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fettuccin-e · 7 months

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A Little Show

Kinktober Day 10: Stripping

Tags: Steven Grant x Reader, afab!fem!reader, lap dance, grinding, unprotected piv (don't be silly, wrap your willy), reader is a former stripper, a little bit of possessiveness from Steven, precious husband Steven is so lovely (w/c: 1.3K)

A/N: So I know I'm late with this day, but it took me like forever to come up with something, and then I remembered our collective husband Steven Grant. I adore writing him so much so I had such a grand ol' time writing this. (I am using these prompts for Kinktober from flightlessangelwings!)

When Steven found out about what you used to do for a living, you’d braced for the worst.

Marc already knew, because of course he did. He probably conducted a full background check on you the moment Steven got the idea of asking you on a date. There was no hiding your old life from him, including being a stripper, just as he wasn’t able to hide from you, including Steven and Jake.

You’d known that Steven wouldn’t react badly. You knew he’d never yell at you, call you horrible names, kick you out of the flat. But it didn’t stop the paralyzing fear from kicking in. Of him letting you down easy, telling you that the two of you were just too different, that your morals just aren’t the same. So when you’d told him, you’d braced yourself for the first relationship you’d ever truly loved to go up in flames.

But fuck, you couldn’t have predicted this. For Steven’s eyes to darken as you describe what you used to do for an audience, his gaze dragging down your body in a way that has heat flooding down to your core. He’s silent for a few moments, and it makes you squirm in your seat. He mumbles something under his breath, definitely to himself, but you need to hear it.

“What, Steven?” you ask, steeling yourself against his inevitable rejection.

“Will you show me?” he chokes out, his cheeks flaming red, before he thinks better of himself, his eyes going wide. “Wait, shit, sorry love, no. God, it’s fine, of course it’s fine. I love you, yeah? Nothin’s going to change that anytime soon, I’ll tell you. ‘M just a bit jealous, y’know, in spite of myself, but fuck, shouldn’t have asked that. Just ignore that, yeah? I-”

“Steven,” you cut off his nervous rambling. “You want me to show you?” You can’t help how your voice dips a little deeper, a little raspier, in a way that you know gets Steven all hot and bothered.

“Um,” Steven clears his throat, fiddling with his hands. He won’t meet your eyes. “I mean, who wouldn’t, yeah? Got the most beautiful girl in the entire world, and-”

“You want me to strip for you?” you whisper, nudging his chin up with your hand, forcing him to meet your gaze. His pupils are blown wide, and you watch the motion of his tongue as it just barely wets his lips.

“Please, love,” he rasps, and God, when he begs for you like that, who are you to refuse him?

You rise above him, and his eyes follow you, unable to tear away for a moment. As you stand, you take a long look at him, at the way his cock bulges in his slacks, the way his hands flex helplessly at his sides. Steven doesn’t have the control that Marc or Jake have, he’s fucking desperate for it.

There’s no music, no pumping bass of the club you used to work at, but God, you find that you don’t need it. The heat of Steven’s gaze is more than enough, watching you with bated breath as you undo the buttons of your shirt, one, by one, by one. You let it carelessly drop to the floor behind you, leaving you in just your bra. You don’t own the same frilly bras you used to, from your old life, but Steven looks at you like you’re wearing the sexiest lingerie he’s ever seen.

You toe off your shoes, grateful for the fact that you just wore flats today, and slowly unzip your jeans. There are so many ways that this is so different from how it used to be. You never started your dances in jeans, never danced without music and dark lighting, without the stench of sex and sweat hanging in the air.

You’ve never danced and needed the man in front of you, loved the man in front of you.

The feeling is heady, lust swimming through your veins and pooling in your cunt. You peel your jeans off slowly, letting them pool around your ankles, stepping towards Steven. Steven, whose mouth gapes open just slightly, watching you like he’s starving for it.

You straddle him on the couch, moving your hips over his crotch in a slow grind that has you both gasping. Grinning at the way he watches your body move like water over him, you reach behind you and deftly unclip your bra in a practiced move. You slide it down your arms, throwing it somewhere behind the couch. You grip onto Steven’s shoulders to hump into him harder, and Steven’s hands flex at his sides as if he’s unsure what to do with them.

“You know what’s different about this than what I used to do?” you murmur, your lips nearly brushing his.

“Hm?” Steven hums absently, watching your body undulate above him.

You smile down at him. “You actually get to touch.”

Pulling his hands into yours, you mold his hands to your skin, nearly shivering at the feel of them. It’s like Steven snaps out of a trace, groaning softly under his breath as he greedily runs his hands over your naked skin, cupping your breasts and thumbing at your nipples in a way that makes your head spin.

“So- so fucking gorgeous for me, love,” he murmurs, tilting his head up for a kiss. You meet him without hesitation, slipping your tongue into his mouth and drinking him in. You hump into him harder, shamelessly grinding your clit into the obvious bulge tenting the front of his pants. "Can I fuck you?” he gasps into your mouth, “Please tell me I can fuck you, darling.”

You’re nodding before your brain can even think of a proper response, and Steven takes his hands off your body to fumble at the zipper of his slacks, tugging himself out without any kind of finesse. It feels like you’re both teenagers, desperately clawing at each other, trying to get closer, as close as you can possibly get.

You haphazardly tug your panties to the side, letting yourself sink down on his cock, slow enough to let you feel the stretch as he breaks you apart. The moans you both let out as you sink to the hilt are borderline animalistic. The both of you are strung too tight, too needy to take this slow.

“God, you’re so-” Stephen punches his hips up into you, making you claw at his shoulders, “so tight for me, my love.” You can only press your forehead to his, meeting his lips in a sticky kiss as you bounce desperately on his cock. He stretches you so perfectly like this, reaching deep inside and the tip of his cock pressing into your g-spot with every thrust. The moans you’re letting out are downright embarrassing, but God, you can’t seem to bring yourself to care.

“How many of them wanted you like this?” Steven grunts against your mouth, meeting you thrust for thrust. “How many of those men you danced for wanted you just like this, bouncing on their cocks like the needy girl you are?”

“Steven, oh my God,” you whimper, letting him guide you as he fucks up into you, his thick hands braced on your hips, holding you tight enough that your skin pales beneath his fingertips.

“You’re mine, darling, no one else gets to have you,” he snarls, in the way he gets when he’s with you, when he’s lost in the feel of you. “This little cunt is mine, yeah? My perfect girl, can’t believe we found you.”

He thrusts into you once, twice, and you’re curling into him, barely able to hold yourself up, as you gush down his cock. You sob his name as he leans forward to press hot kisses down your neck, and you curl your fingers into his hair as you shake through your orgasm.

Steven isn’t far behind, plunging deep into your pussy as it contracts around him, filling you up, claiming you in the most primal way he can.

He holds you on his lap as you both try to come down, keeping you afloat. You lean up to press a gentle kiss to his lips as you finally feel your mind come back to you.

“Have you ever actually been to a strip club, Steven?” you ask, smiling.

“Don’t need to,” he sighs. “Don’t want to.”

You hum. “You might change your mind once you see what I can do on a pole.”

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minigirl87 · 5 months

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Ice is the only hard thing

Steven Grant x Reader

Summary:-

You and Steven go ice skating and accidentally stimulate Steven, but let's be honest, it wouldn't take much to turn that sweetheart on. This is part of @moonknight-events Bingo. There is no description of the reader and no use of y/n.

I used Google translate for the French words

Quelle surprise - I'm surprised

Oui mon amor- yes my love

Salope- bitch.

Please enjoy and feel free to comment and reblog ❤️

Warnings:-

⚠️ 🔞 🤬 over 18s only

Male receiving oral, cum eating.

Word Count:- 1290

London in winter time is a mixture of miserable bitter weather and fun activities. You're currently standing at the bottom step of the National Art Gallery wait for Steven, who, as per usual, is running late. You let out a chuckle as Steven stumbles out from behind a Victorian Greco column for the Galleries stunning entrance, the lights dancing of the creamy stonework, making the building stand out against the velvety inky sky of evening.

Your warm breath making patterns in the cold air as you call his name Steven stops in front of you, looking exasperated and dishevelled. You smile up at him, taking in his rosy cheek, goofy smile, and sparkling dark eyes, a stray chocolate curl popping out of his Egyptian hieroglyphic patterned woolly hat.

“Hiya love” he says excitedly, kissing you and rubbing his nose against yours as he speaks. “You ready, my love?”

“Yep sweetheart. I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” You reply as you zip his navy jacket up and sort his scarf. “That’s better. Can’t have you freezing on me, sweetheart.” You giggle as Stevens face flushed “sorry love. Didn’t have time inside to get sorted because of Donna.”

"Quelle surprise," you mutter. Steven smiles happily “Oui mon amour” you both laugh “enough of Madame salope, she’s not spoiling our night sweetheart” Taking his hand you walk of towards Tottenham Court Road underground looking forward to your evening together.

Oyster cards at the ready you both head through the barriers to catch the tube to go to Waterloo train station. The Bakerloo line was busy commuters heading home, exasperated Christmas shoppers, and loved up couples like you and Steven heading to Hampton Court Palace. As if sensing your uncomfortableness of the busy carriage, Steven instinctively wraps his arm around you and kisses your nose, his scarf tickling your chin as you smile and snuggle against him.

At Waterloo Station, after checking your connection, the Christmassy smells moreishly filling both you and Stevens nostrils. “Come on love let’s get 2 hot chocolates for the train. You roll on the balls of your feet as you wait in line at Starbucks. Steven speaks calmly and with appreciation in his voice to the barista. As you both carry a almond milk praline hot chocolate away from the counter you hear the staff say how nice it was to deal with Steven and how they wished every customer could be like him Stevens cheeks flushing pinky red at the compliment.

“See you really are a sweet boy, sweetheart* taking his arm heading for the train to Hampton Court Palace. “I’m just me” he mumbles. Sitting on the train together, listening to Steven, listening to historical Christmas facts, and drinking the hot chocolate.

“you’re a walking encyclopaedia sweetheart. You really should go on who wants to be a millionaire” Steven, not listening, continues to chat and explain about Chanukah and his, Marc’s and Jakes beliefs. You listen carefully to him and get him to explain when you weren’t too sure. The 36 minutes of the journey pass quickly. You can listen to Steven talk for hours, loving his beautiful voice.

Once out of Hampton Court Station, the bitter air stings your face as you draw your scarf tightly around your neck. Standing at the start of the walk way up, you both look at the Palace light up and colourfully decorated as the noise of the ice skaters is hear hum of laughing, shouting and fun fill the air. You look up at Steven lovingly and squeeze his hand “Thank you for this sweetheart” The coloured lights twinkle and fade against his face and eyes, and you share a sweet and tender kiss. “anything for you love, now let’s get our skates on literally” he chuckles as you roll your eyes.

Having collected 2 pairs of ice skates you help each other to put them on as Christmas music adds to atmosphere listening happily and not paying attention as you lace up Stevens skate you unknowingly pulled him forward slightly and as you moved to stand up your nose brushes against his clothed cock and Stevens eyes flutter and a soft whimper escapes his velvety plush lips. “You ok, sweetheart?” his eyes snap open, and a look of embarrassment covers his handsome features “no love, all hunky dory” as they kiss his lips, the wetness glistening in the Christmassy lights.

You raise an eyebrow but shake it off, giggling as you walk like bambi onto the rink, grabbing onto the side as you almost fall flat. Steven follows suit, but he’s as graceful as a Swan. Soon you’re both moving in sync around the ice having fun. Hand in hand, you circle around, and, trying to be smart, you decide to try spinning, and as quick as you try, you fall on your back side. As ever your knight in shining armour Steven rushes to pick you up and the angle he’s at means your cheek brushes against his cock, his hard cock.

“Have you been hard this whole time sweetheart” licking your lips. Steven swallows hard “yeah pretty much love”

Standing up and looking at him with a soft smirk. “come with me, my love.” Skating to the edge of the rink and leaving to change your skates to your boots hurriedly with Steven and handing them back to the woman at the counter. You grab and pull Steven away and walk down a gravel path, and push him into some trees and shrubbery. The darkness engulfing you both.

Steven stammers “what you doing, love?” as you unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans pulling his hard weeping cock out his boxers giving his shaft a few strokes with left pointer and middle on top and thumb under the shaft giving just the right amount of pressure for Stevens eyes to clamp shut and his body to shiver.

“All it took was for me to accidentally rub my nose against your clothed cock and you get stimulated sweetheart?” Smirking up at him as he nods biting his lip. “have you been aching to cum my love?” Steven jerks his cock further into your fist. A soft whimper leaves his lips “please love, don’t torture me more than I already am. Please”

You kiss the head, swirling your tongue around him, tasting him, letting out a satisfied moan around him. As you start bobbing your head you feel his hand grab your hair as he starts moving you faster against him his thrusts matching as the fucks your mouth, grunting as he stops moving holding you in place as he cums covering your throat with his warm creamy seed your nostrils filled with his musky scent it still amazes you how each of them taste and smell different. You run your hand down his softening cock squeezing the last drops in your mouth before swallowing as you then tuck him back in and fastening him up.

Steven breathes heavily against the tree he’s leaning on as you stand up. He smiles and leans into you licking a dribble of his cum from the side of your mouth swallowing as he kisses you.

“That was amazing love” his cheeks all rosy as you adjust yourself, taking his hand and walking back onto the gravel path to walk to the exit and start your journey home.

“anything for you, my love, I think I should make this a yearly tradition from now?” You squeezing his hand “definitely my love. We will.” As you get to Hampton Court Station, Steven looks like he’s concentrating, which means he’s talking to Marc and Jake. “Um love! Marc and Jake want to know when it’s there turn?.”

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nowritingonthewall · 1 year

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I find it hard to believe you don't know The beauty you are But if you don't, let me be your eyes A hand to your darkness so you won't be afraid (I’ll Be Your Mirror by The Velvet Underground)

Thank you @writefightandflightclub 🥰

#oscar isaac #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #moonknightedit #the velvet underground #chrissie gifs #The font is called Better Together #So I renamed it the Marc and Steven and Jake font #This has been living in my mind rent-free ever since I got that lovely ask 🥺#Thank you so much for fuelling my love for them Luna 💜

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buckaroosboogara · 1 year

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Okay, but actually speaking, Steven shows are amazing because of the ~vibes~

Like, the way he speaks is so calm but you can sense his excitement, and how proud he is of showing Asian culture via food, aka, the way where you can really get a glimpse of cultures, social stuff, and traditions, and how he gives a space for Asian voices to speak on his shows plus the way he always looks like,, so small but ready to try new things, from making Smoyters a thing, to eating for 24 hours in Seoul, and then going up the Seoul Tower when he is scared of heights and-

I'm just- I love him so much, and I hope he keeps making great content like this, even when his shows are not as popular (and underrated), I hope he knows there's people that love them so much that they are their comfort shows

#tag your comfort show #mine is dish granted #steven lim i love you so much #watcher #all hail the watcher #dish granted #homemade #eat like me #steven lim

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ronn-uuu · 1 year

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Stay up for me?

I made a part 2 for y’all bitches!! 😁 I hope you y’all enjoy!! 🫶🏾

|Part 1|

Summary: It’s been 4 weeks since the music incident with Steven. You’ve been trying to talk to your neighbor(s) to befriend ‘him’ but he’s never there. One day you hear him through the walls one night and decide this is your chance.

Pairing: Marc x Reader (heavily), Steven x reader and Jake x reader.

You were laying on your bed with your phone in hand reading some random stuff (like you are now.) trying to cure some sort of boredom or need inside of your chest. Your mind wondered onto the neighbor, the one you met about a month ago, you kinda wanted to see him again. Your attempts to talk to him always failed. He was never home and when he was you were out. One time you passed him without realizing it, he was leaving and you were heading to your Flat. You walked right past him no words at all. You didn’t realize he might be your neighbor until you were trying to fall asleep.

You huffed in embarrassment, you really missed your chance and you don’t know when—

Muffled speaking cut your self loathing. You looked at the wall next your bed, waiting to see if you were just hearing things.

“We need to talk to Khonshu about these hell of hours, yeah?” Muffled through the thin wall. It took you 5 seconds to hop off your bed put some pants on, slip your fluffy boots on, and clean yourself up in the mirror. It was embarrassing how quickly you changed emotions, your looks and self esteem just for a guy who knocked on your door a month ago. Though you didn’t care, you wanted to finally speak to him. The very pretty Steven Grant was home and you just had to shoot your horrible shot.

You closed your front door and walked next door. Your heart was going so fast and I you were literally beaming, like a kid who just got praised for something. You knocked softly after fixing your hair one last time.

Marc was currently in control, he got them home and cleaned them up. The month after meeting you was full of them running around meeting up with Layla, protecting people, artifacts, and people. Their sleep schedule was totally fucked, once steven finally fell asleep and in the same minute Jake woke up and went out to go fight crime. They had an altar meeting after waking in a dark alley bloody, bruised and still in the suit.

Marc sighs as he feeds Gus 2.0 since Steven will never let Marc get away will killing the original Gus. Just when he was beginning to start his horrendous sulking he heard a knock.

“Who could be awake at this hour?” Steven questioned.

“Who knows,” Jake replied. Marc walked towards the door and opened it. None of them would have thought it would be the pretty neighbor from next door, Marc should have given the body to Steven but Marc didn’t give him an ounce of control. His eyes racked over your frame. You looked so snug in that fluffy faux fur jacket and those fluffy boots, he couldn’t help but think you looked cute.

“Hey Steven!” You exclaimed. You were excited to meet him again but hearing a name that wasn’t his but his altar’s made him jealous.

“Hey, it’s been awhile,” Marc says. You notice his accent was American, his features were more rougher, and he stood more confident than when you last saw him. Maybe it’s because last time you saw him, he was tired. But he changes accents when he’s tired…?? You shoved the thought of it down. Maybe he’ll tell you one day.

“Yes it has. I’ve been trying reach you for a while,” you admitted. Marc smiled, you we’re trying to reach them and it won't be the first and definitely not last time he cursed khonshu. He could have been spending his time with you but he knew deep down that lives would have lost so he kept the cures to a minimum.

“Really?” Marc smuggly asked. Steven was partying in their mind., their neighbor literally sought for them after the music incident. This was the close he got for someone showing interest in him. Jake praised him for it too.

“Yes, steven,” you said as you playfully roll your eyes. Marc would be lying if he didn’t say ant to tell you everything… First with his DiD. That he was Marc Spector and not Steven, but one thing held him back. Rejection. If you reject him even the slightest about his identity he’ll never feel alive again. His mind is already ‘broken’ enough.

"I should have asked this when I knocked on your door. What's your name, sweetheart?" Marc asked looking down at you. You smiled and told him your name before he parriot it back to you with such softness, like it was a delicate flower. Your eyes soften towards him, if he keeps saying your name like that you'll never let him go. Their mind was filled with steven and Jake repeating it.

“Hey I’m thinking of getting a late night snack… want to come?” You ask and ‘steven’ nods. You smiled widely that would have your cheek bones hurting for a bit.

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almondcroissantsandink · 2 years

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Half of my Moon Knight sketch page; practicing more full-body dynamic poses with Marc and Steven

#mk #moon knight #moon knight fanart #practice #mcu #marvel #marc spector #steven grant #mr. knight #art #digital art #i literally had art block and was like...okay you wanted to draw more moon knight...so practice with characters from moon knight #and it's so much fun???#love these guys #the top half of the sketch page is gently violent and the bottom half is going to be very benign lol #it just ended up that way

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spctrsgf · 2 years

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beautiful

summary: lazy mornings, long drives, and your boyfriend Jake Lockley. (part 7 of @/ham_zero’s HTS)

word count: 1.7k

warnings: language, floofy n slightly nervous jake, a few lik controversial questions with my opinions (sorry if you dont agree but ur wrong), multiple mentions of marc/steven x reader, some innuendos ig, my shitty spanish yay!!!

a/n: i am so ashamed at my spanish but we cant have him without it— so this is for my jake lockley fans who were deprived by the series<3

Beautiful.

That was the only word you could use to describe him, sound asleep next to you. The sunlight from the window caressed his face in a warm, fuzzy glow, and his relaxed face. It made him look all the more beautiful. A smile bloomed on your lips as you watched him silently, even if it was just for a minute longer.

The loud sound of his alarm sounded from behind him. It jolted the poor man into an upright position. You watched his wild eyes dance around the room, only calming when they landed on your face. His eyebrows pulled up in slight concern. “Jake?” You pushed carefully. “Hola, mi amor, it’s me.” His Spanish drawl met your ears.

You nodded with a grin. “Good.”

He smiled softly at your face, at you, taking you in like a breath of fresh air. He always found your soft features to be undeniably calming, probably because they felt like home. Jake could close his eyes and remember every single contour of your face, from the soft dip of your jaw to the little crinkle that sometimes sat between your two eyebrows.

Marc and Steven liked to tease Jake about your relationship often, even Khonsu inadvertently mentioned he agreed. Jake knew he was like a stone wall to them: only there as a shield. Jake, soft? For someone? They thought that was dangerous territory, untouched waters. Something they’d never seen and never really expected to. Even he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt as safe with someone as he did with you. He was the protector of the system, he didn’t get these interactions, he didn’t get people who knew him. People really only knew him for the blood on his shirt. That was how his life worked. So when you came marching along, bright eyes and smiles galore, he was smitten in half a second.

You saw him for him, not as another Marc or Steven. Sure you loved them all equally, but he always felt like something more to you. It was a happy thought; high contrast to his life under the fist of the God of the Moon. You wanted Jake Lockley for who Jake Lockley was, through and through, and with that he fell right into your waiting arms.

“Jake, turn off the fucking alarm.” Your slightly annoyed voice cut through his thoughts. “Lo siento, lo siento, sorry.” He mumbled back, slamming a hand on his phone until it silenced.

You chuckled. “Don’t apologize.”

He nodded, flopping onto his back and peering up at you.

You smiled down at him before staring at the phone with an inquisitive gaze. “Did you actually turn it off?”

He nodded, confused. “Yeah? there’s no more alarm noises.”

You rolled your eyes and sat up, scooting towards his side before stretching over his chest to check his phone. “No you didn’t, you snoozed it, you big doofus.”

“Who you calling a doofus?” His hands flew to your waist.

“You.” Your smile was wide and bright.

“Oh, cariño,” he smirked. “You’re so going to pay for that.”

Your eyes widened. “Jake-?!”

His hands flew along your sides in a frenzy, tickling you everywhere he knew you were ticklish. His hands reached the sides of your torso, and you knew he succeeded when you started squirming uncontrollably. You tried to get away from Jake’s attack, but the man was quick and followed on with his pursuit. You heaved, breaths becoming laughs as he never slowed. You fell to the left in a last ditch attempt to throw him off.

“Oh, so you’re playing that way, huh?” He chuckled as your attempt was fruitless. “Let-“ you gasped between giggles. “Let me go, please!”

“You called me a doofus.” You could see the laugh begging to break from the bond of his lips.

“I’m- I’m sorry!!”

“Are you sure you are?”

“Y-yes, come on!” You tried to swat his hands away with even more giggles.

He smirked wider. “Are you sure-“

“Jake,” you groaned. “Please stop, I’m losing my breath-“

His hands immediately retracted from your sides to his own. “Dios, I’m so sorry, are you alright-“ he hovered over you as you heaved in breaths greedily.

“Relax,” you managed out. “I’m fine, ju- just out of breath.”

He nodded, but his eyebrows still stayed neatly knit together.

“Hey,” you reached up to trace the crease in between his brows, smiling softly when he let it disappear. “I’m okay. Don’t go all protective over nothing, alright?”

“Okay.” He hesitantly confirmed, leaning into your hand as it cupped his cheek. A smile shined through his worry.

You lent up to kiss his temple. “Come on, pretty boy. We got an 1pm lunch.”

“Yeah, okay.” He answered dazedly, watching you walk away to the bathroom in just his shirt.

“Hey, pretty boy.” Marc’s voice echoed from his left.

Jake’s head leaned to his left, like he listened to someone whisper in his ear. He approached the master bathroom with a mirror hanging in front of him. You could almost assume what kind of conversation the alters had.

“Hush, Marc,” Steven butted in as Jake’s head leaned to his right. “Let him be lovestruck.”

Jake sighed at his two alters. “What, Marc?”

“You might wanna change out of those clothes, man. They aren’t exactly- date ready.”

Jake peered down at his shirt and shorts and scoffed. “Hey, hermano, this is a great outfit.”

“Marc’s right!” You called from the bathroom. “You’re gonna wanna change out of that stinky shirt.”

Jake smirked slightly. “Only because you asked, señorita.”

Marc crinkled his nose. “Now that’s just rude, Jake.”

— Ѽ —

“Would you rather eat a Big Mac or a Happy Meal?” You inquired as the road stretched on. Jake furrowed his eyebrows. “What kind of question is that?”

You shrugged. “Just curious, I suppose.”

“Hmm,” Jake hummed in thought

“Probably a Happy Meal.”

“AHA!” You squealed, nearly spooking the poor man. “See, Jake agrees with me! Marc, you’re insane for choosing a Big Mac.”

“Hey,” It’s like you could hear Marc grumble from the rear view mirror. “I can’t have an opinion?”

“Not when its wrong.” Jake shot back.

You chuckled. “Sorry, Marc, you can have one. I just really disagree.”

“Whatever.”

Jake laughed. “So, cariño. Apple juice or orange juice?”

“Apple juice! What kind of person would I be if I said orange juice?!”

He sighed in relief. “Good.”

“You?”

“Apple. All the way.”

It was your turn to sigh. “Good, we can still be in a relationship.”

He smiled wide. “I’m glad thats settled, then.”

“Wait,” you turned to him. “Ask Steven and Marc.”

“I’m more of a cranberry person!” Steven called. “I don’t really lean either way.”

“Steven’s in the clear. He’s a full on cranberry.”

You nodded. “Good. And Marc?”

Marc scoffed. “I don’t drink juice. I haven’t since I was a kid.”

“Yes you have!” Corrected Steven.

“Fine, but rarely, and its always apple. No relationships ruined by me anymore.”

“Marc is clear as well.” Jake recited to you.

“Phew, I can rest easy now.”

The car fell into a comfortable silence. You swayed slightly with the soft music playing, peering out at the passing scenery. The hills ebbed and flowed, sometimes a patchy green but mostly a tan mess of autumn land. The one lane road was nearly empty, a car or two passing by every once in a while.

Soon, you grew tired of the outdoors and instead turned to face the man beside you. Jake sat in all his glory behind the wheel, caramel eyes dancing along the road to scan for upcoming traffic. His head lent against his arm that was propped up by his open window, and the breeze tossed around the curls that reached from beneath his cap. You liked to trail your eyes along the strong bridge of his jaw, and you refrained from extending a hand out to trail your fingers along it. “Damn.” The words left your mouth almost involuntarily as you watched his tongue dart out to wet his lips. You were staring, you soon realized, and a blush fawned across your cheeks, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

“Take a picture, mi amor,” Jake’s smooth accent startled you, causing you to jump and cover your face with your hands. “It’ll last longer.” You peeked between two of your fingers to see his smirk, proud and wide. “You fucking asshole.” You mumbled, turning to face the scenery passing again in embarrassment. Jake laughed, full and hearty. “You’re just so easy to tease. I had to.”

“No, you really didn’t.”

“Yeah, I really did.”

You glared at him, even though he couldn’t see you through the mirror.

“Mate, she’s glaring at you.” Steven supplied, slightly nervous at the fact that you were technically glaring at him.

Marc chuckled. “Nah, shes glaring at you, Steven.”

Steven fretted immediately. “Really?”

Jake shook his head, taking pity on the Brit.

Steven huffed. “Hey! Not nice, Marc.”

“Sorry,” Marc stifled a chuckle. “You’re just so easy to tease.”

“Jake?” You questioned, gesturing to where his grip on the steering wheel had tightened. “You okay?”

He nodded, loosening his grip. “No te preocupes, cariño, I’m fine. Just-“

“Are they bickering again?”

“Yeah.”

“Where?” You gestured towards the various mirrors in the car.

“Your side mirror is where Steven is and the rear view mirror here holds Marc.” He tapped the overhead mirror between the two of you.

“Oh my gods, Steven!” You turned to meet Steven’s eyes, even though you couldn’t see him. “I’m sorry for glaring at you. It was meant for Jake, I promise.”

“Aw, thank you, love.” His heart melted at the pure worry in your tone and knitted eyebrows.

You turned to Jake in anticipation.

“He says thank you.”

You smiled brightly. “Of course. And, both of you, give Jake a break, alright? He’s trying to drive and the arguing is getting distracting, I can tell.”

Marc scoffed. “Hah! Jake, getting distracted-“

“Dont test it, Marc.” Your hand flew to point at his mirror, as if you knew what he was gonna say.

“Okay, okay! Jeez.”

You chuckled. “Was he actually teasing you or did I just make a fool out of myself?”

“You could never make a fool out of yourself.” Jake countered.

“You didn’t answer my question, mi amor.” You teased him with the Spanish.

Jake swallowed sharply in surprise. “No, no, he did tease me.”

You laughed at his tight grip on the steering wheel. “What’s wrong, Lockley? A little español making you flustered?”

“Especially in that hot drawl.” Steven supplied with a smirk.

“And with that eyebrow raise that makes Lockley go mad.” Marc butted in with a grin.

Jake groaned. “Fuck you all, you hear me? Fuck. You. All.”

You laughed, met with Steven and Marc’s as well. “Sorry, Jake. We love you.”

“Sometimes.”

Jake glared at Marc.

You glared at him as well. “Always.”

Marc threw his hands up in disbelief. “How in the world do you keep answering me?”

You turned to Jake. “He’s asking why I always answer him even though I cant hear him?”

Jake nodded, also in disbelief.

“Well, my moon boys,” you picked up your feet and placed them on the dash. “The answer is that I know you all really fucking well.”

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translations:

mi amor - my love

lo siento - I’m sorry

cariño - sweetheart

dios - gods

hermano - brother/sibling

señorita - like young lady i think? im intending it to be like “ma’am” so take it that way lol

no te preocupes - don’t worry

#i love jake so much goodbye #moon knight #jake lockley #oscar issac #steven grant #marc spector #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #oscar issac imagine #oscar issac x reader #marvel #jake lockley x you #moon knight tv #moon boys

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No fuck YOU my moon knight era never was and never will be over

#moon knight #theyre my babies #theyre keeping me alive #theyre a coping mechanism #i love them so much #you have no idea #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #layla el faouly #now let me go and buy my pops #im so getting the whole collection #three of them are already mine #oscar isaac #poe dameron #santiago garcia #duke leto

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Can we talk about the absolutely shocking, heart fulfilling and beautiful hug that was created between Steven and Marc?

When I watched this moment for the first time in Moon Knight, As someone who loves seeing movie magic and how these moments are made, how these stories are created, I was wowed.

Because of course, this is the same person, one actor (Doing a fucking incredible job at portraying three completely different characters by the way and making them feel like completely different entities, but that's another post of appreciation all together) and an incredibly representation of DID.

So your brain thinks...How the fuck did they do that??

I won't spoil it, because how they did it is actually so wholesome, please go watch the making of.

But the meaning behind this moment, the love and care they have for each other, knowing their deepest pain and fears, but knowing at the end of the day they always have each other.

They can always get through anything, as long as they have each other.

It's not really much, but I think this is a moment that will forever pull at my heart and I am still shocked to this day everytime I see it by the pure genius of it.

It just makes me really happy.

#moon knight i love you so much #everyone go watch moon knight because it's amazing #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #moonknight series #marvel moonknight #marvel #just moonknight thoughts #just steven grant thoughts #just marc spector thoughts #just jake lockley thoughts

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“Journey to the Center of the Mind,” Moon Knight (Vol. 9/2021), #27.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Federico Sabbatini; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

#Marvel #Marvel comics #Marvel 616 #Moon Knight vol. 9 #Moon Knight 2021 #Moon Knight comics #latest release #Moon Knight #Marc Spector #Steven Grant #Jake Lockley #Hunter’s Moon #Yehya Badr #first things first getting powers based off of nuclear material + falling into the San Andreas Fault of all places is so delightfully #silver age comic book I love it #and next…this is so wonderfully simply bittersweet #because you can feel that parallel that it could have just as easily been Marc resurrected by something even more #sinister than Khonshu and turned to villainy #but I appreciate so much Marc’s very literal reaching out to the spark of good in someone who is presented as an #archetypal comic book villain and helping him to stand up for himself #Marc wasn’t just dragging someone to justice he offered the encouragement that allowed Alton to make his own choice to do the right thing #it’s about the quintessential struggle of man versus himself and grappling with the good and bad that is within all of us #and if anyone has gone 10 rounds with himself being his own worst enemy and still chooses to claw his way to doing good its Marc #anyway it’s late by my biological clock so please don’t mind me waxing near-philosophical in the tags hahaah

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Breaking down the comics: Soldiers (Punisher Annual #2: Knight Fall)

You guys. YOU GUYS.

I am so excited to bring you this next one for SO MANY REASONS.

The first reason is that this is the FIRST Moon Knight comic I ever read.

And this comic os pure WTFer set off an obsession that has directed the course of my life for over ten years now.

Marc Spector: Moon Knight

Punisher Annual #2: Knight Fall. 1989

Written by: Mike Baron

Art by: Bill Reinhold

Gerbil: Tom DeFalco

(Tom is the editor in chief for Marvel at the time)

We got ourselves a Punisher Annual with a Moon Knight guest appearance!

Now I’ve talked about guest appearances again and again and again. It usually means that the guest star is going to show up HUGE on the cover with some dramatic depiction in an attempt to lure in more new readers to the title comic.

But look at this comic cover. This isn’t Moon Knight showing up to save the day or in a little blurb bubble or box. He’s battling Frank! This looks more like a cross-over style comic! Those always depict the main character FIGHTING the other guest star! And damn if this cover isn’t amazing. Look at those two locked in close quarter combat! And that dagger! This might be a Punisher comic, but Moon Knight isn’t about to roll over!

Now, as we all have come to expect, when you have a crossover for the first time, the two characters always spend the first couple pages fighting in some misunderstanding before they make up and team together to fight the real bad guys. But Punisher takes no quarter and Moon Knight is grumpy at best.

Alright, so we open up on a Long Island Petshop where a Mr. Morton is purchasing Gerbils for their kids.

For those that do not know, a Gerbil is about the size of a large mouse with a long tufted tail and kangaroo like hind feet. They're fast, bite hard, and are fun. (I used to own them as a kid for many years and loved them).

They actually aren’t that well known, even though you can always find them in pet shops next to the hamsters. I wonder why they chose gerbil over say, mice or rats or hamsters. I get the feeling there was some inside joke among the writers here.

…..Oh.

Snake guy. Got it.

MARC.

Marc… “That man just ate a gerbil! Why does it set off all my emergency alarm bells?”

Marc…

So... After that... Marc calls up Frenchie on his radio and tells him that he's tailing a car and gives him details on the vehicle.

"Oui, Marc, what's up?"

"I'm not sure... Maybe nothing."

MARC SPECTOR. You just watched a man eat a gerbil in a pet shop....WHOLE. What do you mean 'Nothing'?!

He tails the car to an old run down mansion .

"That's the old Borgwardt estate--It's been taken over by something called Save Our Society... Time to head home."

Frenchie confirms the car info with Marc. It is registered to the SOS non-profit agency that is privately funded by physicians.

"Sort of an east coast version of the Betty Ford Clinic. Why would a man eat a gerbil?"

Marc… You have fought werewolves. You fought a literal rat king. We’ve seen you fight ghosts and get your ass handed to you by a snake.

AND WHAT ARE YOU WEARING!? Does Steven know you’re wearing his clothes?

He asks Frenchie to dig into the petstore's files and get him a credit card for the guy that ate the gerbil and an address.

Meanwhile, we meander on over to the star of our show:

"Punisher's War Journal-- I've been on the trail of Ralph Newton, a junkie who makes a living ripping off old ladies' social security checks. Two weeks ago he pushed a seventy year old woman down a flight of stairs and she died. Newton seemed to have disappeared, butt now I have a lead--This shooting gallery in the Bronx."

For those of you unaware of the Punisher, here's a brief howdy-do for you!

The Punisher, AKA, Frank Castle. Originally a VietNam vet who came back with a little PTSD. His family (wife and child) were murdered by the mafia and Frank decided he'd had enough of evil in the world. He makes it his life's work to hunt down and kill anyone that makes it a living to hurt people.

Historically, the other heroes (ESPECIALLY DareDevil and Captain America) despise Frank and often rally the other heroes to try to hunt him down and stop him from continuing his war on crime.

He got his start in a Spider-Man comic of all places and branched out from there.

Frank is a pretty gruff and serious man and depending on who is writing him and what series you are reading, he can be pretty violent.

War Journal was a very popular series where he drives around in his Battle Van and writes about his missions. It works nicely because Frank isn’t much of a social man. So if you rely on the story conversations, like in all the other comics, you aren’t going to get much. But having him writing things down in his journal you get a beautiful narration that reads like a Noir film and you also get a fantastic way to get to know Frank and how he thinks. I appreciate it.

Often when Frank meets up with other heroes, there is a fight with them telling him he's wrong for killing and them eventually trying to stop him.

Now, we know he's going to meet up with Marc in this. And I am so excited for you guys to see this epic encounter.

So we see Frank in his usual attire walk up to a safe house and knock on the door.

He gets the guy to open the door posing as a seller.

Yeah. By now, everyone knows what it means when they see that skull design.

"Junkies. I swear they don't feel pain. You've got to break something before they stop coming at you."

Frank shoots all but one. He tells the remaining guy he's looking for Newton.

Lucky for the junkie he says he last saw Newton going into a rehab clinic saying he was going to get straight.

So Frank heads up to the clinic. It's a Save Our Society clinic.

"The place reeks of sweat and stale cigarettes, ashtrays filled to overflowing."

Man that's good Noir.

Frank walks up to the main desk (in his street clothes, which just means he put on a turtle neck and a coat).

"Department of social services. I'm here to verify our use of federal funds."

"I'm sorry, sir. There must be some mistake. This clinic is privately funded --we receive no federal funds."

"*SIGH* Sounds like another department screw-up. Could I speak to your director?"

(What works about this is that no one actually knows what Frank Castle looks like! He doesn’t need a disguise. Everyone knows him by what he wears. They see the giant skull and the guns. It WORKS. And Frank is surprisingly good at acting. He knows the system.)

He's told that the director isn't in. She's Leona Hiss. (Hiss? Really? We're going there?)

Frank heads to get info from Microchip. Hey! Microchip! I missed him!

Microchip was Frank's old tech guy. He was the man in the van that would give Frank info and hack into things for him.

I'd say they were good friends...But Frank doesn't have friends. I'd give you spoilers on what eventually happens to Microchip but... It's kinda a BIG spoiler and maybe someone here wants to head on over into Punisher land. So I'll leave it at that. (I came to Moon Knight from Punisher land. It was all thanks to this crossover comic… so I guess their ploy really does work sometimes.)

Anyways... Microchip looks up this Leona Hiss person.

A widow of an anesthesiologist who started the clinics to help drug addicts. He goes on and on and tells Frank it "Smells like a smoke screen. All her life, the lady shuns publicity. Now all of a sudden she's a big philanthropist?"

Man, look at that light and shadow in the first panel. This art team is amazing.

Frank sets up position on a roof across from the clinic.

"Clock Street's eerily alive at two A.M. I see a knife fight, several drug deals...Lights are burning in the clinic but no one's entered or left. There are guards on the roof. Better move.

I take position a block away, behind the clinic. I can easily make my way back over the rooftops--Nobody's watching back here. Overhead, a faint Whoosh. Some kind of high-tech chopper."

Oh boy. Oh boy. Oh boy.

(This art. This art is SLAYING.)

Oh man. Look at this meet up. Frank and his shotgun, Moon Knight facing him down.

They know who each other are! Every time Moon Knight meets up with someone he has to introduce himself! No one knows who he is! But Frank knows him. And Moon Knight doesn’t call him Frank. He knows who he is dealing with.

Oh man, that cover called for such an epic showdown. Both ex-marines. Both know how to handle themselves.

Uh.

“I presume we’re both interested in Save Our Society.”

“Right this afternoon I saw a man eat a gerbil. He came from here.”

“What’s his name?”

"Helmut Snead. He used a solen credit card. Six feet, brown eyes, scar above his left eye."

"Ralph Newton--A Junkie Murderer. What's he doing on Long Island?"

"I don't know--But he didn't look like a junkie. I want to know how he got out of the South Bronx and into a fancy clinic."

"How would you take this guy out?"

WHAT IS HAPPENING.

This is incredible. You have no idea.

Frank doesn't have friends. Frank doesn't do team-ups. Frank is brutal and tells it like it is.

And this isn't Frank being the victim to a new writer making nice in someone else's ball park. This is a PUNISHER comic. Moon Knight is the visitor.

And on that note... MARC doesn't have friends. MARC doesn't play well with others. We literally just came off of him being a part of the West Coast Avengers and leaving because he doesn't team well!

And here these two are, meeting for the first time and being BFF.

In fact, the fact that they already know who one another is despite never meeting means that they have heard others talk about them. And when people talk about the Punisher or Moon Knight, they generally don't have good things to say!

So these two heard "Yeah he's a brutal lunatic" they went "I gotta meet this chap."

I can't stress enough how amazing this is.

Frank is even asking Moon Knight to show how he'd take down a guy. He wants to see how Moon Knight works. And Moon Knight is letting Frank go first.

THIS in itself is amazing. Why? Because we have two highly skilled specialists from a high combat militarized zone that were both known for ambush settings and traps.

They know everything about this building isn't reading right, they have seen some guards and they don't know what's going on inside. So they are essentially walking into an unknown through a closed space doorway into a stairwell with numerous blind spots and possibilities for traps/ambushes.

If it were anyone else, Marc would go first to clear the way and possibly take that first hit because he knows he can take it.

BUT. If you REALLY look at it, Frank is older than Marc. Frank went to 'Nam. Frank has been at this longer and has turned New York into his own personal jungle.

He offers Frank the lead out of respect AND because he knows and Frank knows that if anything is out of the ordinary, Frank will spot it FIRST and deal with it.

This is grade A military tactics and my lord it’s beautiful.

And you know what?

Frank’s history is that he was team leader. And when Marc gives him lead, Frank takes it and Marc RESPECTS him. They are both used to working in this sort of setting.

And when you think about it, Marc was NEVER the leader. He followed other people. Bushman was his leader. Marc joined other groups and let other people tell him what to do. If he didn’t like it, he went off and joined a new group.

So when Frank says “Hold it….!” he is treading Marc like an officer under him and he has now automatically accepted Marc as following him and thus putting him under his protection. This is beautiful. I could wax on about this all day you guys.

Uh… Back to the comic. So… Frank spots a Black Mamba that’s sluggish from being in a cold setting.

Marc makes light chatter (he’s kinda of a goof and light chatter is what he does.) Frank quiets him. He knows there’s trouble ahead.

In the next room, we find a junky going through withdrawal and begging the doc to hurry up.

The 'doctor' injects him with something just as Frank and Marc bust in.

"Hello, Ralph. I didn't know you had a license to practice medicine... And only last week you were a lousy junkie..."

"Punisher!"

"Drop the needle."

"I don't think so.... SSSST!"

And the 'Doctor' suddenly has a snake tongue and snake eyes.

This bodes well.

Frank opens fire on his target and it hardly phases him.

"What have we stumbled into? They move slowly but they don't feel any pain." Moon Knight calls out while pummeling one of the snake guys.

"It's the cold. [....] Reptiles. The colder it gets, the slower they move. You saw Ralph eat a gerbil--Snakes eat gerbils. This place looks like a herpetology lab."

Very astute Frank.

They manage to take down all the snake guys and Moon Knight asks if he recognizes any of them.

Frank recognizes a couple of them as crackheads and various junkies.

They find Ralph to be a card carrier for S.O.S.

"Last week he's a junkie with an armful of holes and this week he's front man for a fancy long island cure club."

"I think we know where to go next. Why don't you come with me in the chopper?"

"Thanks, I will."

(WHY ARE THEY SO POLITE TO ONE ANOTHER. IT'S SO OVER THE TOP.)

So... Frank takes a ride in Marc's chopper.

"Nice set-up. How do you keep the engines so quiet?"

"It's a new kind of fiberglass packing."

And they arrive back at the mansion.

"Come on in--I've got a war room. We'll do a little digging."

"This place is a little ostentatious, don't you think?"

"There are so many private choppers flying in and out of the neighborhood nobody notices mine--Especially at night. The surrounding mansions and trees also cover our entrances and exits from the concealed hangar."

I don't think that's what he meant by ostentatious, Marc.

Inside, Frank, Marc, and Frenchie stand around a table with some maps.

Marc tells Frank about the Borwardt estate he initially tracked snake man to earlier.

"I ran a check on cult leaders and you'll never guess who was released from a federal prison last month--Viper."

Frenchie tells Frank who Viper is.

"She used to head up zat facist group Hydra, zen she went solo. She was busted in connection with the so-called snake riot in washington last year...[....] A mass hallucination where people believed they turned into snakes. I also learned that Viper was recently sprung from prison by a Dr. Tyrone."

We head on over to SOS where we see a green lady, "Madam Viper".

She is in a room of snake men who are 'newly converted'.

They say they are hungry and Viper tells them that they have "a rabbit, five hamsters and a gerbil. We'll have to make another run to the pet store soon."

She has a bit of a thing for hitting people with a whip and demanding that they all call her 'Madame Viper'.

She is then informed that the other clinic was hit and that Newton is dead.

She sends the new snake men out to the yard for guard duty. She's pretty sure SHIELD is out to get her. Which makes sense since she worked for Hydra.

Unfortunately for her, it's far from shield.

Overhead, we find the Moon Copter flying by and Moon Knight drops in with his cape and Frank drops in on a glider.

The guards immediately open fire on them and Frank returns fire.

FRANK. DO NOT ENCOURAGE HIM.

….I don’t know if I should count this as a window dive or not. It’s tempting. I’m not going to count it. He decides to abstain from window entrance for once.

Unfortunately for Frank, he runs in without checking around and Marc isn't there to watch his six.

Madam Viper jumps him and injects him with a serum.

Now... Unfortunately for her... Frank has never responded well to drugs of any sort. He's got a history of this not going well for people that try to drug Frank Castle.

He doesn't go down.

In fact, it actually makes him go a little berserk. A berserk Frank Castle is NEVER something anyone wants to face.

He’s doing fine.

She makes a run for it.

Elsewhere, Moon Knight is fighting his own snake man army.

"Lets of gunfire and then it stopped! The time to start worrying about Punisher is when the gunfire stops.

Viper injects one of her larger helpers turning him into a very large and strong snake man.

Moon Knight faces off with the big snake guy. His usual methods of just 'hit it as hard as I can' doesn't work. They don't feel pain thanks to the drugs.

He's wearing a heat pack to keep him moving so Moon Knight decides to take this outside and....WINDOW! WE GOT A WINDOW!

I mean… This one was legit. And he was exiting with a good reason… But I’m still counting it.

Heat pack removed and out in the cold air, the lizard guy goes down easy.

Moon Knight goes to find the Punisher now.

He finds a room full of bodies and Frank in the middle having a lovely hallucination time.

In the window outside, Marc watches a rocket thing take off with Viper escaping in it to fight another day.

Marc manages to distract frank with his crescent darts, moving them around and letting the light reflect off of them in a hypnotic way. This lets him get close enough to take away Frank's gun.

At this point, Frank calms down and the adrenalin that was coursing through his system and probably helping to stave off the toxic affects of the drugs wears off.

Frank goes into convulsions and Moon Knight moves to get him out of there. Not to mention the cops are starting to show up and they need to leave.

The cops have never been fans of Punisher (Despite what the right wing wants you to think when they put punisher logos on their giant trucks) and Frank has never liked the cops. Time to leave!

Marc takes Frank back to his mansion and puts him to bed.

I kid you not.

This... This is a thing that happens a lot. He did the same thing to Jack Russel. Just... Take the drugged up guy home and let him sleep it off in his big bed in the mansion.

Frank has a rough night, hallucinating and putting up a big of a fight but he sleeps it off.

The next day, he wakes up feeling a bit better.

And it ends here. Frank heading off to his next mission and Marc casual as hell as he watches his new buddy leave.

Again I’m going to say it. WHAT.

You don’t understand just HOW bizarre this issue was. ON BOTH SIDES. Frank was so…NICE… Marc was so amendable! They acted like long lost friends! WHAT WAS WITH THE CONSTANT REFERENCES TO GERBILS?! Why does Marc keep putting drugged up men in his bed? Why was he wearing Steven’s clothes? I have so many questions.

And from this casual weird encounter… An obsession was born.

ALRIGHT. Let’s talk about why this works. (This is gonna get long. You can stop here if you don't want to hear me ramble and are just here for the comics).

In the Marvel universe (616), we have a lot of veterans of different wars.

WWII has Captain America, Bucky, and Nick Fury

Vietnam has Frank Castle.

Wolverine....a lot of wars. All the wars. Every war.

Apparently Charles Xavier was in the Korean war (I didn't know that)

Ben Grimm was in the Marines before his space accident (Awww. Another thing for him to bond with Marc over.)

Then of course you have Carol Danvers who worked for the CIA in the cold war.

Rhodes (War Machine) who was in Afghanistan and Vietnam.

There are a LOT of veterans of different wars and different time periods (Marvel time is a soup).

The initial problem was which war. And this is where we are going to once more step onto the Drifting Pieces History soap box.

We all know the saying “There’s no good war”. But that’s not right. Not according to politics and public opinion.

To be a veteran of WWII was a noble and good thing. You fought a clear cut enemy, (nothing worse than a Nazi) liberated suppressed people, and most important, you came home a winner.

What’s that? There was another war? In Korea? Never heard of that one. We totally didn’t go to Korea and fail miserably and we certainly aren’t going to talk about what happened over there.

Oh look, Vietnam! The first publicly broadcasted war. Not like “The Whole World is Watching”. Oh no, the average citizen is suddenly getting their first look at what happens in war. Oh no, it’s not as nice and pretty as it’s supposed to be. No one talked about the atrocities that were committed by the good guys in WWII! And the Korean War certainly didn’t happen.

This was the first war where American soldiers came home and were shunned. They were booed. They lost their jobs, lost their homes, and lost their families. Disgraced and forgotten by their country and their people.

So we have nice shiny Captain America. A literal representation of the good of America and ideal soldier, punching Nazi and saving people in WWII.

Then we have Frank Castle, a dirty soldier from Vietnam. I’m sure people screamed “Baby killer” at him fresh off the plane. What’s that? Frank served THREE tours in Vietnam?! He was the sole survivor of a huge ambush? He was awarded the Medal of Honor, the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the Navy Cross, Silver and Bronze stars, and four Purple Hearts? That don’t mean shit to the average citizen that only cares about two things: 1. We lost. 2. We shouldn’t have been there in the first place.

So he comes home, one of the best Marines in the business, and he’s got nothing.

He gets married to a sweetheart, has two kids (a little girl and boy), and settles in living an ideal life. A quiet life. Too quiet. Frank’s got a little PTSD going on and he was very good at what he did. He didn’t want to leave. He was good over there. He was respected. He was needed.

But he’s doing the best he can. Until that’s taken away from him in an event he’d seen over and over again in war. Blazing gun fire and his family is gone.

He gets revenge. But there’s a problem. He isn’t seen as a loving family man that takes down the people that murdered his kids and wife. He’s seen as a violent ex-soldier from Vietnam that’s gone crazy and is shooting up the place.

They say that for Frank, “the war never ended. It just changed missions.”

And all these other Heroes that are also veterans? They came from good wars. Captain America spouts speeches of being a Good Soldier at Frank. He doesn’t know what it’s like to question if the bad guy really is the bad guy.

If Frank hadn’t of been such a family man, he would have made an amazing mercenary. The best there was.

But then you have Marc Spector. He went to war to escape trauma. He was good. He was VERY good at what he did. And dollars to donuts, he heard about another Marine that was also very good named Francis Castiglione.

But Marc could only be good so long as it wasn’t obvious that his mental illness was a thing. Even if he lied signing up for the military, when he took the jobs working for SHIELD and the CIA, they HAD to know about his history in the mental hospital. But the second he starts to dissociate in public, he’s kicked out. Can’t have a mentally ill person hanging out around all those weapons, right? I’m sure that’s what they told themselves as they kicked him to the curb.

Marc could have gone home here. He’d have been a disgraced hero, sitting on the side of the road on a Veteran hat asking for change. But Marc was still running. He didn’t have a childhood sweetheart waiting for him. He had trauma.

So Marc carries on the mission and he’s GOOD. And he’s a follower. He likes being told what to do. It prevents him from thinking and taking responsibility. If people get hurt, it isn’t his fault.

Now Frank is very thorough. There’s a chance that the first time he hears about a new Superhero showing up in Manhattan he immediately looks into it. He’s got access to SHIELD info. He finds out who Marc Spector is and he sees another soldier that was let down by his country. Another soldier that was looking to make a wrong right despite how the war went.

And Marc? Frank’s a hero. He’s tough. He does what needs to be done to keep people safe. Frank’s a leader and he takes care of his soldiers.

They look at one another and see soldiers struggling to find their place here in the normal life again because they never HAD normal lives to begin with.

Moon Knight is the only one who can probably understand where Frank is coming from and not judge him.

Much later on in the comics, when Moon Knight is desperately trying to fit in with the Avengers and be a better hero, we see him come up against Frank again. Frank understands what Moon Knight is trying to do and he asks him if he really thinks it’s going to work.

And despite how everything else was going in that particular run (a lot. A lot was going), it was a very real moment. Frank saw through him. I’ll get more into it later when we eventually get there. But man… These two together both make me so happy and also break my heart.

ANYWAY. Uh… Long extended explanation over! I love this issue with my whole everything.

This writer? This artist? Why couldn’t THEY have been the ones to take over the Marc Spector run? They get it! Look how pretty they make him! Look at all that cape action!

They even get the dichotomy of Marc in this time. We may not have STEVEN, but did you see the way Marc was dressed in the mansion? How very Steven -esque. Even the way he treats Frank at the end there.

UGH I could go on about this all day. I’m going to stop here before I write a dissertation. I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT THIS OKAY.

#Moon Knight #Moon Knight comics #Analyzing the comics #Marc Spector #Jake Lockley #Steven Grant #Frank Castle #The Punisher #They deserve to be friends #These two disasters #Why was there so much Gerbil in this #I love this issue #I could wax poetry about it all day #Two reviews in one day? Spoiling you

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Mine! Part 2 with Steven Grant

So, having written a few one-shots with hints of NSFW. I have taken the plunge to attempt a two-part NSFW story. Please be kind. Feedback and reblogs are appreciated. I have left my imagination run wild with this, I loved writing it.

Summary:

After Steven saves you, he orders you home to shower. He's reiled up as he smells the other man still. Once you're cleansed of that smell, Steven claims you as his. I love seeing Steve reiled up and dominant. I hope you do too. Enjoy 😉

You can read the first part here. Mine

NSFW. Minors DNI. Talk and sexual actions. SMUT in this part. Anxious reader due to past relationship. porn with plot, dominant Steven. Slight Angst. Fluffy ending. Established relationship. Cum play. P In V (please wrap it up and practice safe and happy sex) sexual language used.

Word count: 2752

You step into the shower, letting the warm water sooth your mind and well body. You still can’t help thinking that Stevens is angry at you. The smell of lavender mint and steam fills the air.

As you wash your hair enjoying, as you drag your fingers through your scalp. Your mind wanders to when Jake done that a few nights ago, as he gripped your hair as he pulled you up and down his cock.

You rub your thighs together unconsciously at the memory. As soapy suds, run down your breasts, catching on your hard nipples. As you exit the shower, your gut twists as you wrap the soft towel around your frame.

You coyly look at Steven who’s sitting at the bottom of the bed, in only his boxers. His big palm rested on his covered erection. If you didn’t know this was Steven, you would believe it to be Marc or even Jake.

You swear that the 3 of them are rubbing off on each other!

“Drop it” He commands, gesturing to your towel. You do as he says, as Steven comes to stand behind you. Gripping his hands on your waist, she buried his nose in your damp locks.

As your scent envelopes Steven, in comfort, He starts to calm. So when you shudder against him, Steven registers this as you shake.

“Oh my love, I’m sorry” Steven choked out

He quickly turns to face you, worry evident his the eyes you love so much.

You look up at his loving gaze, cupping his cheek, rubbing your thumb on his jaw. His 5 o’clock shadow, gently scratching your skin.

“Make me yours” you reply

Steven looks at you carefully, making sure you want this, you want him. He never wants to hurt you in a way.

“you sure love?” He says

His arms wrapped around you, pressing you to his body. You both shudder, feeling each other aroused.

“I want you, I trust you, my love. I want this love ” you reply

His chocolate orbs blown as the shine like obsidian crystals. Nodding his head, Steven licks his lips. Turning you both round He pushes you towards the bed.

His mouth hungrily, his mouth connects to yours, licking your bottom lip for access. You let him control the kiss, whimpering as he nips the corner of your mouth.

Trailing wet kisses and nipping his way down your throat and along your collar bone.

“Mine” Steven grunts out.

His left hand buried in your hair as his right hand kneads your left breast.

“Yours” you moan out as his strong fingers roll and pinch your already hard nipple.

“On the bed” Steven demands in control once again.

You obey sitting on the bed. Gazing up at the man you love. Your eyes blow in lust. You know Steven will ruin you in the best possible way.

Steven kneels before you, his velvety chocolate curls falling on his forehead. He pushes your legs apart, staring at your core as it glistens back at him.

“Your so wet love” He growls as he starts kissing your right calf while kneading the inside of your left thigh.

“Only for you l..l..love” you involuntary gasp

As he sucks and nips inside you, Thigh. You know tomorrow that constellations of bruises will be scattered across your skin, which will remind me of today.

Steven changes the position of what he has done from your right to your left. And after another gasp as he nips your left Thigh. You desperately want his mouth on your soaking aching cunt.

You grab a fistful of his velvet locks and try to shift so that he gets the hint. Your clit throbs as Stevens warm breath coats your slick. A whimper escapes your throat in anticipation as Steven clamps your thighs to the mattress.

Chuckling darkly “ Someone’s a needy little slut” Steven stands up, taking his boxers off. Palming his length, pre cum glittering the almost purple head.

Bastard you thought as the words “yes sir” sweetly left your lips. It was exciting, but seeing Steven being dominant, but you loved it.

“ Good girl” he said against your stomach, kissing, nipping and suckling your sensitive skin, working his way up between your breasts.

Breaking his dominant composure slightly, he praises you as he softly kisses you.

“Y/N darling, you're so beautiful”

Your heart swells hearing this. Leaning up to kiss him again as his forehead rests on yours. Your hand on his bicep.

“you Steven, are so handsome”

He smiles to himself on hearing his. Before he’s kissing you again, but unlike the last, your tongues fight for dominance, and Steven wins. Kissing up to the ear, he whispers to you.

“Who do you belong to?” His breath tickles the shell of your ear.

“y...you.” You tremble out

“Good girl.” He praises as he kisses your cheek then down the valley of your soft breasts. Kneading the right as he kisses up the left to your nipple.

He licks around the pebble before engulfing it in his hot wet mouth greedily suckling as he squeezes both breasts.

An audible pop sounds in the room as the cold air hits your hot nipple, Steven moans moving to your right nipple and he’s still as greedy as the first.

Your right hand caresses his broad back, occasionally leaving scratches which Steven groans and arches into your hand. While squeezing the back of his neck, wrapping curls around your fingers.

With one last lick to your hard pebble, Steven moves downwards kissing slowly to your pussy. You feel like your stuck in this moment till Stevens hands are on you.

“open up love” he says as he kneels between your thighs. He strokes your juices deliberately avoiding your pulsing clit, with is thick index finger covering it.

You shiver and arch into his familiar touch. He licks your juices murmuring about how sweet you taste for him. He runs the same finger through your pussy juice again.

“Open” Steven demands, bringing his dripping finger. His wedding band shining mixed with your arousal, and the pale afternoon light. You open your plump, kiss, bruised lips.

Steven moans as your tongue swirls and laps at his finger. Gripping your check as you continue suck his thick digit, tasting your sweetness.

Steven almost loses it as you swirl and suck around his wedding band. Making him understand your his and Marc’s and Jake’s.

You pop his finger out your wet, warm mouth and smile down at him between your legs.

If there was a picture next to the definition of lust in the dictionary, it would be a picture of Steven’s face in this moment.

Pinning your thighs open on the mattress, your lower back arches towards Steven’s eager mouth. You shudder at the connection.

Steven kisses your clip forcefully before lapping the juices up, like someone dying of thirst. Between kneading your Thighs, liking and suckling your clit, pluse Stevens dominant attitude. Your chasing your high.

Steven moans as his mouth, chin, and nose are soaked in your juices. Moving down to tease your entrance with is tongue, his nose deliciously nudges your swollen clit. You fucking love his nose.

In your bliss you barely register Stevens mixture of a growl and a moan leaving his lips of “MINE” as he’s buried so deep in your pussy. But you certainly feel it.

He continues to tease your throbbing entrance with his tongue darting and swirling within your core. Taking his hand away from your quivering thigh.

He takes his thumb he does one slow stroke then 2 quick strokes over your clit, you almost jump at the sweet sensation. Steven watches as you close your eyes your bottom lip between your teeth. Writhing at the pleasure he’s giving you.

Repeating the action again, your moans a sweet melody that none of the boys will tire of.

“Enjoying me touching you like this?.” He smirks

All you can manage is a breathless moan.

“so wet for me love” as he starts fucking you with his tongue, repeating the movement on your clit that you loved. Your left hand grabs at his crown, moaning as you finally yank his chocolate curls. Your right tangled in the bed sheets.

“Oh OH FUCK STEVEN” you scream from your lungs, your ears filled with the sound of your wet pussy and Steven’s moan.

Swapping his tongue for his fingers he slips two inside you fucking you senseless, your core contracting around his fingers. You feel beads of sweet on your forehead and saliva running down the side of your mouth pooling at your chin.

“that’s it love, cum for me, show me what I do to you love” Steven’s growls rubbing your clit faster and stretching his fingers in you.

White nose fills your ears, body going limp as your orgasm washes over you like a warm liquid pooling in your soul.

Coming to Steven is hovering over you as you look at him with hooded eyes and a soft smile. He kisses you softly, licking your saliva up.

“I love you” he whispers against your lips. You feel his damp curls on your forehead, and his beautiful long lashes tickle your closed lids.

“I love you too. Sweetheart” you whisper back as he pecks your lips again.

Getting off the bed, Steven walks to the bottom again. You marvel at the man in front of you, sometimes you can’t believe he’s yours.

“Now who’s going to fuck till you can’t think straight.”

He strokes you outer Thigh in soothing circles with his thumb.

“You Steven” you answer confidently.

Steven slaps your thigh, the sharp sting, sending electricity to your soaking core.

“Who?” he says a tinge of anger in his tone.

Your big eyes lock with his as you gently shake in anticipation of what’s to come.

“You Sir” you say, coyly trying to wind Steven up a little more.

Steven grunts in approval, as he strokes his achingly hard cock a few times, closing his eyes on the last stroke. Wiping his pre cum with his thumb. Wiping it on you lips. He watches liking is own as you eagerly lap his sweet, saltiness on your lips.

With a groan, he pulls you down so your arse is hanging off the bed. Resting your legs on him, you can feel his stomach soft but firm and his toned chest.

He lines his hard cock at your entrance, and pushes into your warm soft cunt. You both moan as he bottoms out, staying there a few moments as you secure your feet on his strong shoulders.

Steven turns his head and kisses the side of your foot. His hands squeeze your hips securely.

Steven pulls out and thrusts in quickly, getting his rhythm going

“So feel so good love, your Perfectly made for me” he moans with closed eyes.

“You treat me so good, love. Your the only one me” your moan out feeling Stevens cock movement hitting the right spot.

“I'm so close” you whimper, arching your back, grasping the bed sheets.

Steven relinquished his grip on you right hip, placing it in your clit repeating the one slow stroke then two quick strokes, your clit spasms as Steven works his thrusts in time with his thumb.

“Come for me love” Steven commands.

And your body complies, and the white noise and waves of pleasure electrifying your nerves to point of no return as you scream his name in a non-stop chant.

“Steven, oh fuuuck, Stev....en” you cum around his pulsing cock. He lazily continues to thrust into you.

“On your knees” you hear as you come too.

“Now”

Somehow, you comply, your body still shaking from its high.

Positioned on your knees, you can feel your juices on your inner thighs. You look up at Steven towering over you. His cock hard and pulsing, still in hand. He pumps his hand up and down lazily.

“Open up love, who do you belong to?” Steven says in a breathless moan, pumping his cock harder and faster.

“Yours” you smile. Then, open your mouth and stick your tongue out.

He moves towards your tongue, pumping his cock. You know he’s close as this legs start shaking.

“I’m gonna cum, gonna gonna cum, love!” You put your hands on his thick thighs, stabling him. His head falls back, you can see his sheen of sweat on his neck and toned chest.

And with a couple more pumps of his hand, he comes undone, with a string of moans saying

“MINE, MINE, and MINE ONLY!”

Ropes of his white cum coat your face, neck and chest. And you catch the remaining drops on your tongue, swallowing your prize proudly.

As Steven comes back to you from his high, rubbing circles on your shoulder. He dips his finger in his spend and brands the word MINE on your chest, then he kneels down to your level and kisses you lovingly and passionately. Hugging up protectively to him.

You saver his touch in this most intimate moment between you both.

“Oh love, you OK?.” Steven asks softly.

As he shakily gets on his, offering his hand to help you stand. You nod your head in a yes, taking Steven’s hand as he gently pulls you up against him. Getting your breath back and straightening yourself up.

“Yes Love, just a bit breathless” you giggle.

Guiding you to your side of the bed, pulling the covers back. You lay down, your head sinking into the soft pillows.

You hear Steven padding to the bathroom, and after a few moments, he comes back.

Gently patting your hip, as he says “open you legs. My love” Steven ever so delicately cleans you and dries you there and then doing so with your breasts.

With another cloth, he wipes you face with a feather like strokes as you nuzzle into his hand. Then, he proceeds to throw them in the laundry basket as he pads to his side of the bed.

Before he gets in, you roll round to face him. He gets in, pulling the covers up, and you snuggle into him.

As you're about to kiss him, he’s looking you over.

“Did I hurt you, love?” he asks with a whimper. Shaking slightly as rubs your cheek.

You realise that Stevens is back to being Steven, how that he got that all out of his system.

You raise yourself so you're in a sitting position, holding your arms out. Steven takes your invitation and moves to your side. You move, and he slips an arm around your back, resting on your waist.

His other arm around your waist, linking his hand in yours. Resting his head where he hears your heart beating. You play with his hair at his nape while he fiddles with your fingers.

You both lie there quietly. The only sound is you both breathing.

You break the silence. Kissing the top of his head, his curls tickling your nose.

“No love. You needn’t worry” You hug him tightly.

“that’s good love, I couldn’t bear it if I did” comes out as he looks up to you.

You smile as he moves up to kiss you.

“I love you more than anything, love, and when I saw what he was doing to you, I saw red.” He says, putting his hands in his lap. As though he’s unsure of how you’ll reply to him.

“I was scared till you came Steven. He touched me, and I froze, thinking of you know” You breathed out with a shudder. You continued “ I thought you were angry with me, love, when you looked at me.”

You turn to face him, tears on the verge of escaping your eyes. He quickly pulls you into his arms, rubbing your back, grounding you back to him.

“Never love, I knew that you wouldn’t have done that, I wanted to protect you.” Steven says with a kiss to your head.

Looking up to him, Steven catches your lips in a strong embrace. Rubbing his thumb across your cheek.

You put your hand on top of his, giving it a squeeze.

“I love you, Mr Grant.” looking lovingly into his chocolate orbs while fiddling with his wedding band.

Steven takes your hand in his, and with his other, he touches your closed eye lid, then your heart. Then kisses your wedding ring.

“I love you too, Mrs Grant” snuggling up close together.

“very much” you hear as you drift to sleep.

Word count: 2,752

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