#jake lockely my beloved

[oscarisaacsspit]

take my hand, wreck my plans, that’s my man 🫶🏽

[phantomspiderr]

Right

Pairing: Jake Lockley x afab!reader (established Marc Spector x reader)

Word Count: 3.9k+

Summary: Who knew being apart for weeks is the thing that sends you both over the edge ~part 2 to this beauty Wrong~

Warnings/Tags: 18+ SMUT, unprotected p in v, fingering, oh sweet virgin!jake, also touchstarved!jake if you squint, edging, both switch!Jake&reader(?), oral (m receiving), little bit of fluff sprinkled in, cursing, smidge of manhandling

a/n: okayyy this was completely self indulgent… I’m feeling a type of way and my heads fuzzy now. I’m glad so many of you enjoyed the first part and honestly can’t thank the anon that requested this enough. As always thank you so much for reading🥰

You stand in the hallway, excitedly buzzing at their front door. You can’t stay still, the impatience of not seeing them for 3 weeks finally gets to you as you wait for the door to open. “Hi,” you have the widest smile on your face as the door finally swings open. For a second you’re not sure who’s fronting, their face is almost expressionless. It could be either of the three but you don’t get a moment longer to ponder. You’re pulled past the threshold and straight into his chest with a thud. His arms are wrapped around your shoulders in a firm hug, it catches you completely off guard at first but quickly you melt into him. Your arms slide around his waist, hands clasping at his back and you tuck your head into his neck. It feels so nice to be back here, it’s as if your body is able to relax for the first time in weeks. They’re here and they’re safe.

“You smell so good,” your nose brushes against his neck, smelling the aftershave that normally clings to your clothes after you leave them. It has a comforting effect every time you smell it and it seems to have an extra level to it after being apart for so long. “I missed you,” you get up on your tiptoes to kiss his jaw and then his cheek before leaning back as far as you can still in his embrace. You’re beaming up at him unable to hold in how happy you are and now he’s smiling too.

“I missed you cariño,” one of his hands comes around to stroke your cheek and your eyes fall shut, the small affection something you’ve missed dearly. His fingers curl under your jaw and gently he pushes your head back just a little. He takes his time to lean down and capture your lips with his and it takes everything in you not to let out a quiet moan. 

“Hello, mi amor.”

“Hi, Jake.”

Your cheeks hurt from how long you’ve been smiling and it’s only made worse when Jake’s eyes crinkle in the corners, a rare sight that really only you truly get to see.

“I really missed you,” Jake’s eyes look over your face slowly and he hums in response but he looks like he’s really thinking about what he’s going to say next. 

“Show me how much you missed me.”

You blink up at him a few times, unsure you heard him correctly but the way his eyebrow raises and his smile turns more into a smirk, you know you heard him right. His hand slides down to hold your neck, pulling you into another kiss.

“Are you sure?” You breathe against his lips and he nods before you’ve even finished your sentence. It had been months of carefully getting to know each other, months of patience and heavy makeout sessions that pushed the boundaries. Building trust with one another had been so important to Jake and therefore it was important to you. The conversations about what you were both comfortable with and what you both wanted, had done things to the imagination but now it’s happening your mind’s gone a little blank. “We can take it slow,” Jake hums again before pulling you into another kiss, “we can stop anytime.” He’s moving to kiss your neck already and at this point, you’re breathing is becoming more ragged, “you can change your mind at any-”

“Hermosa,” Jake pulls his head away enough so he can look down at you, “I am trying to fuck you, please let me.” 

Your eyes grow wide and you nod your head, quickly moving one of your hands up to the back of his head. You pull him down to kiss him this time, it’s desperate and needy. His hands sweep down your body until they rest on the backs of your thighs, he’s crouched awkwardly for a second before he hoists you up. You squeal his name, and your legs instinctively wrap around him while your hands hold his face between them. He has you giggling between kisses and even more so when you realise the front door was still wide open. Jake has you secured around him with one arm wrapped around you, the other reaching behind to close the door before he can press you up against it. He’s back to kissing your neck, strong hands massaging your thighs while yours slip into his hair. 

“This isn’t really me showing you how much I missed you,” you’re breathless and it’s funny how he’s got you in such a state already. He draws himself back so he can look you in the eyes, that signature smug expression all over his face. 

“Oh, you want to show me?” Again you’re nodding, feeling a surge of confidence come out of nowhere. “Okay hermosa,” he just barely brushes his lips against yours, “show me.”

Gently he pulls your legs from around him and drops you to your feet again. Something within you switches and the urge to please him, make him feel good, to show him just how much you missed him takes over completely.

Your hands smooth down his neck and over his chest, eyes locked on his as your fingers slowly move to the buttons of his shirt. Only briefly do you look away, mesmerised by the way your hands steadily expose him more. His chest is rising and falling so fast you think maybe he’s nervous but when you look up at him he’s nothing but confident. A hand comes up to hold your cheek, the gentle affection stark in comparison to the thoughts you’re having. You crane your head up to kiss him again, a little more forceful than before and your hands finally slip under his shirt. Jake sucks in a sharp breath at the contact but he moves instinctively when you push the material from his shoulders. Jake, with your help, tugs at it until it drops to the floor. The clean crisp shirt is now uncaringly wrinkled in a pile. The kisses grow more fervent as your hands delicately explore his newly exposed skin. Your nails graze against his sides and it causes goosebumps to break out all over his body. Your fingertips follow the waistline of his trousers, enjoying the deep breaths he has to take in. 

“Don’t tease.” It comes out mumbled against your lips and you have to chuckle that he thinks this is teasing, it’s more appreciation and taking your time. As if to prove that point you do it again, agonisingly slowly your fingers brushing against the skin just above his waistband. This time he deeply rumbles out your name and it’s your turn to be smug, feeling your ego grow a little. 

You show him some mercy, your hands moving to his belt and meticulously you begin undoing it. Suddenly, you find it amusing that Jake’s already half-naked while you still have your jacket and shoes on. So, you pull your hands away from his half-undone belt and a whine escapes him.

“Need to even it up,” you breathe out as you start tugging off your jacket. Jake’s hands quickly fumble to help you before it’s even off his fingers are pushing up the hem of your top. He’s pulling the material up your torso while you’re still yanking the jacket sleeves from your wrists. Then his lips are back on yours, a feverish kiss that makes you feel dizzy. It’s clumsy the way you’re dropping the jacket and trying to kick off your shoes all while Jake tries to strip you of another layer and kiss you desperately. You have to be the one to pull away so he can pull the top over your head. It’s barely off before Jake’s back to kissing you, his hands holding onto your face as if you might disappear and you can feel him getting lost in it all. The excitement mixed with some nervousness you know is lying beneath that’s getting him a bit carried away. Your hands move back to undoing his belt and trousers, remembering the task at hand. Jake gasps when one of your hands slips into his trousers, his forehead pressing into yours as he takes a few steadying breaths. 

“You tell me to stop if it’s too much okay?” He doesn’t respond, still breathing hard even though you haven’t moved your hand. You call his name and he just starts nodding, humming briefly.

“Use your words, honey.”

“Yes-okay-please, cariño.” He’s absolutely gone already, it’s satisfying the way you’ve managed to make big, scary Jake turn into absolute incoherent mush. You press a final quick kiss to his lips before ever so slowly you sink to your knees, Jake watches with surprise unable to say or do anything but watch you. 

You’re taking your time, not once taking your eyes off of his trusting that your hands can move blindly. They tug at the now undone trousers until they’re pooled at his feet, and then teasingly your nails graze up and up the outside of his legs. His eyes snap shut and his breath shudders when your fingers reach the edge of his underwear, he has to steady himself by leaning a hand against the door. Jake’s reaction makes you beam with confidence, so, your hands move, your fingers hooking under the material and dragging them down just enough. You try your hardest to fight off a grin as you note the way he sucks in a sharp breath and holds it there.

“Breathe, baby.”

Just as he focuses on breathing a normal amount, his eyes blinking open, your hand brushes over his cock and sends his breathing into a frenzy again. It’s endearing how sensitive he is, how reactive to your touch his body seems to be, there’s no hiding how he feels. You stop teasing, the need to see him wither more becoming increasingly more urgent. Delicately you place a kiss on the tip of his cock, absolutely revelling in the way his mouth drops open. Your eyes shift away from his face now, focused solely on the way your hand slowly starts to move up and down his cock and how he lets out such pretty little noises. Then his fist knocks against the door when you slowly push him past your lips, a string of unintelligible words following. You look up through your lashes and unexpectedly find him already looking down at you. His normally slicked-back hair is unruly, now strands fall onto his forehead and his eyes are half-lidded with his jaw completely slack. He’s an absolute sight and he lets out the most heavenly moan when you suck on the tip of his cock.

“Okay, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.” His hand contradicts his words as it cups the back of your head and pushes him even further into your mouth. However, your hands grip his hips and gently push him away. You don’t even get a chance to ask if he’s okay because he’s pulling you back up onto very unsteady feet. Your back hits the door but his hand shields the back of your head from the assault and you’re back to kissing. Your head is dizzy from how fast he’s moved, however, the pressure of his lips on yours again is a welcome distraction to the numbness in your legs. His hands are suddenly back on your thighs and he’s pulling you back up to wrap your legs around him, a groan catching in his throat when you grind up against him. Your hands fall into his hair, combing through the rough curls. You can feel him moving now, trying to walk you both through the flat and he stumbles completely forgetting about the trousers still wrapped around his ankles. There’s an instant shock from both of you but then you’re giggling while he attempts to kick them off.

“Sorry,” he looks back up at you, his features dropped in fear he’s ruined the moment. Immediately you start shaking your head, shushing him between kisses you gently place on his lips. You nudge his cheek with your nose so he’ll turn a little and you can press more kisses to his skin, moving down to his neck while he more cautiously takes steps this time. You take your time sucking bruising marks onto his neck, taking great satisfaction in the sigh he lets out when you graze your teeth along the top of his shoulder.

Suddenly, he’s pressing you down onto the cold kitchen countertop and you’re squealing while desperately clinging onto him. A chuckle rumbles deep in his chest as he pulls back to look at you, his fingers gently graze your jaw before he angles your head up more and just barely skims his lips over yours. 

“You are so beautiful, mi amor.” You can feel your heart tighten at the sweet statement, your bottom lip jutting out just a little. For a moment, you just gaze at one another, smiles slowly growing the longer you look at each other. “Now,” his hands are back on your legs, slowly inching from your knees to your hips, “I think you’re still wearing too many clothes, no?” Your teeth sink into the inside of your bottom lip and you nod quickly. Jake grins at your eagerness before he’s pulling at the waistband of your trousers, with your assistance he manages to take off both your trousers and underwear. “That’s better,” he says dropping the material and moving closer again. Your arms wrap around his neck in an effort to keep him close and now, it’s your turn to be sensitive as his fingers lightly touch your now exposed thighs and your body shudders. Slowly, they move like they had before, up and up until his hands rest on top of your thighs. You don’t even realise your breathing has picked up, your eyes glued to his as you wait in anticipation. He smiles at you while his thumbs rub soothing circles against your skin. Your legs instinctively relax, opening ever so slightly wider and Jake seems to take that as his cue to move again. One hand moves off of your thigh and your hips squirm when Jake’s finger finally touches your pussy, your arms pull him closer until your foreheads touch. He takes his time dragging his fingers up to your clit which causes your legs to flinch, attempting to close but instead they just clamp around Jake’s hips. 

Your mind’s gone completely blank, solely focused on the way his fingers repeat what they’d just done. Then they’re gone and you whine at the loss, pulling your head back from his just as he raises the same hand that’d just been touching you to his mouth. Jake pushes two fingers past his lips while holding eye contact with you and your head is so cloudy you just watch, mouth falling open. Jake’s smirking after he pulls them from his mouth, his eyes scan down your face and then he’s tapping his wet fingers against your bottom lip. You let him slide the same two fingers into your mouth, and he deliberately presses against your tongue before dragging them out again. For a second, you draw your eyes away from his to look at his fingers, the wet digits glimmering in the light. Your eyes then flicker between his hand as it moves down again and his face, finally settling back on his face just before his fingers reach your pussy again. Jake watches as your eyes fall closed when he finally touches you again, one of your hands slipping from his shoulder to hold onto the edge of the counter. He’s fully satisfied with the way you’re reacting when he’s barely done anything, all the months have built up to this exact moment and he doesn’t think he’s ever been this genuinely excited for something in his whole life. He moves agonizingly slow as he circles your clit a few times, content with the way you whimper and your breathing quickens. Shamelessly he stares at your chest for a moment, enjoying the way it rises and falls rapidly and suddenly he wants more. Jake’s quickly become addicted to the sounds you make and he wants more of them, he wants them louder until it’s all he can hear. So, he casts his gaze back to your face because he wants to watch your reaction as he slips two fingers slowly into you. He’s more than happy when your mouth drops open more and you harshly suck in air. The arm that still hangs around his neck moves, your hand sliding into his hair and holding him in place—like he’d want to be anywhere else right now. 

You start panting as Jake moves his hand, pulling his fingers out almost completely before steadily pushing them in again. He builds his pace slowly, trying to memorise the way your panting turns into whimpers and then into quiet moans but he still wants more, he still wants you to be louder. His hand moves just a fraction quicker, the palm of his hand hits your clit with each thrust and it feels so good. Your fingers ache from how hard you’re gripping the edge of the counter, your other hand tugging probably a little too hard on his hair as you dangle on the edge of your climax already. You’re so close, just a little more and… he stops moving. His hand freezes, fingers still buried in your pussy and you’re clenching around him, begging for him to move as your climax begins to fade away.

“You didn’t think I’d forget cariño?” You’re dazed for a second trying to work out exactly what he said, “I need to know you remember who’s making you feel this good.” 

“Jake!” You want to punch him straight in his perfectly smug face.

“See you’re learning already,” he chuckles when you raise your hands to your face, you were so close to cumming you could cry. 

“Now, you keep saying my name until the neighbours know it.” Jake starts thrusting his fingers again with no warning and you gasp, the air doesn’t feel like it’s enough so you keep gasping in more. Your hands have moved to grip his shoulders, nails roughly digging into his skin. 

“Come on, cariño.” Your brain finally registers what he’d said before and his name tumbles out your mouth over and over again. The cocky bastard’s grinning now, pulling you back to that edge unbelievably quick and then he just stops again. He pulls his fingers from you this time and you cry out, completely upset that he’d hold onto this grudge and be so mean about it. 

“Just one more, I promise.” He contradicts his punishing hand by placing a delicate kiss on your cheek, waiting just a moment for you to come down. This time he presses his thumb to your clit, moving so slow at first until you whine his name and he shows a little mercy by speeding up. You’re so sensitive from being so close to your orgasm that it doesn’t take long for you to again be right there. You’re at the point you’re chanting out his name sprinkled with curse words and you’re just about there-

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Your forehead hits against his shoulder and Jake has the audacity to laugh as you cry out, thoroughly frustrated now by his cruel punishment. He’d completely removed his hand again and apparently, he found it funny as you practically begged for him to keep going.

“I know hermosa, I’m sorry.” He sure doesn’t sound sorry. “This time, I promise.”

Unexpectedly, you feel the head of his cock taps against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. You pull your head back up again, looking at him as his free hand comes up to hold your face. You think you must look desperate and you are, you’re desperate for him to finally fuck you and you’re even more desperate to cum. Both of you move at the same time, nudging your noses against each other before sharing a heartfelt kiss. You barely pull apart, holding each other close as Jake moves his cock against your pussy. His hand falls from your face to firmly hold your hip as he unhurriedly pushes into you. He’s so careful, watching for any slight indication he’s going too fast but he’s somehow unbelievably perfect. He does stutter about halfway when your pussy clenches around him and he has to bury his head in between your neck and shoulder. Both his hands are now splayed on the counter on either side of you, holding himself still for a second to recollect himself. Somehow you manage to scoot your hips closer to the edge of the counter, your legs hooking around his hips and changing the angle so much his cock slips further into you. A strangled moan falls from Jake’s lips and that urge to see him whither comes back tenfold so you try to pull him even closer. Your hand that had been gripping the counter coming around to his lower back, that paired with your legs tug him closer and one of his arms tightly winds around your back. His fingers dig into your side and he grunts out something you don’t understand but then suddenly, he’s moving his hips at a moderate pace. It catches you off guard and your grip still in his hair tightens, you press the side of your face into his. This time he doesn’t take his time to build a steady pace, slamming into you over and over as you both moan. You’re so close again and you’ll do just about anything to cum this time. The hand that was pressed against his back slips around so you can now touch yourself, your fingers circling over your clit feverishly and almost immediately your pussy starts to clench.

“Fuckfuckfuck-” Jake’s hips falter, the arm around you pulling you almost off the counter. He recovers quickly and continues to thrust into you with slightly more difficult as you clench uncontrollably now. Entirely focused on how close you are to cumming finally, Jake’s thrusts become a little more forceful and you’re completely gone. His name comes out in a whine, your fingers moving just a little faster as your climax hits you hard. It feels unbelievable and it is almost worth all of the edging you received. Almost immediately Jake’s thrusts become shallow and deliberate, your pussy spasming around him causing rough groans to ring in your ears. You’re still on a high as Jake cums, his forehead still pressed to the place between your neck and your shoulder and you can feel his quick pants against your collarbone. You have to remove your hand from your pussy as his hips keep rocking into you as he cums, your entire body becoming oversensitive. Slowly, he comes to a stop still completely submerged inside you and for a second you both try to focus on your breathing, attempting to get your racing hearts back to a normal rate.

“Hi,” you breathe out when he raises his head. Jake looks so shy, his cheeks are completely flushed and he can’t keep his eyes on yours. It makes a smile grow as you tug his head closer, pressing your lips to his and you can feel him smile into the kiss. Jake pulls away only to bury his head in your neck again.

“Hermosa,” you whisper, combing your fingers through his hair which earns you a satisfied sigh mixed with a faint chuckle.

“Hermoso.” He quietly corrects which makes you smile even more, your heart fluttering a little when he kisses your collarbone.

“Hermoso then.” You whisper again before pressing a kiss to his head, content with just holding him like this for a minute.

[cowboyabunga]

🌙a moon boy on the moon for moon day🌙

[luckyheart-67676]

I want the moon knight system to cum in my mouth

[moons-dunes]

Moon Knight text posts - Marc Spector edition

First post! 🌘🌗🌖🌑🌔🌓🌒

[deadqueerboys]

Jake: I told Steven his ears flush when they lie.

Marc: Why?

Person A: Shh, watch! Hey Steven! Do you love us?

Steven, covering his ears: NO!

Marc: that is adorable.

Jake: I know!

the fact that is Jake who thinked abt that is so cute

[stevengrant-enthusiast]

Deserve

Summary: You decide to end things with the boys after a spiraling episode, but Steven convinces you otherwise.

Paring: Steven Grant x gn!Reader

Rating: Angst, Fluff? Cursing

Warnings: Talk of hopelessness, mental illness, bpd symptoms, cursing. Established relationship. No use of y/n

Word Count: 1.8K

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Notes: Hello everyone I’m back!! I hope you guys like this little angsty thing I wrote. I’ve been feeling shitty lately because of my bpd and writing this helped. Sometimes it just feels so helpless and your mind thinks in complete black in white. It’s not fun for the person with borderline and their significant other, which really sucks. Sorry for any grammar mistakes or if it doesn’t make any sense, I wrote it at like 4 am per usual. 

♥ ♥ ♥

It was a normal Saturday. Nothing in particular was wrong, but it usually started that way. You had a lazy day in Steven’s flat. He and Marc and Jake were away for the day on some moon knight business. Nothing unusual. But still, you couldn’t shake off the disgusting feeling you’ve been carrying the last few hours.

When you and the boys were together, you saw the world in rose colored glasses and felt as if nothing could break you down as long as they were by your side. It was a feeling you weren’t used to- you never let anyone get this close to you. You were afraid of the person they turned you into: hopeful, safe, and happy. It wasn’t a bad thing, but when they were gone, along with their reassurance, you fell into a deep hole that made you irrational and see in black and white. That’s why for so long, you didn’t let anyone get too close and merely observed the world from an arms distance. But when you met them, your world shifted. For the first time ever you found yourself relying on another person for the safety and love you purposely deprived yourself of. Their words and comfort was something so foreign to you, but still, you didn’t want to lose it ever. But sometimes your brain just spiraled out of control and made you think so irrationally and illogically. You didn’t want to lose them, but their assurance also made you afraid that your emotional baggage was too much of a burden for them to handle. They didn’t deserve that. No one did. If you were alone, you couldn’t hurt anyone the way you always thought you did. 

So after some hours of contemplation, you decided that leaving them was the right thing for you, but more importantly, for them. You knew deep down that this was just another impulsive feeling and a defense mechanism, but sometimes you couldn’t control yourself. Today was just one of those days. 

You sat on the living room couch scrolling through the text messages between you and sweet Steven. He always used smiley faces and lots of fun emojis. It made you smile. For a second, you faltered. Your heart told you that leaving them isn’t a good idea, but your brain said the opposite: “you’re doing it for them. They don’t want someone who is so unstable. They deserve consistency, don’t they? That’s something you can’t ever give them. It will hurt in the beginning but in the end, it’s the best choice.”

Your heart dropped when you heard the sound of the door unlocking. Steven walked into the flat with a duffel bag around his shoulders. He greeted you with the same enthusiasm he always gave you and dropped the bag to the floor. 

“Hello love! Sorry I’m so late, things ended a bit later than expected… is everything alright?”

He could already sense the bitterness in the room’s atmosphere and on your nervous smile. 

“Yeah” your voice broke “I- I just need to talk to you about something.”

“Alright, what is it love?” His voice was higher and quieter as if already attempting to soothe you. He rushed to your side on the couch and took a seat next to you, hips touching and eyes drenched with worry. He didn’t know what to expect from your tone of voice, and he had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be a fun talk. 

“I’ve been thinking…” you began “I think.. we should go our separate ways from now on.” You voice trailed off at the end. Steven was silent and wondering if he heard you correctly. 

“I’m- love, sorry what? Why are you saying this all of the sudden?” He gave a confused chuckle. You could see his hands tensing and balling up into a fist on his lap. His gaze didn’t leave you for a second, though. You couldn’t look at him and placed your attention to his shoes, adverting his piercing stare. You could already feel the tears pricking the corner of your eyes and suddenly you realized how unprepared you were. How were you going to explain this to them? Should you just make up an excuse? You didn’t want to lie to them, though. You hated lying and terrible at it too. In the past when you found yourself getting too attached or reliant, you just left without explanation. It never went as far as this thing you had with the three of them. And even you knew that you couldn’t just ghost them forever without explanation. Not this time. So, you decided to be brief and vague about it, like you always were when you didn’t feel like unpacking your every emotion or unable to identify them in the first place. 

“It’s just, I think I need to be alone for a bit. I’ve been really anxious lately and it’s not fair to you guys.”

“Fair? What’s not fair dear I don’t understand?”

You let out a slow sigh, thinking. 

“I mean that… I don’t know. I feel myself spiraling out of control sometimes and it’s not fair that I would drag you down with me. I think it’ll just be better this way.”

“Love, you can’t just decide on your own what’s better for us. It doesn’t work that way.” He sounded frustrated. And that little shift in his tone made your brain shut down. Shit, maybe your heart was right, this would hurt them more than staying. “Is that all it is? Are you sure we didn’t do anything wrong?” Now his voice was dripping with guilt and hurt. This was the last thing you wanted, making them feel as if they were the ones at fault. It couldn’t have been more wrong. 

“No. It’s not you, or Marc or Jake. I promise.” You regret bringing all of this up in the first place. All you wanted right now was to disappear forever and hide from the consequences of your decisions. It’s always the fucking same. You act upon what your head tells you and regret it instantly. But there was no coming back from this. Steven didn’t answer and stayed silent for what felt like an eternity. He just looked at you. You were afraid that he could see right through your expression and read your thoughts like a damn book. And maybe he could because he finally said:

“Love, you know you could tell us anything. Please talk to me we want to help you.” That broke you. It filled you with rage against yourself and your heart wretched for him. You wanted to scream and break something because those words just confirmed everything you hated about yourself. 

“See, that’s the thing Steven. You shouldn’t have to help me. Why the fuck should you suffer just because I’m a shitty and immature person who can’t maintain my own goddamn emotions? It’s not fair to you guys. You shouldn’t have to deal with all of this and me. You deserve someone who won’t hurt you.” You were standing now and your voice was loud, almost yelling. You paced back and forth in front of the couch with your arms tightly crossed, trying to give yourself some form of physical release and distraction. “Fuck I’m sorry for yelling, I didn’t mean to.”

Steven stood up with you and stopped your pacing by holding onto your shoulders, gently but also firmly. You could feel the warmth from his finger tips spreading through your shoulders. You wanted to push him away. But if you left his flat now, you would never forget his touch on you right this second. You shuddered and felt your tears slip by you as he looked into your eyes with so much understanding. 

“You could never hurt us, dear. I promise you that.” His brows furrowed and his gaze was unforgiving to show how serious he was. His hands moved periodically from your shoulder to arms, stroking your sides. “We want to help you because we care about you, because we love every part of you no matter what. If anything, it makes us bloody ecstatic that we can be someone you depend on. It makes us feel loved and needed, actually.”

You were full on sobbing now, hearing everything you wanted, no needed, to hear and more. His sweet words put your nerves at rest like it always did. You wished more than anything to be able to control your irrational and inconsistent behavior and to be good for them. 

“Oh heart don’t cry.” He tugged you in for a big hug and enveloped your shivering frame.

“Fuck Steven I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry. You shouldn’t be having to do this- to deal with me. I’m just afraid I’ll lose you in a worse way than this. I’m afraid you’ll grow tired of me and one day decide to walk out.”

“Darling have you ever considered for a second how much love and understanding you provide for us? Hm? I mean, bloody hell look at us. We’re so lucky to have met someone who accepts us- all of us.” 

At his comment, you let out a soft laugh and nodded into his chest. Their situation wasn’t exactly normal either. 

“You must think I’m doing all this for attention” you say after getting embarrassed at your outburst of emotions. 

“No love I don’t, not at all. But next time instead of jumping to conclusions we can talk it out, yeah? You nearly gave me a heart attack just now.” You could hear him smiling through his words, attempting to bring a little humor into the situation. “Promise me you will. Okay?”

“Yeah I promise Steven. Thank you. It’s just sometimes, I can’t believe that you guys love someone like me.”

“Darling you deserve it and much more. Trust me when I say we think exactly the same thing.” You look at him with a confused smile. 

“Really? That sounds… outrageous. Who wouldn’t fall in love with you three?”

“Exactly, love. It’s outrageous to us that you would think that. But maybe that’s the beauty of it. What’s more outrageous than love itself? To be wholeheartedly dedicated and devoted to another person. It’s insanity.”

“Yeah… I guess you’re right. Maybe we’re all just a little crazy.”

“Yeah maybe.” He chuckled and you felt his chest vibrating in front of you. That’s when you realized you only feel this way because you care. About your relationship, Steven, Marc, Jake, your future with them, etc. And if all of this emotional turmoil is in the name of love, then it’s worth fighting for. For once, you don’t have to run away. You can trust them, no, you’re going to trust them. 

♥ ♥ ♥

[sgt-morgan]

Marquee Moon 🌙

Summary: you’re having a tough time with your second baby. Pregnancy sucks, and your lovely Steven does what he can to make you feel better. Part of the Estrellita verse

Warnings: depression, depressive episode, real shitty pregnancy symptoms, AFAB and female identifying reader, one cut that isn’t described too much, inaccurate depictions if DID as made cannon by the show.

A/N: I had a depressive episode, then my baby brother turned on my favorite song and made me have a dance party, then o felt less shitty. I wasn’t cured, but I felt better. This is the result. Also, to those who have asked. No, reader is not married to the system in the Estrellita verse yet. I’m just bad at not writing husband and wife for them because I know where their story is headed. In this house, we support marriage when the couple is ready, no sooner no later.

Moonknight Masterlist

Something was off. Steven couldn’t put his finger on it exactly, but he knew there was something… wrong. You were at the stage that your mom had affectionately called ‘miserably pregnant.’ You had gotten there last time, but this time was hitting harder than the last, and he couldn’t put a finger on just one thing that was messing with you.

Rory was struggling for one, the idea of having to go to a daycare was wildly unpopular for the girl who was so used to being with her mom almost constantly. The change was needed though, the little girl was just cresting the age of four, and you decided that she needs socialization, and to start learning basic skills for preschool. You figure her going to daycare while you were at work would be a good idea. Your parents had watched her up until this point, and you appreciated it, keeping her in a safe environment with your parents for so long was a great way to keep her in a safe environment without needing to worry about her catching illnesses or any other terrible thing. It just seemed to work out, your parents needed something to do, and you needed the childcare. Easy fix. The same could be said for your niece when she was little, three was the age that she started going to daycare, and you were sending her to the same place Cassie had gone. Your sister was able to keep her baby at home, but you couldn’t, so your new baby, when she was born, would also go to your Parent’s place. You were once again grateful that your sister was an accomplished editor, who enjoyed staying at home with her babies to do her job. It was her superpower, and most days you would say it was way more useful than yours.

So with all the transitioning schedules underway, and your parents not wanting to watch two babies at once, you enrolled Rory in daycare, and she hated it. It was too loud and there were too many people, and they didn’t speak Spanish, or Hebrew, or Arabic, and they didn’t believe that she had three daddies, and they didn’t like books. Rory has sensory disorders, so you knew this transition would be rough, but you weren’t expecting the full blowout that was her transition to daycare. She wouldn’t nap, she wouldn’t eat, she wasn’t playing with others, it was hell. She screamed every time you dropped her off, and your husband could tell it broke your heart every time. So you were in the hunt for a good fit, clearly this place wasn’t cutting it, so some other place would have to do. It would have to, you couldn’t do one more crying fit, or another bout of exhausted tantrums when she got home.

On top of all that, Rory was getting even more clingy. You would never dream of complaining about how much your baby loved you, but it was hard to juggle your belly and the rambunctious toddler who had seemed to attach herself to your hip. It was one of the things your doctor had warned you about about baby number two, the possibility of Rory starting to be more possessive of you. It was the underestimation of the century. She couldn’t get enough of you, wanting you to hold her, snuggle her, tuck her in. She was constantly clinging to you, kissing your belly and talking to the baby. She threw huge fits when someone took her from you, even when it was one of her dads, and she loves her dads. It was draining you, he could tell, but you kept pressing on trying to do what’s best for your daughter.

Then there was work, you still had one more mom expecting before your schedule was cleared for your parent leave. Being a dula was hard work, you were an advocate for mothers needs, a helping hand, a birthing expert, but doing all of that while also being ready to burst? Well, that’s its own special kind of hell. Horror stories from other peoples births were wild, and helping your patients with those horror stories while being pregnant yourself? Not optimal. On top of your normal duties, there was also the added stressor of most of your clients coming from Juno, needing you to protect mother and baby through some form or another with your pledge to her service. Thankfully, working with a fertility goddess meant leniency when it came to your duties as an avatar while knocked up, so at least that was a plus.

Then there was their problems. The system’s jobs were stacking up in preparation for paternity leave, dishing out make up work for each if them to handle before they took time off. Marc had exactly one last transit job for some artifact Konshu asked him to see settled, Jake had to make sure licensing, certifications, registrations, and inspections were completed in his fleet before he took off, and Steven was saddled with two deadlines on exhibits he was meant to be curating coming up. All of that on top of attempting to be a parent, a partner, and an Avatar for a grumpy ass deity. All of this had equaled less time spent with his pregnant lover, who just wanted to have one goddamn minute with her lovers please and thank you.

Then there was just all of the bodily side effects of pregnancy. You experienced all of this with Aurora too, but it didn’t really seem to hit you that badly. Your Belly grew more round, you complained that the stretching skin was itchy, they could only imagine. Your nipples were more sensitive, every one of them would wince in sympathy whenever they came home to find you sniffling miserably with bags of frozen peas on your chest. your feet grew a size, they had with Rory as well, and they never went back to normal, and having to buy new shoes again was really pissing you off. You were puking constantly, you developed a supreme sense of smell that caused you to hate some of your favorite foods, and even just catching a whiff sent you sprinting to the toilet at the first sign of trouble. Never let them tell you the puking is just a first trimester thing, it’s a lie. Your hips hurt, your muscles and bones making way for a baby was no easy feat, and you waddled around the house groaning and you tossed and turned all night trying to find a safe position for your aching joints. it was a whole list of terrible shit. The worst though, was your quote unquote ‘Pregnancy nose.’ Gods in heavens how you couldn’t stand the swelling of your face. Hormones are powerful shit, and with the sudden influx of them, and your new water retaining superpowers, your joints weren’t the only things that were ballooning. The system often found you staring in the mirror and picking at your face. The pregnancy acne and the nose were your least favorite things, It bothered you to no end, though they couldn’t understand why.

Your partners didn’t notice, only thinking you were beautiful and lovely while round and full with their child. However, you saw yourself as a whale, no matter how many times they assured you you were the most beautiful woman in the world. It was terrible for your disposition, but none of them knew what more to do about it other than support you however they could.

Steven though, Steven thinks he hit the nail on the head. It was about a month in to your pregnancy, they had just figured out you were pregnant, and you had switched medicines about two months before, new antidepressants that worked wonders, but unfortunately we’re not meant for pregnant women. So you went off them, and back on your old ones, and Steven thinks they weren’t working.

“Hey, you lot noticed she’s slept all day today?” Steven muttered into his teacup, Marc reflecting back at him from the murky surface of his tea, while Jake stared from the reflection of his darkened phone screen.

“Sí, parece estar más agotada de lo habitual.” Jake grunted, running a hand through his hair and snuggly fastening his flat cap back down.

“I know, she’s having an episode.” Marc sighs. You hadn’t had an episode like this since the beginning of your relationship. You had just switched up dosages and it wasn’t enough, you had sat and stared at the television, and slept, and did nothing for about a week until he finally made you call your doctor again to up your dosage. Thankfully this was more than likely a temporary episode, caused by the change in meds. He called your doctor to check and he said the same, but if it lasted more than a week, he should call and have an appointment scheduled to have the medicine changed or the dosage raised. Thankfully, your family’s psychiatrist was a skilled one, and one who was well versed in both your and the systems mental Illnesses. He was a good guy, they’re thankful to have him.

You and Steven were supposed to be cleaning house together today, doing some prep work before the arrival of your second daughter. It had started out well, about two hours in, you had cleaned the entire kitchen, scrubbed the fridge, washed dishes, put new child locks on the cabinets, and were doing really well. Steven was putting together your bedside bassinet for the baby to be put back in your room, having been put away since Cassie had started sleeping in her own room. He had also put up new blackout curtains in the nursery, and moved Cassie’s big girl bed into her new room across the hall from your room and the nursery. He had just finished building the bassinet when he heard a crash from the kitchen. Jake seized the body at the sound and hustled into the kitchen to find you sobbing into your hands, a broken tea kettle on the ground, not yet heated water covering your feet and the floor. They could clearly see this was your final straw for today, and their heart wrenched to see a pretty deep cut on your palm. At the sight of your silent, defeated, tears, Steven immediately took control again, carefully walking to you and wrapping you up in his arms. He shushed you calmly and rocked you back and forth, waiting for your tears to slow before he bandaged your hand. He then softly ushered you to your room where he made you change and lay down with him to take a nap. He lay flat on his back, and you were curled on your side curled facing away from him, staring at nothing and refusing to talk. He pulled you close to him and wiped at your tears until you fell asleep. Which led up to where he was now, drinking a cup of tea and contemplating what to do about your state.

“Let’s finish up the nursery, pick up the kid, and toss in another load of laundry, if she’s up by then we’ll get her to eat.” Steven mumbled, downing his tea and setting to work. Steven knew well that you can’t fix other peoples illness, it’s just a fact of life. He would take your pain and sadness if he could without ever thinking of the consequences, but you can’t just whisk away the bone deep dread and anxiety that was permeating your life like an unwanted rainstorm. He also knew that when you were like this, which didn’t happen often, it made Jake and Marc a little skittish. It didn’t bother him though, out of all the alters, he understood that life is always harder than you asked for, and depression can just amplify those things that make life as difficult as it is. Depressive episodes happen, the system has them, you have them, it’s just a fact of life for your family, and thankfully you were both committed adults who knew better than to take each others bad days personally. Instead, you did what you could to make the bad days tolerable. Today was one of those days, and Steven was more than willing to do what he could to salvage what was left of your day.

Steven put the last touches on the nursery and Rory’s new room. He moved Aurora’s name sign to her new room, switching it for the new baby’s. Then he tossed in the last load of laundry you needed done, and tidied up the toys in the living room. When he finished, he drove to Rory’s daycare. today it seemed that the daycare finally

won the girl over. With a shockingly complete change in attitude, Aurora told her Baba Steven all about the new daycare worker Ellie. Ellie, a new supply teacher finishing up he degree at university, had sat and read with her today. She told him all about how instead of going to the gym, miss Ellie let her stay in the classroom and look at books and listen to music. Steven grinned, like father like daughter, she didn’t like crowds, couldn’t blame her. This was good, a good improvement, one more win in the books.

When he got home, he found you awake and cooking dinner. He could tell from your puffy eyes and listless body language that you were still down though. When he came into the kitchen he gently wrapped an arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple. Even when you were struggling, you still took care of them. He loved that about you. You tried to smile for Rory, and while it might have worked on the little girl, he couldn’t be fooled. Though you did shoot him an impressed look when Rory told you all about her day at daycare, and her new friend Miss Ellie. Dinner was easy, just some pasta your threw together from a jar, but Rory ate it with gusto, and when she finished, he offered to give her a bath. You smiled and nodded, putting the dishes in the washer even though he insisted you leave it to them. You just waved him off and he sighed, carrying Aurora to the bath. Once he got her in the tub and soaped up her hair, the very intelligent child spoke up.

“Mummy sad today.” She stated matter of factly, splashing a toy around while Steven gently rinsed the bubbles from her hair.

“Yeah, she is a little bit down in the dumps, but mummy is gonna be alright, it’s just a bad day innit?” He said, smiling at the little girl gently.

“It’s okay Baba, people are sad sometimes.” She nodded sagely, parroting the words you had both instilled from the very beginning. Once again, Steven finds himself in awe of this perfect little girl, what on earth had a bloke like him done to deserve this perfect angel.

“Yeah mate, s’right. People just have bad days. Mummy is just tired, making a baby is hard work.” He chuckled, gently combing conditioner through her curly locks.

“Why doesn’t she just have the baby?” Rory scoffed and Steven chuckled.

“Would be easier wouldn’t it, doesn’t work like that though, your sister is not baking in there I’m afraid, mummy will have to just let her keep bouncing around on her bladder.” He chuckled, rinsing the girls hair again before pulling her out of the tub with a grunt as the child squirmed. “S’all right though- oh my days, have you gotten taller?- mummy will have your sister soon.”

“Well, then why don’t we give mum a dance party? Dance parties always make me feel better.” She says clapping her little hands at Steven and smiling. He nods slowly, thinking about it as he helps her pull on her Bluey pjs.

“Yah know? Thats not a half bad idea.” He grins at the girl, and he can see the proud stares of his alters in the reflection of the trifold mirror in their bathroom.

“God, we are the luckiest men alive.” Mark sighs, covering his mouth with his hand while Jake grins with a nod.

“We are surrounded by perfect women. How could any bastards be luckier than us?” Jake chuckles.

“Your Papí, Daddy, and I love you Princess.” Steven smiles, kissing her hair softly once he has it brushed out and pulled into two tiny little buns.

“I love you too dadas.” She smiles kissing him sweetly on the cheek. He carries Rory into the living room and makes his way casually to the record player. Time to dance.

You’re sitting on the couch facing the window, staring blankly at the rain as it beats down over New York with a vengeance. You’d been down lately, you know you had. Switching up meds and all the hormone changes of pregnancy were really beating you down. Life was changing, and when you weren’t able to fully regulate your emotions, it made every single inconvenience and struggle seems ten times more pressing. You were certain that this was a depressive episode. You’re sure your partner had caught on already, and you were grateful he had effortlessly picked up your slack without making you feel belittled. Starting a life with your Moonknight in shining armor had been the best decision you’d ever made. You may not be married just yet, but he had no hope in hell of getting rid of you that’s for sure.

You know you’d zoned out, but you couldn’t help it. You just felt… tired. Sad, and anxious, and tired. You couldn’t help it, you were trying, you got something done today at least, you cleaned the kitchen and did most of the laundry, you cooked and cleaned up dinner, but all you wanted to do now was pass out again. You felt so guilty, you had already slept for most of the day, you couldn’t be that tired, but alas, brain chemistry was a cruel mistress, and today you were in the doghouse. Then suddenly, music. You turned to look, dropping the moon necklace you had been fiddling with back onto your chest. You look up to see your sweet Steven reaching down and pulling you to your feet, while Marquee Moon by Television floated from the speakers on your record player.

“I remember

Ooh, how the darkness doubled

I recall Lightning struck itself

I was listening Listening to the rain

I was hearing Hearing something else

Life in the hive puckered up my night

A kiss of death, the embrace of life

Ooh, there I stand neath the Marquee Moon Just waiting”

Steven pulled you to your feet with a small smile and started to slowly dance with you in one arm, and your baby girl in the other. Twirling you with a grin.

“I spoke to a man Down at the tracks

And I ask him How he don't go mad

He said, "look here, junior, don't you be so happy And for heaven's sake, don't you be so sad."

He whispered the lyrics in your ear while you danced and twirled around the living room. For the first time all day, Steven was relieved to see a genuine smile grace your lips. He just knew you were recalling your first ever date to that little outdoor night market, a local band playing a cover of this song while you danced like nobody was watching. Just as he and his daughter had hoped, your impromptu dance party was working.

“Well, the Cadillac It pulled out of the graveyard Pulled up to me All they said, "get in, get in" Then the Cadillac

It puttered back into the graveyard

Me, I got out again Life in the hive puckered up my night A kiss of death, the embrace of life Ooh, there I stand neath the Marquee Moon

But I ain't waiting, uh-uh.”

You swayed to the time of the twangy post-punk classic, and your grin just kept growing as you twirled around the room. You started singing the lyrics to your daughter and curled your arm around Steven’s waist. Your joy was slowly creeping back in, this perfect Moment with your little family starting to bring you back to life second by second. You felt the warmth of their love creep up over your sadness, filling your brain with the glow of their love for you, and even though the sadness still lingered at the edges of your consciousness, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. This moment was too perfect to waist. Only made more perfect by the excited kicking of your newest addition where your belly pressed up against Steven. He grinned down at you, snuggling all of his girls closer and resting a palm where baby number two was kicking, and for the first time all week, you were content.

“I remember

How the darkness doubled

I recall Lightning struck itself

I was listening

Listening to the rain

I was hearing

Hearing something else.”

[starsaroundmyscarsblog]

Moon Boys in a Heatwave:

Marc x reader/Steven x reader/Jake Lockley x reader

Summary: Just some small headcanons on what the Moon Boys would do in a London Heatwave, inspired by the 40°c temperatures we had this summer ☀️

Warnings: Fluff, if you consider it one I guess. Otherwise none.

Why is there a picture of a lightning sand tornado? I don't know. But I needed a gif for vibes and couldn't find one I liked so I chose this in a rushed decision I'm regretting.

Steven Grant:

• Steven probably is the person who gets the most bothered by the Heatwave

• He doesn't like it that much, and finds it gets in the way over everything

• Like, for instance, his hair is always so messy by the end of the day

• But he's pretty prepared

• Like he makes sure you reusable water bottle is always filled up, right to the top before you go to work, his gentle reminder to drink your required 2 litres

• Steven's also the type of guy to watch those videos about what to do in a Heatwave on tiktok, and follow their advice as well. Like you'll be sitting on the couch fanning yourself and see him placing a bowl of ice water in front of the fan, muttering "Its bloody hot."

• All lights would be off, and the most of the curtains are closed except for the ones by the TV, so you could see it properly.

• He takes refuge in the museum (or wherever you imagine he works after mk) for the free air conditioning.

• Also, you know its hot when he wears shorts on the weekends. He rarely wear shorts.

Marc:

• Most cool-headed in a Heatwave

• If he feels too hot he just takes off his shirt and walks around shirtless

• Is still a 100% dedicated to his workout regime, even in the heat

• Sometimes you worry when his face goes red that he's gonna pass out, but he assures you that he's fine

• When you're getting water from the fridge, or just chilling on the sofa, he'll come up behind you and give you a sweaty hug

• Loves warm showers, particularly in the heat.

• If you're outside, walking through the park he'll make sure to treat you to ice-cream

• One time you were both messing around, with sun screen, and he got some in your hair and you got some all over his face.

•

Jake:

• Like Marc, 100% dedicated to his fitness regime

• Will go on a run every day without hesitation. Rain or shine. Snow or Storm

• Showers immediately after fitting back because he likes routine

• Bur will spend the rest of the day with you

• Pays attention to the physical signs you give throughout the day.

• For example, if you keep clearing your throat, he'll get you some water, or if he sees you fan yourself with that old leaflet that was mailed to you guys, he'll inch the fan closer to you a little, from where it was in front of your guys

[broadwaytraaaaash]

me checking my notifs every 30 minutes to see if reader dies in Transitions:

[evilbubu]

I'm absolutely in love with moon knight and so I decided to include moon knight stuff into my acnh village. starting with building a bedroom for my beloved stevie <3

I tried including as many things that remind me of Steven. and tried to make it as comfy as possible for him. at the moment I'm in serious shortage of furniture and funds so I'm trying my best.

and I even tried dressing up as Mr. Knight! how cute is that? 😭

Bonus:

I spend 90% of my time playing acnh while dressed up as Jake Lockley <3

and I've decided to make Brewster's Café Jake's fave place to hang out in & have the best coffee in the island ☕

[cowboyabunga]

one day i'll let moon knight have expressions beyond his eyes. one day

[luckyheart-67676]

I thought I'd might post this here

The famous ship in five minutes picture but it's the moon knight system x Y/N -pony

[moons-dunes]

Moon Knight Text Posts - Steven Grant Edition

[deadqueerboys]

Khonshu: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Steven: No.

Jake and Marc: Mistlefoe!

Steven: DON'T ENCOURAGING THEM!

i wanna hit khonshu...... just bc......... yes (btw ily random person)

[moons-dunes]

Hmm… 👀

no, you wanna fix him. i wanna fix him a drink after he beats someone half to death. we’re not the same.