#jake lockley my absolute beloved

[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.

[asimplearchivist]

𝓢𝓪𝓭 𝓔𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰

𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐕 𝐨𝐟 𝐗𝐗𝐕

[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] [ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ] AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary ☾ ⤏ you and jake enjoy having movie nights, but he has the habit of spoiling the endings for you. this time is different, though. pairing(s) ☽ jake lockley/reader-centric | constellations!verse word count ☾ 1.9k a/n ☽ ⤏ my fifth entry for the moon knight bingo hosted by @juneknight and @spacecowboyhotch over at @moonknight-events. I will eventually crosspost this to the main fic for constellations on ao3 when it will best fit the chronological progression of the chapters. this takes place post-chapter iii. ⤏ this one derailed from me as well. I swear these guys have minds of their own. this ended up being a lot sappier than I intended, but...c'est la vie. I love one jake lockley. ☽ MASTERPOST ☾ ☾ PREVIOUS ENTRY ⤎ ☥ ⤏ NEXT ENTRY ☽

“I’ll never forgive you for this.”

“Come on, querida. You should’ve had some idea that this would happen.”

“No, I absolutely did not!” You lifted your face from your hands, twisting to the side with your elbows still planted on your knees in order to glare up at your smirking fellow historical drama critic. “It’s not my fault that I don’t have a sixth sense for figuring out plot lines in the first ten minutes like you do!”

“Says the writer,” he chuckled, eyes glittering. “If it makes you feel any better, Steven wasn’t expecting it, either.”

That did, actually. You and Steven had long since developed the practice of conducting ongoing commentaries and speculations on the potential plotline based on the details revealed in whatever media you’d enjoy together—be it TV shows, movies, or books (print or audio)—whereas Jake was more the type to verbalize his predictions as they came to him, disregarding any suspension of disbelief. At least Marc only remarked on the glaring inaccuracies regarding combat, weapons, or injuries that Hollywood lauded for exaggerated effect.

On one hand, it used to drive you crazy—you preferred to experience things as they unfolded and let the story tell itself, following along for the ride…but, on the other hand, the knowing gleam in Jake’s eyes, the smug tilt of his close-lipped grin, and the way he’d start to pay more attention to you instead of the film (particularly with his hands—rubbing his palm over the line of your, at times, tense shoulders, grasping the nape of your neck and stroking the pad of his thumb along your hairline and under the shell of your ear, or petting your head like one would a beloved pet—about which you could never truly complain) eroded your exasperation over time. Now you almost looked forward to it—even if you still gave him a hard time about the inevitable spoilers involved.

Tonight, it would seem, however, that he’d decided to bide his time in order to see your unprepared reaction without dropping an obvious statement that would have indicated the plot twist to you ahead of time. For once, admittedly, you would’ve appreciated the warning.

“How could they say that about her?” you bemoaned, eyes returning to the screen with prolific lamentation. “She’s literally done nothing to them—she doesn’t even want to marry him, they didn’t have to drag her reputation through the mud!”

“I don’t know what to tell you, querida,” Jake chuckled, “it was visible from miles away.”

You huffed and turned away from him, refocusing your attention on the television screen. You watched the protagonist’s subsequent emotional breakdown with trepidation, frowning as she was scorned and criticized by the people that should have been her allies and had claimed to have been her friends. The only people that believed she was innocent in the matter were her sister and, fortunately, her love interest. He arrived late the next rainy night on a raven-black horse that shivered and bellowed mist from his nostrils as the man, drenched and pensive, dismounted to greet the distressed young woman at the door of her family’s home.

“Hey,” Jake murmured, nudging your side with his elbow. “It’ll turn out fine.”

You glanced up at him, relaxing slightly. You’d been teased in the past by several people for being so emotionally invested in fictional characters and their plight—your ex included—and while you weren’t ashamed of the fact you had the ability to extend so much empathy (even in hypothetical situations), you were sensitive to what others might think. Steven didn’t mind—he was much the same as you, honestly, and that was such a relief. Marc didn’t seem to mind one way or the other, thankfully. But Jake was a notorious tease and found a lot of joy in flustering you, and you were still getting used to gauging his personality since you hadn’t known him as long as the other two—so that he wasn’t poking fun at you about this was a monumental relief.

“I know,” you breathed, sinking into his side. He coiled his arm around your shoulders in response. “He’ll save the day with his money and marry her silly. These things never have sad endings.”

Jake hummed and drummed his fingertips on your upper arm. “It’s a good thing. Wouldn’t want you to be sad, chaparrita. Might have to pay that studio a stern visit otherwise.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart squeezed at the sentiment—as aggressive as it was. There was one thing that you had learned for certain since meeting him: Jake showed his love through protectiveness as opposed to the gentler means of the other two men. You’d never want him to hurt someone for you, necessarily (unless they deserved it, of course), but the thought that he would be willing to go up to bat for you, that he had your back no matter what, was far more reassuring than you had ever expected it to be. (Something, something, scary guard dog privileges.)

“Some movies need them, though,” you pointed out. “Sometimes that’s the whole point of the story—something out of the characters’ control happens, and they have to decide how they’ll react. Other times it’s pointless, serves no greater purpose to enhance the plot.”

“Shit happens in real life for no reason, though,” Jake pointed out, voice low as the music onscreen swelled. The love interest was embracing the weeping protagonist, having informed her that he had, in fact, solved the issue. “Sometimes there’s nothing you can do about it.”

You nodded, dropping your head onto his shoulder. “Some people are fortunate enough to have happy endings, though,” you murmured. “It’s a dangerous thing to claim, because things could always go wrong, but…” You swallowed, tucking your nose under the lapel of his shirt. “...I’m glad I met you guys. It was worth everything I’ve gone through.”

Jake stilled, falling silent. You had also learned that such intimate proclamations tended to throw him for a loop—he was not accustomed to revealing his inner emotions, since he’d repressed them (and himself) for so long. He was getting better at communicating in general, thanks to Steven’s long-suffering patience and gentle coaxing, but you could tell anything ‘mushy’ made him slightly uncomfortable. (Having noticed this, you’d asked him early on if he wanted you to slow down on giving him affection—but he’d visibly recoiled at that suggestion, more demanding than asking you not to stop. You could only really speculate since he didn’t talk about it much, but you knew that if you were in his position, even if such attention was new, you’d be famished for it. You’d decided he was just embracing his adjustment period instead of avoiding it, like Marc had tended to do at first.)

He shifted, angling his body closer to yours, and tucked the end of his nose behind the shell of your ear. “...We’re glad we met you, too, querida,” he finally murmured, his free hand slipping down to curl around the knob of your knee. He pressed his face into your neck, and you wondered if he could feel your pounding pulse against his lips. “You’ve done us a whole lot of good.”

Chest tightening, you focused resolutely on the television despite the warring urge to arm him up and press a litany of kisses all over his face and head—any affection he felt comfortable doling out was precious indeed, and you would grant him the privacy of tucking himself out of sight, even if it was under your chin. Marc struggled the most with letting himself be seen as any semblance of vulnerable—and while Jake was more inclined and apt to it, he was still learning to trust you in particular, so allow himself to lower his guard and be himself with you (while, simultaneously, discovering and determining exactly who he was).

To receive a compliment of such caliber from Jake, though, was the highest bestowment of honor anyone could receive. He was picky, you’d learned, extremely so—especially regarding people with whom he associated. He had high standards, given the fact that his top priority had always been protecting the system first and foremost. Allowing anyone with dangerous intentions close enough to potentially hurt them was simply unacceptable, and thus he kept most everyone at arm’s length. That was why he’d acted in such a way towards you when he’d been forced to intervene for Marc’s sake, leading to your first ‘official’ meeting—he never gave anyone the benefit of a doubt until they proved themselves worthy of his extremely loyal regard (and his protection).

“I’m glad,” you responded softly. “I always try my best.”

“It’s all we could ever have asked for.”

You caved, but just slightly. You tilted your head down to press a lingering kiss to the crown of his head, nestling your nose into the neatly combed curls and inhaling the complimentary scents of their shampoo and hair gel. You curled an arm around his back and rubbed your palm in a series of circles between his shoulder blades, forgoing the movie for the sensation of his breath hitching against your throat.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “For letting me have my happy ending.”

He swallowed roughly, and when his muscles went rigid you almost expected one of the others to surface—Jake had a habit of retreating when emotions got to be too much for him, which you’d never taken offense to (only had ever worried, but it wasn’t usually very long before he slipped back into the driver’s seat to reassure you by diverting the topic to let you know he was okay)—but instead of Steven’s falsetto lilt or Marc’s flat baritone emerging to notify you of the switch, Jake’s rumbling rasp vibrated your skin via his scruffy lips brushing your artery. “It’s I who should be thanking you, chaparrita, for not running for the hills when you had the chance. You’ve…been there for them when I couldn’t be. And you didn’t…you stuck around for me.” He cleared his throat quietly. “Gracias.”

“De nada,” you returned, kissing his head again and reaching up to play with the errant locks at the nape of his neck. “Eres precioso a mi.”

He let out a breathless, if slightly wet, chuckle, and snuggled in closer. You counted it precious. You counted them precious.

“Tengo hambre,” you commented after a while, sensing he might like to have an out. “¿Qué tenemos qué podemos comer?”

Jake retracted, but it was slow and borderline reluctant, if you didn’t know any better. “Let’s order something, chaparrita. I don’t feel like futzing around in the kitchen this late.”

You smiled and reached for your phone. “Sounds good to me. Asian or…?”

“Thai.” To your surprise, Jake tugged at your arms as he reclined, coaxing you to recline on top of him, your back to his chest. He wrapped you up in an unyielding, tight embrace, smothering his face into your neck once more to mumble against your ear. “Those glass noodles Marc’s gotten before are good. With the chicken.”

You tried your best to bite back your smile, but you couldn’t help the heat building beneath your cheeks. You raised your phone over your face to pull up the corresponding delivery app. “Anything for you, handsome. Anything for you.”

[valkyrieace]

AHHHH op I have been thinking about writing about this for like 8 months I TOTALLY AGREE!!!! I’m sure this is Jake!!!! No one else sees it!!!!

I was rewatching Moon Knight, because yes, I love him too much and it's always good to see him, I noticed this. So, I don't remember if I had already mentioned the fact that here, the tone, the way of speaking and the look was completely different from Marc's, but I immediately noticed it, and I said to myself it was Jake. It was quite evident that he had a different behavior than Marc. He had a lower, rougher voice, his way of talking to Steven was more open, and Jake is an extremely social guy. So, I understood, with a hypothesis, that he was Jake, and I should have already written it in some post here, maybe yes. But now, watching this scene better, I paused and said: Are those mustaches? I'm not the only one, am I? So it's Jake, it's no longer a hypothesis, that's really Jake, but the question is another: how did I not notice them before? XD

[thevelominati]

moon knight: fist of khonshu #0 spoilers

and soz, the images were taken with my phone bc i don't have a physical copy and the digital copy i have can only be read in an app and won't allow screenshots, like, fuck you too.

"yawning void". i desperately love the way this hearkens back to older runs and the way that marc has tried again and again and again to not rely on violence, to not be violent and for it to repeatedly come back round to feeling like it's the only thing he knows and the only thing he knows how to be.

and here's khonshu all but going "yeah, i won't allow for anything else in my service".

"where did he learn compassion? it was not from me." absolutely love this, especially with the panels breaking down marc/jake/steven later into the different aspects of khonshu. it absolutely shows what khonshu expects from moon knight (and marc specifically, i think), and reflects how he's treated him - how he's always treated him.

BABY GIRL, U IN DANGER.

"beloved younger son" (we all knew this) "he may require correction." ("marc has been a bad influence, the fucker".)

THEN

THEN

jed out here just going "no" at everyone that's ever said "and jake lockley is the violent one"--

THAT'S HIM, THAT'S MY BOY.

THE EMBRACER!!!!

i just fucking love how jed is setting it out in transparent words that this is who moon knight is. he's truly taken what doug moench laid out in the 80s and updated it but still kept it in line with the original envisioning of moon knight, of steven, and jake, and marc.

like, fucking thank you, jed.

the tumultuous, difficult relationship that marc - and moon knight as a whole - has with khonshu, that khonshu has with moon knight. obvs it's khonshu's perspective so it overlooks (deliberately) the ways that khonshu has failed marc/steven/jake. it all but spells out the difficult relationship that marc had with his father - elias - the way that they butted heads, the way that they were estranged, but the way that, in the end, elias still reached out for marc in spite of everything, and the way that marc didn't want to, but he still went to see his father, even if he was too late.

it's not perfect, and khonshu's a piece of shit, but the layers to the relationship and the dynamic are just chef's kiss, and i love the fact that jed gets it.

[strangerhands]

10 fandoms/10 characters/10 tags

waaaaaa omg thank you for the tag em 🫶 @runa-falls!! its been 800 years since i got to do a tag game (and make my own post for once..) so thanks! this actually made me happy but also a little "oh shit. people know i exist..?" i also made this post unnecessarily long but its me so whats new

ummm its all. only. oscar. not sorry (a little sorry)

1. marc spector + steven grant + jake lockley, moon knight-my absolute beloveds. moon knight is so special to me. the boys are so special to me. theres really nowhere near enough i could say here about them but if you get it, you get it. its also what got me into oscar (even though i discovered immediately that he was in annihilation and x-men: apocalypse WHICH I WATCHED YEARS AGO GODDAMMIT)

2. robbie paulson, law and order: criminal intent-listen. hes my girlfriend. my babygirl. my love. my sweet boy. the one plaguing damn near every Thot. most niche character here. wish he was real. wish there was more content of him out there but good god if fran (@/midgardian-witch, who also made that gif) hasnt been holding it downnnnnnn. bless.

3. poe dameron, star wars sequel trilogy-beautiful brave sweet husband who would maybe drive me a bit insane irl but in a good way (mostly) i wanna protect him. (also the only star wars films ive seen sorryyyyy sorry. yes it was for him. and adam driver.)

4. miguel o'hara, spider-man: into the spider-verse + spider-man: across the spider-verse-ohhh you beeg grumpy beautiful man. he would not like me. bite me pls (also still my two favourite movies oat.) craving some milk and cake suddenly... (his hair wings..<3)

5. cecil dennis, revenge for jolly!-pathetic little dirty alley cat man my beloved. my little princess. also my babygirl girlfriend little guy loser boy. (AND THE CURLSSSSSSS. AND SAD COW EYES.)

6. nathan bateman, ex machina-asshole who i unfortunately love. we would not get along irl but thats what fics are for!!!! he would make me cry. (but what if i could fix him..) i have a soft spot for him...

7. llewyn davis, inside llewyn davis-sad beautiful talented man. you can crash at my place any day. i would let him leech off of me idec lemme help you baby. i could show you what love is. (the curls and outfits...... i Crave.)

8. santiago garcia, triple frontier-woof. this guy. damn. yeah. sorry santi but i wanna bite your knees

9. blue jones, sucker punch-literally. asshole piece of shit but good god. whore. so slutty and beautiful and PATHETIC. i would let him be mean to me and then cry in private. but also put him in his place. its complicated. (whoever did his eyeliner and club wardrobe in that movie... i owe you my life. thank you. thank you. you deserve everything. thank you.)

10. mikael boghosian, the promise-oh. sweet beautiful intimate lover man. THAT scene... absolutely killed me. THAT SHOULDVE BEEN MEEEEE. i need him. (i am taking this moment to remind yall of the titty bite. yea. not sorry. youre welcome.)

honestly i couldve put nearly all of oscars characters but alas.

no pressure tags, hope none of you mind! i know this is very sudden and unexpected from me. only tagged some mutuals so its not 10 :p sorryy (sorry if youve been tagged already)

@my-secret-shame @saturn-rings-writes @spacecowboyhotch @villainsoftheweek @f4nrir @kouichijo @mugensword

again, no pressure to do this. hope everyone tagged is doing well! i havent interacted with some of yall in a long time<3

all gif credits go to their respective creators! i have no idea if tumblr automatically shows who made them or not, so sorry if it doesnt.

[strangerhands]

rereading this sweet sweet beautiful fic again🥺🥺🥹 ahhh sweet soft whipped romantic jake lockley who will do anything for his partner my absolute beloved. my weakest spot always godddd he is the sweetest i love him i need him i

thank you for this beautiful soft domestic bliss🥹🥹🫶

Tolerate

summary: jake scours the city and comes home with way too many candles.

pairing: gn!reader x jake lockley

warnings: food mention, smoking mention

word count: 1.1k

gif credit: @marvel-daily

an: originally this concept was for the candle day of @doctorsteths-fluffyfeb but my brain wasn’t ready to finish it yet. hope y’all enjoy this little piece of grumpy fluff!

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Jake’s pissed off, which is nothing new.

Not at you— though you’re the reason he’s been driving around town for the last two hours. So maybe he is a little pissed off at you, but it doesn’t change the fact that he loves you and that he’s gone on this wild goose chase for you.

More than anything right now, he’s pissed off at candles. A specific candle. Your absolute favorite candle. He used to love it, though he never admitted that he loved the scent as much as you do. He could bet all the money he made cabbing people around this week that the smell of this candle would send him into a frenzy right now because he can’t find it.

You’re running low, the only one you have in the flat is probably burning right now, and it’s over halfway done. Steven suggested this, driving around to find a few to stock up on because of how much you enjoy it. Jake had agreed, he loves you and the gorgeous smile that spreads across your face when you get the first whiff. Marc has been eerily quiet, Jake knows that this is because you’ll be happy either way— you always are, always telling the three of them how they’re all you need.

He can hear Marc saying ‘She doesn’t need a candle, she has us. We can give her everything she needs’. You’ve made him comfortable that way— a feat that shouldn’t be taken lightly.

Jake’s cab has been full of nothing but a string of curses, the cap that always sits on his head abandoned in the passenger seat as he runs his hand through his curls in frustration.

His phone rings and he rolls his eyes, having half the mind to throw it out the window. His expression immediately softens when he sees that it’s you calling and despite his frustration he answers affectionately, “Yes, amor?”

Jake hadn’t been who you expected— though he is a pleasant surprise.

You grin at the sound of his voice as you open the fridge, looking around, “Oh, hi, baby. Are you working tonight?”

He can hear you pattering around the kitchen through the line, “Something like that.”

As usual, he sounds frustrated. You learned early on that this is just his voice— that you’d have to find other ways to figure out what he was truly feeling. But, tonight there is no underlying softness in his tone, no sigh of relief.

“Well, I’m wondering if I need to make dinner for both of us. Are you okay?”

His eyes skate over to the clock on his dashboard If the next store has the candles he should be able to make dinner.

“I’m fine, I should be there in an hour.”

Jake is late— an entire hour late when he walks through the door, with three large big brown paper bags. He was right, that godforsaken candle is burning, a mix of its warm scent and the aromas of dinner in the air. And while he’s good at staying rigid on the outside, he can’t deny how inviting the smell is. Even after all the frustration, coming home to you and your stupid, deliciously smelling candle is his solace.

You regard him curiously when he walks through with so much cargo. What did someone pay him in that required bags like these?

“What’s all this?”

“For you,” He grumbles, setting the bags on the couch beside you before dipping to press a quick kiss to your forehead.

Jake’s scent is a nice accompaniment to the smells already swirling through the air. He adds an earthy smell, a mix of the leather of his coat and the cigarettes you’re pestering him to quit.

He disappears into the kitchen then, no doubt in search for the food you spoke of on the phone.

“For me?” You can’t keep the excitement out of your voice as you rise up on your knees, peering down into one of the bags.

A knowing grin spreads across your face and you reach into the bag, holding up one of the many candles he’s bought. Taking the lid off you inhale deeply— as if the scent of the candle hasn’t already permeated the space. But with your nose right in it, it’s stronger, sweeter and your shoulders relax even more.

“You’re such a romantic, Lockley,” You tease, placing the candle back in the bag so that you can clear a space for him to sit beside you on the couch.

“I’m limiting your burning time, these better last us until we’re dead,” He says dryly as he returns from the kitchen, bowl of food in tow.

You raise your brows in faux offense, unable to hide the smile that spreads across your face, “That means you have to limit your own burning time too.”

“I don’t light candles.”

“Yeah, alright, baby.”

“They give me headaches, I can barely tolerate the smell,” He continues, though he sounds as if he’s trying to convince himself more than he’s trying to convince you.

You nod, resting your head on his shoulder with a cheeky smile, “I see. Is that why you went and bought…30 of them? Because they smell terrible?”

He shovels some rice into his mouth and points to his mouth as if to say he can’t speak with it full.

“You know I don’t care about seeing smooshed rice in your mouth.”

“I have manners,” He murmurs after he swallows.

“Okay, manner’s man, let me have this. Please,” You tack on at the end, gesturing your head to the bowl in his hands.

He looks at you skeptically but obliges. With the bowl now your hands you slide into his lap, tilting your head at him as you smile.

“What?”

“Thank you for buying an ungodly amount of our favorite candle.”

“Your favorite candle,” He corrects.

“Ours,” You repeat, leaning in to capture his mouth with yours.

He kisses you back, firm and demanding as always, his hand raising to cup your cheek. When he pulls away, his cheeks are flushed, his mouth turned up just in the corner and you know you’ve won him over.

“You’re welcome, amor.”

“Are you admitting that you love the candle?”

“You don’t quit.”

“Well?”

“Yes, I like the candle. Happy?”

“Extremely. Now open up,” You demand with a grin, holding up a spoonful for him. “Please,” You add once he cocks an eyebrow at you silently— and he obliges with a grin of his own.

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[slaviczabrak]

- summon the suit -

[veinereastath]

Eᴛʜᴀɴ Hᴀᴡᴋᴇ ᴀs Aʀᴛʜᴜʀ Hᴀʀʀᴏᴡ ɪɴ Mᴏᴏɴ Kɴɪɢʜᴛ [66/?]

[mockiery]

how did jake 'i only front when we are dying' lockley learn to drive? also does jake have a legitimate driver's license and if so how the hell did that happen

*cracks knuckles* nOW THIS IS WHAT I'M FUCKEN TALKIN ABOUT

ahem. yes ok. fuck yeah.

Jake Lockley, my beloved. I think Jake has spent a lot of time aware of and checking in on/watching over Marc and Steven. I'm also a believer in Jake not fronting only when they are dying but when they are being self-destructive and are unable to handle/overwhelmed by whatever is going on. Marc can handle being under threat of death, and now, Steven can to a certain extent (though I doubt Marc would let him).

So, in short, Jake would absolutely find himself at the wheel, as a backseat driver in general, keeping an eye out. But, more specifically, I think Marc and his self-destructive tendencies may have manifested a time or two while behind the wheel, through reckless driving. Had a conversation today about passive influence, whenever you can see a bit of Jake bleeding through while Marc is fronting, and I think Jake for sure has done that with driving (scarab keep-away style).

Jake doesn't have a real license though. If he does, he used forged paperwork to get it. Forgery occured at some point, regardless. If he's got his taxi business (somebody's gotta make money around here, and part time gift shoppist job ain't cuttin it), then he had to do some forgery there, but Jake's got charm and tact that could make that happen with or without it.

I think the crux of this question is really down to if Jake has any life outside of saving Marc and Steven and I'm of the belief that yes, yes he has. More than he feels he should, but by and large not fucking enough.

The pieces of life, of living, that he allows himself, I think, he tries to excuse away as being for them. His taxi business, funding the others. Dressing in his own clothes/facial hair/hat, that's making himself visually different enough so people won't recognize them as him as easily. Going out to latin dance clubs? That's a little more difficult to excuse, but he tries.

final answer, his license is marc's but with a mustache and hat scribbled on the picture and his name white-outed and written over with sharpie send post

[spectorbear]

— pet names with moon knight characters

includes: steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley, layla el-faouly, arthur harrow, & khonshu

genre: fluff headcanons

masterlist

— Steven Grant

Steven would definitely call you cute, sweet pet names. He absolutely loves you and would use pet names constantly, no matter if you were there or not.

Love

My Love

Darling

Honey or Hon/Hun

Dear

— Marc Spector

Marc would use traditionally common pet names. He would use them on occasion, but especially when he is just overwhelmed by just being with you.

Baby

Babe

Baby Girl / Baby Boy

Beautiful or Handsome

Sweetheart

— Jake Lockley

Jake would use both Spanish and English pet names. He doesn’t like most people, so using the names with you is a privilege and limited to only you.

Mi Amor or Mi Amado/a (my love / my beloved)

Mi Reina/Mi Rey (my princess / my prince)

Cariño/a (dear)

Mi Cielito (my darling)

Baby Doll / Doll

Lover Girl / Lover Boy

— Layla El-Faouly

Layla would use soft, endearing pet names. She would use them as if they were the most common phrases between you two.

Lovebug / Bug

Babe 

Baby

Habibi Albi (love of my heart)

Angel

— Arthur Harrow

Arthur would use traditional pet names, but would always put “my” in front of it. He definitely is the type to constantly use them in public, around you, and even when you weren’t there and he was having a conversation with someone else.

My Darling

My Scarab 

My Princess / Prince

My Rose / My Flower

My Better Half

— Khonshu

Khonshu would use pet names he made up just for you (see: Worm for Steven). He would constantly use them while talking to you, and would love to see you flush when he did.

My Little Human

My Treasure

Beautiful / My Beautiful Human

My Stars / My Universe

Mer Ek (love)

( I did actually consult my friends who knew the languages above, but please tell me if they aren’t correct !! )

[blade-liger-4ever]

Comic Analysis: Toxic and Healthy Relationships, Part 1 - Moon Knight

Now, before I begin, there are a few things I need to clarify. Firstly, I have only seen/read a few scenes and comics featuring Moon Knight; that said, what I have gathered from both (as well as other sources) is enough, I believe, to make a decent review of Marc Spector’s relationship with his two most prominent love interests. And second, this is all my opinion. If you disagree with my points, that’s fine; you are not obliged to adopt my viewpoint. I’ve just had plenty of thoughts about the relationships between Marc and his girlfriends, and I have a need to get said thoughts off my chest.

With that said, let’s delve into the first part.

The Toxic Relationship with Marlene Alraune

To give a brief summary for those out of the loop, Marlene Alraune was the daughter of Prof. Peter Alraune, and accompanied him on his expedition in Egypt when Bushman attacked them, and who was killed when Marc instinctively warned Bushman of an attacker behind him (sound familiar?). Shortly afterwards, Marc scared off the furious Marlene before attempting and failing to kill his boss. Once he became Moon Knight, Marc returned to the States with Frenchie and Marlene to fight crime and make up for his past. Marc also subsequently created the false identities of millionaire Steven Grant and cabby driver Jake Lockley to aid in his ventures, normally having to switch between the two phony IDs and Moon Knight.

You may notice I didn’t add his life as Marc Spector to the list above, and that’s because Marc, quite possibly out of shame/necessity, gave up his life as Marc Spector. That’s not to say he was dead inside (at least, I hope not); in fact, he was quite the wise-butt in the early days of his run. But Marc didn’t leave any time for himself outside of those three lives, instead focusing on making up for lost time. Anyone with a brain would be driven crazy by this daily juggling show that Marc performed, and it’s a testament to his mental strength that he was still able to know right from wrong.

Now some of you might be wondering: how does Marlene fit into this? The answer is, she was his girlfriend - who did her darnedest to mold Marc into the millionaire playboy she desired.

Allow me to show you some panels with the two from their debut. Frenchie’s here, too, and trust me when I say his minor role in the panels are important for the points I’m making.

The giveaway to Marlene’s true intentions are in how she interacts with him. As you can see, she consistently refers to him as Steven Grant - the millionaire - despite the fact that they’re generally alone when they talk to each other. By contrast, Marc’s best friend calls him by his birthname. Over comms. When leaving the scene. And even when he’s taking on a different identity. Calling him Marc would naturally keep our beloved Silver Crusader (did I seriously just coin that??) from losing his sanity and remind him that he shouldn’t cut himself off from his past, no matter how painful it is.

Marlene, on the other hand, is always, always trying to keep him from accepting his past, and embrace an identity he clearly has disdain for. She repeatedly hounds him to be Steven Grant, and only barely tolerates cabby Jake Lockley by the end of the second issue. That’s right, that final shot is from the second comic with Moon Knight, and not once does she refer to him as Marc Spector in either comic.

Another key detail is how self-absorbed she is. Marlene has an absolute fit when he has to continue his vigilante work, saying he has stood her up for the sixth time in a week. While it’s understandable that one would grow frustrated with not being able to spend time with their lover, it is not excusable to use that as a means of guilting/making an ultimatum with the person in question in order to get them to pay attention to you. By throwing this in Marc’s face, Marlene is essentially telling him to forget the killers and robbers in the world so Marc can be with her all the time.

The immediate flaw with her logic lies in the fact that Marc is a superhero. Not being present every second of every day is literally a part of the job, and the fact that they’ve been together for some years, and she still throws a temper tantrum over this shows just how vain and superficial she is. Marlene Alraune only ever saw Marc Spector as a handsome man who seemed to have a change of heart, but as soon as he came back to the States and created a millionaire persona, she dropped all interest and pursued the money, the prestige, and the high life that identity offered. And if that meant Marc had to lose his sanity and the bridge to his past, then so be it.

The Healthy Relationship with Layla El-Faouly

Forgetting for a moment that Layla is a composite character, when we’re introduced to her, Layla is married to Marc Spector. That immediately puts her light years ahead of Marlene, because it shows that she’s honest in her relationship with Marc. Is she petty when she meets with Marc again in Cairo? Yes. Is she still frustrated with him until the finale? Yes. However, every couple on Earth has moments like that in their marriage, especially when you throw in a divorce (which was solely done to protect Layla).

And in spite of those shortcomings - as well as the unnecessary drama and similarities to Marlene - Layla continues to reach out to Marc. She knows his struggles with communication and vulnerability, but despite that, not only does she continue to choose Marc, but she continues to be patient and receptive with him. Layla doesn’t care for his money, his looks, or his abilities - she cares for Marc as a human being, even above her own safety.

Don’t believe me? Just look at the fight scene at Mogart’s. Marc has the power to literally become a living pincushion without suffering permanent damage, and the woman still rushes over to shoot at his attackers. And again, when Marc has “died”, she grieves him and hunts down Harrow to get revenge, repeatedly referring to Moon Knight as Marc.

Not the agreeable, well-meaning Steven, but the noble-unto-death Marc, who is the man she loves. The man who gives her strength, respect, safety, and a love no one else could possibly offer. Their entire relationship is healthy, with the only trouble in it coming from Marc’s inability to communicate. glares viciously at Wendy Spector

Layla never tells Marc to stop being a hero, to leave the unfortunate Travelers of the Night to whatever grim fate awaits them. She accepts his duties, accepts his flaws, accepts him for who he is, not what she can make/gain from him.

Where Marlene is a bratty socialite who abandons Marc at the slightest hint of emotional instability, Layla is a loyal wife who stays by her man through the hardest moments of his career. Marlene seeks riches and connections from Marc, while Layla only asks to share her life with him. That is the key difference between these two women and their relationship with Marc, and why Layla El-Faouly is arguably the greatest thing to come out of the Moon Knight series.

Before I sign off, you may recall that this is my first relationship analysis post. I have another in mind, although I don’t know when I’ll be able to get to it. If you wish to know what comes next, I will only say that the couples are from DC Comics. Until then, I wish you all safe journeys.

[heliads]

Hi again!🥰 First of all, may I call you Lisa? Second of all, I don't want to bother you too much, so tell me if I'm being annoying:)

But, have you seen moon knight? If yes, did you hear about the season 2 announcement??? About time, I was gonna riot if we didn't get a second season of Oscar Isaac, Layla as a superhero and ancient Egypt.

Also, I've just discovered today that there is in fact a Wuthering Heights movie?? I'm being a dummy, my favourite book and I didn't know about the movie. I watched it and it was so good!!! With Ralph Fiennes (voldemort👀) as Heathcliff, absolute masterpiece.

How was your day? Hope that it was good or that it will be good.💛

please call me lisa, and also please know that you could never ever bother me. we're mutuals now and there's nothing you can do about it.

also i ADORED moon knight. i was an egyptology kid and i was flourishing when that show released. i cannot WAIT until the second season, it was literally everything to me. i need more jake lockley. i need more layla el faouly! i need more oscar isaac!! all of it!

wuthering heights movie!! ralph fiennes is such a good actor, omg i'm adding that to my watchlist. there's also apparently a 2011 version with kaya scodelario, who played teresa in the maze runner (my beloved). i must admit that i have not yet read wuthering heights, although i purchased this really pretty copy recently and i intend on getting to it asap. right now, i've just finished sense and sensibility (literally so good) and am about to start reading persuasion. it's austen time babey

[mockiery]

aro ace jake yes or no

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES I'M SCREAMING IT INTO THE SKYYYYYYY YES OK

Jake Lockley my beloved aroace king. He's got different priorities. He loves and lives with every part of him, just not romantically. Man's got a lust for life but not for other people, you get it, yeah?

He makes connections on a communal scale in ways Marc and Steven don't. There's all the folks who find their way into the back of his cab, and the ones who want to chat, he'll chat with. He's not going to talk much about himself, so he gets to hear a lot about other people's lives and he gets to live a little vicariously through them. Sometimes if it's relevant, he might share a little funny story about his brothers.

Always with an eye out and an ear to the ground, Jake's the ground work specialist, and he knows people. He can handle himself in a crowded space, a bar, a club, etc, and everyone in that space is going to either like him or not ever know he was there. He likes slipping into the crowd, being a face amongst many on some stranger's night out.

There's also, of course, Gena and her kids. Jake has tried his best not to get too connected to specific people, but he can't help it with them. He's a wonderful cool uncle figure to them, and they call him Tio Jake accordingly. Jake is wonderful with kids because he never got to be one.

He and Frenchie V I B E ok, Frenchie absolutely welcomes Jake's unique brand of fuckery and often lighter (seeming) mood, always more willing to joke around than Marc. Frenchie is (at worst) perfectly fine with Jake's approach to things, and often agrees. They get each other and can just be around each other without overthinking. Frenchie is the only pilot Jake trusts, the only time he can stand being in a flying death trap. Jake is also the only driver Frenchie can stand, either, his pilot brain extending to the ground too.

Jake's feelings towards and relationship with Layla are different from Marc and Steven's. He loves her, absolutely, in his own way. They'd butt heads a little, especially at first, but they're very similar souls who want the same thing: the best for their boys. She and he have a truly wonderful relationship when all is said and done, she keeps him in check, calls him out when he needs to be, and they back each other up in calling out Marc and Steven and also in general badassery. They'd make amazing partners in crime.

Jake isn't big on physical touch, let alone affection, but after some time, he'll let Layla in in that way. Don't tell anyone, but he absolutely loves the feeling of her running her hands through his hair while he lies down with his head in her lap. She takes off his flat cap and sets it aside carefully, knowing how much it's a part of him, really, and runs her hand through his product-free, air-dried (Jake can't be bothered, he's wearing his hat anyway) curls, her fingertips grazing his scalp, and he finally, finally thinks he understands what the fuss is about, at least for a moment.

But, he doesn't need more than the tenderness here. Doesn't want it, really. Whatever love that he shares with those in his life? His friends, his partners, his brothers? It's more than enough.