~ Moonstone ~

~☽ Moonstone ☾~

Credit @natashowlet for the header image, I edited it just enough to ruin it with words

Fandom: Moon Knight(TV)

Rating: Mature/Explicit.

Pairing: Khonshu/Reader (unnamed cis!female)

Warnings: GRAPHIC MATERIAL FOR THOSE 18+

Underage readers, this is your notification that this is not content you should read.

Other warnings include: massive amounts of angst and other emotions. Asexual writer attempting smut. Violence. Bloodshed. Purple prose. Non-linear story telling. Liberal amounts of foul language. Misusing Egyptian mythology as inspiration. Soul Sex and other metaphysical shit. I also am barely acquainted with the comics.

Summary: Before Marc and Steven, before Arthur Harrow, Khonshu had another avatar. Well, hundreds of thousand of others, but this is the story of one in particular that Khonshu was fond of.

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Before Series: Snippets featuring Reader as Khonshu's Avatar, listed mainly in chronological order

Part One: I don't know how else to put this. The drabble that started it all. Non-linear and jumps around**Smut**

Friday the 13th: Scary movies? Confused Khonshu? Subtle flirting? Yep.

Part five Before series goes here

Hallucination: Khonshu cheers Reader up... sorta. In his own way. (not really intending to, tbh)

Untitled 1: a prompt by @rebeccakitty; Reader has menstural cramps, and Khonshu helps her with them (After a little bit of grumbling)

Untiled 2: While The first Drabble belongs early time wise, the second belongs late. So we'll place it smack dab in the middle.

Untitled 3: What can I say? Soft moment between you and Khonshu. Just pure fluff

(Part Three's Before-Series goes here)

(Part Four HERE)

Untitled 4: Khonshu and Hathor have a talk

(Part Six Here)

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During Series: The main body? of the story? IDK, it's after Marc agrees to become Khonshu's avatar.

Part Two: The Bridge between Before and During series. Angst.

Part Three: Part of episode one, part before-series Smut.

Part Four Just a direct sequel of part Three. This will not happen much.

Part Five : Yep, we following the series. Started my own foreshadowing though! Before series part is early in the days of the Former Avatar's days as the Moon Knight.

Part Six: Huge chapter. With Smut! And plot! Can you ask for anything more?

Mirage: Set during episode 3 (Edited version now part of Part Six)

Part Seven: Some original shit thrown into the plot, and angst.

Part Eight: Enter the tomb of Ammit! And more original shit thrown in

Part Nine: Angry women, angry goddesses, and oh, a griffin.

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Post Series: What it says on the tin.

Jealousy: Reader makes the slight comment that Khonshu wouldn't know what to do with a mouth of he had one. Jake overhears. Explict smut ensues.

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Power Over Me

Summary: Bucky has a thing for sundresses, he loves it when you wear them for him. All you have to do is saunter around in his favorite one and he’s willing to do whatever you want. 

Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Bucky being a 6′4″ menace, sex against a wall. 

A/N: Based on a tiktok about sundresses, written on my phone, sinday drabble. This is not the fic about the first time he saw you in a sundress, oh no he was way worse that day. 

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Bucky loves it when you wear dresses, you look beautiful in the classic little black but his favorites are those colorful sundresses. The ones that show off your luscious curves, and slide across your ass with every step, highlighting your body in ways the other dresses can’t. 

He goes feral every time he sees you in them. It’s safe to say he likes them. More than you like it when he wears his grey sweatpants.

You can get him to do anything you want if you ask him while wearing the one red with the thin gold straps. Granted, he’s going to do whatever you want anyway, but he appreciates the extra motivation.

And he knows, he absolutely knows, what you’re doing when you saunter around the house, wearing a new sundress. Enticing him with your pretty smiles and even prettier eyes as the soft material sways around your hips.

It doesnt matter because he’s always ready to give you anything including the moon whenever what you want. He’s just waiting for you to ask.

That’s the power you have. And he love it.

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Clingy sex,, , holding and grabbing and groping every inch of your partner like you two can never get close enough regardless of the way your skin presses together, as though no matter how many times you kiss their neck and their shoulders and every inch you can get your hands on it is never truly enough.

Shower/bath sex with Vander? You start to relax and he decides to join in.

WARNINGS ─ gn!reader, slight smut [ illusions to sex, gn anatomy + light dirty talk ] + mature language

COMMENTS ─ excuse me while i think all about this for the rest of the week 🥴 not quite smut, but still enough that you know vander is going to take you apart piece by piece -- thank you for sending this in, love!!

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it was a rarity to have clean water in the lanes -- something most people who lived in the undercity had gotten use to rather quickly, although without much of a choice. with the amount of pollution that had seeped into the water ways from the decades of mining, it made getting clean water that much harder to secure.

luckily, someone still cared in the undercity to keep the water clean, knowing it was needed to keep society running -- even if it was a society of undesirables. so, after ordering each one of your children to take a bath -- much to their displeasure and grievance, there was still enough clean water left in the cycle for you and vander to get clean before the water day switched over.

and that’s where vander had found you, resting comfortably against the back of the tub, damp washcloth over your eyes as your breathing evened out. a deep chuckle from the doorway startles you, “you know you’re skins gonna get all wrinkled if you lay in their long enough, love.” vander smiled, uncrossing his arms as he pulled the bathroom door closed and made his way over to you. “it feels nice... come join me.” you offer softly, extending you hand out towards him.

he smiles before stripping out of his clothing tantalizingly slow -- almost as if he was giving you a show, and willfully aware of how your darkened eyes trailed over each inch of skin he exposed to you. he waved you forward, climbing into the small tub behind you before pulling you back against his chest with a deep hum, “not sure what you had in mind, but i’m starting to think you got me into this tub for other reasons.”

you could only hum in response, taking his much larger hand and moving it to trail along your chest and down toward your naval -- toward where you wanted him to be, “so shameful... all worked up over my little show, huh?” he mused as the pads of his fingers pressed over your tight hole, smiling brightly as your breath hitched and you dropped back against him fully.

foxglove | b.b.

summary: as soon as his palms brush along your cheeks, it’s almost as if his soul snaps out of its frenzied rage, looks at you, and embraces you with a warmth that says, oh, I’ve been looking for you for ages.

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, happy ending, medieval magic, blood, death, swearing, yearning, mentions of sexy times pairing: immortal!bucky x fem!mortal!reader word count: 12.0k

a/n: soulmate au and reincarnation au where you come back and find each other whenever fate deems it fit. written for @jalapenobarnes​ and @startrekkingaroundasgard. my prompts were not like this and won’t lose you again which i changed slightly.

happy birthday, bucky.

818 - agape: the highest form of love

James doesn’t know how long he runs for. Your blood is seeping between his fingers as your fingers dig desperately into his neck and his breath is burning in his lungs as he screams himself raw. His blood is boiling beneath his skin, sweat soaking through his chain mail as he swallows down dry air, and his throat is tearing itself as he sucks in harsh breath after harsh breath.

“Hold on, foxglove,” he whispers. You let out a faint moan, and he raises his chin to the forest surrounding him. Here. The woman said she’d be here. Golden and amber leaves swirl around him, dancing in the breeze. Stumbling through the forest, his boots sink into the moist dirt as he fights to keep himself standing. Running, running, running. Where is that woman? Where?  “Hold on.” As he glances down, he sees your eyes flutter shut and he chokes. You’ve lost all colour in your lips and cheeks, face dashed with scarlet red. A strangled sensation crawls up his throat just as his boot shifts beneath mud.

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Which consequences would you rather deal with- ignoring mafia Bucky’s texts or trying to hide from demon Bucky?

My slightly NSFW thots below. As always no minors.

Huddling under the moss covered bridge, you wrapped your arm around your belly, one hand over your mouth as you held your breath. Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound.

You slowly took a shallow,, shuddering breath in through your nose despite your lungs begging for more.

"Angel, come home," his deep voice surrounding you, echoing, booming through the thickets of trees. No malice in his tone, only despair. "Come home."

You can't. You won't. You never should have given yourself to him that night.

Right?

You can't explain why it hurts to be away from him. But everything, everyone says it's wrong.

And they must be right?

"Angel, please." There's an edge now. He hates begging, his patience is wearing thin.

"Now."

You crouch, sliding behind a gnarled bush. Your thoughts tangled in your mind.

A deep sigh rings in your ear. "Fine. Remember that I gave you an opportunity to be good."

A sudden weight latches around your wrists and you're pulled up into chill night air, feet dangling above the ground, a shocked scream bubbling in your throat.

Bucky collides into you, his body wrapping around yours as the world spins around you. "We are bound as one. You'll never escape me angel."

"11:59 missed text from your husband."

Tears pool in your eyes, a muffled shriek withering as your body spasms. Pleasure leeching out of you as he toys with the remote.

Bucky sneers down at your naked form bound to the bed in the guest bedroom. "So you thought you could ignore me all fucking day huh?"

He watches as your slick gushes down your thighs. He purses his lips, tapping the remote against his chin. "15 missed texts, 15 orgasms."

Your eyes widen, the muffled I'm sorry baby has him doubled over in laughter. "Oh it's too ate for that."

Bucky straddles your thighs, pushing the dildo deeper in your cunt as he leans down to rest his forehead on yours. "21 missed calls, 21 hours of edging."

"Maybe next time you'll think twice before leaving me on read."