#jake lockley headcanon

[redeyerhaenyra]

The main difference between the moon boys as they walk past you:

Marc: Slaps your ass and then walks away, hiding his smirk as you tell him off

Steven: Pecks you on the side of your head sweetly, but is unable to keep his eyes from looking down your shirt

Jake: Just straight up pinches your bum and then kisses you as you squeal in surprise

Ty to @Silvernight-m for providing the jake headcanon mwah mwah x

[thedevilsoftruth]

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

Jus.. just Marc Spector..

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

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

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

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

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

[blue-sadie]

Broken Words

Moon System x Reader

How they apologize after fights

Steven Grant

You normally never had a argument or anything as bad as this, you guys had disagreements but you always talked it out but marc and jake have gotten on his nerves and he took it out on you, he grimaced as he thought back to the words he said to you and the look of hurt that was plastered on your face.

You were ignoring him and he hated it with a passion he'll try everything to get you to talk to him, he made you tea but all you said was 'thanks' you wouldn't come to bed you'd rather sleep in the couch and he couldn't fall asleep without you so he'd lay awake staring up at the ceiling.

"My love are you awake" he asked as he slowly raised himself off the bed 'mh" he heard you hum and slowly walked to the couch and took a seat on the ground beside you, you were angry with him but it didn't stop you from caring, "I'm sorry for the things I said.... I didn't mean any of it"

He breathing quickened as he tried to form words to help fix the mess he created, he flinched slightly as he felt your hand caress his cheek he leaned into it and took a deep breath before continuing "marc and jake have been at eachothers throats lately and they just won't shut up and I'm sorry that I took it out on you" he would grab your hand and hold it tightly and wait for you to speak "I accept your apology".

Marc Spector

He'd leave the flat to let himself cool off and give you space, his time away from the flat grew 30 minutes to an hour to 2, his guilt grew he would mutter to himself and didn't even look at the time intill it was 2 am he would curse at himself and slowly make his way home knowing that you would be asleep.

But you weren't, he opened the door to see you sitting on the couch staring at him with tears rolling down your face it made him want the ground to open up and swallow him whole, he'll take off his jacket and shoes while still maintaining eye contact with you and slowly make his way to sit beside you, he would nervously grab your hand and hold it between both of his while he two started to cry.

His body will shake with sadness as he stared into your eyes the flashes of the fight appearing in his mind, he clasped the couch cushion tightly as he tried to steady himself "forgive me" he would murmur quietly over and over he would get lost in his mind and was only brought back as you layed a gentle hand on his.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry for everything I've done to you, I make you worry everyday day and I see that, I don't deserve you I don't deserve anything you give to me" he tears became more frequent as he spoke "I am trying to become the man you deserve, I am trying so fucking hard and it's scary I-I I'm trying ok and I'm sorry for all the shit I've done" you'd carefully pulled him to you letting him cry it out into your chest as you rub his back in comfort "I forgive you".

Jake Lockley

He would completely shut down and let one of the others front and let them console you, he wouldn't come out for weeks, marc and steven would try to get him to front and when they did he would just leave not saying a thing to you, when he came back you would be sleeping on the couch facing away from the door.

He would walk over to you, gently pick you up making sure he wouldn't wake you and carry you to the bed covering you with the duvet and blankets, he would lean down and lay a gentle kiss on your forehead before going to sleep on the couch himself.

He would wake up to you handing him a cup of coffee and he would try to get steven or marc to come out but they wouldn't saying that he need to fix this "trying to run away" you would smile trying to lighten the mood he would give a light hum and take the coffee out of your hand placing it on the coffee table.

"I'm sorry mi amor" he whispered and softly patted the space beside him which you hesitantly took "I've just been under a lot of stress" he would be to nervous to meet your gaze the guilt was eating him alive "I already had to protect marc and steven I think the thought of not being able to protect you as was getting to me" you grabbed his face between your hands and gently caressed his cheeks "it's ok I forgive you".

[eyelessfaces]

Jake being utterly horrified when he realizes he's in love with you. You're doing the most mundane thing: taking out the trash, watching TV, studying and muttering about stupid history dates. He's not supposed to do this. He's supposed to protect his boys. He's supposed to sit in the back, be the throwaway forever until he's needed to be the shield. He can't love. He's not supposed to.

But he does. With you. When he sees Marc and Steven love you, he's watching like a lost puppy. When you're humming to yourself, walking on your toes and wearing dresses, in the sun, or in the rain, he feels the need to protect you. That's all it is, right? Yeah. It's just his instinct to protect. That's his purpose. He's a guard dog, not a human.

But protecting you from the simplest of things isn't what he does. Tripping over your shoe, catching a cold and being helpless for a few moments out of the day, you being on your period. He wants to ward it all away.

You rarely see him, so it's a surprise when the gruff man is just a bit terrified at the sight of you. You'd just gotten out of the shower, and he stares at you. At first, you think it's Steven. He's skittish, an anxious mess. But it's not Steven when he asks:

"...can I love you?"

"he's a guard dog not a human" STOP STOOOOOOOOP HAAAAAAAA

we, as a fandom, need more jake angst fr stop being horny start making him a wet dog (jk)

[one-fin-wonder]

Requested Headcanon: The Moon Boys Being Protective When You Get Catcalled

A/N: Again, I think this was a tad OOC, but I love what I wrote for Jake sooooo here. BTW: this was requested by a best friend so bestie if you're seeing this: love youuuu, I hope you liked it.

Marc Spector

He would become tense and stop in his tracks as soon as he heard the words fall from the person’s mouth

“What did you say?” He would instantly become defensive for you

“No I want to hear what you had to say to them? Not so cocky now huh?”

He’d put his arm around you in a protective stance as he glares at the person who had the audacity to catcall you

If the person persists with phrases such as “If they didn’t want attention they shouldn’t have dressed like that.” or “what? It’s just a compliment.” Marc would get too upset and Steven or Jake would have to take over

Steven Grant

Steven would look at you making sure you’re okay before he confronts the jerk who called out to you

He would squeeze your hand gently with a small nod as he turns to the person 

“Oye! Learn some respect you fucking doughnut!” he’d continue trying to comfort you gently as he yells at the person

“You need to be taught manners, mate.” he’d turn away holding you close as he tries to calm you down 

“I’m so sorry, love. You shouldn’t have to hear that.” He’d walk you away from the jerk and he’d put an arm around you gently 

“How about *Insert favorite treat here*, huh?” He’d try to bring up the mood and turn this into a positive for you

Jake Lockley 

He would be as tense as a brick wall

“¡CÁLLATE MADRE BARATA DE PUTA!” (“Shut up you cheap mother fucker”) He’d practically throw himself towards this dude like a rabid animal

He would crack his knuckles “está bien querida, yo me encargaré de esto,” (“It's alright dear, I'll take care of this,”) he’d mutter as he stands in front of the now terrified dude

“Wait in the car,” Ah yes his famous car. He’d try his best to make you feel safe whenever you were in it. A safe haven if you will. 

He wouldn’t hold back his wrath. That’s all I’ll say about the hell he will give the person who dared to catcall his beloved. 

He’d come back to the car taking his gloves off carefully and putting them in his pocket, “¿Estás bien? Ya no te molestarán.” (“Are you okay? They won’t bother you anymore.”)

He’d hold you close, placing a kiss on your forehead gently, 

Once he knew you were okay he’d squeeze your hand gently “Let’s go home, yeah?”

[thesecretwriter]

how each moon boy would react to you randomly ignoring them (sfw).

summary: what the title says!

warning: fluff, maybe slight angst?

word count: 919 words

a/n: nothing really, just hope you enjoy sweet fluff ft moon boys.

minors/ageless blogs dni.

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Steven Grant:

“Love, do you think we could get some takeout tonight?”

“…”

“Love?”

He walked towards where you were sitting in bed, huddled with pillows and blankets. He briefly smiled at the sight, but frowned when your eyes didn’t meet his.

You were trying so hard to bite back the smile at the sight of his confused expression.

The bed dipped on his side as he sat next to you. His arms make their way around you and pull you closer.

“Oi. I asked you something,” his tone still held confusion, but also slight urgency.

You took your phone in hand and started to scroll on social media, still ignoring him.

“Am I invisible or something?” he tried to snatch your phone out of your hand but failed when you turned away from him.

“What did I do?”

His tone quickly changed to hurt, and that was one thing you couldn’t resist.

Steven would never intentionally hurt you… or anyone. So, hearing him like that pulled at your heart strings.

You set your phone down and turn to him, pulling him towards you the same way he did.

“Nothing baby, you didn’t do anything. Was just messing with you,” you said and peppered kisses on his face.

He huffed at your words and pulled away.

“Not funny,” he mumbled and got out of bed.

“Steven, I was kidding,” you follow him into the kitchen. His back still turned to you.

He walked towards one of his many books and takes one before walking back to bed and opening it to read.

You scoff in amusement.

“Are you ignoring me now?” you say with a chuckle.

He remained as he was and flipped to the next page of the book.

“Fine, I’ll just go get food for myself then,” you walk towards the front door.

“WAIT,”

Marc Spector:

“We need to go grocery buying later,” he said looking into the fridge as he opened a can of coke.

Usually, you would acknowledge what he said with a hum, but you remained quiet as you watched TV.

He raised an eyebrow at your lack of response but chalked it up to you being invested in your show.

His arms made their way around your shoulders like they normally did as he joined you on the couch, however, you pulled away from him.

The look on his face almost made you burst with laughter as you saw it from the side of your eye.

“Why’re you being moody?” the question was accompanied by a tone of annoyance.

Oh? So, you’re moody now.

You continued to ignore him and watch TV as he set the can of coke on the small coffee table.

“I’m talking to you here,” he motioned with his hands, now looking at you with a slight glare and tight lips.

“…”

After a few moments he got up from the couch.

“Infuriating woman,” he mumbled and walked towards your bed.

That’s when you threw the couch pillow at him.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around scarily slow. You knew what was coming and ran towards the bathroom to escape, but alas he was too quick for you.

You were hoisted over his shoulder as he walked towards your bed and as soon as you were on your back, he began tickling you.

“I’m s-sorry… please marc, stop!” you said between laughter.

“Are you gonna talk to me now?”

“YES,”

He laid next to you and waited for an explanation.

“I was ignoring you, as a joke,” you said with a mischievous smile.

He sighed in disdain and then continued to tickle you till tears stung your eyes.

Jake Lockley:

He locked the front door behind him and walked further into the apartment.

He just got back from work and wanted nothing more than to enjoy your company as you talked his ear off about your day.

It was silent as he entered your shared room where you were reading. You didn’t glance up and meet his eyes with a warm smile like you typically did.

“Hello, mi corazón. I got you that candy you wanted,”

The candy was placed in your lap, and he paused for you to say something.

“Mi corazón?”

He waited for the kiss on the cheek that he always got when he came home.

“…”

He raised a brow and stood at the beside looking at you. Stubbornly, he took the book out of your hand and closed it.

Generally, you would try and take the book back from him or snap at him, but since you were playing with him. You got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Jake being hot on your heels.

“Entonces será así, sólo vas a ignorarme?” (You’re just going to ignore me?)

You open the cupboard and take out a bowl and some noodles – continuing to ignore him. You walk to the stove and prepare to make the noodles.

Jake stands behind you and waits.

“Mi corazón?”

“…”

He let out a huff of frustration and forced you to turn toward him.

His lips were on yours in a demanding kiss, you automatically returned the kiss and let your hands lay on his chest as he pulled you towards him.

“Did I do something?” he asked in a grumpy tone.

You shook your head.

“Just playing around with you,” you smiled, still feeling giddy from the kiss.

He replied by bringing his lips to yours again.

[moonlight-prose]

playground - 🖤

do u think mr jake lockley would let u steal his hat 😳

STOLEN

a/n: the way i can't stop thinking about this man and stealing his hat. i'd like to wear it at all times. if just to show him i can steal it and he won't do shit about it. i'm throwing this into bullet points because if i do a whole fic i will go on for about 10k. (i had to use that gif because it makes me die every fucking time.)

warnings: jake lockley being possessive and hot. proceed with caution ahead. not for the faint of heart.

Stealing his hat started two weeks into dating him. (Well okay not dating, but meeting every few nights for a drink and some late night...talking).

He didn't expect it the first time it happened.

After all who did you think you were, stealing his hat right off his head and placing it on yours? All the while wearing a sly little smile that made his heart pound in a way it hadn't before.

He let you wear it for the rest of the night before stealing it back as you kissed him - your breath tasting like the sugary drink you ordered at the bar.

The second time it happened he didn't even notice until you were pressed up against the wall of your apartment. His lips attached hungrily to yours, hands yanking up the mini skirt you wore. Your hands found their way into the curls at the back of his head and it's only when you pulled did he notice.

He took it back the same way as before. When you were too distracted to even notice. The dark red hickey at the base of his neck was worth getting his hat back on his head.

He let you steal it two more times after that. Where he looked forward to that small smile every time. Wanting to know what he could do to keep it there.

Except then he took notice of how much he actually liked seeing you in his hat. How people turned to see that you belonged to him, because of it. The first time the realization dawned on him, he had ended up getting you back to your place before you could even reach the bar.

Thankfully you didn't question his actions. Even though you suspected nonetheless.

The second time the realization hit him, he was inside of you. Relishing in the way your moans had grown in pitch. Signaling the end of your release.

He had watched as your face contorted in pleasure, mouth falling open and hands gripping onto his shoulders. You felt him everywhere. The pressure of his hands on your hips, each strong thrust of his cock pressing against something mind numbing. It was all too much - yet not enough. Bordering right on the precipice of euphoria.

But then...he took off his hat, and placed it on your head. Positioning it to where it as perfectly snug and wouldn't budge. He watched your eyes grow darker with need, your breaths coming out in short gasps.

Jake didn't know what he liked more. The sight of you reduced to a wanton moaning mess, or the knowledge that when you wore his hat. You were his.

The fact that you knew it too was an added bonus.

From then on he looked forward to those times when your hand would reach out and place his hat on your head. Knowing you had just stolen more than just an object, but him as well.

[girlwithwolftatoo]

Hey! How would the moon boys react to fem!reader? Cupping their face in her hand out of the blue?

Weather is more than appropiate for fluff stuff <3

Moon Boys + Reader cupping their face

Marc Spector:

The most reluctant of three. He craves for signs of affection but won't react positively to it at first.

Your hands holding his face makes him feel... weird, a little vulnerable, a little childish. Consider most of his childhood and adolescence he didn't get much love.

"Drop it" he murmurs, but he's not serious. Won't take your hands off, won't turn away, he just struggles with his own feelings.

Little by little, he breaks. He sobs with an expression of embarrasment, as if waiting you'd find it ridiculous or stupid (which of course, isn't the case), and may kneel down as you still cup his face, all defeated and tired.

Listening words of reassurement and compassion is the best for him. Feeling you trust him and love him despite any mistake or flaw gives him the self-confidence he lost so long time ago, and the fact you don't judge him is even more important.

"I'm sorry, I... I know I'm not good foor you..." "You never say that again, Marc. It's a lie. You're good, for yourself and for me"

Steven Grant:

You probably caught him in the middle of a crisis or a panic attack, mumbling so fast his accent becomes thicker and you can barely undestand what he says, and once you put your hands on his jaw...

"What are...? Ohhh that feels better, yes..." he murmurs as soon as the warmth of your hands relax him almost immediately.

May close his eyes just to enjoy your spoils, even will accept to sit and, perhaps, a little massage on the shoulders (he's very ticklish so be careful).

Little by little, his tangled mind takes a straight trail of thoughts, and he vents everything in a more calmed tone. It's not just the flesh to flesh contact, it's the fact you're there, listening him, what helps him to recover quick.

Chances are he may reccomend to take a nap together, just to be sure he'll wake up in a better mood, or simply make some tea for you and him as a gesture of appreciation for what you did.

"Honestly don't know what would I do if you weren't here, love"

Jake Lockley:

For this case I can imagine two scenarios: one, Jake returning early in the morning, all tired and moody, or two, you having to approach Jake to calm him down since he's losing a little his temper and probably about to do something hideous.

If it's the first case, Jake simply walks in, dropping his jacket nd mumbling something about being sick of everything. Once your hands reach his face, he sighs almost in relief, as if he just entered a hot bathtub.

"I'd wish I could spend night here with you instead of outside more often, bonita" he complains and groans like an exhausted dog, allowing you to rub his face. A soft smile appears in his lips, and you know he's back to normal again, like a spell.

The other scenario sounds dangerous, but not because of Jake. As soon as he feels your presence right next to him, something in his mind sounds an alarm and he stops anything he's doing. If you'd got hurt during his watch, he would never forgive himself.

"Jake, Jake!" anyways you need to call him out to be sure he's paying attention. "It's okay, mi amor, it's over". Just a single hand will do, and he cups it into his own hand, gently squitting his eyes.

"Perdóname, princesa, I just... had a bad time" he murmurs, grabbing onto your hand as if he'd never let it go.

[syrma-sensei]

Us, @wysteria-clad 😌

[melodygatesauthor]

The Sweetest Gift

Mafia Boss Jake Lockley X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested by @missdictatorme

Part 2

Kinks - Claiming/Ownership + Auctions

I would LOVE to continue this fic but I just don't have the time so honestly if anyone feels the urge to take this and run with it, be my guest, please tag me for credit (and so I can read it hehe).

Summary

You've been purchased at auction and gifted to the mafia boss Jake Lockley. He's much kinder than you expected, and takes a liking to you immediately.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, kinda sorta dubious consent but not really? You have to squint, corruption kink, fingering, soft Jake Lockley, claiming, mentions of sex slavery, virgin reader but no loss of virginity.

Word Count: 805

“Wow,” Jake muttered under his breath as you approached him timidly, “you said she was bought at auction?”

Steven nodded, “yes sir, a gift f’you by Harrow. He says she’s a peace offering.”

Jake’s lips curled up into a smirk, “quite the offering,” he beckoned you over with a gloved finger, “come here sweetheart, let me get a good look at you.”

You were barely in arm’s reach when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you onto his lap, gripping your bare waist tightly and feeling you over. He hummed in approval, eyes scanning your body like he might devour you. He looked handsome, you thought, with a pronounced nose and beautiful dark curls. His eyes twinkled when his gaze fell on yours, as though he genuinely cared for you, but you knew that couldn’t be true. The girls who were auctioned off to mafia bosses didn’t get to experience love and care, they were only objects made for pleasure.

Jake pulled one of your legs over his lap so you were straddling him. A gasp fell from your mouth when he wasted no time pressing two leather coated fingers between your pussy lips. He let out a dark snicker, pulling them back and turning them, admiring the way they glistened with your arousal in the dim light of the room.

“Everyone out,” he said coldly.

“But sir we–”

He shot Steven a daring glare before the man left the room, followed by the others who scurried to obey. It was just you and him now, and you’d never felt so anxious before. Your bottom lip quivered, and your breath was shaking with every exhale. Jake brought his fingers to his lips, baring his teeth down on the glove and pulling it off his hand.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me, cariño, I’m not going to take from you the way others have,” he touched your face softly, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone, “instead, I want you to take what you want from me.”

He slid his fingers back between the lips of your cunt again, curling them upward before realizing…no one had ever touched you before.

“Oh…sweetheart…” he cooed, “no one’s ever taken anything from you before, have they? Oh what a gift…” He moved his fingers in a sliding motion, watching as your lips parted and small gasps escaped you, “then let me be the one to claim you, hm?”

He slid a single finger into your greedy hole, watching your body shake in response. You were so sensitive, so desperate for touch. Had you never even touched yourself before? Judging by the way his simple motions made your entire frame quiver, he guessed not. He used the pad of his thumb to roll over your hungry clit while he used his middle finger to continue fucking your little hole.

“That’s it sweet girl, give yourself over to me,” his breath hitched when your cunt fluttered over him, “tell me how that feels,” his voice was deep and sultry.

You choked on your words, struggling to get them out, “mm g-good sir, it’s…ohh!”

He let out a low chuckle, “you’re squeezing around my finger so tight sweetheart,” he let out a long exhale, “why don’t you kiss me, wanna taste those pretty lips.”

You leaned forward, pressing your lips into his gently, as though you were afraid he might bite them off. You felt the hand that rested on your hip move up to grab behind your head, pulling you in deeper. Jake’s tongue split the seam of your mouth, forcing its way into you, swallowing your whimpers while you continued grinding yourself on his finger.

“I…I feel…ah…” your breath caught in your throat, along with your words.

You felt a heat pooling in your center, tingling and burning like fire; like something ready to explode any second.

“It’s okay, that’s a good thing, let it happen…”

He started moaning into your mouth, kissing you deeper, moving his thumb faster. In short order, you were falling victim to that delicious sensation that crept over your entire body, making you pliant and numb. Your mind went white, your cunt clenched around his finger like a vice grip. Your head fell back, and Jake started kissing your chest as you melted into his touch. You’d never felt anything like it, and now you wanted more.

You looked back down at him, breathless as you came down from your high, “what…what was that…s-sir…?”

Jake smirked, looking up at you, “that’s just a small fraction of what I can give you my sweet girl,” he pulled his finger from you and popped it in his mouth, “mm,” he grabbed both of your hips, pulling you down to feel the arousal prodding through his slacks. “Now I’m gonna show you what else we can do…”

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[redeyerhaenyra]

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

Summary: It's been a month since you've broken up with the moon knight system, and you start to notice someone.. watching you

Warnings: Stalking, breaking and entering, kidnapping, yandere themes, angst, no beta we die like harrow

Notes: So after all the positive responses on this post I just had to create in headcanon form- for those who want to listen to the song that inspired this fic, here :)

Breaking up with the moon boys was the hardest thing you'd ever had to do, but it did need to be done.

With the near constant dissappearing to do Khonshu's bidding, sometimes for weeks on end, with only a note or a text to tell you where they were and then radio silence, it was just too much for you. Your heart couldn't take waiting for them, worrying that they would never return, even if Khonshu was protecting them.

And so, you had begun the process of moving out during the time they were away on a mission.

Marc had come home to find your clothes, trinkets, anything that would indicate your presence gone.

You were there though.

Normally you'd be so happy to see him again, running up to him and kissing him with all your might.

Today, instead, you sadly smiled at him.

"Baby, what's up?" Marc had asked, gently holding your forearms after you had rejected his hug. He could tell you were upset.

"Baby?" "I'm leaving, Marc. I'm sorry."

He had stared at you, dumbfounded. You swallowed down your tears- "I can't do this anymore." You didn't have to explain, you knew what he meant.

You waited anxiously for his response, instead spying his eyes roll back into his head, and now you were faced with Steven and oh god, his eyes, they were already tearing up.

Coward, you thought of Marc, which was admittedly a little harsh but breaking up with them would be so much harder facing Steven's sorrowful gaze.

Steven looked terrified, moving to cup your face in his hands and you had to physically move back to stop him.

"D-darlin', please, what'cha talkin' about?" "I'm sorry steven-" "Please don't leave us love, please, 'can't do it without you please-"

"Stop it." You'd said firmly, Steven sobbed. You couldn't help but take his hands in yours, ever wanting to comfort him.

"Steven.. I will always love you," "Then why'd you have to leave!?" "Because I can't do this anymore!!"

You were both crying now. "I-i can't take waiting for you to never come home to me anymore, Steven, I can't do it."

Steven's gazed was fixed on the ground, his tears dripping onto the floorboards. You gave his hands one final squeeze, before pulling away.

"I will always love you, all of you, but my heart cannot take it anymore.. goodbye."

The strength with which it took to pull yourself away from Steven should have won you a medal, and you couldn't stop yourself from crying even more as you left him.

That was a month ago- with the help of a few friends you'd found yourself a decently priced flat for rent on the other side of London. Far enough away, you hoped.

It wasn't far enough. Jake had found out where you lived within days of you leaving. He knew it was wrong, but the part of him that didn't care grew and grew into something monstrous. At this stage the other boys weren't saying anything to disapprove of his actions, and so he continued to watch you.

He'd drive circles around your block to relearn your new routine, and you hadn't yet realised it was his cab you kept seeing.

The one person you actually hadn't said goodbye to was Jake- he hadn't fronted when you'd left, and you would always wonder if he was there, just choosing not to show himself. But if he wasn't? He'd have woken up to the discovery that you weren't together anymore and you'd always feel guilty for that.

But... you tried to move on with your life, as best you could.

It felt wrong to start dating again, but your friends had urged you to, even if it was a one night thing.

The guy you'd matched with on bumble was nice enough, smart, good looking- he wasn't them though. While he was polite and friendly during your dinner date, he wasn't your boys.

He'd walked you home, and you'd set up a second date. All things considered it was successful- but you just felt.. wrong about the whole thing. Like you were cheating, even though you weren't.

You'd guessed it wasn't all that successful, as he'd ghosted you a day or so after your date.

It was a week or so later that you'd seen the news report of his body having turned up in the Thames. God how awful! He hadn't ghosted you- the poor guy had been murdered.

Jake had really earned a bollocking off of Steven and Marc for that one, but he knew they were relieved you wouldn't be seeing that man again.

You'd decided to halt the dating game after that, for a while at least.

You were lonely though, there was no denying. Having no one to cuddle up to in bed sucked.

And so.. the logical conclusion was a pet, no?

Eventually, you found a young, ginger tomcat named "Franklin" in a nearby animal shelter and you just fell in love, you brought him home the same day.

He was great, not exactly filling the whole in your heart left by three men but you certainly adored him, and who wouldn't say no to curling up in bed with a cat every evening? Certainly not you.

One day, you'd left work for your lunch break only for the horrifying realisation to hit you: You'd forgot to feed Franklin that morning! You rushed home as fast you could- only to discover that, you had fed him, even when you were sure you hadn't.

And yet there he was, munching on his bowl of kibble.

Something squeaked under your foot- you looked down- oh, it was one of Franklin's toys. You threw it across the room for him to play with but- hang on... you didn't remember buying him that toy.

You shook your head free of thoughts that you were going mad- everyone forgets things, even buying specific cat toys. Or maybe one of your friends had left it when they'd been over- it didn't matter.

You moved to leave your flat and return to work- only to find your door lock jammed.

The locksmith you'd hurriedly called in was able to fix it in a jiffy, though advised that the jam was probably due to a break in, and that you should change your locks.

A chill ran down your spine- you checked and double checked, nothing of value had been stolen, but someone had been in your home! Is that who had fed Franklin? Who'd left him the toy?

You changed the locks, and threw out the strange toy.

Jake couldn't stop watching you. It was becoming more and more of a problem.

He was ignoring Khonshu and actively pushing Marc and Steven out when they tried to front, knowing they'd put and end to his antics.

But none of them could deny that they wanted, needed you back. Jake just considered himself the only one with the balls to get you back.

There was no warmth in his life now that you weren't there. Steven's flat no longer felt like home without your t-shirts in the laundry, or the brand of coffee you love but Marc hates in the cupboards.

He knew he ought to leave his little girl alone, but the fact remained you were his little girl. Jake would stop at nothing to have his bebita back.

Now it was two months since you'd broken up with the system. Life wasn't perfect, but you were chugging along.

You turned the lights on in your flat, yawning. Work was tough today, but it was Friday, and you had some left over popcorn in the cupboard. Film night~!

"Franklin? Baby? Mummy's home~!" You cooed, knowing that he always came bounding up and purring whenever you came home.

But.. he didn't. Your flat was silent. No distant meowing or the jingle of the bell on his collar. Nothing.

"Franklin?" You stepped further into your flat, worry seeping through you.

"Franklin..?!" Your tone became more and more erratic with the realisation that Franklin wasn't home- and then someone had covered your eyes with their hand, and pressed a strange scented cloth to your mouth. You kicked and screamed and struggled but it was no use- the chloroform had knocked you out in seconds.

Jake held you tenderly to his chest as you faded into unconsciousness. Steven had earlier expressed his distaste at this plan, but neither him or Marc said anything now, so close to having you again.

You woke the next day, nauseous and tired. The distant meowing you heard gave you comfort- it had all been a bad dream.

But when you opened your eyes, you were met with the horrifying scene of Steven's flat, not your own. So familiar, in any other situation you would have been glad to be here.

You shifted to sit up, eyes working their way down to notice your ankle tied to the bed with the restraint normally reserved for Steven.

You choked back a sob- a hum ripping your gaze to the other end of the room.

There lay Franklin, enjoying some pets from the man who's lap he laid on.

Jake Lockley stared back at you, you could tell it was him, you could always tell between them.

"Buenos dias, hermosa." His voice was rich like coffee, normally so comforting but now? It sent a shudder down your spine.

"You and I have some things to discuss, sí?"

[stars-before-sunrise]

(HCs) When they found out your ex was abusive

joel miller, miguel o'hara, jake lockley, bucky barnes

reader is: female

warning: mentions of past abuse

tag: @evyiione

HC Masterlist

Joel Miller

Silent treatment. And then Joel's gone. He's out the door, God knows where. He probably went to cool off, not wanting to yell at you and accidentally say hurtful words. He's wiser anyway, he knew better. But you're worried. Worried that what you did was so stupid it broke the most important relationship of your life. Worried that you'll lose Joel and he'll hate you. So you spent the day cleaning the house, cooking, baking, doing everything that could show Joel that you're still worth it. Once Joel was back, he's surprised by the cleanest house he's ever seen, an incredible meal ready, and you, looking beautiful. Beautiful, but there's fear in your eyes. "Sweetheart, what's happenin'?" He asked. "I.. I cooked. I cleaned the house too.. oh, here," You walked up to him and took his coat. "Let me get that." It reminded Joel of the 70s, where women were still expected to do these things. He didn't like it one bit. It's not you at all. "What are you doing?" He whispered, concern filling his voice as he stopped your for a second. You blinked a few times, before the tears started. "Please don't leave me, Joel. I can be a good partner to you, I promise, I- I'll do anything you ask, just say it-" "Oh, sweetheart." Joel hugged you tight. That's when he realized something bad probably happened to you in your previous relationship. "I'm not leaving you. Ever." "But I- I thought-" "We were fighting, yea, but it's okay. Couples fight." He said, wiping your tears away. "And always remember that when we do fight, it's never me against you, okay? We're fighting against the problem."

Miguel O'Hara

He never realized it; the way you'd flinch every time he'd raise his voice. Miguel raised his voice a lot, that's just who he is, but he does get extra heated when he's angry. And you're a fighter, you're not soft, so he didn't expect it from you. It wasn't until Lyla pointed it out that he started noticing. "Cariño, I.." You turned your head towards him. "What's up?" Miguel shook his head. "Nothing." Miguel made a note after that to never raise his voice at you. If you're having an argument, he'd figure out another way to get his point across. This didn't go unnoticed by you. You realized Miguel suddenly was more reluctant to argue, took a few beats before replying, and taking deep breaths. One would think he's taking anger management classes. "Miguel, are you okay?" He looked at you and blinked. "Yes, why?" "You're... quieter." "Uh-huh." You frowned. "Like on purpose. Why?" Miguel sighed, knowing you're not about to drop this topic. "You flinch whenever I raise my voice, so.. I'm working on it. I don't want you to be scared of me." You softened at his reply and jumped into his arms. "Ay, mi Miguelito. You've gone soft on me." "Mm," He hummed in agreement. "I don't mind. As long as I've got you, mami."

Jake Lockley

Jake always found it odd when you'd ask him permission for everything. It wasn't as ridiculous as going to the bathroom, but it would be when you're about to go out, grab a drink, buy something, hell, even the way you dress. "Jake, is it okay if I go out tomorrow? Maggie wants to catch up." "Hey Jake, I found a nice dress online I want to buy. Look. You think it'd be okay to buy it?" "Do you think this dress is okay for me to wear? Yeah? Are you sure?" He found it endearing at first, wanting to include him in every single thought of yours, but then he started thinking if something else could be the reason why you're acting this way. "Amor," Jake sat you down, but truthfully unsure of how he's going to talk about this with you. "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure." He held your hand, rubbing it a few times. "Why do you ask my permission for everything?" He then saw your face wince, and he wanted to kill himself then and there. "I'm sorry," You apologized. "I wanted to make sure you're okay with everything, and I'm not stepping on your toes.. I.." "..Did your ex use to do that?" You nodded slowly. "I know it's a problem, and I'm working on it with my therapist, I swear, but it's hard and I don't know if you'd-" "Amor, amor." Jake calmed you down before you went into panic mode. "How about this; every time those questions pop up in that beautiful head of yours, I want you to answer it with 'This is my decision, Jake respects it'. Because I truly do, amor." You gave him an appreciative smile. "Okay. I'll try."

Bucky Barnes

There was a meeting with FBI, for some reason. You're dreading it already, but at least Bucky was there with you. Bucky was acting as your guard and you were representing the Avengers, despite not being an Avenger yourself. "Sorry to keep you waiting, gentlemen, I-" "Well, well, well." A familiar voice started. "How have you been, sweetcheeks?" Bucky frowned at the nickname. You clenched your jaw. "Harvey. Why'd they send you here?" "I volunteered," He said with ease, "Figured I'd visit my girl." You sighed, trying not to let him get to you. "We're over, Harvey. Now let's just talk about what the FBI needs and be done with it." "The FBI can wait." He smirked. "Winter Soldier, right? Mind giving us some privacy?" You took in a sharp breath. "I'm staying." Bucky sternly said while keeping a worried eye on you. "Alright." Harvey scoffed. A series of snarky comebacks were exchanged, but the meeting was finally over. You kept your distance from Harvey, even refusing to shake his hand. And now he's making it a problem. Again. "Come on, sweetcheeks." He approached you, and Bucky immediately stood closer to you. Harvey then reached his hand out for a handshake, and when you refused again, he tried to grab your chin. But Bucky was faster and stopped his hand. "Back off, right now." Bucky glared. Once Harvey flicked his hand away and left, you finally exhaled. It felt like you were trapped in his house all over again and you couldn't escape. "Baby," Bucky caught you as you were about to fall. "I got you. I got you. You're okay. You're safe." Bucky didn't know what happened between you, but it's never good. Especially not if Harvey's looking back at you and had a big smirk on his face.

[traveller-of-the-knight]

*breaks into your house*

Jake Lockley is a Super Mario kind of guy.

Marc Spector is an Pokémon kind of guy.

Steven Grant is a Stardew Valley kind of guy.

They all play Minecraft together.

*disappears into fairy dust*

[eyelessfaces]

going through the baby feels for whatever reason (what the fuck maternal instinct) and just thinking about the moon boys with a baby. just. steven putting them on his lap.

marc letting them yank at his gelled curls.

jake teaching them little words in spanish (star, moon, car, etc) I NEEEEEED ITTTTT AUGHHSDJGGJDSKFDMSK

I just know they'd be amazing fathers and whenever one of them struggles with something, someone else will front to take care of it so that baby is never lacking anything

I just know jake would love picking outfits, and going shopping with him is a nightmare for your bank account because he has no self control regarding choosing clothes so he buys them all

steven would take care of feeding the baby, making homecooked meals :3 he'd be so attentive of how the baby reacts to what he makes so he knows what they like and makes a list of that and of what he can make again, and if they don't like it he will change the recipe and ingredients

marc would take care of babyproofing the whole apartment and looking over the baby (a bit too attentively sometimes) like even if they're in their crib with no danger in sight he will be looking over. I also know marc is a diaper king‼️

bonus, imagine the baby casually throwing "cabrón" as their first word because I just know that aside from the cute words, jake 100% would....... I can especially picture this that way: maybe jake has a fight with steven and decides to front, and works for his revenge... and days later, everything is good and they even made up, steven is fronting and bathing the baby, and they casually say this while pointing at steven😇

[soft-girl-musings]

What do we think jake thinks about Valentine's day?

hope you had a good one!

ohhhh man, what does Jake Lockley think of Valentine's Day? It depends.

I could see him keeping busy, mostly driving around all day. He'll see couple after couple to their Valentine's plans: college sweethearts, parents taking the night off, older couples still exchanging whispers and stolen kisses like they're new in love: all kinds of lovers come and go to their festivities, morning to night. Jake keeps a cool head when he's on the clock, but sneaking a look at his backseat tugs at his heartstrings sometimes. It's sweet.

-until it's not.

Because nobody buys flowers for their cab driver. Nobody leaves a handwritten card, or serenades the middleman. Some people tip a bit more generously, but seeing couple after couple stumble into each other's arms while he drives away with an empty car can tug his heart the other way if he's not careful. Going unseen is fine the other 364 days of the year; why should today be any different?

Maybe one year he's ruminating on this reality between passengers. Maybe it's one of those hard years where he's one off-key ballad in the backseat away from kicking the next drunken couple to the curb. But the rent's due and he can't keep dipping into Marc's savings. So he stays out despite wanting to go home, turn on a sad movie, and destroy a pint of ice cream (it's only a guilty pleasure if you let it be).

Maybe this time someone enters his backseat alone. It's an unusual silence on the 14th, and Jake spies a pair of empty hands: no roses, no chocolates, no partner. And maybe this person asks him to just drive around for a while, doesn’t matter how high the meter runs because they're good for it, but please just drive. And he does. Maybe he asks how their day's been- standard smalltalk- and they laugh bitterly before unloading their Valentine's woes on their unsuspecting driver. Long story short, they can't wait for this holiday to be over.

And maybe Jake just... lets them talk. For as long as they want, because this is the first time someone has said more than their address or if he can break a $20 (he can but he won't). Maybe he turns the meter off and they stay like this for a couple of hours, taking turns with the music and airing their grievances. Jake hasn't laughed this hard on the job in... well, ever. It's a delightful change of pace.

Maybe they pull over for a cheap bite. And being face to face makes Jake reconsider his stance on meet-cute clichés. And the whole notion of "moving too fast". And making a near stranger breakfast in the morning.

Maybe Valentine's Day isn't so bad.

[one-fin-wonder]

Can I have the boys reaction to someone info-dumping to them?

A/N: Yes Anon, you sure as heck can. I really enjoy info dumping on my friends so this is right up my alley. I hope this is what you were hoping for! :D

Warnings: I used my poor duolingo skills and limited Spanish knowledge to write the Spanish, there only a few but the grammar may off, I am so sorry for it in advance but there is translations to what I intended to say. not beta read / I’m too dyslexic for my own good, and fluff? I’m a hopeless romantic man. What do you want from me. 

Word count: 1090

Steven Grant:

It all started when Steven asked you about your day as he walked through the door. He set down his messenger bag and turned towards you. It was too late, the waterfall of words already was released. 

You began explaining how you dived deeply into your hyperfixation (or specific subject you would be info dumping about)

You smiled wide as you explained, and his heart melted at the sight of you.

are you the type of person that stims when you get excited? (I shore am) Steven will smile if you begin to stim happily while explaining. 

He loves knowing that you are so excited that you can’t contain the energy, you have to physically let the happiness out 

He simply smiled as he sat down next to you. He nodded and began asking clarifying questions.

“So, what you’re saying is…” “Theoretically then…” “Wait! That means…*He connects to another concept to allow you both to be engaged*”

He’ll wraps his arms around you if you’ll let him, holding onto you as you speak about your topic

He will praise your enthusiasm for the topic and vast knowledge. 

“Love, you’re simply a genius.” “I love hearing your view and knowledge” “That’s so fascinating!” 

Steven knows exactly what it’s like to need to explain one specific topic. He knows that feeling, that specific feeling like pasta water boiling over on the stove. 

He holds your hands (with your permission) as you speak, he likes showing you that he’s there with you and listening, it's a gentle reminder.

He feels it's incredibly important for you to be comfortable enough to share these moments of informational rambling. So he tries his best to show you he’s interested, he hears you and that you are loved. 

Marc Spector:

He is very caught off guard

Once he knows you aren’t upset or in distress he sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose before nodding and listening

He tosses his keys to the side as he nods listening to you

Marc doesn’t know fully how to react but he likes to hear your voice. The excitement and sincerity in your voice as you speak makes him smile, just a little. 

Marc makes his way over to you finally after he completes his after work routine

Like Steven I think Marc would wrap his arms around you but he wouldn’t know much more than that to show he cares about your information

He does though, He loves you, and he wants to see you happy. He simply doesn’t do emotions well. 

(My poor emotionally unavailable boy. He just needs a hug.)

He silently listens and only replies when you ask him if he follows, 

Finally once you’re done you look at him with a small little sigh and smile and he melts. 

You see it in his eyes and the stern expression he always has just softens. 

you can tell how much he loves you in this moment, the pure love just radiating, but he won’t say it. He won’t explain the feeling he is experiencing. 

But he loves you and you don’t necessarily need the words that he struggles to say, because it’s obvious in his actions. 

and god, the feeling is mutual.

Jake Lockley:

this man has no fucking clue what you are rambling about

He will freeze in the doorway of the small apartment, hand still on the doorknob. He’s so confused and you’re talking a mile an hour in an excited tone. He cannot understand you at this moment. 

Once Jake gets to you he will take his gloves off, stuff them in his pocket and put his hands on your shoulders (or a more comfortable spot if this can trigger you like it does me. Essentially he wants to ground you.) 

“Mi amor, por favor, slow down. No comprendo.” ("My love, Please, Slow down I don't understand")

Or alternatively, he May think something’s wrong with how excited and rushing towards him you are. He puts a hand on your arm and looks around the apartment then back at you. “Que pasa?? Está bien???” ("What's wrong?? Are you okay???")

He would then notice your smile and beaming expression and relax a little “Dios mío,” ("oh my god")you gave this Poor man a heart attack but he loves you all the same. 

he will listen but he will make you repeat yourself again

But it’s only because he cares so much. He wants to understand, so if it takes him several times to understand he will put that effort in.

He nods a lot, especially when it finally clicks in his little murderous, spanish, brain.

When he asks a clarifying question he always ends it with “yeah?” Ex: “so when you say the sun is a star you mean like that fucking ball in the sky, yeah?” 

He sits next to you, his arms on his knees as he hunches over listening. He doesn’t look at you he’s looking most likely at the floor or the wall as he focuses on your words. 

He tries really hard to make you feel heard but he legit makes that grumpy Spanish man expression the entire time. But you know this is just how he is, he loves you, he really does. 

This man keeps a little notebook, like those ones for detectives that fit in pockets. He keeps one of those in his jacket pocket and writes down facts he wants to remember about your favorite topics. He is like a dad who is trying to keep up with the trends. 

Not that he would let you necessarily see said notebook, he keeps it hidden in the inside pocket with a small pen or golf pencil in the spiral of the notepad. 

He pats your knee like a dad too, to show you he’s there. He’s present with you. It’s subtle but it’s his own way of letting you know he’s trying to understand. 

He would move heaven and earth for you, he loves your intelligence, your insight, he loves you. All of you, no matter your flaws, perfections, your needs. 

So if being heard is what you need in this moment you know damn well he will give you everything he can to make it happen.