#jake lockley drabble

[eyelessfaces]

hugs from behind and gentle kisses on the shoulder >>> with jake🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

warnings for an injury and brief mentions of blood

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A sharp hiss leaves your mouth as the disinfectant comes in contact with your skin, the burning sensation making a shiver run down your spine. You hold back a grunt, pressing the gauze pad against your wound as it soaks in with your blood, the palm of your hand gripping the sink tight to try to repress the nagging pain.

You turn as you hear your boyfriend enter the bathroom, and you can tell it’s not Steven because he’s not panicked, it’s not Marc because he’s not disappointed it has happened again; it is the one that is used to it.

“Rough night huh” Jake sighs as he hands you the bandage roll.

“Mhm” you agree, throwing away the gauze damp from the disinfectant and your blood before taking the roll from Jake’s hands. 

“We could’ve avoided this, sorry” he apologizes, watching as you tighten the bandage around your arm. “I could have helped you if his motherfucking brother didn’t barge in from nowhere” he declares as his arms wrap around your waist, careful not to hurt you.

“It’s alright, it’s done now” you sigh, sending him a tired smile through the mirror. “We did a good job, far worse could have happened” you chuckle, finishing taking care of your wound.

“Mh,” he pinches his lips skeptically, propping his chin over your shoulder. “Getting hurt, I can handle it. Watching you get hurt, I know I failed somewhere” he mumbles before leaving a small kiss over your shoulder. Your eyes dart back to the reflection in the mirror, Jake’s deep brown eyes meeting your own as you look at the curls messily falling over his forehead when Marc had carefully taken care of slicking them back this morning. 

“It’s part of what we do. It’s not funny if we don’t get hurt a little” you smile, drawing a chuckle out of him.

“I guess.” he scoffs, planting gentle kisses over your shoulder while his hand rubs the other. “C’mon, we’ll relax now.”

[lovelettersforthedamned]

Congrats on 400 followers! Can you do Jake Lockley + "shut up and just let me take care of you" and make it fluffy pls 🥹

Fall Into You

✮ jake lockley x f!reader

✮ word count: 0.4k

✮summary: taking care of jake was a treat. for both parties involved.

✮ warnings: a few kisses, ending hints at fun times;), mentions of scars, so much fluff.

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main masterlist ⋆ moon knight masterlist ⋆ four-hundred follower bash

not my gif. credits to the owner.

London nightlife was always loud. The street below the apartment you shared with the boys was bustling with crowds moving from point A to point B. But while the erupting laughter was heard, the buzz of comfortable silence filled the room. 

Jake was ‘Moon Knight-ing’, as you liked to call it, before he returned home, his muscles sore from the abuse it’s taken from the many nights he pushed himself too far. You’re sitting behind him in bed, lotion lathered on your hands as you massage it into his back. 

As you work the lotion into his skin, you can’t help but stare at the scars that litter it. Your fingers trace over each one. Each pattern you draw sends a shiver down Jake’s spine, you giggle each time he reacts. “You know you don’t have to do this, hermosa,” he turns his head over his shoulder to look at you. You pay him no mind as you bring your hands over his shoulders, applying pressure to the knots there.

“Shut up and just let me take care of you,” you whisper into his skin, planting a kiss there. 

Jake’s body relaxes as soon as your lips touch his back. He always thought that he never deserved a love like this. He was the last one to meet you out of the three. Lingering in the back, he was secretly jealous of the attention Marc and Steven were receiving. And with their encouragement, he finally came out of his shell, letting you in, letting you love him. 

If anyone saw this side of Jake, they wouldn’t believe it. Whenever he fronted, his cold demeanor never left until his eyes laid on you. And just like tonight, he’s never felt more relaxed in his life. 

“Hermosa,” he calls out for you, causing you to stop your movements, “c’mere.” You crawl around to place yourself next to him, your hands immediately reaching for him, as if it’s an instinct. “I love you so much,” he sighs before leaning in to press your lips to his. 

The kiss is slow, but so incredibly passionate. Your lips dance together to an unknown beat. Jake’s hand reaches up to cradle the side of your face, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You sigh into his mouth as you crawl into his lap. Pulling away he looks down at your new position, “It looks like I’m about to take care of you, huh?”

A giggle escapes your lips, “I hate you.”

“Yeah, mhm. Let’s see if you still say that in twenty minutes,” he smiles before planting a soft kiss on your forehead. 

✮ author's note: thank you anon for the request!! i love jake with my whole heart omg. i have a bash going on, so check it out!!! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support my blog!! ok, bye ily<3

[marc-spectorr]

Dint know if your prompt requests are closed but if not, ❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜ with Jake lockley

warnings: kinda, sorta steamy make-out but no actual smut. i could have gone fluffy with this but brain said no, do it like this instead lol.

a/n: so sorry that this is two months overdue! i went through a rough patch when i opened up prompt requests which is why i went on another unexpected hiatus. but anyway, i hope you like it!

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Heated kisses, wandering touches. Teasing lips down your neck and hot breaths intertwining— you are lost in the sensations of it all.

You are lost in this moment with Jake.

His hands, strong yet gentle as they caress the skin at your waist, hold you firmly against him, keeping you grounded on his lap. Soft pants and low moans drown out the squeaking of the leather seat under you.

Here in the cramped backseat of Jake’s cab, parked in an empty alleyway a few blocks down from your job, the air is warm and charged with electric lust. 

You want him just as much as he wants you.

“Your break is almost over,” he rasps through your skin, and it sends a shiver down your spine. 

You tilt your neck to give Jake more room as he works his mouth along your throat. The fresh set of deep, dark bruises he leaves does not concern you, even when it dawns on you that he is right. Your lunch break is nearing its end, and you have to clock back into work soon.

The thought makes you groan, but surely not in the same way when you groan a second and then a third time as Jake continues to mark you all up to his heart’s content.

“Fuck it. Who needs a job when I’ve got you.”

The rumble of Jake’s chuckle reverberates in your ear. He kisses you one last time, and his dark eyes—so dark that it feels like you’re drowning in them— flash up to meet your gaze. His mouth quirks up into a slight grin as he begins smoothing out your top, making sure you look presentable before exiting his car.

You huff and roll your eyes. Is Jake really having you return to work after this? You can still feel his clothed erection nudging from underneath you. There’s no way he could carry on the rest of his day without being taken care of.

Definitely no way in hell you could.

You roll your hips against his lap, feeling him tense up beneath you, but he is quick to raise a brow, aware of what you’re trying to do. He has a hand in your hair which he now grips, loose at first, only tightening when you refuse to stop moving.

“I’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still,” Jake chides gently, his voice perhaps a bit breathless. Desperate.

Shaking your head, you keep rocking, leaning in to nip along his jaw to that sweet spot below his ear. “C’mon, Jake. I could text them and say I don’t feel well. They’ll understand.”

Jake hums, and you know he’s considering it when his hands fall from your hair and back down onto your waist.

You plead in whispers and beg with your touch. Unbuttoning Jake's shirt, your lips distract him from thinking about anything else but you, and when you start to kiss down his neck, down to his chest as you shift off his lap to kneel on the floor, nothing else in the world exists but you. 

In the front seat, your phone buzzes with a text from your manager asking where you are. 

Neither of you take notice. Not for a long time, no. But even if you did, it doesn’t matter—you couldn’t care less.

[thepaperpanda]

Pura perfección || Jake Lockley x femReader

Warnings: unprotected sex, daddy kink, rough sex, doggy style

Synopsis: You're intensely craving Jake's attention

Author: Simpster

A/N: Welcome to another day of Kinktober '23 Collaboration. Today's prompt: daddy kink

Masterlist

Since Jake was always so preoccupied with fulfilling Khonshu's tasks, he rarely had time for you, and you found yourself missing him terribly. His attention, which was so vital to you, seemed to be in short supply lately.

"Why don't you take a break and fuck me, daddy?" You asked, your voice leaking with lust. 

Jake looked up at you from above his notebook, scattered documents spilling across the coffee table before him. "I think that's just what I'll do, sweetheart," Jake replied by placing his notebook on the coffee table. He gazed at you as you stood in a doorway, exuding a sensual aura as you leaned against the frame, biting your lower lip, one of your hands slipped in your tiny shorts.

He got up from his seat and crossed the room, standing in front of you. He leant down and captured your lips in a needy, messy kiss; you let him dominate it. Lockley's strong arms encircled your waist, effortlessly hoisting you over his broad shoulder. 

“Jake!” Your compliance was met with a quick ascent up a flight of stairs, leading to a bedroom where the bed had been stripped bare, save for the crisp, inviting sheets.

With a grunt, Jake threw you onto the bed, his muscular frame claiming its place on top of yours. 

His hands, rough yet achingly gentle, began their descent along your body. Fingers danced along the fabric of your clothing, tracing a seductive path down your chest, where they met the first button of your blouse. With deliberate care, Lockley unfastened it, revealing the lacy undergarments beneath. His gaze met yours, a silent promise of the passion that was about to unfold. The second button yielded to his patient touch, exposing more of your skin to his hungry eyes. 

Each delicate release seemed to heighten the anticipation, your breath quickening in tandem with the unraveled fabric.

As he worked his way down, his fingers brushed over the curve of your waist, causing a shiver to course through your body. The blouse slipped off your shoulders, your shorts followed soon after. Jake proceeded to delicately remove your undergarments, unveiling the enticing secrets they concealed. "Fuck, eres muy sexy."

His hand began a tantalizing journey, caressing your skin from your face, tracing a tantalizing path down to your shoulders and then further south, embracing your breasts with his palms. He momentarily cupped them, savoring the feeling before descending to your nipples, his touch both gentle and possessive, eliciting a symphony of sensations that caused your back to arch in pleasure and desire, a testament to the gift he generously bestowed upon you. "Oh, daddy..."

After a few minutes of exhilarating teasing, Jake's firm grip around your waist signaled a shift in his intentions. In one fluid motion, he deftly flipped you over, compelling you to present him with your enticing, plush ass. 

You turned your head to meet his intense gaze, your expression an intoxicating blend of lust and aching need, a testament to the intoxicating journey his ministrations had taken you on, your cheeks flushed. "Please, daddy," you whined and keened when he pressed his calloused thumb into your slick heat.

Jake rumbled in response, "You're so tight for daddy, princesita. You're going to take my fucking dick so well, aren't you?" He slid his finger out and bent down to lick your pussy from  behind, from clit to hole, stopping to linger and fuck his tongue into your needy cunny. He let out a contented hum as the flavor danced across his tongue, akin to ambrosia itself. "Oh, fuck, yeah, tan deliciosa!" The tip of his tongue flickered over your slick entrance, and he grunted, palming himself through the thick fabric of his pants.

You mewled and clawed at the sheets, panting open mouthed and begging for your daddy to fuck you senseless. "Daddy, please, please! Fuck me!"

Jake drew back and put two fingers back in your cunt, fingering you deep and without mercy. 

You let out a soft whimper, your body twisting with a mix of desire and uncertainty, as if you couldn't decide whether you wanted more or to escape the situation. 

Jake unbuttoned his jeans. Not bothering to take them off, Jake pulled his hard dick out of his pants, jerked himself a few times, and rubbed the head of his cock against the sweet wetness of your pussy.

Once more, you vocalized your desire, and at last, he fulfilled it. Without warning Lockley pressed his dick inside you, thrusting hard and burying himself completely in your slick cunny.  Lockley reclined, his head tilting backward as he let out a contented sigh, feeling the relief of being completely seated inside you. 

Your cunny clenched around his throbbing dick rhythmically as you moaned his name. 

He began fucking you in earnest, filling the room with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and your combined groans and pants. 

Your breath hitched as he fucked in you at a new angle. "Yes, yes, daddy! Oh, dear God!"

"Is that your favorite spot, niña? You like when daddy fucks you right there, huh? Sí, porque eres una chica sucia," Jake growled lowly, increasing his pace.

The bed swayed to the rhythm of his thrusts.

You gasped, quivering while your cunt was slapped by Jake's calloused hand several times. "Daddy!!"

"That's a good, little slut, daddy's going to fill you with thick cum," Lockley warned, licking two of his fingers. Soon, they joined his dick in your cunny, filling you to the brim. “Fuck yeah, take it all, doll.”

You hummed your assent and Lockley gritted his teeth as he plowed into your tight cunt. His thrusts became harsher and you wailed, pressing your head to the mattress. You arched your back, cries of overwhelming pleasure escaping your lips. It felt as if you were transported to a state of pure bliss, your eyes moist with emotion, and your mind clouded with desire and ecstasy. "Yes, yes, yes, 'm cumming, daddy!" His body went rigid as he emptied himself inside you with a final guttural grunt. Jake pulled out and watched his seed drip from between your legs. "Perfección pura."

[freelancearsonist]

my boy Jake Lockley + ❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜

hehehe thank you for sending this 😈 jake needs more representation on this blog tbh

warnings: gn!reader, established relationship with both marc and steven, they don’t know about jake yet but reader does so take that how you want to, it’s a little smutty, jake should be warning enough

It’s been weeks since Jake first emerged, and you can’t stop thinking about him.

You love the time you spend with Marc and Steven, and it’s making you feel guilty. Two men should be more than enough for you, so why can’t you get Jake out of your head?

Well, the answer is simple, really. He an enigma, and you’ve always loved a mystery. And that’s not even mentioning the fact that within five minutes of meeting you, he had you bent over the edge of the couch seeing stars.

Yeah, you feel more than a little guilty. Especially when Marc and Steven seem oblivious to the presence of a third alter within their shared body.

You fell asleep in Marc’s arms the night before, and you figure you’ll wake in Steven’s. Marc has never been a morning person, but Steven loves starting the day with you.

When you yawn and stretch and there’s no sign of waking from the boys, you figure Marc is still fronting and wanting to sleep in for a while. It happens every so often, when Steven takes a day off. Sometimes the handsome Brit just needs to retreat and be alone for a bit, so you get some more time with Marc that day. Or vice versa.

But when you go to stand and start about your day, a firm set of arms wraps around your torso and keeps you firmly planted in bed. You’re about to say good morning to Steven, but then—

“And where do you think you’re going, hermosa?”

That voice is deeper than Steven’s, more accented than Marc’s. You know exactly who you’ve woken up with within a matter of seconds, and it sends a shock of excitement through your whole body.

“I was just going to go make some breakfast,” you answer innocently.

He shakes his head, dark eyes staring up at you from beneath a mess of curls.

“We have precious little time together,” he tells you. “I’d hate to waste even a second of it.”

And just like that you’re on your back again, head against the pillows with Jake’s plush lips trailing down your neck.

“I could get used to waking up like this,” you tell him through a contented hum.

The flash in his eyes as he kisses his way down your bare chest tells you he feels the same way.

[traveller-of-the-knight]

Uuuuh...

What if Matt ended up actually killing a bad guy and Jake arriving late, not knowing what had happened.

He would ask him if he got the information and tell him to run, they would call an ambulance on their way it is fine!

It was not fine.

Matt took his mask off and "looked" at Jake.

Jake would deny it. Matt- Matt wouldn't! Be couldn't take it! He knew Marc before going to wae before his first kill. He knew himself before that too. He wouldn't want the guilt to change Matt like it changed them.

Matt... He was still pure and innocent (as much as a vigilante can be) he hadn't taken a life!

No that would destroy Matt, he couldn't take it.

The police were arriving.

Matt wouldn't move.

He stayed there not carrying if the police caught him.

He took him on his back and run to were he had parked the taxi.

It would be a long night but Matt wouldn't spent it alone.

[cybersinsposts]

wrote these cuz i was bored

coworker!steven headcanons, fluff and implied smut.

★-coworker!steven grant, who was infatuated with you when he first laid his eyes on you.

★-coworker!steven grant, who shyly approached you at work to show you round the museum because Donna nagged him to.

★-coworker!steven grant,who became more talkative at work after you two became friends.

★-coworker!steven grant,who asked for your socials but was only given your number and tiktok account.

★-coworker!steven grant,who started stalking your reposts to find your interests.

★-coworker!steven grant, who always seemed to have the perfect gifts.

★-coworker!steven grant,who found your twitter account through internet stalking.

★-coworker!steven grant,who now knew what you liked sexually through your reposts and following.

★-coworker!steven grant,who finally built up the courage to ask you out on a date.

★-coworker!steven grant,who gave you the best night of your life after dinner in his flat.

[xreaderdumpster]

My faves taking care of reader when they’re sick

COMPLETELY SELF INDULGENT! Ya girl currently feeling rotten with a cold and not sleeping for two nights in a row 🙃 so I wrote some short drabbles of my faves taking care of reader to make me feel better!

Content warning: Reader is sick, nicknames, mainly Marc in the moon knight section but mentions of Steven and Jake

Gambit

“Chere, Gambit told ya he was gonna take care of ya.” Remy said as you slowly sat up. Your head spun as you did but the warm soup was calling your name. You hardly ate when sick, even Gambit’s wonderful cooking could be too much. But a simple bowl of your favourite soup wouldn’t hurt. You giggled as he got a spoonful of the liquid and blew on it before holding it closer to your lips.

“Remy, I can feed myself.” You gently protested.

“Gambit knows. But you’re sick, fais-moi plaisir.” You couldn’t help the grin forming as the spoon met your lips. The warm, delicious soup slid down your throat, soothing the ache and pain towards your tonsils. The flavour was complex yet homey. You sighed contently before taking the second spoonful Gambit held up to you.

“I can never resist your cooking.” You smiled.

“You just can’ resist Gambit.” He replied with a shit eating grin.

Shunsui

You laid in the futon, a cold compress to your forehead as sleep avoided you. A cough rattled through your chest. The door to your bedroom slid open. Shunsui stepped inside with an apologetic smile.

“How’re you feeling, petal?” He asked as he set down some papers he was carrying. You’re eyes met his as you opened your mouth to speak before another cough took over. His angular features formed a frown as he sat beside you. He began setting up a tray before you could process what was happening.

“Shun? What’re you doing?” You croaked. Shunsui set up the papers on the tray in a particular way before smiling down at you.

“If I could, I’d be taking care of your every need. But head captain duties never stop, so I’ve compromised.”

His non-dominant hand engulfed yours as you gave home a weak smile.

“Please. Hold my hand until I fall asleep?” You pleaded, interlacing your fingers with his.

“Anything for my favourite flower.”

Logan

The back of Logan’s hand pressed against your forehead.

“Jesus darlin’ you’re burning up.” He muttered as he grabbed some medicine from your bedside table.

“I’ll be ok, Lo.” You said wearily. He handed you a glass of water as you slowly sat up, gulping down the medication.

“I told you. You should’ve called in sick days ago.” Logan replied. His handsome features formed a tight frown. He was right, you should’ve just told Xavier you weren’t well enough to teach. But you were stubborn. Didn’t want to call in sick unless absolutely necessary. Now, it was beyond necessary.

“You were right. I should’ve listened to you.”

“You should’ve. Next time you’re sick like this, just say. I can cover your classes, the kids’ll understand.”

You nodded in agreement. Logan brushed some strands of hair off your sweaty forehead. Gently, his fingers brushed your cheeks. You nuzzled his hand slightly, his hands a comfort in your festering state.

“I’ll grab you a towel.” Logan said before slowly walking to the door.

“I love you.” You mumbled. He turned, a soft smile on his face,

“Love you too.”

Moon Knight

“Right, Steven said honey and lemon are good for you so I grabbed you some tea. Also grabbed you more meds, some pot noodles and-“ Marc rambled before stopping mid sentence. He’d only just clocked that you’d finally fallen asleep. After restless nights with this cold, he finally saw you with closed eyes. Your chest gently rising and falling beneath the covers. Marc huffed slightly as he began putting away the items he got. He left the medication by your bedside table along with a glass of water and a box of tissues. The bed creaked slightly as he sat beside you on the edge of the bed. Without waking you, he brushed away some hair from your face. Finally, you looked peaceful.

“Finally, she’s asleep,” He could hear Jake’s voice say.

“Yeah. Three days on the trott without sleep can’t be good.” Steven’s voice replied.

Marc nodded. Your face scrunched slightly as you fidgeted in your sleep. Marc frowned before getting under the covers, holding you close. Slowly the fidgeting subsided.

“You’re ok, sweetheart. You’re ok.” He mumbled as he stroked your back.

[pimosworld]

read it again part II

My continuation of some of my favorite fics and series to re-read.

As always please check the individual warnings on each one. I have a wide range of things I read and enjoy and it’s up to you to indulge or skip whatever you’d like.

Part I here

Frankie Morales

Taste like heaven- @magpie-to-the-morning

Fuck it I love you- @psychedelic-ink

Take care of you- @whiskeynwriting

The hunt- @absurdthirst

Santiago Garcia

Ride or Die series- @writefightandflightclub

Cold shower- @the-little-ewok

Santiago Baby- @reallyrallyauthor

Baby Please Series- @hoedamn-eron

Triple Frontier (all the boys)

Then and now- @softlyspector

Team Building Exercise- @mylifeliterally

A proposition- @dameronscopilot

Bloom- @charnelhouse

Steven Grant

But you can’t wait to sink in- @moonknightly

Batons and Unicorns series- @stormkobra-5

Panic- @peterman-spideyparker

Make it up to you- @preciousscarab

Marc Spector

Shibari- @bits-and-babs

Making trouble- @juneknight

Far too long- @fettuccin-e

Tag team- @babyboibucky

Jake Lockley

Getting to know you- @moonlight-presence

Let me help you- @screwtodd-stevesherdaddynow

Look at me- @luc-k-y

So cold- @loki-hargreeves

Moon Knight ( all the boys)

A long night- @myfictionaldreams

Limitless- @missdictatorme

More hearts than mine- @starryevermore

Torn, Show me- @blackleatherjacketz

The shape of you-niverse- @bit-dodgy-innit

Feel free to leave a comment with your favorite re-read or message me directly to include in future installments.

Please comment and reblog the authors works that they pour their time, heart and soul into.

[jayke0]

Rabbit Season

Summary: Just some drabble on how i think the system would react to their beautiful girlfriend's bunny outfit.

Rating: nsfw, smut

Warnings/Content: bunnygirl outfit, lingerie, had chubby!reader in mind but can fit for any size!, f!reader, butt plug, boob touching, ass fondling, p in v mentioned, probs typos, lmk if there's anything else I should add :).

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• Steven would be the first one you'd show. He's arguably the easiest to impress, which in turn makes him the easiest to work up.

• You'd give him a looong make-out session first and get him down to his boxers, only to slink out of the room to change.

• You'd look at him with a lidded gaze when you re-enter the bedroom, hands held politely in front of you.

• “Bloody hell…” He'd murmur and gesture for you to come closer as he'd sit himself on the edge of the bed. “I'm guessing you like it.” You'd chuckle.

• “Like it?! That's a bit of an understatement, innit? I mean-.” Steven would rest his hands on your waist, stroking his large hands up and down the slick, black material. “You look bloody gorgeous, love. So so sexy..” His words would trail off as he'd look at you, in complete awe of the goddess in front of him.

• His face would be between your boobs before you'd even get another word in, tugging down the front of the suit hard enough to male you jolt forward.

• He'd apologize profusely while not even taking his mouth off of your flesh, and you'd simply laugh and pat his head in response.

• Jake would be next, since he gives you, by far, the best responses, even to the most mundane of underwear.

• You'd make sure he's busy with cooking first, before you'd leave and return in the outfit. He'd turn to ask you a question, only for it to die in his throat as his eyes would rake over your body sitting on the counter.

• “Dios mío... Eres malvado, amor, verdaderamente malvado.” He'd grumble as he’d put the spatula down and approach you with a hungry look in his eye.

• “Lemme see you.” He'd help you hop off the counter and twirl you around as if you're dancing, stopping your hips when he'd catch a glimpse of the gap cut into the ass of the outfit, revealing a pretty bunnytail buttplug you'd bought to match with the ears.

• “Ay mi vida,” his voice would be practically dripping with lust as he'd tug the tail lightly and give the exposed flesh of your ass a light slap.

• “Gonna turn this off, then imma fuck ya over this counter, okay?” And of course you'd say yes.

• Marc's unflinching demeanour is what would make you pick him last. You know that he's always going to appreciate you, but those first few moments make butterflies flutter in your stomach.

• You'd wait till he’d been out on a mission, knowing that he's always riled up after one. You'd lay as casually as possible across the bed, facing the doorway.

• You'd then be surprised at the impressive amount of expression that'd tear across his face as he'd see you, looking at you as if he's a predator and you're his prey… which would be rather fitting, really.

• He'd love playing with the ears as he'd fuck you from behind, not even having taken the suit off thanks to the convenient “access” hole cut into the fake leather.

• He'd mumble in your ear about “what a good bunny” you are, and how well you take his “big cock”, all things that'd ultimately end with you a panting and sweaty heap on the bed.

[eyelessfaces]

this little thing has been sitting in my drafts for so long, it's finally time to let it out – you help marc tie his tie

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He rolled his eyes, wetting his lips, head tilted and looking at the ceiling. “I know how to tie a tie.” he grumbled under his breath before looking down at you as you untied the messy knot he had just made and had quickly gotten angry at. –He didn’t. He didn’t know how to tie a tie, and he hated having to do it when Jake wasn’t here. Marc was not a patient man, and frankly it suited him pretty well that you had offered him your help, even if he wouldn’t admit it because he was angry at himself for not even being able to do the futile action of tying a tie.

“Do you?” you asked, looking up at him in disbelief. “Have you even ever needed to really dress up and put a tie on?” 

Since you were together, the few times where he happened to need to dress up, he just put on a plain white shirt and a suit jacket and called it a day.

He had needed to wear a tie before. The first time was long ago, and he unfortunately remembered it clearly – when he was a child, for his brother’s funeral, but his father had tied it for him, giving him a weak, saddened smile when he was done.

“I have. But I hate those” he mumbled under his breath, hating the thought of the memory, and you pinched your lips as you tied the fabric around his collar. “It’s uncomfortable and suffocating.”

“Well you don’t have to tighten it all the way up” you declared as you showed him, tightening the knot loose enough so it wouldn’t choke him. “The point is not to choke you, it should just,” you pause, adjusting the knot. “–Hang around your shirt collar, not your neck” You brought his collar down and smoothed it so it sat properly. “Does it feel okay?” 

He pinched his lips, nodding weakly.

“See? No need to get worked up.” you gave him a small grin, and he forced a smile of the same kind, as he sat down on the edge of your shared bed.

“I usually leave it to Steven and Jake” 

This very specific statement always meant that there was something deeper behind, usually something he didn’t want to talk about – it was just the way Marc was, barely scratching the surface of things, peeling the smallest amount possible off his problems. 

“I’ll gladly take the task from now on” you smiled, this smile growing even wider as he rested his hand over yours to lightly, appreciatively squeeze it. “And I’ll happily take it off of you when we come back” you grinned, lightly tugging on his tie with your other hand.

He chuckled, lacing his fingers with yours. “Don’t make me excited to come back already. Or to not go at all” he smirked, the frown over his face finally cleared away. 

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[sweetercalypso]

Mercenary || Marc Spector

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: while on an undercover mission, Marc suspects he’s been recognized. In hopes of protecting his disguise, he’s forced to get creative.

Notes: no major warnings; kissing, cursing, and vague mentions of alcohol. Canon? Don’t know her. Pre-Moon-Knight Marc with no mentions of Khonshu or alters. No reader pronouns.

“Darling, there you are!”

You turn at the sound of a nearby voice, surprised to see a man standing just out of reach with his attention and his arms outstretched in your direction.

The touch of his hand against your shoulder sends chills down your spine as you look over the stranger with mannered scrutiny. The evening had been overwhelmed with small talk and cordial chatter, yet the dark eyes staring back at you were an unfamiliar sight.

“I’m sorry, I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.” Your soft reply is barely audible over the melodic string music traveling through the busy ballroom.

The man furrows his brow slightly before wiping the uncertainty from his features. His broad shoulders pull back and he gives a small grin. His charcoal grey suit and black oxfords don’t offer much significance amongst the sea of champagne socialites in attendance, but his mused hair and the yellowing bruise over his jaw are enough to tell you that he’s a character out of place.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he laughs airily. His hand drops slowly from your shoulder, travelling down your arm before he waves over a nearby waiter and grabs two glasses from the tray of tawny bubbling spirits.

“I don’t think we’ve met,” you say, accepting the drink with a gracious smile.

“No,” he clinks his glass against yours. “I would’ve remembered meeting you.”

Raising the glass to your painted lips, you take a moment to study the man in front of you. He doesn’t seem impressed by the room’s ornate décor, nor is he drawn to the sea of lively barons and their engrossed coterie.

Instead, he seems to count the expanse of windows across every wall, eyes jumping over each exit like he’s planning an escape. His presence draws no attention, and he doesn’t acknowledge partygoers as they waltz by. It seems, in fact, that this man is a stranger to more than just your company.

“So,” you drawl, startling the stillness that had settled around the two of you. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m having a lovely evening with a beautiful stranger.”

“Right.” You nod curtly, not missing the glint of mischief in his eye. “But what, exactly, brings you here this evening?”

You lean in closely, eyes locking onto his to gauge his reaction. “You look like a man on a mission.”

His face morphs into a look of surprise. He mulls over your words for a minute, surely weighing his options in his mind. Finally, he sighs, a sly grin creeping over his features.

“You caught me.”

Your eyes widen at his unexpected response, realizing that you were right about this rogue stranger. Thoughts of peril and unknown dangers flash in your mind like a silent alarm, but a small voice insists that he’s no threat to you.

“I’m here on business,” he begins, eyes flickering over the oblivious crowd gathered just out of earshot. “I got close to my mark earlier, but the guards got suspicious. I just need to blend in until the party’s over.”

You nod absently, giving thought to what he’d said. “So, you’re here to kill someone?”

“Not today,” he quips with a click of his tongue. “Too much of a mess.”

Nervous laughter spills from your lips. You fight to contain your sudden reaction, but it’s too much to keep from overflowing. This stranger – charming and entertaining as he may be – is dangerous, and his presence is surely no laughing matter.

Taking a moment to quiet your composure, you miss the way the man’s eyes flicker once – twice – over your shoulder when he notices a group of tall, serious-looking men moving steadily in your direction. His jaw tightens and he quickly ducks his head, deflating the humor from your lungs in an instant.

“Is everything alright?” You ask, tilting your head to meet his downcast gaze.

The man shakes his head stiffly and takes another survey of the room, searching for a way to make an escape. He spots the thicket of slow dancers in front of the orchestra and he’s quick in forming a plan.

“Dance with me.”

“What?” You blink at him with wide eyes, not sure what to think of his sudden request.

“I think I’ve been spotted and I need to hide my face. Dance with me. Please.”

A short nod is enough of an answer for the raven-haired man. He slips the half-empty champagne flute from your grasp, abandoning your drinks on a nearby table in favor of leading you towards the dance floor across the room. The two of you weave wordlessly through the throng of duos until the rest of the room is lost beyond the intimate sway of the masses.

He stops once he’s sure he’s out of sight, jaw tensing like he’s deep in thought. His hand guides yours to rest softly on his shoulder while his other palms aptly at your hip.

“M’not much of a dancer,” he says quietly, almost apologetic in the way his feet immediately begin to stumble into yours.

The corners of your mouth tick upwards as you fight back a grin. With each ungainly step he takes in creating a clumsy waltz, you begin to see more of the humble man behind the disguise.

“That’s alright,” you assure him with a smile. “I’ll lead.”

You plant your feet as confidently as you can manage and use your hold on his shoulder to push and pull him along with your strides.

One foot leads the other and the two of you fall into a fluid, measured step. Before long, you’re moving in a comfortable sway like familiar friends or devoted partners.

“Are they looking for me?” He asks lowly once you’re turned in the right direction to see the party over his shoulder.

Two gruff men in plain black suits roam through the crowd on either side of the room, slowly taking count of each person in attendance.

You suck in a deep breath as one glances in your direction, almost as if he knows he’s being watched.

“Yeah,” you reply in a whisper, nodding your head as subtly as you can. “I see at least four, and they’re heading this way.”

“Shit,” he curses under his breath. “I was trying to avoid making a scene.”

The situation calls for action, but you’re unable to think of any way to help the man beyond what you’ve done thus far. You’re not a spy, or anything else of importance that might’ve granted you the skills to aid in this affair.

Just as one of the guards begins to part through the dancing couples, a wave of panic washes over you. In an act of instinct, rather than tactic, you lean in and press your lips to his, placing a hand on the stranger’s cheek in order to hide his face.

He’s still for a moment before he reacts and wraps his arm around you in a tight embrace. His mouth moves against yours skillfully, eagerly, like this impromptu kiss was planned all along.

The guard is long gone by the time you pull away, breathless and wide-eyed at the realization of what you’d done.

“I’m so sorry-” you drop your hands from his face, taking a step back to put a respectable distance between the two of you. “I don’t know what came over me. I saw the guard coming and-”

“Thank you,” he interrupts your nervous apology with a grateful smile.

“I have to go while they’re still busy looking for me, but really, you’ve been a great help.”

He’s turning to leave before you can think to stop him, disappearing into the crowd without so much as a hint as to who he is or where he’s going next. The mystery of the evening remains unsolved, much to your displeasure.

“Wait.”

You’re pushing through the crowd to follow after him, careless of the odd glances you receive from demure guests in your wake.

When you’re close enough to touch him, you call out another “wait!”, grabbing his wrist to keep from losing him in the crowd.

You’re almost upset with him for leaving so feebly, although you’d never admit it out loud. The thrill of the evening had sparked something inside of you, and the spontaneous kiss had only left you wanting more. But now that the adventure is dying down, you’re beginning to lose your confidence.

When you realize he’s waiting for you to speak, you’re suddenly at a loss for words. The need for excitement has grown cold, fizzling out until you’re left with a dreadful pit in the bottom of your stomach.

“I, uh- I didn’t get your name.”

It’s an anticlimactic end to your meeting, but it’s all you can think to say in the moment.

He flashes a smile that reminds you of when you’d first met. No longer faced with the threat of guards closing in, the man’s cool composure has been restored. With a familiar sly expression, he offers only a fleeting response before he’s whisked away:

“Don’t worry – I’m sure we’ll meet again.”

[endofthelinegang]

guys wait don’t kill me

I promise I’m not done writing for everyone I’ve been writing for

but I’m on vacation and we’ve been rewatching moonknight

IM SO BACK PLZ SEND ME SOME STUFF

I SWEAR ILL MIX IT IN WITH MY REGULAR CONTENT

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Loki

Headcanons:

How Loki would celebrate your birthday

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Showing Loki you love him

Dating Loki would include

Oneshots:

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Proposal

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Surprise

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[romana-after-dark]

Control

Jake Lockley

Dark! Masterlist

Summary: Jake Lockley gets turned on killing bad men.

600 words

Warnings: Killing, graphic depictions of violence, lots of blood talk, blood play, masturbation uuhhhhhhh that's it? But I think thats enough lol.

Inspired by this thot with @melodygatesauthor

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Jake couldn’t help that it felt so god damn good.

The killing, that is.

The adrenalyn, the excitement, the blood smearing everywhere, the way he could hurt and heal but god, the hurt turned him on. Stuffed painfully tight into the Moon Knight suit with a throbbing erection, Jake always hurried home to furiously jack off in the shower, those moments a treasured bit of peace; the one goddamn thing he had for himself before putting the body to bed after hydrating and eating some real food if Marc had been in control eating junk to long and laying down in Steven’s t-shirt and sweats.

He wasn’t so sure he was gonna make it this time.

It was a particularly violent killing, the kind that a man like this deserved, and Jake was relishing in the revenge, hoping everyone he had harmed would hear of the gorey details and feel vindicated. Every stab, every slice every gush of blood from a vein hit that burst out from his still beating heart fueled him, like dirty words screamed while fucking a woman and christ almight he was ready to cum right there in the suit. The man had foolishly shot him, and although the suit healed him quickly, the pain was sharp and the masochist in him was in blinding eroticism.

When the artery quit spilling red onto the white suit, Jake fell back, desperately palming himself, ignoring Khonshu’s words of disgust.

“Can’t help it, feels… so… good…”

Jake gave into the temptation and the bottom half of his suit disappeared. Jake spit into his hand, but it wasn’t enough… he reached into the open wound of the nearly dead man and felt the luke-warm blood coat his hands before painting his cock red, furiously masterbating to the sight of the monster he had just killed.

There was no time for pretense, there was no time to build himself up or tease himself, Jake needed to cum, he needed this.

“Fucking piece of shit.” He growled, swiping over the slit at the tip. “Fucking deserved it, every last bit.” Faster, tighter, so close, so close… “I fucking own you, pendejo, you pathetic, worthless,-FUCK” Jake was cut off by his balls tightening, and as he looked down at the life he took, his chest powerful and heaving in the suite, he felt like god himself, controlling who is worthy of life and death. He is in control, and the lives of the people in this city are at his mercy, in his hands… and god his hand felt so good. He spit on his dick again, the blood and saliva making it so wet, so sloppy… sounding like the wettest pussy he ever fucked.

Beat red and throbbing, Jake came in long, pulsing streaks on the body in front of him, spilling his cum and desecrating the dead body and he milked out every last fucking drop from his cock before the suite reappeared. 

Thunderolled above him, and soon the rain would wash Marc and Steven’s DNA of the body, Khonshu would make sure of it. Panting heavily, Jake felt the breeze prick at the sweet on his skin, signaling it was time to go as the storm rolled in. Steven can’t miss any more work  if he catches a cold…

Jake brushed everything else aside. The power, the control, the ecstasy he felt… his moment was over, and now it was time to get the body to bed, to take care of Steven and Marc while they were blissfully unaware he existed.

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[traveller-of-the-knight]

Ok, so!

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

But but but hear me out!

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

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

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

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

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

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