~ 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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I've come to hop into your inbox to provide some inspiration, the character is all yours to choose but this sounds fun hehe.

Don't you wanna feel good, baby? I'll make sure you can't think remember anything but my name.

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You're Bucky's favourite thing to do on a Wednesday night.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, overstimulation, mild dumbification, vaginal sex, bucky being a tease. 18+.

Word Count: 420

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He tastes like whiskey, his firm body pressed tight up against yours as he holds you close, chest to chest. You don't think you'll ever get over how giddy his kiss makes you feel, a slow half-smile creeping across your lips as he pulls away to take a look at you.

"What're you smiling at, pretty girl?" Bucky asks you with a sly grin, his cerulean eyes illuminated by the golden glow of the bedside lamp. His fingers dip between your thighs, and he let's out a low hum of approval at the mess that waits for him there.

You don't have a fucking clue what you're smiling at, too cockdrunk and out of it to do anything but hum sweetly and pepper lazy little kisses across his broad chest.

A shudder rolls up your spine, hips bucking against him as you rub your naked cunt against his semi-erect length. He's already fucked you half stupid tonight and you can feel the afterburn of his rough hands swelling on your skin.

"Look at me," he commands softly, gripping your jaw with a rough tenderness that you're besotted with. You lift your head to meet his gaze, his thumb feathering across your kiss-swollen lower lip. All you want to do is bury your face in his throat and inhale the scent of him, brain fogged over with satisfaction and lust. You can barely hold your head up, and when his calloused hands move to grip your ass, tugging you back onto his cock and stretching you out once again, all you can manage is a pathetic whimper. "You can take another round, baby. Know you can."

You sniffle against his sweat slick skin, your thighs numb from being splayed out on top of him for the past two hours. The sound your pussy makes as he fucks it leisurely - long, drawn out strokes - would embarrass you if you weren't so fucking gone for him. "Wanna stay buried inside this cunt - my cunt - 'til sunrise."

Your fingernails dig into the thick muscles at his shoulders, his teeth latching onto your chin in a playfully dominant move that earns an exhausted little chuckle from your throat.

"Don't you wanna feel good, baby?" Bucky taunts, his feet planted firmly on the mattress as he quickens his thrusts, pounding up into you. Drool oozes from the corner of your mouth as you fight to remain upright. Not that you need to. Bucky's got you. He's always got you. "I'll make sure you can't remember anything but my name."

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good for me

beefy!lumberjack bucky x f!reader (lumby x bunny au)

w.c: 1.8k

warnings: oral, overstim, insatiable menace that is lumby, p in v

a/n: do you know how many people sent that video in to me? thank you. proud of this one <3

𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢

“You see this?” a rich chuckle bubbles low in his chest, “With the offshoots in different directions, gonna need a real good, hard, stroke to open it up,” his deep voice croons, smacking his hand sharply against the rough bark.

You jump at the noise, your breath catching in your throat as tingles buzz throughout your core.

His eyes lock directly on yours through your screen, a devilish smirk playing at the side of his mouth– the one he always gives you right before parting your legs and pulling you up to his warm, wet, salacious mouth. “So fucking tight– this grain? Gonna be a fun challenge, bunny.”

What– Bunny? Oh no, oh fuck. This isn’t one of his instructional videos. This is a video meant for you. The bastard.

You can’t help the knowing tremble that runs down your spine as he continues mumbling lowly about the spread of wood sitting before him, your thighs clenching together hoping to relieve some tension. Even when he’s not there, Bucky still manages to hit every nerve and make your head fuzzy.

His tongue drags over his bottom lip before he pulls his plush lip between his teeth. A pointed stare and that ungodly sexy tilt of his head with the familiar click of his tongue, he grabs for the ax.

“But as long as she stays fucking still,” he slides a palm up the side of the swell of the wood– just like he does with your thighs– before smacking it, “I can split her for me.” His giant muscles move in a blurred rush, striking the center of the wood with a rough swing before bringing his arms back to repeat the action.

He groans, his breathing starting to get heavy as his display of strength and force causes your breathing to do the same. You sink back further into the pillows, dizzy at the sight playing out on your phone screen.

Thwack, he grunts. Thwack, he groans. Thwack, he takes a deep breath.

The sounds echo off the branches of the surrounding forest and ring through the small speakers of your phone, into your room as he picks up a steady pace.

Heat pools between your thighs, a warmth moving rapidly through every part of you. The fucking bastard.

“Come on bun, be good for me,” he groans through his heavy panting.

Fuck, he’s gonna be the death of you. Your hand slithers down your stomach, moving to the gusset of your panty, slipping underneath and between your folds.

But then you hear him.

“Hmm what do we have here?”

You drop your phone against your thigh as your head shoots up at Bucky, standing smug between the frame of your door.

“You liked my video, huh bun? Knew you’d be watchin’ it when I got home. Couldn’t fucking help myself, you’ve ruined me.” He makes his way to your stunned form on the bed, removing his belt before discarding his pants. He drops to his knees on the large bed, slowly crawling his way up to you.

“What– what do you mean?” you mumble, unable to help the squeak that leaves your lips as he tugs his shirt over his head, eyes never leaving yours.

“These thighs… I see ‘em everywhere. Can’t even do my job without getting distracted by you.”

You feel your slick dripping between your legs, your eyes wide and lips parted as he slowly continues to stalk up your body. His hands reach your shins, smoothing up the skin and leaving fresh tingles in his wake.

“Smell you from here, so fucking good. Been so hard all day because of that fucking trunk,” he groans against your inner knee, dragging his lips across your skin as his large hands wrap themselves around your thighs. “These thighs are gonna be the death of me.”

“Lemme in sweet girl, please. Need to taste you,” you whimper as he tightens his hold around you, parting your legs and kissing up your hot flesh. His hands dance along your stretch marks, kneading and softly scratching until you're shivering from his caress.

His tongue sweeps along your skin, lips caressing the harsh sucks and the delicious burn from his stubbled jaw. “How can I ever get anything done knowin’ that this is waitin’ for me, all the time. Fuck…” he moans when his nose briefly nudges at your clothed clit, your body struggling against his hold to close your legs around him.

His dark eyes meet yours and he chuckles, deeply. The vibrations rumbling throughout his warm body and spreading straight to your core. His fingers tease at the skin just next to your panty, sending goosebumps to trail down your legs and a whine to leave your lips.

“Can’t do that bun, gotta keep you open– fucking stay put for me,” he growls, sending a harsh smack to your thigh. His fingers stroke up and down the drenched fabric as he mouths at your innerthigh, enjoying watching you squirm and writhe helplessly under his hold.

You hear the tearing of fabric before you see it, cool air meeting your soaked core and causing another whine to sing sharply from your chest. “Please, Bucky…”

He warns you with a wink and a low laugh before sucking you into his mouth. Wet and warm kisses placed hungrily to your clit as his tongue prods and flicks in the way that sends your eyes to roll and toes to curl.

He licks up your folds, pulling your legs further apart and humming gingerly as he watches you tremble, your slick invading his mouth. His tongue works flat and hurried strokes, his warm mouth pulling at your swollen nub with harsh and ruthless kisses.

Your hands grasp for his hair, tugging him closer to you as he moans and hums around you appreciatively. You swear he enjoys this way more than you sometimes– almost. Two of his fingers find their way to your center, entering and curling to find that spot that only he can reach. “Fuck, Buck– so good, soso good...”

Bucky’s hot mouth pulses around you violently, his moans and grunts of pleasure tingling deliciously around you and sending rapturous sensations up your spine. His fingers find your spongy patch and stroke desperately, your back arching off the bed as best you can under his hold. His other hand grabs you closer, fingers harshly digging into the skin of your ass.

God it’s so good, so fucking perfect as he continues his intense ministrations, his tongue stroking you just right as his lips pull you impossibly deeper.

The knot in your stomach tightens, winding tighter and tighter as he sucks you further and further towards release. “Pussy gets so fuckin’ messy for me, all mine,” he growls against you, his spit and your slick dripping down the scruff of his jaw.

He dives back in, shaking his head from side to side as his mouth pulls you in, tongue flicking sharply as his kisses pulse around you ferociously.

His groans and the obscene slurping noises of his mouth send you higher and higher, merciless kisses sucking you so deeply your legs shake and your eyes fizzle to see white. You feel his harsh moans around you, come on bun, come for me, the words never leaving his mouth but you feel them all the same.

Your high hits you, vision blurred and a thin buzzing sound filling your ears. But he doesn’t let up, violent sucks and flat passes of his tongue against your throbbing clit, drinking up every last drop you’ll give him. You clench around his curling fingers, stroking and coaxing you through your release.

“So fuckin’ good for me, can’t help myself but think of you all the time, bun.” He smirks devilishly up at you from between your thighs, evidence of your orgasm dripping down his chest like a medal, proud and boldly worn all for himself. His hands stroke softly at your pliant and shaking body, soft kisses and whispers of praise pressed to your stomach as air returns to your lungs.

Your eyes struggle to adjust to the room, but his stare is impossible to miss. Not when he’s looking at you with such fire, such desire in the vibrance of his eyes like he needs you with every breath he takes.

He moves, hands pulling at your legs to pull you down the bed. He crawls atop of you, his dripping and throbbing cock hitting against his abs with each movement.

“Now, were you payin’ attention to my little lesson, bunny?”

Lesson? What lesson?

“You’re such a good girl for me, always so ready,” he rasps out. His hands slide to capture your wrists, pushing them above your head as he kisses up your neck.

“Need you to stay still for me– can’t do my job if you don’t stay fucking put,” his tongue sweeps across his bright swollen lips, licking at your slick coating his skin before moaning to himself.

He places both of your wrists in one hand, the other sliding down your body and teasing along the curves peeking out of his flannel you have on. His fingers skate across your hip, your body immediately seeking his touch and following his motions. He chuckles, grasping his cock before stroking over it, once then twice; spreading precum from his aching red tip around himself before lining up with your entrance.

He slides in, each torturous inch filling you with a slow roll of his hips. You both gasp as you clench down around him, his eyes fluttering closed as he bottoms out.

His other hand joins the one holding your wrists, sliding his fingers between yours to hold you firmly to the bed as he begins his rough thrusts. “Better not fuckin’ move,” he moans, his hot mouth attatching itself to the skin of your throat. He sucks a harsh bruise behind your ear, grunts and groans of air tickling at your skin.

He feels so deep, so fucking deep as his hips move. Each roll sends you deeper into the mattress, hurried and quick snaps of his hips forcing you to feel all of his weight behind each one.

“Feels fucking incredible, you have no idea how good you are,” he moans loudly, your warm and wet cunt gripping him so tight he can hardly contain himself from driving into you harder. Bucky changes his position, his thick legs working around his thrusts to push your thighs up against your chest. His hips falter, the new angle pushing him impossibly deep as a high whimper screams from the back of your throat.

You want to try and meet his thrusts, to melt yourself into the power of the pleasure he brings you– but he has you trapped. The sinful words he whispers into the shell of your ear and the forceful strokes of his hips cause your breath to escape you– all thoughts other than him and how good he feels to leave your brain.

“Look at you, shit– so fucking stunning. Come on, you can take it…” he croons, your body trembling and unable to do anything but lay there as he jolts his hips.

A harsh thrust causes you to cry out, ohfuckBuckyBuckyBucky chanted around the room and knocking the wind out of him.

“Fuck that’s it, there ya go bun, stay just like that. Gonna fuckin’ split you in two by the time I’m done with you…”

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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riding him too slow so that he gets mad & starts pounding u from below so hard all u can do is hold on and cry >>>>>>>>>>

To Be So Lonely

 Bucky Barnes x f!character

word count: 6.3k

warnings: smut, stalking, rough sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, f masturbation, very tiny mention of m masturbation, very tiny mention of breeding, anal, biting, size kink, oral f receiving, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, allusions to non consent

tags: @meetmeatyourworst​ @stucky-my-ship​ @greeneyedblondie44​ @harrysthiccthighss​ @sparksforkoo​ @bemine-bucky​ @thewritingdoll​ @buckysboobs​ @hallecarey1​ @la-cey​

a/n: This story is based off the anon ask, “So with it being spooky season and I love your writing. Can I request a don’t go into the woods with Bucky, or Lee. Like the woods are forbidden and the reader has always loved the woods” Now, I know Halloween has sadly passed, but, there’s always time for some nasty smut. Please, enjoy!  @bucky-soldat​​ always listens to my wild ideas and contributes many of her own to my fics, and this one is no exception. I wrote a Chase Collins fic similar to the forbidden woods trope if any would like to check it out! Find it here

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