from your master.

“Ammit you can’t–”

“Oh don’t worry dear Khonshu, I won’t hurt your little dove, I know how much you treasure her.”

Ammit brought you to a bathroom unlike any you’d seen before. In the center was a large tub filled with steaming water. The room was dimly lit, save for a few candles giving it a warm glow. A few of your maidservants were in there, likely called ahead by Ammit herself. You were in need of a bath so you weren’t going to complain, but you were wary of her intentions.

“You don’t need to stand on ceremony in my presence girl, look me in the eye,” she demanded as the servants undressed you.

You covered yourself as they removed your layers, but Ammit approached you quickly, gripping your wrists and bringing them to your sides.

“Enough, do not cover yourself in my presence.”

You weren’t going to argue with her. You knew your body wasn’t really yours anymore, as Khonshu never failed to remind you. You gulped and kept her gaze. Her dark eyes ate you alive for what felt like hours until she finally cracked a smile.

“Come, get in the bath while the water is still warm,” she said, leading you with a soft hand to the tub where you stepped in gingerly.

She was right, the water was still warm, and while the baths in Khonshu’s mansion were heavenly, there was something special about this one. You felt more at ease, less tense, as though any worries you had were gone, and it was only you and Ammit left in the whole world. Even Marc left your mind for a moment as you laid back and closed your eyes. 

“Tell me sweet one,” Khonshu’s pet name coming out of her mouth forced your eyes to shoot open. She was sitting on the other side of the bathroom now on a comfortable lounge chair. “What was your life like prior to joining Khonshu?”

You looked around the bathroom, realizing now that your maidservants must’ve vacated while Ammit had you distracted. You were actually alone with her, and you felt a pit forming in your stomach. There was no telling what sort of conversations she and Khonshu might have together in private, so you decided to keep it vague.

“It was boring,” you managed to say, feeling your throat closing while her eyes stayed locked on you. “I lived in an apartment and worked at a boring job. I don’t have much else to tell ma’am.”

She grimaced, “don’t call me that, it makes me sound old.”

She let out a lighthearted chuckle so you returned the sentiment with a smirk trying to appear less awkward but failing miserably.

“What about your parents?” She inquired, pursing her lips and crossing her arms.

You got the sense that she knew something you didn’t as if she were hiding information from you. That sense of relaxation returned along with a heavy sense of trust, as though you could tell her anything with no consequences. You recalled the servants whispering about her being a spiritual being and you wondered if there was merit to the rumors you’d heard.

“I was a foster child most of my life,” you said, breathing deeply and feeling peace washing over every cell within your body. “My foster family was nice but I wasn’t exactly set up for success.”

Ammit’s face looked genuinely sympathetic for your prior situation. She was either a fantastic actor, or she was more than an emotionless creature as you’d thought her to be previously. You wondered why she was asking so many questions. If she wasn’t asking out of care for you, then why did she care to know?

“Where did you grow up?” She asked, standing and gliding across the room, keeping those eyes on you with every step.

“I grew up in a small town,” you shrugged, “not a lot of people around and I liked it that way.”

She nodded as though you’d told her some valuable information, a smirk playing across her face.

“Tell me about Khonshu, how did he find you?”

You looked down at your palms through the warm bath water, “I don’t know to be honest with you,” it felt like your entire body exhaled the breath you were holding in. “I was walking home from work and thought I was done for. It was Harrow, but at first, I thought he was some creep who had followed me home from the diner trying to hurt me. I was working late…not exactly the way I wanted to spend my twenty-second birthday…”

You thought back to that night…

Your heart was pounding as you turned, seeing the silhouette of a man approaching by the streetlamp overhead. While you didn’t live in a heavily populated area, you did live downtown, and if you screamed then surely someone would come to your aid. You remembered not wanting to make a scene though. You remembered thinking about how embarrassing it would be if you panicked and called the police only to find out it was Bob, the flower shop owner. Though Bob wouldn’t have any reason to be following you from a distance…at 10 pm…when every other night you walked home the streets were empty.

You broke out into a brisk walk, not wanting to look afraid, but also trying to add more distance between yourself and the potential assailant.

Too late.

Arthur snagged you quickly, while another man - who you now knew to be Khonshu - approached you from the other side. Harrow’s hand over your mouth forced you to be silent, but your terror would’ve kept your lips sealed regardless. Immediately an air of calm washed over you upon seeing your black-haired master. He was handsome, stoic, and his eyes were kinder than most others you’d seen. Something about him made you feel at peace.

“Little dove, you don’t need to be afraid…” he cooed, the back of his curled finger brushing against the pulse in your neck.

You remember feeling drawn to him, the gentle caress of his touch lingering on your throat long after he dropped his hand back to his side. Khonshu was smart, never pressuring you to go with him against your will, but rather spending the next several days convincing you to join him of your own accord.

How could someone turn down such a promise of luxury? Isn’t that what everyone dreamed of? You were drawn in by the guarantee of an easier life; one where you didn’t need to work so hard for your rundown studio apartment in a town full of people that didn’t care about you. A life where your every need was met, never having to wonder when you’d get your next meal, or if you’d be able to enjoy a hot shower.

You would want for nothing.

Some would call you an idiot, and maybe they were right, but you didn’t care. You weren’t going to live long doing things the way you were anyway. The way you saw it, you had nothing to lose. Even if you were walking into a trap, and Khonshu was just a weird guy ready to take you, rape you, and then beat you bloody, it was worth the risk. Besides, something about his presence alone made you feel like he was trustworthy; it was as if every word out of his mouth was dripping in honey, and you wanted a taste.

“What do I need to give you in return? You keep telling me that it’s a small price and I won’t even miss it but…I won’t agree until–”

“You will be at my beck and call whenever I’m hungry, without protest, and without question,” he answered finally, flashing a row of teeth. His sharp canines seemed to sparkle in the moonlight pouring through your window on the third night since you’d met.

“H-hungry?”

It was clear he wasn’t suggesting you work for him as a private chef.

“Yes, little dove.”

The promise of modern comforts was too much to pass up. Your blood was such a small price to pay to never worry about whether or not you’d have a bed to sleep in or clothes on your back. Besides, as long as you lived, you would produce plenty to sustain him, so there wasn't a good reason for you to keep telling him no. It helped his case that rent was due the following day and you knew you didn’t have enough to pay it.

Against your better judgment, and against everything you’d learned before about not trusting strangers, you followed him to his car, never to return to your life again.

Ammit chuckled, breaking you from your memories, and brought  you back to the bathroom where you were still cloaked in the pleasantly warm water. She walked over to you, touching your cheek softly with a comforting smile across her lips.

“Well, it sounds like Khonshu promised you a lot of things, but are you happy?”

Her question was loaded. You could sit there and ponder the meaning of the word ‘happy’ for hours, thinking about what it actually meant to you. The word was subjective, of course, meaning something different for everyone, but according to your definition of the word happy…were you?

As promised, you wanted for nothing. Every basic need a human being could have was met and met well. To some, you might even look spoiled. You should be happy, ecstatic even, but when you thought about it long enough…you weren’t.

But why?

“I know why,” Ammit’s voice once again broke your attention from your own thoughts. “There’s something you want that Khonshu won’t let you have…right?” She sighed heavily, feigning fatigue as she stood and walked to the door. “It’s sad really, if only I’d found you before he did then perhaps you could know true happiness.”

And with those heavy words she exited, leaving the door open for the maidservants to return and begin bathing you. What she was suggesting was obvious: leave Khonshu, join her, and she will let you have Marc…

Ammit will let you have Marc.

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The Dark Side of the Moon - Chapter 8: A Bird in a Cage

Vampire Marc Spector X f!Reader

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Chapter Summary

Khonshu can sense that something is different with you and he's not very pleased.

Tags/Warnings (for entire fic)

Major Tags/Warnings Major Character Death - Non-con - Dub-con - Violence Minor Tags/Warnings NSFW, smut, Khonshu is human turned vampire, Ammit is human turned vampire, sex with characters other than the main pairing (Marc X f!Unnamed Character - Khonshu X f!Reader), p in v creampie, furniture grinding, scent kink, blood kink, vampire/human relationship, blood drinking, rough sex, oral sex, coming untouched, coming in pants, panty sniffing, angst, fluff, smut, forbidden relationship, secret relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, Marc does NOT have DID Dead Dove Do Not Eat - This means that what you see in the tags is what you get in the fic. If you read the tags and see "non-con" and then see non-con in the fic, don't be surprised!

Word Count: 2.6k

Panic struck moments after you and Marc had returned to your senses. You felt the satisfaction that had washed over you and brought you such peace replaced with fear as you felt the remnants of his cum trickling from your cunt. Quickly, you tucked your hand under yourself and stood, shuffling over to your bathroom to clean yourself.

Nothing could make you regret what you and Marc had done, but you felt stupid for doing it nonetheless. You weren’t ignorant, and it was obvious that there was something special about your blood that made younger vampires, including Marc, a little hungrier than usual, and something that made Khonshu care for you deeper than his other cattle. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to find some way to punish you if he ever found out.

And what about Marc?

If he ever found out that Marc was behind this…

“Here,” Marc handed you his shirt, “to clean yourself. It won’t look weird if my own cum is on my shirt,” he explained with a half-hearted chuckle.

You used the shirt to clean yourself, “you make it sound like that’s a common occurrence.”

Seeing Marc’s cheeks flush was a favorite game of yours, but it admittedly wasn’t hard for you to do anymore.

“Will it be hard to explain the sheets?” He asked, referring to the mess he got on your previously clean bedding.

You handed him back the shirt as you made your way back to the bedroom. Upon further inspection, the part of the bedding that was dirtied was small. You got some warm water on the end of a washcloth and dabbed the stick mess away, hoping it wouldn’t make a stiff spot of fabric in the morning when the maids came to clean it.

“That’s as good as I can get it,” you said with a sigh. You looked back over at Marc whose expression had turned sour as he stood by the window. “What’s wrong?” You asked, walking over to cup his cheek.

“I’m not sure when we can see each other again, like this,” he whispered, taking your hand in his and bringing it down from his cheek to hold by his hip. “Fuck.” He cursed through gritted teeth.

You followed his gaze to your arms where he could see bruising, and you could feel it too now that he pointed it out. Marc had really done a number on you, just like he thought it would.

“Don’t worry, I can make something up, I’ve always been a quick healer anyway” you nodded, “Marc, please don’t worry.”

You could sense the concern in his whole body, in every worried wrinkle on his face, and in his shaking hand that still held onto yours gently. He nodded, a seemingly reluctant nod, but a nod nonetheless, before he kissed your knuckles. With a heavy sigh he leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours in one more passion-filled embrace before he was gone through the window, as if he’d never been there at all.

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In the morning you examined your arms to see, and feel, that your skin had returned to normal as though you’d never been touched. A sense of relief washed over you as the housemaids came and started getting you dressed and taking care of the bedding. It looked like your quick job cleaning up the mess had worked, and unless they carried blacklights around with them, no one would suspect a thing.

You took advantage of the fact that Khonshu let you walk around Ammit’s guest house unattended. He’d told you that even if you tried to escape, which he was certain you wouldn’t, it was far too cold in the mountains for you to get very far anyway. Whether that was true or not didn't matter. As long as Marc remained under Khonshu’s control, so would you. 

When Khonshu’s hunger demanded your attention, he would find you in the library, sitting in a comfortable recliner with a romance novel you’d never heard of before in your hands. His face was pleasant when you looked up from the pages to meet his gaze. For a moment you thought he might be upset, you’d almost forgotten that you weren’t supposed to look at him, but when he didn’t reprimand you, you decided to keep eye contact, not wanting to draw attention to it.

“My little dove, are you enjoying your freedom?”

You gulped, nodding obediently, though you weren’t sure you would consider this freedom. Khonshu seemed pleased with himself, nodding with a lighthearted smirk to match. He held out a hand to you and helped you stand.

“Hm,” he hummed, lips turning downward slightly in what appeared to be disappointment.

He leaned in, nose brushing against your neck and forcing a chill to run through your veins. Your breath hitched, catching in your lungs. You dropped your book on the floor as he pulled you tighter against him. A low growl rumbled up through his body, his breath was hot against your skin.

“S-sir–”

“Have I neglected you for too long, little dove?” He asked, words muffled against your neck. “Is that why you betrayed me?” You whimpered when he pulled you closer, his grip squeezing around you so tight you worried he might crush your bones.

He knew.

He knew.

Your entire body was shaking against his in terror. Was this it? Was this the end for you? You wondered for a moment how quick your death would be. Was Khonshu going to drain you to death? Or would he go with a quicker approach and just behead you, keeping it simple and easy. If you were being honest, you hoped for the latter.

“B-betrayed you, s-sir?” You couldn’t seem to get a grip on your shaking body and your quivering bottom lip.

He leaned back and looked you in the eye, “you have a very distinct smell, don’t you sweet one? Surely you know that, enough of us have mentioned it.” He was smiling at you, but there was a clear hint of anger behind the facade. “You’re a very special girl.”

You nodded, knowing that what he’d said was true. You may have been a bit naive, you’d admit as much, but you knew that something was very obviously different about you in comparison to the other livestock that both Khonshu and Ammit had in their service.

“Sir please,” you grunted, trying to pull away, but his arms kept you in place.

“No, no, you don’t understand,” he cooed, walking you back until your rear was against a window sill. “I could pick you out of a crowd of a million people while blindfolded based on your scent alone, which is why I know that something is different.”

You didn’t think that the simple act of sex would change something inside of you so profoundly that the smell of your blood would be different. You could’ve cleaned up every bit of mess, and hidden every blemish, and Khonshu would’ve still been able to tell something was wrong. How could you have been so foolish to think this would get past him?

You thought quickly, “w-well, sir, we’re in a different house.” Your eyes scanned his to determine how much of your bullshit he was buying. “I’ve been bathed in different perfumes and–”

He wasn’t buying any of it.

He harshly tossed the fabric in front of your cunt aside, bringing his hips against your own so you could feel his bulge beneath his clothes. You shuttered, once again feeling grateful that Khonshu hadn’t forced himself on you, but it would seem your luck had run out.

He was fast to tug his pants around his thighs, allowing his thick cock to spring free and rest against your pussy lips. It felt warm, the head leaking a slow, sticky stream onto your abdomen. He stared at you, eyes appearing to darken like a hungry predator. If you were a dove, then Khonshu was a falcon.

“I’ve been so kind to you, haven’t I?” He asked, rolling his hips back so the tip rested at your entrance. “Who was it, hm?”

To punctuate his sentence, he thrust forward, the entire length of his cock bottoming out inside your barely slick channel. You lurched, a choked screech muffled against his shoulder as you held onto him tight. A dark snicker left his lips, a clear sign he was enjoying whatever pain he was causing.

“Was it one of Ammit’s servants? Did a lonely concubine find its way into your room while I wasn’t paying attention?” He started moving faster, the stretch of his cock aching as you clench around him.

You shook your head, “n-no sir, no, please–”

A sharp pain in your neck made your body jolt. He started drinking from you, his deep moans filling the library, which suddenly felt very small. You groaned, hoping that soon you would start to feel the ache between your legs subside, that maybe some pleasure could be found in this unwanted encounter.

“Then was it one of mine?” His hips bucked roughly, the window behind you rattling against its frame. “Was-it-Marc?”

Once again you replied, “no, no!”

You became lightheaded the more he drank, but the more he drank, the less pain you started to feel. Time seemed to slow a bit, the edges of your vision darkened. He muttered something against your throat about how wet you were, how nice your pussy felt around his cock, and how he wished he hadn’t waited so long.

“M’sorry sir, I didn’t…” 

What were you going to say? You didn’t do it on purpose? Because you did. That you didn’t know it would be that big of a deal? Because you did know. Did you really think you could tell him with confidence that you didn’t fuck another vampire without his permission right under his nose? Because you couldn’t.

“Shh,” He whispered, breath coming out in uneven, short huffs. “I’m sure you didn’t mean to, but when I-fuck, when I find out who touched you…”

The remainder of his sentence was swallowed by a deep moan rolling through his chest. You sucked in a breath, feeling him bite you again as his orgasm ripped through him. His hips stuttered forward, body trembling while he pulled you close against his body. You felt a tear trickle down your cheek. In a strange way you felt like you were betraying Marc, even though Khonshu was the one who’d been betrayed to start with.

You deserved this. You belonged to Khonshu, and you should’ve known better.

“My sweet, precious little dove,” he whispered against your neck, keeping his face pressed to your bloodstained skin. He kissed your throat softly. “I know you won’t do this to me again, I know you won’t betray me again.”

You didn’t move as he pulled out of you, his cum spilling out with him and trickling down your inner thighs. He looked at you as he pulled his pants back up around his hips. The man looked like a feral beast for the first time since you’d known him, lips so covered in your blood that you wondered how you were still breathing. Adrenaline? Fear? A nausea inducing combination of both?

“I have plans for you,” Khonshu said finally, after letting the silence linger for far too long,”plans that you cannot know of just yet.”

You nodded, damning your bottom lip for quivering and making you appear weak.

He grabbed the hem of your dress and used it to wipe the blood from his face, staring at the stain when he pulled it back. He sniffed out a laugh, eyes looking crazed with anger when he looked at you once more.

“When I find out which vampire fucked you, sweet one, and I do have my suspicions” he dropped your dress and leaned into you closer, “I’m going to kill them in the most painful way I can.”

“Sir, I didn’t–”

“SILENCE!” 

You jumped, your entire body going into shock and starting to shake beyond your control.

“I’ve lived over three millennia. Do you take me for a fool?” He hissed through clenched teeth. “You’re very lucky that you’re so precious to me, little dove, or I’d push you through this window and spit on your corpse.”

You believed his every word, so you nodded again in understanding. He looked down at your abdomen and back into your eyes once more. An expression of disgust sported his normally stoic face.

“To your room with you. You’re not to leave until we are returning home. Your meals will be delivered to your room and no one besides your servants or myself are allowed in or out, are we clear?”

One more time you nodded, mind stuck in a daze as he departed, leaving you bloody and used on the window sill of the library.

~~~~

Khonshu’s rules were clear: no one was allowed in or out of your room while you remained in Ammit’s home.

Did that include your hostess herself? Would Khonshu be upset if he knew that Ammit stole into your room in the night while the house slept?

She had swooped in through your window so gracefully, unlike Marc who was quite noisy at times. You were still awake though, unable to sleep when you couldn’t stop seeing Khonshu’s bloody face racing through your mind. She walked so effortlessly it was as though her body carried no mass. Ammit had a way of commanding attention without saying a word. Her silence was louder than any sound she could make.

“Hello, sweet one,” she cooed, striding around the room slowly. “I heard your master will not allow you to leave. Khonshu always was the jealous type.”

She seemed amused to have you there, dangling the fact that she knew things you couldn’t possibly have known in front of you like a carrot on a string. You would play her game though, sensing your choices were limited anyhow.

“That’s true.”

You kept your eyes on her.

“When you get back to your home, you know that he will not allow you any freedom don’t you? Well,” she laughed when she realized her poor wording, “he will give you much less freedom than you have now.”

“Have you come to torment me further? Did he send you to–”

“Quiet, girl.” Her tone was firm. “I don’t do Khonshu’s bidding.” She stopped pacing and stood at the foot of your bed, staring directly at you. “You are new to all of this, so take this as my only warning.”

Your breath felt like it stopped in your lungs as you waited for her to speak. 

“Khonshu and I have been at war with one another for a very, very long time,” she started, eyes never wavering from yours. “Though we may appear amicable now, it’s doubtful that things will remain this way. We’ve always had our ups and downs.” She let out a heavy sigh. “When Khonshu and I find ourselves at odds once more, you’ll have an opportunity to change your fate. If you’re smart you’ll seize it, and you’ll remember what I told you in the bath.”

She was gone just as quickly as she’d arrived, in a blur, and in silence, leaving you with nothing other than your heart pounding in your chest, and your head filled with more thoughts than you could sort through.

If Ammit and Khonshu were at war and planned to fight, then you weren’t even sure you wanted to choose a side. You needed to tell Marc. You needed to escape.

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