#jake Lockley

[pigeonmama]

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*Random man speaking shit about Steven*

*Steven looking like a kicked puppy*

Marc: I'm gonna hit the living shit out of this guy.

Jake, calmly: it's not necessary amigo.

Marc: why?

Jake, pointing at Y/n: just look.

Y/n standing up from the table, running towards to the guy: IF YOU DARE TO SAY ANYTHING BAD ABOUT MY BOY I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR WINDPIPE AND TEAR OUT YOUR FUCKING SPINE. GET IT?!

Marc: holy shit.

Jake: yeah. Holy shit.

Steven: mates.. . Don't wanna break the magical moment but Y/n is choking that man.

Khonshu, from the corner: FINISH HIM LITTLE HUMAN!

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

M’kay, I’m wondering how would period sex with Vampire Steven Jake and Marc be like? Anything you want, but if this ask makes you feel uncomfortable, it is totally understandable! 💋

I'm okay with that! <3

I'm so sorry it took me a millenial to finish.

Period sex with the Vampire Moon boys:

Cw/triggers: Smut, nsfw, blood, oral(f! receiving).

A/n: Okay I will say this: Vampires + Period = a pretty cruel combination.

Of course the boys hate it when you're in pain every month but its safe to say they just can't turn off their needs and especially not when it involves blood. You basically have them to keep you clean, and they can get to feed too.

Jake

You're pretty much doomed if he senses you're about to get them. Literally smells you ovulating a mile away. Has no self control especially when he just got back from hunting, being all exhausted. Then he remembers you being on period and gets hungry on spot again.

The first thing Jake usually does is fingering you, getting you prepared before diving down to lap away at your already overstimulated pussy so he can get some feeding done while at it.

He enjoys giving you orgasm after orgasm with his mouth before giving you the final one with his cock. You're a whining mess after Jake would be done with you.

In the end, he just licks his lips, satisfied with himself and his achievement.

Steven

He already starts getting suspicious when you're having an eating urge days before you're about to get your period.

Smells it the second your ovulation starts.

Good lord have mercy on you when you're having them and Steven is around. Not that he's worse than Jake or Marc, but he is a goddamn enjoyer when it comes to eating you out. He doesn't care about the blood, he would gladly spend hours dipping his tongue into you no matter how messy he gets.

Steven this absolute madman will only stop if you're begging him, otherwise he'd lose himself in it and spend half a day down on you.

It really helps him when he gets hungry. He wouldn't want it all to go to waste.

Wants you to have your heating bottle on your belly, especially if they're strong. Has a towel underneath you to prevent a mess.

Steven read about orgasms soothing your cramps, so it should be a win-win. You should expect to be immobilized for atleast some time. He wants to help you after all.

Marc

He kind of has your cycle memorized, and if he catches the familiar scent of you ovulating, he gets excited!!

The moment you get them, he prepares the towel and heating bottle for you. Then before you could ask what he's doing, he already has you spread out for him, his arms slung over your thighs, gently preventing escape.

He is used to get bloody, so you bleeding isn't doing anything to him. Blood is blood to him.

Marc pretty much does this almost everyday to you. The more orgasms you get, the less pain you have. You should thank him.

He's similar to Steven, eating you out until you're begging him to stop. But even then, squeezes another one out of you with his cock.

If he is really feral he wouldn't bother with any preparation, getting you into the bathroom so he can feast undisturbed. Way easier to clean up too.

After he's done with you, your muscles definitely need a break.

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Side comparison of Marc and Miggy is giving me life

Proof that Miguel is really modelled after Oscar’s expressions

[darla107]

I'm crying this is so beautiful!! ❤️

It’s a blazing 107 where I live right now, I’ve had nothing to drink but Smirnoff ice and haven’t slept in 30 hours- have some more sappy Jake Lockley/Miguel O’Hara art.

Bonus tiny Bird-Dad with his moon.

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[ohanaya-mkn]

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[oddballwriter]

Adding onto this post I made earlier today on my main,

The Moon Boys life living in a cottage/cabin in the woods

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- Steven has entered his grandpa era /pos

- He just cooks and bakes, growing their own food in a garden, and knits and reads at night. He has reached peak cottage core. He is so cozy

- Has knit so many blankets and sweaters, and mastered pie making. At this rate he’s just waiting to get gray so that he has achieved his final form

- Jake has become a lumberjack. He’s just… become a lumberjack. He found a flannel button up (somewhere) and is just chopping and storing wood for the fireplace and stuff

- Even though he’s mostly depicted as a city boy I feel like he just has that innate desire to just live out in the woods and live off of the land that all men have in them for some reason. Reject city, become lumberjack

- Picks up wood carving as a hobby, there are many little wood carvings of animals and such around the house. Has considered making and selling some just to have an excuse to make more

- Marc also does crafts with the wood too. Idk where I heard this but somebody said that Marc would be at home in a hardware store and now I’ve come up with the hc that he likes to do carpentry as a hobby

- Most of their furniture is made by Marc. From the coffee table, to the shelves, and other stuff. Jake cuts down the wood and leaves the big ones for Marc so that he can make something.

Idk something about them just living in a cabin or cottage just seems correct to me.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

MDIAJXPJWPXJD OH MY GOSSSHHH!!! THIS IS EXCEPTIONAL!!!

Blossoms & Whiskers

prompt: painting

pairing: jake lockley x f!reader

contents: anxiety, a couple kisses, avoidant love confessions

wc: 1.1k

an: the first of hopefully many promotional fics for the @moonknight-events’ bingo @juneknight & i have going on right now. DISCLAIMER: as a event runner i will not be entered in the drawing for prizes. this is promotional only.

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As soon as you enter the flat you know who’s fronting. There’s the faint smell of paint wafting through the space and the covered canvas that Jake keeps easeled in the living room is gone. The window to the fire escape is open and there’s a mason jar full of murky water in your view. His hand appears, dipping and swirling the brush.

“Jake?” You yell as you kick off your shoes and hang up your light jacket.

“Out here. I’ll be in in 20,” He calls back distractedly through the window, hand disappearing.

You’d never seen Jake paint, it was something he’d picked up in the last few months and something preferred to do on his own, like many other things in his life. But, you always like to imagine the expression on his face. Brown eyes under a furrowed brow, intense and scrutinizing as always. His nose scrunched in concentration, the tip of tongue sticking out the corner of his full mouth like it does when the two of you play Jenga. The lines he paints are as sharp and precise as the lines of his body.

You peg him for a structured modernist, dependent on clear contrast and definite shapes. One day you hope to no longer guess, you hope that he’ll share even the smallest bit of his art with you.

You decide to take a quick shower and put on a kettle for some tea. By the time he’s slinking through the window carefully with the canvas, you’re curled up on the couch with a book. His eyes linger on you, enjoying how incredibly cozy you look.

“Took longer than expected,” He explains as he sets the painting back on the easel, turning it away from you.

You don't look up when you respond, “It's alright, honey. Cover it up and come snuggle.”

Jake is quiet for a handful of moments, unmoving. Finally he says, “It's finished.”

Your eyes freeze on the page, but you don’t move. Your interest in piqued. “Oh?”

“It’s for you. I’d like you to see it.”

“Are you sure?” You ask gently.

“I’m sure. Always sure about you,” He adds his voice is still quiet, but firm.

You grin, throwing your book on the floor as you stand, uncaring about what page you were on. Jake was sharing this with you. For a moment you wonder if he’s shared this with Marc or Steven at all– they’d mentioned giving his privacy. But if he was sharing this with you, certainly he’d shared it with them.

“Eyes closed,” He instructs, and you quickly follow suit. “Good girl.”

With your eyes covered, you can hear your own breath more clearly, hear the quiet drag of the easel against the wood floor. Hear his quiet, even steps.

His hands come to rest on your waist, and you feel his mouth brush the shell of your ear as he whispers. “Open for me.”

You open your eyes to rows upon rows of your favorite flower. The sun hangs low in the sky, just beginning to dip below the horizon, a few clouds dotting around. It’s much brighter than you ever imagined. Jake is a conglomerate of neutrals and darks, leather and basics. To see so much color, such an obvious lightness from his own hands stuns you. As you take more in, you see a black cat frolicking through the stems, batting at one of the flowers. Its eyes shine mischievously.

It’s your turn to fall quiet, your eyes whisking over the canvas time and time again, drinking in all you can.

“Don’t comment too quickly,” He says dryly, his hands squeezing your hips.

“Oh, Jake, its beautiful,” You breathe softly, taking a small step forward to examine it in further detail, wanting to see each and every stroke.

He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, that comfortable warmth that you bring to his chest multiplying tenfold. “You think so?” He asks, trying to sound noncommittal.

“I know so. Is this cat supposed to be ours?” You point to it, grinning up at him. He’d mentioned his want for cat a few times, but it wouldn’t be a possibility until the lease was up so that you all could move to a pet friendly place.

Jake hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickering to you before they return to the canvas. Jake was the last of the boys to come around. Your relationship is the newest, and though it is no less sweet, no less passionate sometimes he struggles to be open with you. You’re patient, knowing that every piece of the man standing beside you is worth waiting for.

“It's supposed to be me,” He admits quietly.

“You?”

“The cat is me, and everything else…is you.”

“Me?”

He grows quiet again, trying to figure out what to say. He so desperately wants you to understand. You gaze up at him, watching as he mulls things over, gathering up the words to tell you what this all means to him. What you mean to him.

“Its me, basking in everything that is you. You love the sunset, you love pointing out shapes in the clouds. You love these flowers. There’s more there, more intention that I could explain. But I hope that one day, the cat, that you’ll—“ He stops, realizing that he’d got too carried away. He was about to show all his cards.

You raise a hand to cup his cheek tenderly, “I do. I do already, Jake. It’s easy.”

His gaze grows more intense as he studies you, searching for any dishonesty. There’s not a drop in your eyes. “Me too.”

Jake didn’t know it could be this easy. Sure neither of you have said the words outright, but he can feel it in the way you look at him right now. You lean in, closing the gap between you to press a soft kiss to his mouth before, one he gets lost in. And when you pull away, you simply turn back to the painting. Your hands reach out, fingers wiggling and his hand darts out, grasping yours.

“It’s still wet,” He reminds you, squeezing your hand gently before he lets it go.

“Right, sorry,” You murmur sheepishly.

All of this has you feeling a little shy— held but with hands that are afraid you’ll break. You could ask him to say it, you could say it yourself but you know that things are the slowest with him. Sometimes you have to treat him like the cat he’s painted. He’ll spook easily, retreating into solitude.

You tuck the idea of asking for more in your back pocket. Another time. Instead you ask, “So…where are we hanging it?”

Jake relaxes. He knows your thinking face, could see you weighing the pros and cons. It feels good to know how you feel about him and even better to know how well you know him.

He drops a kiss on your forehead before moving towards the fireplace. “I was thinkin’ here.”

“I’ll go get those sticky strip thingies,” You say, marching towards the closer that holds everything from spare linens, holiday decorations and yes— sticky strip thingies.

“Command strips,” Jake corrects you, snorting softly under his breath.

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The soft hum of the car engine barely covered the awkward silence as you shifted in the driver’s seat. Marc sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, his expression as unreadable as ever. He had offered to give you driving lessons—well, you had made him offer, after pretending you didn’t know how to drive. It was all part of your grand plan to spend more time with him, given how much he had been juggling with Khonshu’s missions and the whole "shared body" situation with Steven and Jake.

You twirled your fingers on the steering wheel, looking more like someone playing a game of pretend than actually trying to drive. The crisp afternoon light bathed the car, but inside, it felt like the sun had set ages ago with the tension. You glanced sideways at Marc, your stomach flipping. Maybe you had pushed it a little too far this time.

“Alright, let’s go over this again,” Marc said, his deep voice pulling you out of your thoughts. “First, adjust the mirrors. Then, check your surroundings before pulling out.”

You nodded, squinting at the rearview mirror. But instead of checking for traffic, you ran a quick hand through your hair and touched up your lipstick. Marc’s eyes narrowed, noticing immediately.

“Y/n,” he sighed, “are you seriously—?”

“What?” You blinked innocently, fluttering your lashes at him. “I checked my makeup, I’m good.”

“That’s not what I meant.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You check the mirrors to make sure no one is behind or beside you, not to reapply your lipstick.”

You stifled a laugh but shrugged. “Multitasking?”

His eyes narrowed even more, the kind of look that meant business. You were tempted to play dumb for just a bit longer, but you knew pushing Marc was like poking a bear. And bears had claws. Marc Spector’s claws weren’t far from the surface either.

"Y/n, I know you can drive." His voice was deadpan, and you nearly choked on your own breath.

"What?" You gawked at him, but the sheepish grin tugging at the corner of your lips betrayed your act. "No, I—"

"Don’t even try it," he cut in, leaning back in the seat, clearly unimpressed. "Steven’s seen you drive before. Jake’s seen you too. Hell, even I saw you last week when you thought no one was watching."

You bit your lip. Damn it, of course they would remember. "I mean, you guys are always busy. Can’t a girl want some attention?"

Marc sighed again, though this time there was a hint of amusement in his exhale. "You didn’t have to pretend you couldn’t drive for that."

You shrugged. "Worked, didn’t it?"

He shook his head, but there was a smirk playing on his lips now. “You’re unbelievable.”

A sudden shift made you realize someone else had taken over. Steven’s softer voice broke the air. “Love, if you wanted to spend time with us, you could’ve just asked nicely. No need to pretend to be hopeless behind the wheel.” His British accent still had a way of making you smile, especially when he looked at you with those wide, earnest eyes.

“Okay, okay, guilty as charged,” you admitted, finally throwing in the towel. “I just wanted some one-on-one time with you guys.”

Steven’s gaze softened. “That’s rather sweet, actually.”

“Well, if you’re gonna play like that,” came another voice—gruffer, heavier. Jake. “Maybe we should teach you something else in the car, cariño.”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks flushing despite yourself. Jake had a way of turning even the simplest moments into something more intense. His smirk sent a shiver down your spine, the heat between you two suddenly palpable in the confined space of the car.

Marc’s voice interrupted your thoughts as he came back into control. “Jake, focus. We’re here to teach her how to drive.”

“Pretty sure she already knows,” Jake retorted, his tone thick with implication. “Maybe we skip the driving and go straight to—”

You cut him off with a playful punch to Marc’s arm, knowing Jake was still listening. “I think I’m done with the ‘lessons’ for today.”

Marc looked at you with raised eyebrows. “You sure?”

“Yep,” you popped the ‘p,’ unbuckling your seatbelt. “But thanks for the...attention, guys.”

You got out of the car, feeling the weight of their collective gaze as you walked back toward the apartment. You had barely made it halfway before you felt Marc’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back against him.

"Not so fast," he murmured in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "You started this game, now you’re gonna finish it."

A heated exchange followed, the tension bubbling over as the playful banter turned into something more intimate. Marc, Jake, and Steven—each of them surfaced during the passionate moments, a shared intensity fueling the fire between you all. The confined space of the car seemed to shrink with each passing second, your body pressed against Marc’s as you navigated the tangled web of their personalities, feeling each of them come through in different ways.

Hours later, as you lay entangled together, Jake’s voice broke the silence. “So, what’s next? Flying lessons?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation catching up with you. "Yeah, sure. Maybe I’ll pretend I don’t know how to walk next time."

Marc chuckled lowly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

And with that, the tension melted away into comfortable laughter, the trio—Marc, Steven, and Jake—all settling into the quiet rhythm of your shared life. A little chaos, a little humor, but always...together.

[ivystoryweaver]

Jake is determined to protect her now!

Spectre

A Moon Knight Halloween Love Story

Event #11: One Missed Call

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Summary: Jake has to face you, knowing he missed your call the night you died

Pairing this chapter: Jake Lockley x f!reader

Word count: 1.3k

Content: angst, slight miscommunication, the yearning, not beta'd

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PREVIOUSLY on Spectre…

"Cálmate, mi amor."

The smooth voice of your partner washed over you as you blinked, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

"J-Jake?"

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"Jake?" You uttered, stretching out your hand for him.

Only his silhouette appeared from the shadowed corner, but a moment later, his hand found yours- fingertips touching your own, hesitantly. As close as he'd moved to you now, standing by the bed's edge, you needed more - needed him close.

You yearned to feel the strength of his arms, or at least feel the bed dip under his weight as he sat next to you, but something held him back.

"Jake, what's wrong?" You panted, your voice sounding more frantic than you intended. "Why aren't you in bed? Were you out working?"

"No," came his soft answer. Withdrawing his hand, you heard the shuffle of his bare feet across the old floor, the sound of it soothing you somewhat. At least you didn't hear the thump of his boot. So he must not be ready to leave and go out.

Scrambling for the lamp, you tried to calm your breathing, wondering why your newly gifted life would now contain panic attacks regularly. You came up empty, having forgotten that, while in your spectral form, you actually broke the thing.

"Jake," you gasped, pushing off the bed and reaching out for him. "W-where's the light? Why won't you come to me?"

Before you finished asking, he was by your side - his warm breath heating your cheek. "Corazón," he whispered. "Está bien." He steadied your arms but didn't envelop you in his arms.

You weren't the only one short of breath. Jake had woken up beside you and freaked right the hell out. Steven had tried to calm him - tried to explain, but you actually being here scared him right out of bed.

"Jake," you repeated his name like a touchstone, like a prayer. "D-did they tell you? That I'm here?"

"Si..." He voice trailed off as he swallowed thickly.

"I missed you," you breathed as he gathered you close and eased down onto the bed, pulling you tightly to his chest.

"Si...mi vida." He touched you all over, pressing you impossibly closer. Your breath mingled as arms held one another desperately, his mouth seeking out your own.

The feel of you warm and alive only added to the guilt squeezing his heart like a vice.

Kissing you a moment longer, you felt disappointed when he pulled away. "Get some sleep," he urged, sitting up beside you as you lay there.

"I-I don't want to sleep. I've already slept a lot, I'm up," you let him know, climbing back up to sit beside him. "Besides, I missed you."

Humming out an agreement, he nodded once before his gaze dropped to his lap.

"What's wrong?" You softly implored, winding your fingers through the curls behind his ears. He leaned into your touch, so he must not be afraid of you, or off put somehow. Maybe he was angry?

"I know how strange this is," you attempted, trying to connect with him somehow. "Believe me, I keep panicking. It's hard to believe I'm even here."

All the air rushed out of him in a tortured exhale, and when his eyes met yours, even in the dark, you could see the glisten of forming tears.

"I'm sorry," he brokenly uttered.

Whispering his name, you traced his cheek with your fingertips. "Why, baby? None of this is your fault."

Shrugging you off, he pushed off the bed as if your words, or maybe your touch stung him physically.

Exhaling shakily, you remembered your nightmare. "You're angry with me."

His head jerked around. "What? No."

"You are." Emphatically interjecting, you rose to your feet. "You're mad that I was coming to see you the night I was attacked."

Steven would have reassured you. And you could read Marc's silences almost as if they were your own thoughts. But Jake had never closed off from you like this. Jake spoke his mind always - half the time, in jokes.

But he was silent now. Stone cold, and physically withdrawn.

"I'm sorry," you offered up a pained whisper. "So sorry I caused you pain."

He said nothing, simply staring at the wall in tormented silence as if it would give him comfort, or answers.

Unwilling to push him to talk, and realizing he clearly didn't want to be touched, you tried to figure out what to do. You didn't feel particularly sleepy, but the sun wasn't up yet, so you climbed back into bed and turned on your side, facing his back.

The silence that followed was almost as deafening and frightening as the Dark Place, and you hated yourself for almost wishing another alter was with you right now. Just so you would have a tether to warm light instead of cold darkness.

But he did not leave you there for long.

Easing down to lie beside you on the bed, he still kept a touch of distance between you, speaking in Spanish toward the ceiling, like some sort of confession.

my fault you died

you were coming to see me

should have protected you

i'll find him and kill him

Allowing him to ramble for a few minutes longer, you resisted the overwhelming urge to throw your arms around him and soothe him, or at least attempt to.

He finally settled down and said nothing long enough that you wondered if he fell asleep, but his hand reached for yours. Linking your fingers through his, you let him know you were awake, listening.

Drawing a steadying breath, you finally spoke, hoping not to spook him. Ironically, he seemed more at ease with your spectral form than he was now.

"Jake, I found the ring."

Feeling a subtle squeeze, you found the courage to continue.

"I...thought I ruined the surprise, but - for weeks, an engagement ring sat in the drawer and no one said anything. It was killing me," you tried to gently explain.

"I knew Marc didn't want to get married, so... I thought Steven bought it," you pressed on. "But I realized Steven wouldn't do it without Marc's ok."

You sighed, relieved to finally be free of your burden. "I had to talk to somebody. It was a spur of the moment thing. I was coming to the city to talk to you, to ask you..."

"Marc bought it," Jake gruffly whispered. "But, uh...try not to be too hard on him. He was going to propose on your anniversary. Our anniversary. It was a surprise."

Tears blinded your vision for the hundredth time in the brief time since you'd existed back among the living. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to leave you and ruin everything."

Jake rolled over and folded you close, tenderly hushing you before silencing your worries with the strength of his arms and the heat of his tongue.

He held you and kissed you like this, so hard you would lose your breath, only for him to pull back to share your breath, to feel your heated warmth on his lips. He buried his stubbled chin in your throat, nuzzling your pulse point, and allowing his lips to feel the gentle thrum of life, quickening as he made you shiver with want.

"How could you be sorry for anything?" He brokenly murmured, fingertips ghosting exposed skin, as if still checking to make sure you were real.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm supposed to protect you."

"You're sorry, I'm sorry, it doesn't change anything. I just don't want to go back to the dark."

"You won't," he swore, climbing out of bed and pulling you along with him. Pushing back the curtains, he guided you to stand partially in front of him, gesturing up to the cloud-covered sky.

Wordlessly, he summoned the Moon Knight suit, its bandaged, ancient whites and sleek midnight blacks wrapping around his body perfectly. "I serve the god of the moon and the night sky. You will never be in the dark as long as I'm around." With a dramatic wave of his hand, the clouds in the sky parted and revealed the moon - clear, bright and shining, illuminating the bedroom window and the hard floor beneath your feet.

Turning your face up to the moon's glow, you basked in it, as if it were sunlight.

"The darkness fears me. It won't touch you again."

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[oh-tobeafrog]

ok… imagine a moon knight and daredevil crossover where dd has no issues fighting the invisible jackals because the dude cant see shit anyway. moon knight is like “you can see them??” and matt, not wanting to reveal his blindness but having no idea theyre invisible, is just like “yeah i can see of course i can see”

moon knight then assumes dd is an avatar of an egyptian god. bc what else? so, naturally, moon knight asks “what god do you serve?”

“jesus”

“what??”

“im catholic?”

“what???”

[faretheeoscar]

All of Oscar appearances in the new What if Episode

Credits to zeremy on IG for compiling them

[escarabajo-official]

I'm curious to see the two interact with one another. 🌙 🕷