#Moon Knight headcanons

[ivystoryweaver]

remembering these hc's and addition for my bdayyyyyy

Moon Boys Celebrate Your Birthday HC's

Based on this ask by @soulsforsales: How do you think the moon boys would treat you on your birthday???

Oh my goodness 🎂🎈🎉 Ok.

*angst warning, but mostly fluff

MARC

Birthdays are hard for Marc. So, so hard. They were when he felt most alone, forgotten and unseen.

It’s when he missed Randall so much he felt physically sick.

It’s when his mom refused to acknowledge her living son.

It’s when his dad made a feasible effort but ended up defending his abuser anyway.

So they’re difficult for Marc. But it’s your birthday. It’s you. And you would never.

Marc is going to overcompensate.

He had half-assed Home birthdays with no friends and a homemade cake. Those can be great if done well, but you’re worth more.

He’s going to make a reservation at an impressive restaurant the night before your birthday. It will be unique, intimate, romantic. Candlelight, soft music, delicious food and drinks.

You will have his undivided attention and be his only priority.

The fact that you are in the world is something he cherishes.

Intense eye contact will melt you into a puddle. He’ll keep reaching across the table for your hand.

He’ll pull out your chair and guide you along with his hand on the small of your back. Everyone will know you are his and this is a special day for you.

You barely make it out of the restaurant, just a touch blissfully tipsy, when his lips crash into yours

JAKE

^idk why I keep seeing this Drive guy as Jake lol

Jake will be celebrating, probably on the weekend closest to your birthday, maybe the night after.

There will be singing, in more than one language.

There will probably be dancing even if it’s just a quick couple of Salsa steps around the kitchen.

He cooks for you, making a huge mess. But it's yummy.

He wants you to smile and laugh. He wants to make you feel as amazing as you always make him feel.

He tried to decorate your cake, but it's hilariously bizarre. The two of you try to fix it and get into a frosting war.

It gets on the tip of your nose and cheek. Jake swipes it away and submits his thumb to your lips for cleaning.

You hold his gaze, dragging your tongue across the pad of his thumb before sucking it into your mouth.

Then you get the rest of your birthday present. For the rest of the night.

STEVEN

Steven doesn’t quite remember a lot of birthdays - not childhood ones anyway.

Memories are either absent, confusing, or completely a false shadow of what really happened to them.

He has to sort out his feelings about birthdays.

But again, this isn’t his birthday, it’s yours.

He’s waiting for you when you wake up. “Happy birthday, love.” He wants you to know right away that he’s remembered.

He gazes into your eyes and traces your lips with his fingertips.

"Steven," you whisper as he brushes his lips over yours.

You're late to work because of him.

He's done little things for you: your lunch is prepared, your favorite tea or coffee is in your favorite mug.

Your favorite sweater is clean and warmed in the dryer. He wraps you up in it before you leave.

When you get to work, there are flowers delivered, with a card. He is a classic romantic after all.

When you arrive home, he is positively giddy. He’s planned a scavenger hunt for you. It’s full of mischief and riddles.

You follow the clues, watching Steven's gorgeous brown eyes sparkle with excitement as his soft voice lovingly encourages you from clue to clue.

You finally get to the end and discover your present. Steven's taking you away on a trip.

Of course Marc and Jake will show up too.

The boys end up saying "Happy Birthweek" after a couple years of this. You’re worth a lot of celebrating.

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[lokischickadee]

I think what's funniest about this moment was the fact that this mf was in the middle of fighting a jackal and still had the time to make up a rhyme for his name🤣🤣🤣

[runa-falls]

steven is so puppy with the way he looks at you, bright and starry-eyed like you're the center of his universe. with the way he follows you around the flat, just to be closer to you. with that dopey smile he has whenever you say his name because he loves hearing your voice and to have your attention.

steven is so puppy with the way his body eagerly pushes against yours because he's convinced he'd die if he doesn't touch you right then and there. with the small whimpers that fall from his lips when you tug at his hair -- always followed by that shy blush when he realizes how needy and loud he's being.

marc is so puppy with the way he perks up at your praise, always striving to be a better version of himself so you'll stay with him. with how he buries his face against your neck in the middle of the night and finds comfort in your soft scent, reminding himself you're still there.

marc is so puppy with how he wanders around grumpily whenever you're not with him. he pouts and stares longingly at the door, waiting for you to come home, even when he texts you every hour to make sure you're thinking about him. with the way he greets you at the door with barely concealed delight before dragging you to bed so he can cuddle you (and more ?? >:)).

jake is so puppy with how he wants to protect you, to shield you from the darkness of the world, but also keep you for himself. with how he bites marks against your neck and rubs himself against you to mark you as his. with how he constantly reminds you how much he loves you so you'll never forget it.

jake is so puppy with how he's always there to quietly comfort you when you need it, someone to listen without judgement. with how he can gauge exactly how you're feeling because he knows you so well -- you're the only thing he cares about.

[jake-g-lockley]

City Lights (Steven Grant x reader)

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Warnings: mentions of Donna, Steven is too cute in this, I will swoon to death for that man A/N: So there was this boy, the best memories make the sharpest swords but I would like to turn any happy memory I have into something that you guys can enjoy. I love y'all <3 (P.s. Whatchu think of the lil collage I made ehehhehe)

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You couldn’t help the smile that graced your face as you stared longingly at the tall man in mismatched clothes who  stood hunched before a crying child. He kept a respectful distance but let the child cling onto his hand as the little boy sobbed for his mother. Steven Grant, the gift shoppist, produced a tiny plushie of Taweret from behind him. The hippo goddess seemed to bring the child a little peace as he started to sniff and rub his nose with the back of his hand. 

Steven tousled the child’s hair and started to tell him something. You didn’t need to hear what Steven was saying to know what he was telling the kid. As he knelt in front of the child, you were 100% sure he was telling him the story of the goddess Taweret as his hands started moving in animation. 

You averted your eyes just as you saw the kid’s mother hurrying towards him. Any longer and you would’ve either had two exploded ovaries or worse, you could’ve started drooling like a Saint Bernard all over the perfect polished floors of the museum. A few seconds later, you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. You turn to see big tired eyes boring into yours, perfectly glinting in the dim lighting. You couldn’t help but smile at them, forcing yourself to tear your own away from them before you get lost in the deep chocolate goodness. “Hey.” the British drawl wrapped around you like a warm blanket. “Hey.” you smiled, blinking up at him. “So, uh, we're still up for dinner today love, or…?” Steven scratched the back of his neck as he leaned towards you, a timid smile gracing his beautiful face. “Of course, Steven.” you quickly say as your hand pats his strangely strong bicep. Steven’s timid smile grew suddenly confident as he flashed you his pearly whites, and you were sure that you might just topple over from the force of it. Instead you give him a big smile back and squeeze his bicep, taking a step away. You guys were not going on a date, it was just the ordinary weekly dinner you had scheduled with Steven. You certainly didn’t look forward to the day, that's certainly why you didn’t check your phone about a hundred times to see what day it was over the past week. Your dinners with Steven were the best, it was so wonderful yet took so little effort. You both had found a little pizzeria down the road from the museum and it sold the most wonderful handcrafted pizza and had a great selection of wine (you were definitely a cocktail girl but you loved stealing wine from Steven). You gazed at the glow of the city lights as Steven chatted away about the stock issue that they were having in the museum. “I keep telling Donna that we don’t need to keep ordering the stupid sweets because the kids don’t actually like spending their penny on overpriced museum sweets anymore…love, am I boring you?” Steven suddenly said. You swore you turned bright red at his statement as you ripped your gaze away from the lights. “Steven! No, you’re not, I just got distracted. The lights, look! They look like fairy dust and everything seems so calm today.” You blabbered away and watch as a smile grew on Steven’s face. You frowned at Steven’s wine that he was swirling in his right hand. You bit your lip and when you looked back up at Steven’s face, you realised that he was already looking at you, his smile turning into a smug smirk. “I know you’re gonna ask for it, no matter how much you hate it.” he wiggled his eyebrows at you. You huff and reach out for the glass before bringing it up to your lips and taking a sip. Your eyes widened and Steven’s smirk became more pronounced. The wine you sipped tasted like no other. You had never tasted anything that went down so smooth before and you were weirdly delighted by it. “I asked for the more expensive kind today.” Steven said while he leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms and legs. “What's the occasion?” you asked curiously, raising your eyebrows as you carefully set the glass down on the table. “You’re right, today does seem a little more special.” Steven’s voice dropped an octave lower as his eyes now stared at the lights you were looking at moments ago. You rested your chin on the palms of your hands and stared longingly at Steven’s jaw and exposed neck. You wondered what it would be like to wake up in the morning with your face in his neck, breathing in his familiar comforting scent, legs entangled, your hands brushing his soft fluffy curls. You long to press soft kisses on his sharp jaw, you long to see marks blossom on the nape of his beautiful neck, but most importantly, you longed for his presence. 

As the night progressed, you too ordered a glass of wine as you didn’t want to keep stealing Steven’s. Your head was swimming happily and you had no thoughts or worries, the only thing running through your brain was how pretty the man in front of you was. You were intoxicated with how the light in the restaurant casted a glow on Steven that made him more ethereal than usual. You never knew how pretty someone could look like but you also knew that his kindness was the prettiest part of him. He was the most genuine person you knew and you were positive that he did not have a bad bone in his body. His heart was so pure that you just wanted to hold it, protect it. But Steven Grant was so perfect that he healed something of yours that he never broke. Now Steven and you were walking along the river Thames and trying not to giggle as you helped to steady each other. “Can’t believe you paid the bill when I thought you ran off to the bathroom.” You gently slapped his bicep and hiccuped. “I am a gentleman.” Steven tilted his chin up with a huff which made you giggle. Now what you didn’t notice was how hard Steven was straining to not kiss you silly as he watched you hang onto him like a baby koala. He had always wanted to kiss you, your beautiful smile the first thing that pops up in his head in the morning since the day that he met you. He tried to listen as you babbled away about your friend’s boyfriend issues but he was just intoxicated by the animated way your hands would move as you talked away without a fear of the world. Not too long later, you slumped on a bench and pulled Steven down with you. A strong breeze huffed through the air, which made you shiver and shift closer to Steven, which he didn’t mind. You turned to look at him and he was already looking at you, his face illuminated by the city lights and you thought he looked nothing more than an angel in disguise. In a moment of uninhibited courage, you suddenly leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Steven's lips, your heart pounding with both excitement and fear. To your surprise, Steven's response was not one of shock or hesitation, but of eager reciprocation, as he pulled you closer with a tenderness that took your breath away as you gasped into his mouth. His lips were so soft and you could taste the pizza and wine you just had as your hand rested and caressed his jaw. You pulled away and smiled the second Steven’s face came into view. He had a dopey smile on his face that made your heart skip a few beats as you searched his eyes. 

"What took us so long to do that?" you whispered, unable to tear my gaze away from his.

"Wanted to wait for the right time, my love" Steven murmured, his voice soft and tender as he rested his forehead against yours.

In that moment, amidst the quiet of the night and the wine-induced haze, you knew that kissing Steven was definitely the best decision you had ever made in your life. You sighed and kissed Steven’s cheek before leaning your head on his shoulder, admiring the city lights that blossomed along with your love for him. 

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[flaccid-rats]

I like to think that if Steven ever becomes a tour guide at a museum every time he gets to the alters/statues/art/what have you of Khonshu, he always says in this super chipper voice and this is my very good friend Khonshu! And all the little kids are like wow you’re friends with the moon god?? And Steven’s like you bet I am! in the most disgustingly cheerful voice ever.

But he’s not.

He’s being completely sarcastic with it.

[thedevilsoftruth]

Ain't nothing... nothing better than the mere thought of making love with Marc Spector.

Jus.. just Marc Spector..

Marc Spector, who'd be so gentle with you the first time he'd have you underneath him. " is that good, baby? " " tell me if it hurts. " " I know, baby, you can take it. " Who'd start off slowly, making sure you adjust to him well and be careful to not hurt you. He'd stimulate you by rubbing your little clit with his thumb as he gets a bit faster with his thrusts. He'd give you little kisses on your forehead and soft caresses all over your body. " mm.. fuck so pretty. " " yea, you're doing so good, sweetie. So, so good for me. " He'd do nothing but give you praises and compliments. he'd do nothing but truly make sure you were happy and comfortable. He'd finish off and then eat you out as you orgasm. " You did so good, baby. " " my precious girl. All mine. " He'd clean you off afterwards and shower you in kisses and cradle you in his strong arms until you fall asleep.

Marc Spector, who after letting you get used to him, would get more rough with you--or maybe he's only getting rougher because he's so stressed out all the time. Nonetheless, that pretty white tie he wears around his neck while being Mr. Knight is going around those pretty little wrists of yours. No more sweet, slow, romantic missionaries and side sex. If he's going to have you, your face is down and your ass is up, his dominant hand is resting on your back and his other hand on your ass. If he deems it necessary, your hands are going behind your back as he fucks you into oblivion. " yea, look at you. Making all those noises for me and getting all messy beneath me. "

Marc Spector, who'd rub your thighs anytime you're sitting next to him. Who'd give you hugs from behind and pinch your ass lightly. Who'd fuck you literally anywhere like the kitchen, the living room, the backyard of your house, a dressing room, ect. Who'd have you in the backseat of his car and losing himself inbetween your thighs. Who wouldn't flinch when you tugged on his hair and dug your nails into his back. Who'd get drunk with you at a party and dance with you, your back pressed against his chest and his hands on your hips as you both sway the night away. Who'd get hard against you and fuck you in the bathroom later.

Marc Spector, who tells you strip for him if he wants to see you. Who'd start you off by having you on his lap and barely giving you the tip as he covers your neck in bites and sloppy, rough kisses. Who spanks you when you're not grinding against him fast enough. Who puts his thumb in your mouth to shut you up. " this fucking needy? I'm only halfway in and you're already a mess. " Who'd throw you down on his bed, get in between those thighs and throw your legs above his shoulders and completely lose himself inside you. " You like that, baby? 'Course you do if you're whining like that. " Who'd, when you're on the verge of climax, pull out and filp you on your stomach and get mad when you complained. Who'd smack your ass until it was bright red with print of his hands and pull your hair for stability. Who'd be so fast with it that you felt like the air was being knocked out of your lungs and you couldn't breathe. Who, wouldn't only make you come once in that night, but would make you fucking squirt during your last orgasm. " Did you enjoy that, baby? I think you fucking loved that. " Who'd tease you before eventually releasing all over your form. Who'd make you get some of his seed between your shaking fingers and make you taste it.

Marc Spector, who would apologize after tearing you apart becuase on the inside, he doesn't want to hurt you.

[female-hysterics]

How about professor role play with Steven Grant? 😩😩😩😩😩😩

Omg he would love this!

Steven might get into his "role" a bit too seriously, would be so excited for his "lectures", and you would be sitting there in your micro mini dress and no panties completely turned on because smart Steven is a sexy Steven.

Eventually, you have to push him against his desk mid-speech and blow him right then and there, looking up at him from your spot on your knees as he watches you while tangling his hand in your hair to guide your movements to what feels best for him, all while still mumbling through his "lecture".

Of course, it's sprinkled with "Oh, love, you feel so good." And "God, your mouth is divine. Take me deeper-fuck just like that."

By the time his spills inside your mouth, he’s fully fucking your throat with hands fisting in your hair tightly and a look of love on his face, and you are positively dripping down your thighs. You try to pull away, but he makes a small noise of complaint, and you keep his half-hard cock deep in your mouth while you look up at him in confusion. He pets your hair comfortingly.

“I wasn’t done with my lecture, love.”

[blue-sadie]

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You being a artist while dating them

Steven Grant

He gets you specific things like bowls, mugs, plates, vases etc just so when he sees them or uses them he thinks of you, definitely not so if in the future they find it they'll know how much of a great artist you are.

When he finally gets the courage his asks you to teach him how to paint his curiosity sparked by watching you paint and how you get so involved with each swipe of the paint brush.

If you ask to paint him, he'll become a babblering mess, his breath catching in his throat while his cheeks turn dark red, if he agrees he'll be fidgeting with his hands the entire time.

His most prized possession from you was a vase you brought from Walmart it was plane white intill you had a free afternoon, you painted some of his favorite gods onto it even wrote a little message in hieroglyphics which he stares at everytime he misses you.

Marc Spector

He let's you doodle all over, when watching a movie he gives you his arm to doodle on when your bored, he stares at each thing you've drawn in the mirror when you have fallen asleep, he takes a photo of each one compiling a album of all of them.

He'd rather watch then join and if you 'convince' him he'll begrudgingly join in but he'll get distracted easily and just stare at you instead.

He'll be all bashful if you ask to paint him he'll joke about being naked while posing dramatically but he gets more intrigued and curious as he sees you go into great detail capturing his every detail.

His favorite was a little doodle you did while he was sleeping his naked chest was just a blank canvas waiting to be doodled on it was a little moon with a fox sitting on it with his tail hanging down you have to make him not tattoo it on so he was a photo printed out next to your guys bed.

Jake Lockley

He's more of a classical person and buys you different size canvas so he can hang them around the apartment to make it more homey and so the apartment will feel like you even if your not there but also staring at the paintings calms him down.

He's a brave man no one can deny that but never in a million years will he get enough courage to ask you if he could join he's to scared he'll ruin the paints or break the paint brushes.

He'll refuse at first but as he sees the more effort you put in into asking him he'll cave but you'll have to tell him to smile or remind him to stay still.

He loves the big canvas painting you did of your guys first date it was in a coffee shop by the ocean he finds just by looking at it he gets the fuzzy feeling again he felt on the date.

[bqdzmaru]

marc spector who folds your clothes up for you so they are ready for you in the morning when u wake up because he got used to it from his time in the navy. marc spector who hates being late, who is so ordered and clean and stiff. marc spector who makes sure he always smells nice. marc spector who spends his money on a collection of perfumes. basically, neat freak marc spector… in this essay i will—

[traveller-of-the-knight]

Ok, so!

You know all the "Doctor Strange Astoprojects the mk system and we cinematically see the three alters slipping out of the body.

But but but hear me out!

What about Dr. Strange trying to push one person out of his body and failing because it is actually a system and he needs more strength to push them away.

So Strange would hit their chest multiple times expecting something to happen but uh-uh nothing and poor Steven tries to get away from him.

Eventually he puts more effort and manages to do something, that is making Jake front by pushing Steven away from the front and suddenly gets slapped by him.

Jake gets into a fist fight with Strange while Strange tries to use his powers to teleport Jale away from him.

Eventually he manages to astroproject them for a second and he sees Jake and Marc splitting from the body holding hands until Steven pulls them back in.

They are together in this they won't let anyone separate them, Strange needs to try harder.

[ivystoryweaver]

Hello Ivy! Could I please get some headcanons for marital bliss with the Moon Knight system? Congratulations on 1000! 🌹

Moon Boys Marital Bliss

.✧ ˚ Being married is getting to hang out with your best friend all the time˚ · .✧

Heyyy, thank you so much, I love this prompt!

fluff, domestic life, romance, slightly suggestive, gn Word Count: 625

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Steven loves having someone to come home to - someone who made vows to him. It's very grounding for him after a quite confusing existence previously.

Sometimes he gets distracted during his work day just imagining you walking in the door - your scent drifting down the hallway, the timbre of your voice - the allure of your eyes

The cool weight of his wedding band anchors him when he is apart from you and often so easily dismissed by others.

He’ll smile to himself and rub his thumb across it, imagining the way your eyes will sparkle with excitement to see him.

He can’t wait for chance to pull you into his arms and bury his nose in the spot just behind your ear. “Missed you, love.”

Steven is your menu-planning, vegan-shopping, bumping-elbows-while-washing dishes buddy. Dinner is always an adventure (and a mess) with this one.

You’ve never flirted so much while doing chores.

Steven makes life interesting, like an exploration. He's always seeking something - wanting to know more about the world around him, the history before him, and everything that makes you tick, that makes you happy, that makes you fall apart in his bed.

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Marc is so so neat. His past taught him to blend in, fade away, disappear into the background

You hear a groan if your jacket hits the chair when you get home. You gladly pick it up because you hate cleaning the bathroom and Marc keeps it spotless

Showers with Marc are sweet or spicy. He always washes your back, caresses your skin and kisses you senseless. It's your favorite place to have his undivided attention.

You love bumping shoulders with him while you brush your teeth. He is a nonverbal communicator, so you relish the chance to watch him the mirror. Those smoldering brown eyes will rake over your form, whether you're in an oversized t-shirt or your best outfit. (or nothing at all)

It's lovely having someone organized and clean - it takes some pressure off, and it's a relief to not have to pick up after someone sloppy.

Marc is intense and devoted - you're the center of his universe and you know it. You could go an entire day without him speaking a word, and you still know. Long fingers brush your arm, heated kisses fall on your neck, longing gazes set you on fire.

And nothing shows you his intensity and devotion more than when you spend all night in his arms.

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Ever since you moved into a house with a garage, Jake is in his own little heaven.

You never took your husband for a "man cave" kind of guy, but he loves to tinker with his car, have a drink, watch baseball and get into all sorts of projects

Sometimes you catch him with grease smudged on his forehead - somehow Jake makes any look sexy

He teaches you how to take care of your car - change a tire, stuff like that

Sometimes you bring him a beer and hang on to him. He secretly waits for you to do this - for you to seek him out, to cling to him, to need him

And you do need him. Jake loves to take care of you but he fully understands you can take care of yourself. The trust you give him means everything to him. No one has ever trusted him before now, or even really known him.

He loves the privacy the garage affords him - it helps him recharge his personal battery. But before too long, he'll always conveniently want to show you a thing or two - before he does a thing or two to you in the back seat of his car

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moon knight headcanons:

they make you cry during a fight

note: once again, my personal headcanons. jake’s kinda sucks because i haven’t seen enough of his character 😭

i have a lot of inspiration to write for the moon boys, so if you have a specific scenario for a headcanon that you’d want to see, please comment or send it to my ask box

also… y’all interested in other oscar character headcanons..? like poe dameron, santiago garcia, jonathan levy, or even a mister miguel o’hara? let me know :)

steven

steven hates arguing. 

but it happens from time to time. 

and he is absolutely wrecked the moment he sees those tears.

“no-oh bloody hell-luv-“

he immediately moves towards you, cupping your face, trying desperate to wipe the tears away.

“darling, i’m sorry—i’m sorry—i never meant-“

would definitely start crying as well, and pull you into a tight hug. 

he holds you close, patting your head, running his hands through your hair, “i’m sorry. for everything.” 

from that day forward, he did his absolute best to have calm conversations and to not argue because he could not bear to see you in such pain ever again.

marc

now this man is very stubborn. very. he’s a master at arguing. 

he lies his way through anything if he can get away with it. 

but one night, he takes it too far. 

when he sees your tears, he is silent. unwavering. 

he knows he fucked up. just like he does everything, or so he thinks. 

it takes a few minutes for him to snap out of it before he moves towards you, slowly, cautiously.

he then will open his arms for you, “c’mere.” 

marc will hold you close, whispering in your ear.

“i’m sorry baby. i’m so sorry.”

that’s how you will stay. just quiet. alone. together.

marc cannot promise that he’ll stop arguing, it’s in his nature to bicker. 

but he can promise that he’ll never cross a line to where he brings you to tears ever again.

jake

for a man with homicidal tendencies, he’s honestly a sweetheart. 

he shuts up the moment he sees you crying. 

begins mumbling in spanish, cursing himself before approaching you. 

jake isn’t a touchy feely type of guy, but he’ll take your hands in his, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“lo siento, cariño. forgive me.” 

he immediately wants to forget about it, so he proposes to do something for you. make dinner for you, help out with chores, he’d do anything to see you smile after what he’d done. 

jake lockley may be a lot of things, but never does he want to be the man who you cry over.

[scarletttries]

NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Steven Grant + Sex Tape: (prompt list here)

(part two of these 'recording' headcanons)

- After the heart-warming success of his first accidental intimate recording with you, Stephen would find himself revisiting that tape over and over again. Any time you have to leave him for a weekend alone, out comes his little camcorder so he can eagerly relive that special night and try his best to make up for missing your touch that night.

- But as much as he loves that precious gift you left him, he can't help but want to make a new one, something you both create together and maybe even equally could enjoy together on another night. He wouldn't be able to ask out right though, instead he'll drop a dozen tiny hints, mostly about how much he loved that first tape, and how incredibly beautiful you look when he's making you feel good, and how much he loves you, and loves having that precious memory documented to relive over and over.

- You'd of course give in to his less than subtle suggestions pretty quickly, his response to your video just the sweetest thing you could have imagined, and feeling so safe with Steven that you don't have a single worry about that footage going anywhere, or looking less than perfect, or anything like that because you know that man respects and worships every cell of your being.

- You pick a date for your very special date night, picking out a new set of lingerie for the occasion (and because it's so fun to surprise Steven with something new and watch his little brain immediately melt down to a mumbling mess.) By the time you get to his flat there's more candles lit than in a cathedral, and he's spent a week's pay of a very special bottle of wine that you once got as a present and so generously shared with him, on a night you two passed giggling sweet nothings to each other.

- After a glass of that sweet thoughtful gesture you two find yourselves all hands again, so giddy with excitement as you stumble towards the bed that you almost forget to turn on the camera, Steven reluctantly pulling himself away from your lips just long enough to oh so kindly ask,

"Love, are you sure you're alright with this? We don't have to if you're worried at all, I'm just so grateful that I even have one video of you. Or that I get to do this with you at all." You cut him off before he can start monologuing about what a privilege it is to be in your life in any role, the lovestruck man staring at you with stars in his eyes, so in awe of everything about you.

- You suitably reassure him that you feel just as lucky to love him, and finally you start the camera filming, pulling him towards you until you're confident he's framed in the shot, slowly moving your lips to his neck. As you lick and kiss your way along his throat, drawing soft strangled sighs from the nervous boy, your fingers trace down his shirt and start pulling it at his buttons one by one, until finally you can push it off his shoulders and reveal his broad chest to you and the camera. You can't stop yourself from running your hands over his muscles, looking forward to rewatching this moment and stopping Steven from folding inwards or hiding himself from the camera. You can tell he's still up in his head a bit, not as passionately exploring your form like it holds the secrets to the universe the way he usually does.

- Trying to draw his focus, you tip him back on to bed and climb on top of him, pulling your dress over your head and giving him a full view of the special outfit you had on underneath. His jaw drops and his eyes practically shoot out of his head as he starts excitedly babbling about how 'truly perfect you look' and how 'every colour seems to have been made for you', and suddenly his stage fright is forgotten and he's pulling you back in for a kiss as his fingertips trace along the lacy fabric, before slipping underneath your panties and rubbing slow circles against your clit. You find your hips moving in time with his rhythm, the excitement of knowing Steven would be able to watch this moment again enough to heighten the sensations. As your temperature starts to rise and your thighs start to twitch you make a point to arch your back and gasp out his name for the camera, immediately earning a groan from Steven as he starts to buck against your hips.

- You pull his fingers out of you with a whimper, and make quick work of undoing his belt and sliding his pants down his legs until his manhood springs free, letting you take a long slow lick of him that has Steven panting and begging for more. As you slip your lingerie to the side, mounting his lap and hovering just above his leaking tip, you notice his eyes drift behind you, the red blinking light pulling him back to reality from his throws of passion.

- Less than pleased that Steven is able to look anywhere but up adoringly at you, you slam your hips down against his, taking his full length in one breath and clenching down on him at the deliciously full feeling of having him buried inside of you. Right on cue his turns his attention back to you, gazing up at you in shock as you cup his face in your hands and state very clearly in your most seductive pur,

"Now Steven, the least you can do is keep your eyes on me."

"I'm sorry love, I just remembered about the - but it doesn't matter, I promise, I only want to look at you." Taking mercy on him, you start to roll your hips, before you finish your negotiations,

"That's good to hear, because any time you look at that camera, I'm going to stop moving." You pause your riding in emphasis as his gaze turns pleading, nodding quickly and begging you to move, promising to be good as you go back to sliding your hips against him, drawing out louder and louder groans that start to fill the room around you. You watch as his eyes trace along your content face, your bouncing chest, your wiggling hips, and finally your glistening entrance where he can see himself glide in and out of you, your own excitement dripping onto him with each thrust. It's almost too much to take and he feels his climax quickly approaching, his fingers returning to strum against your clit as he tries to hold off his release. Then his eyes dart behind you for a split second and suddenly his building pleasure starts to drop as you still your hips, desperate apologies falling from his lips in a plea.

"I'm sorry love, I didn't mean to, please keep going, you feel so incredible..." His core is aching with the tension bubbling inside it, so close to release and having no choice but to let you sit there on his throbbing erection until you see fit to forgive him. Luckily for him it's very hard to act mad at those puppy dog eyes, and when his touch feels so good between your thighs you know you won't be able to hold off much longer either.

- "I just need you to keep those beautiful eyes on me okay Steven?" You sound merciful, and he lets out a sigh of relief, until you add "and definitely don't let them close."

He's about to ask what you mean when suddenly you start bouncing on him with every ounce of strength in your thighs, riding him faster and harder as you feel him start to tense beneath you. He keeps his eyes firmly locked on yours, mouth hanging open in sheer ecstasy as he watches the confident smile on your face start to fall into an o as you get closer and closer the edge. He works you with his fingers, holding back his own climax and praising you as you climb higher and higher, finally crying out his name as your wall clench around him, your whole body shaking with the overwhelming release as pleasure washed over you. Steven is right behind you, his hips lifting up off the bed as he erupts inside you, legs trembling and hands clutching at your waist, making sure you can't possibly climb off of him.

- You collapse against his chest, resolved to spending a little longer with him deep inside you, Steven's arms only coiling around you tighter as he presses soft kisses to your forehead and pants out that he loves you so bloody much.

- It takes a little while for either of you to get up to turn off the camera, Steven finally volunteering to leave the bed, only to grab the camera of its stand, step back towards you, aiming the lens at your satisfied face before letting it drift down your spent body, stopping when he sees his own load drip out of from between your legs and feeling himself start twitching with excitement again. The last sound the camera picks up is Steven mumbling quietly to himself, "how did I ever get this lucky?"

[heroinnne]

“are you okay?”

marc asks, gripping your arm and checking you over for any lethal injuries, his brows knitted in worry.

“i’m fine.” you say, wiping away at some blood that was on your cheek from a cut.

the two of you are in the aftermath of another fight — and you got caught up in the crossfire, and bravely — or stupidly, depends on where you see this from —  you had jumped in to defend marc.

“you shouldn’t have done that.” marc says, pushing off your hand and wiping the rest of the blood off of your cheek.

“marc, i told you —” he cuts you off, “it was stupid and reckless.”

“marc —”

“do you know what would've happened if i didn’t get there in time?”

“i’m —”

“you could’ve died, y/n!” he cries out, and he doesn’t know what he would've done if you did, you weren’t meant for all of this, the fighting, the violence, the hurt.

you were too fragile, too chaste.

and he was all you had for protection at a place and time you shouldn’t have been at.

“and it would've been my fault.” he continues, his voice gruff and weak, and his hand shakes in yours, and you notice the tears welling up in his eyes even as he casts his gaze down so you wouldn’t see.

“marc,” you say softy, cupping his face in your hand as you tilt his head up to face you, and when a tear slips, you wipe it away with your thumb, “i’m okay.” you reassure him.

“look at me,” you say softly, “i’m as good as new.” you try to joke to lighten the mood but it doesn’t work.

you lean in closer, pressing your lips against his in an attempt to comfort him, to ground him to your presence.

it works as you feel him melt into the kiss, his hand holding yours and he knows that you’re here.

you pull away slight from the kiss, and you whisper against his lips,

“come on, let’s go home.”

[athenaderiva]

Sharing a Bed Headcanon

Moon Knight System x Reader

Fluff of course

Marc

- Marc likes to make sure you’re safe

- He is always touching you to make sure you’re still in bed with him

- If you even stir he wakes up, checking that everything is okay

- When he has nightmares, you just being there soothes him

- He strokes your hair to help you relax after a stressful day at work

- 100% the big spoon

Steven

- Alternates between big spoon and little spoon, depending on how your days went

- Sometimes he likes to have his arms around you so he knows that you’re still with him, that you’re okay, that nothing has happened

- But sometimes he just needs you to be wrapped around him

- He’ll read to you, helping you both to get some sleep

- He loves to feel your heartbeat while you’re asleep, the steadiness helping to relax him

Jake

- Loves to watch you sleep. You look so peaceful he can’t help himself but stare at you

- Jake does not spoon with you.

- Instead he wraps his arms around you and pulls you so your leg is over his stomach and your head is on his chest

- He presses gentle kisses to the top of your head as you listen to his heartbeat

- He sings Spanish lullabies sometimes, if you can’t sleep or if you’ve had bad dreams.