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grace-writes-shit · 1 year

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Perfect For Me (Steven Grant x Reader)

Words: 2.2K

Warnings/Themes: Angst,Self-hatred, body insecurity, hurt/comfort, fluff, light nudity (non-sexual)

Characters/Pairings: Steven Grant x reader, Marc Spector

liavaleska asked:

Hellooo! How are you? I hope you are doing great. Can I request something where reader comforts Steven Grant when he is feeling insecure about his body? Ty❤️

A/N: Sorry it took me a while to get this up! But here it is and I hope you enjoy it. It came out a tab bit angstier than I intially wanted but I'm quite proud of this one! Let me know what you think :)

Tired eyes mindlessly watched the little goldfish bob around its tank. The only sound filling the apartment was that of the tank’s filter. Rain pattered against the windows. Each door that opened or closed in the building had her peeking at the door through the tank. It was a quiet evening. As it had been for the past few days, nearing two weeks.

Nearly two weeks of silence. All because the other occupant of the apartment was hardly around anymore. Something was up with one of the boys. She had hoped one of them would have confided in her. But they are alters of Marc Spector. Mr. Secret.

The notion of her husband keeping secrets saddened her. It wasn’t hard to suspect that something was wrong. Steven would be up before her and leaving for work earlier than usual. Before he would wrap himself tighter around her when her alarm would go off, begging her to stay in bed for a few more minutes.

He had also picked up the habit of jogging. At first, she had been happy for him; happy he had found a healthy hobby. But now she’s questioning how healthy it really is. The bags under his eyes darkened with the passing of each day. Getting up early, going on jogs, and working as Khonshu’s personal plaything, had to be tiring. Not to mention she didn’t really see him enough to confirm that he had eaten that day.

“At least you’re around, huh, Gus?” She murmured, chin resting on her palm. The fish swam into his pyramid. A groan left her as she hung her head. Great. Even the fish didn’t want to spend time with her. Pushing out of her seat, she decided it was time for bed. The clock on the wall read 1am.

A quick glance at her phone showed that her messages had been read. But there had been no response.

‘Hey, love. Just wondering when you’ll be home. Any ideas for dinner?’

Read at 7:30pm.

‘Hey, again, you’re probably busy so I wrapped up dinner for you. Chinese takeout, your favorite! Love you <3’

Read at 10:46pm

With a heavy heart, she typed out one last text.

‘Going to bed now. Love you, darling’

She didn’t wait for a reply and stuck her phone on the charger. Tears pricked at her eyes as she stared at the empty bed. This would be the sixth night in a row that she would be going to bed by herself. The cold, white duvet laughed up at her. Sniffling, she padded over to the closet and pulled out one of Steven’s hoodies, and tugged it on. His scent filled her nose but didn’t bring the comfort she craved. Rather, it broke the dam holding back her tears.

She wished she could help him. Wished he let her help him. Wanted him to know that he wasn’t alone in whatever he was going through. If only he would just let her in. Her teeth bit into the soft flesh of her lip as she tried to stifle the sobs. Curled up on the bed, she hugged Steven’s pillow to her chest.

Keys knocking against the door had her freezing. The door slowly creaked open and heavy, tired footsteps entered the apartment. The sound of a duffle hitting the floor broke her out of her trance and had her shooting up.

“Steven?” The figure outlined by the light of the fish tank shuffled over to the bed, standing at the foot.

“No, sorry…” Marc said, voice low and, dare she say, sad. She quickly flicked on the lamp on her nightstand, beckoning him towards her.

“What’s wrong, Marc? Are- are you guys okay?”

Marc was silent for a few heartbeats, his silence giving her time to think of every possible thing that could be wrong. Steven doesn’t love her anymore, Khonshu’s asking too much, they have some terminal disease… Her lip wobbled more with each new possibility.

“No… No, we’re not okay.” Marc whispered, “Steven doesn’t want me to tell you… but I don’t think he’s okay.”

He sounded so tired, and his eyes didn’t even come up to meet hers as he spoke. Whatever was wrong, it had been going on for a while and it’s become too much for Marc to handle. With a frown, she grabbed his hand to tug him onto the bed.

While she wasn’t in a romantic relationship with him, Marc was still important to her. He was like a brother to her. Without him, she wouldn’t even have Steven.

“Tell me, Marc… Tell me what’s wrong,” she begged softly. If he closed the door now after letting her get a toe in, she might completely break down. He sagged forward with his elbows on his knees, head in his hands.

“I just wish I could have protected him better… All of this is my fault. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I know this has been hurting you too, but I don’t know how to help him. He won’t eat; he runs until we have blisters… Hell, he’s been fronting during almost every fight and I can’t make him give me the body…”

It was as if once the words started pouring out of his mouth, they wouldn’t stop.

“The only reason I’m fronting now is that I think he was just too exhausted to…” The sigh that left him was far beyond his age. It was the sigh of someone too tired to continue. “You gotta help us, Y/N… You gotta help Steven.”

With a tear-streaked face, she nodded.

<><>

Marc had showered and changed into Steven’s favorite pajamas before climbing into bed. Y/N lay on her side of the bed, wishing that it was her husband she was falling asleep next to. She wanted to hold him close, to protect him from the dangers of his own mind. She could only hope that when she woke up, it would be Steven kissing her awake as he used to.

Her sleep was a light and fitful one. An odd form of sleep paralysis. She could hear the sounds of their apartment, and Marc’s heavy snores next to her. But she couldn’t move. Worry and fear gripped her body like a vice.

Time seemed to still be flowing as one moment she was hearing Marc’s snores, then the next Steven’s much softer breaths. Unconsciously, her hand drifted toward her husband. Her love. Her partner who needed her help.

She couldn’t be sure if her hand ever touched him. Because it was his strained whispers that had her fully conscious. The lamp in the living area was lit and he stood in front of a full-length mirror.

“You overstepped, mate. I told you not to tell her.”

She blinked heavily, unsure if this was a dream or not. A quick hand over his side of the bed told her that it was not and that he hadn’t been gone for long.

“I don’t care! If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t be here with a big bloody scar on our chest from that fight! Or the other dozen scars everywhere else!” His voice started to rise.

She couldn’t help but stare at his back as he whispered furiously into the mirror on the other side of the apartment.

“She’s not gonna… she wouldn’t want a human scratching post. Y/N deserves more than… this. I mean, look at us…” He inhaled a shuttering breath. His strong hands gripped the edge of the standup mirror. “A million scars, rubbish bags under our eyes… gross stretch marks, unflattering dad bod.”

His final whispered confession had her finally jumping out of bed.

“I just wish I could be the man she deserves.”

She gave him no time to react before she slammed into his back, wrapping her arms around his middle and bunching the fabric of his shirt in her hands.

His breath caught in his throat, shame filling him. He could feel her sobs more than hear them. Gods, he made her upset. That had been the last thing he wanted to do, but Marc’s words from earlier rang through his head.

“You’re hurting her. Leaving early, coming home late, not making love with her, and keeping the lights off when you do. It’s hurting her. She told me so.”

A sob forced its way from his throat, and hot tears fell down his cheeks. His teeth bit harshly into his lip as he bowed his head, unwilling to look at the reflection of Marc’s pitying look.

“I’m so sorry…So, so sorry.” His hands grasped hers over his chest, right over the scar that had started this whole thing. She shook her head, whimpering into his shirt.

“No, please, Steven.” She took a shuddering breath, “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m not mad; or upset with you… I’m upset for you.”

His eyes screwed closed, his lips pressed into a line to suppress his cries.

“I wish I could take this pain away from you. I wish I could love these thoughts out of your mind. You do such an amazing job of protecting me; I wish I did a better job at protecting you.” She pulled her hands from his to drift to his sides and gently turned him to face her.

He kept his head bowed. The shame, the self-hatred, the ugly expression on his face, it wasn’t something she needed to see. The flinch he gave when her gentle hand cupped his cheek was uncontrollable. Her hand dropped back down to her side.

“Steven, let me help you. Whatever you’re trying to keep from me, whatever it is you are trying to hide, I will still love you. Nothing will ever make me not love you; nothing will ever make me think you are undeserving. You are the only man in this entire universe that I will ever love.”

He didn’t flinch when her hand touched him this time. Instead, he pressed his tear-stained cheek into her palm. They both let out heavy breaths. A hand littered with scars he hated so much, gripped her waist. The other, just as scarred as the right, cupped the back of her neck and he brought their foreheads together.

“I’m sorry that I’ve upset you, love. I just... I don’t know how to… how to let someone help. But I know I need it.” Steven swallowed the lump still stuck in his throat. “I am truly fortunate to have you be the one to help me, though.”

“I’m even luckier to have you,” She whispered before leaning forward to press her lips to his. His grip tightened and he pulled her flush to his chest. Flames followed in the wake of her fingers tracing up his stomach to rest on his chest, lovingly stroking the raised skin of the scar. His heart was thundering and he was sure she could feel it under her fingertips.

Salty tears blended on their skin, hiccupping sobs breaking from his sweet lips. As if touching glass, she wiped his tears away, cooing and shushing him. Chocolate eyes locked with hers. Walking backward and not breaking eye contact, she tugged him by the hand towards the bed. Steven followed obediently while wiping his tears with his sleeve.

The bed was cool against her skin as she leaned against the pillows, opening her arms for him. The air was thick with tension as he stood still, watching her. The stifling air was broken when he pulled his shirt over his head with shaking hands. His body is on full display in the dim lighting. While the suit heals wounds, it doesn’t erase scars.

It didn’t seem possible, the amount of love and acceptance in her gaze. It made his breath catch in his throat and warm goosebumps break out over his skin. Wishing for him to be in her arms, she made grabby hands for him. The action made his lips quirk up.

Slowly, he crawled in between her legs and she sat up to wrap her arms around his middle. Soft lips ghosted over the scar as her hands smoothed over his sides. His head was nuzzled into her hair and his arms wrapped around her back.

After breathing each other in, she leaned back and guided him to rest his head on her chest. His strong arms constricted around her middle. Her socked foot caressed his calf while her lips kissed the top of his head.

“If I get too heavy, I can move.” He couldn’t help but mumble. Gentle fingers carded through his hair and trailed down his back. Painted nails lightly scraped over his skin, leaving a trail of more goosebumps.

“If you dare move, I’m going to handcuff you to myself and swallow the key,” she threatened.

Steven let out a breathy chuckle and relaxed more into her. The patterns she was tracing into his skin were hypnotic and slowly, his eyes began to drift closed. A low sweet hum filled his ears.

As he focused on her fingers, he realized she wasn’t just doodling random patterns. It was letters. Words.

‘I love you’

‘Perfect’

‘Strong’

Tears pricked his eyes once more. He tilted his head to press a lingering kiss to her collarbone.

“I’ve got you, Steven. I’m not going anywhere. Not when I’ve got the perfect man for me in my arms.”

#my writing #grace writes shit #fluff #reader insert #request #steven grant #steven grant x reader #angst #tw: body insecurity #tw: mental health #tw: self loathing #moon knight x reader #moon knight #marc spector

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strangerhands · 16 days

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th-thinking... about... jake being happy about growing old with marc and steven because that means that theyve done well looking after eachother... ohmygod...

#i just devastated myself.#screams at my own brain #FUCK #how could i say this.#jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant #moon knight #talkin shit

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live-laugh-love-aziraphale · 2 years

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For someone who can't communicate their feelings well, I get really angry when characters don't communicate their feelings

#it's a problem #i know #beyond evil #old fashion cupcake #my love mix up #light on me #plus minus #semantic error #cherry magic #the witcher #moon knight #like...shit #GET IT TOGETHER

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ominoose · 9 months

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𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐱𝐢 - 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: A taxi pulls up beside you to rescue you in the rain, turns out its no ordinary cab. Warnings: Smut (f!recieving oral, vaginal sex), google translated Spanish. WC: 2.5k A/N: Thank you to @minispidey for brainstorming this with me <3

The rain was unrelenting, the pavement reflecting the bright neon lights of New York as you stand at the corner of the block, holding your jacket over your head as if it could save you from the sudden storm. Taxi's were roaring past, almost splashing you as they sped on through busy street's, yet not paying any mind to your out stretched hand, waving wildly in the hopes of shelter and a ride.

With a sigh you drop your arm, trying to shake off the water that was running down onto your dampening top. There was no use, no way were you going to manage to catch a stray taxi on a Saturday night. As you turn in defeat, resigning yourself to walk home, a honk and bright lights catch your attention.

A slick, black taxi cab pulls up next to you, the windows completely tinted, shielding the interior and driver from view. You stare in confusion, looking left and right. Everyone was walking by with haste, hunched under umbrellas and rushing to get out of the rain, no one was stood waiting for a cab.

The hum of a window rolling catches your attention, and when you glance back towards the cab a man is resting an arm on the car door. A black flat cap sat low on his face, casting a shadow over his eyes, leaving only a dark mustache and a casual smirk to define him.

"You getting in or what, querido?" The voice had a husky New York drawl, casual and confident as he gestured between you and the door.

With only a moments hesitation you hurriedly step towards the cab, opening the door and dumping yourself into the seat, your jacket thrown beside you. For a moment you felt bad, wetting the leather seats of the one taxi that would stop for you.

"Thanks for pulling up, I was about to give up. Thought I was going to have to walk it home in the downpour." You huff out, offering a friendly smile to the man as you buckle in.

"No hay problema, wouldn't want a pretty lady like you getting too wet." The taxi rumbles to life, merging with the rest of the cars of and setting off.

It was a spacious cab, the kind that had two rows of seats facing one another with enough space in the middle to stretch your legs out. There was two clean towels folded on a seat to the left, with water bottles and a pack of wipes in the car door. 'What a nice cabi, leaving little amenities for customers', you thought before looking up at the glass separating the back and front of the taxi, trying to peer at the mysterious driver.

Stray dark curls peeked from the back of his flat cap, resting on the collar of a leather jacket and black gloved hands patted the wheel in a rhythm as a soft, classical Spanish song sounds through the radio. The man held an aura of mystery, leaning back against the seat like he'd done it a thousand times before, but you couldn't shake the feeling he held a cat like awareness. There was something about him, exuding a raw masculinity that he wielded nonchalantly.

"So, you dried off yet or are you still wet?" A small flush works up from your neck as he speaks, hoping he hadn't caught you staring.

"No I- I'm still a bit wet. Didn't want to waste your nice towels there, I'm basically soaked through so there'd be no point. Hope you don't mind me getting your seat a bit damp." You laugh a little self-consciously, looking down sheepishly at your wet clothes. You were thoroughly drenched.

"Soaking through you say?" The man repeats mirthfully, tutting a little, "No, the towels would be no use now, not when you are only going to get wetter."

You nod, smiling, chuckling with him automatically before his words sink in.

"Wetter?" You blink in confusion, glancing out the window at the passing lights as the taxi drives on, "Wait, I never told you where I wanted to go."

The man looks at you in the rear view mirror, dark eyes creasing with mischief.

"I'll tell you where I am going to, bebé. I am going to fuck you with my tongue until you've pulled out at least three clumps of my hair. Then I am going to fuck you into those back seats until your ass leaves a permanent imprint." The words were spoken casually, with a wave of his hand as if he was discussing any usual fare.

The taxi turned into a car park, slowly driving up a few floors before pulling into an empty corner. The lights were dim, flickering periodically, and if it weren't for the lights on in the taxi you likely wouldn't have been able to see much.

"W-What?" Your heart was almost thudding out of your chest, and as the man turned to look at you he only smirked in response, looking amused. His lack of an answer sends shivers down your spine, in both excitement and alarm.

As you're left processing the situation he's stepping out the front of the taxi and into the back, slamming the door behind him and sitting directly in front of you, legs spread and arms clasped atop his knees as he stares you down.

"So, cosa bonita, I think it's time we see just how wet you are, sí?" A leather clad finger gently taps your knee and slowly strokes up your thigh, all the while his eyes never leave yours, watching over your reactions with a dark intensity.

You don't stop him, exhilarated as you glance down to see his finger stop just at the top of your thigh making your breath catch in your throat. You gaze back up at him to see his eyes flicker to the top of your jeans before looking back at you, quirking his eyebrow expectantly.

Swallowing nervously, you take the hint, unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans, sliding the wet denim down slowly to your knees and yet by his expression it's not enough. You're forced to stand awkwardly, hunched over so you don't hit the roof and trying to fully lift your leg out your jeans when his gloved hands suddenly impact your ass with a loud smack.

"You weren't joking about being soaked through bebé, those panties will need to go too. Can't have you completely ruining my leather seats." He doesn't pay any mind as you gasp at your reddening rear, he only pats your thigh, encouraging you to strip for him.

Once again you do as he bids, biting your lip as you pull your underwear down past your knees. A deep groan leaves his throat as he brings a finger up to stroke over the skin of your thigh.

Without warning his hands grip at the soft flesh of your waist, pushing you back onto the seat as he kneels with one leg in front of you, nudging your thighs open with the other. Without hesitation's his head delves snugly between your thighs, kissing a line up and down your glistening folds.

"Dios mío, so fucking wet..." The man mumbles as he delves his tongue into your heat as deep as he can, his nose nudging at your clit while his gloved hands massage your thighs.

Your head slams back against the headrest of the seat as you arch into him. Flinging your legs over his shoulders, you knot your hands into his curls, knocking his cap off as you fight to bury his tongue further into you.

As you slowly start to grind against his face he splays his palm over your abdomen, his thumb reaching down to rub circles over your bundle of nerves. The stitching of the leather adds a hardness that has you keening with pleasure, griping his hair tighter. Just as he predicted.

He smirks into your skin, fucking you in deep strokes with his tongue, curling it into your walls as you pant harder and louder before he pulls back. The man licks his lips in satisfaction, a small string of slick coating his mustache and he tilts his head almost innocently as you whine at the emptiness you now felt.

"Aw, there there querido. Don't worry, I'm going to make you feel very, very good, all you have to do is lay down on those seats for me."

There was something about his voice, so calm yet commandeering, that had consistently doing anything he asked. With a breathless nod, you shift yourself and lay flat against the cold, now damp seats of the taxi, knees bent to fit.

"'Atta girl." He chuckles, patting your leg before he unzips his black trousers, pulling them and his boxers down in one practiced motion. His erection bounces up against his white shirt, leaving a tiny wet spot as a bead of precum slowly bubbled from the top. It was thick, a large vein curling up the underside and your lips parted in awe.

The man maneuvered himself between your legs, turning you on your side a bit to comfortably press himself against your as he shrugs off his leather jacket and chucks it onto the other seats. He keeps his gloves on, squeezing your thighs one more as he holds your leg up. His other hands strokes up and down his cock slowly, tapping it against your clit, drinking up your mewls and whines with a smug expression.

"Feel goods, huh? You ain't seen nothing yet." His words are all the warning you get before he slides into you all the way, bottoming out completely. He hisses as presses fully into you, squeezing your thigh enough to leave marks while his other hand pulls your shirt up to your chin, leaving your chest exposed. His hand leaves goosebumps in its wake as it smooths over your bare skin before he leans down and licks a wet strip from your belly button all the way up to your breasts.

"Please..." You whisper, begging as you push back against him, desperate for more friction, "Please, move, god I need more."

"So needy, maybe the neediest lady I've had yet." Before you can fully process the word's he pulls out until his tip is barely inside you, pausing for a moment to grin down at the look of anguish on your face before he thrusts back into you.

The man sets a brutal pace, pounding into you with enough force to rock the taxi. The inside is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin while you gasp and moan loudly, too caught up in the searing pleasure to restrain yourself.

His leather thumb flicks your clit cheekily, a sharp yelp leaving you breathless at the touch before he rubs circles over it. The man was clearly experienced, angling his thrusts experimentally until he hit the spot that had your head craning back against the car door and left you seeing stars. Once he found your sweet spot he made sure to hit it with precision each and every thrust, unrelenting as he matched his pace the thumb swirling over your bud.

"That's right bebé, keep taking my cock, so fucking good for me." He sneers down at you, huffing hard through his nose as he slams his hips into yours. Your hand finds the bar on the car door and you grip it until your knuckles turn white, the pleasure coiling in your stomach almost becomes too much to bare and you're surprised you haven't cum already.

He seems to sense how close you are and groans as your walls preemptively tighten around his cock, but he kept his pace, not even letting his thumb falter as he fucked you into oblivion. The taxi was creaking from how badly it was being rocked, to anyone outside it would've been obvious what was happening within, but the outside world was lost to both of you.

"Oh god, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come." You were babbling, eyes screwing shut as you arched against him, grinding yourself into his hardness.

"Do it, come on my cock, come for me." His sharp grunts were the last thing you heard before that coiling heat in your stomach bursts through the rest of your body, flooding ecstasy into your veins. Your nails rake down his shoulders as your body tenses, the walls of your pussy pulsing around the man's cock as he came.

The sudden feeling of his fingers bruising grip on your thigh was your only indication he'd come undone as well, the snapping of his hips stuttering as his thumb slowed its march around your clit.

You both lay there panting, trying to catch your breath as your limbs went weak, a very faint tingling present just underneath your skin.

After a moment the man pulls from you with a deep breath, his face neutral as he moves to grab a bottle of water from the car door.

"Not bad." He muses, taking a quick swig of popular, "I think you'll be popular, you make good noises. This'll get a fair number of views."

Slowly you sit up, wincing a little now you no longer have pleasure to dampen just how hard he had been plowing into you. The man throws a towel and pack of wipes at you, taking another drink.

"What do you mean? Views? Did you record this?" You ask each question in rapid succession, confused and concerned at the prospect of being filmed without consent. Letting a random taxi driver take you into a secluded parking garage for sex was a bad enough decision, having it plastered over the internet was a whole other game.

The look of confusion he turns to you with doesn't help.

"Uh, sí? How else would it be posted?" He looks you up and down for a moment, eyes narrowing as he tries to discern why you seem so bewildered.

"Posted? Posted where?!" At your words a flicker of understanding flashes over his face and the man turns fully to you, brow furrowed.

"To the porn site. This is the Fake Taxi. I pick up the actress from the designated spot, drive her, fuck her good, then it goes for editing and whatever before it is put online. You were standing at the designated spot." He speaks bluntly, watching you with narrowed eyes as you take in what he's saying, watching the realization dawn on you.

"Oh." You thought you'd gotten lucky when the sleek cab pulled up next to you, assumed he had saw you waving just before giving up. Neither was true, you'd been mistaken for a porn star.

"You are not the actress." The man states, not even a question at this point. It was obvious he'd picked up and fucked the wrong girl, and you find yourself curling up under the towel in embarrassment.

"No. I'm not."

He stares at you, face completely stony. Even as he takes another drink of water his dark eyes never leave yours. His expression shows nothing, giving no indication of whats going through his mind and the silence, the tension, has your heart beating a little faster as you wonder whether you were in trouble.

A gloved hand is held out in front of you as the mans signature knowing smirk curls its way back onto his face.

"I'm Jake Lockley. We make a good team."

#jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #moon knight #omiwrites #i realised this was my first time ever writing sex #holy shit #weird i havent done it before #anyway #if its shit lmk i appreciate honest criticism

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kayvsworld · 11 months

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thank u for the drawing suggestion @ayapandagirl..... mr knight sir we are thinking abt u <3

#edit: i had a screenshot of the suggestion but tumblr fucking obliterated it with resizing holy shit #trying to decide if i should rewatch the show bc i STILL dont know if i liked it #marc is my bestie tho. love that dude. i too am having problems at all times constantly :)#i think what tripped me up was that i read a couple comics to prep myself and then they were like ''meet steven'' and i was like. no #im in the no-taste minority that does in fact think most character intros to the mcu should b origin stories pls keep me in ur thoughts </3 #mine #moon knight #marvel art #etc

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bammtoris · 2 years

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Jake lockley drawing tutorial

#moon knight #me: make him a peepaw #jake lockley #my art #shit post #bammtori draws

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cheapbourbon · 8 months

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Hunters Knight : alabado sea

#Jake Lockley #Moon Knight #Khonshu #hunters knight #bird dad #talk about doing these out of order 🤣☠️#this one would be number one. start here #here is how Jake is able to be Jake and Moon Knight and off in Luxor with Badr without Steven and Marc barking up his ass 🤣#Bird dad saves Jake from a fait worse then death #to die alone and unknown and unloved. 🥺#unpopular opinion but Marc and Steven will forever be on my shit list for leaving him in the sarcophagus.#poor baby I just want to hug and love him #at least he has a chance at a happy life now #serving his god and doing good and dating a sexy doctor 😌👌🏻

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cowboyabunga · 10 months

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

#DONT click for quality bc quality's shit <3 #also one day i might get his fucking. crescent symbol nice looking. one day #moon knight #moon knight fanart #moon knight comics #marc spector #jake lockely #steven grant #moon knight my beloved #my.art #my.txt

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hesawifebeaterdanusethegun · 2 years

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GIF set #7 Moon Knight Episode 3! Enjoy, Cheers!

Love, Dan

#Reanimating Moon Knight #Dan watches Moon Knight #Oscar Isaac #Steven Grant #Marc Spector #Moon Knight #On my Moon Knight shit #Steven Grant my beloved #Mr Knight

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mccn-bcys · 2 years

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one thing that's so funny to me is that in a lot of fics, steven is shown as super shy and easily flustered and shutting down when he feels trapped or cornered or threatened, and im not saying that's wrong bc there is some truth in it. but I was rewatching moon knight for the millionth time and I started noticing that Steven isn't shy, in fact he hasn't ever shyed away from a conversation (i mean he even spoke to that lady on the bus after looking over her shoulder at the paper in ep 1). even when dylan approached him, he never got flustered per se, he started simple conversation, and was flattered when he thought she was asking him out, he didn't even stutter much. sure he trips over his words a lot, esp when he gets passionate/worried/scared like in the storage locker with marc. he admitted to being scared and he was still a sassy little shit. sure, he stuttered but he was sassy as hell.

the point is, we haven't really even see steven shut down much, except when he was absolutely terrified (running from khonshu, running from jackals). and even then I don't think he shuts down, he just resorts to basic survival — run and run fast.

my main point is: steven is a sassy little shit all the time. to donna, to khonshu, to marc, even to harrow. in the museum with harrow he was cornered and he still had the audacity to be sass. and I don't think we see it enough in fics. I adore steven with my whole heart and I know he'd be such a huge simp for his significant other and he'd be the softest person ever. but I also want him to like, if he's angry or frustrated or just had a long day or even just to be funny, let me see the sass.

anyways, I just think sassy steven is fucking funny and I did a little bit of character study (from my own understanding of steven grant) and I just love that little british man with whole heart and thought I'd share my findings :)

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barbara-gordons · 2 years

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Moon Knight, Episode 2: Summon the Suit

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First Kiss

Warnings: none, fluff, slight angst for Steven

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Steven

From the start of his day, Steven was in a terrible mood

First he woke up really late and wasn’t able to eat breakfast or get coffee so he was extra grumpy and tired

Then Donna yelled at him for being late and made him stay late after work to take inventory

Then at lunch he dropped his sandwich and had to wait in a really long line to get another sandwich but by the time he got it, lunch was over

Then an elementary school class toured around the museum and was so so loud, making his head pulse and ache

Then he had to wait in the rain for his bus and he was squished beyond belief between a really smelly guy and a mom holding a crying baby

And then he finally got home and plopped on his bed only for his phone to remind him that he had a date with you

Immediately, his headache faded and his tiredness morphed into excitement

His missed lunch and overtime would be all worth it when he sees your face

But just as he walked out of his flat, he got a text from you saying you would be late

That’s fine, he’ll just go now and order some drinks while he waits

But then 30 minutes later you texted and said you would be longer than planned

That’s ok, he’ll just get some appetizers

And a refill

And some more appetizers

Maybe he should just order your food now and nibble at it until you show up

Maybe he should just eat

Maybe he should go home...

He tried texting you for the past 2 hours, but you weren’t answering

Maybe something important came up

Maybe your boss is being a dick and keeping you late

Maybe... Maybe you didn’t want to come

Maybe this was your way of breaking it to him that you didn’t want to be with him anymore

Feeling completely dejected and rejected, Steven payed the bill and left, ignoring the pitiful stares of the wait staff and customers

He tried texting you one more time before starting the long, depressing walk home

He didn’t want to take the bus again in case he saw you riding home or to another date with someone else

And he’s so glad he did

Just as he was about to round the corner to the street his apartment was on, he heard his name being shouted

He turned to find you sprinting down the road looking completely wreaked

Your clothes were all over the place and you looked absolutely exhausted

Before he even got a chance to acknowledge you, you start ranting on about how sorry you were

You had a very important presentation to give at work and you had to work on it all last night because your entire file was corrupted then you spilled your bosses coffee on your shirt so you had to go home, change, and apologize to all of your coworkers for being late because your boss just loved seeing you embarrassed, you swear he’s got something against you and then you were held up at work because apparently your boss was embezzling funds from the company and you had to be questioned by police and you swear you would’ve texted Steven if the police hadn’t confiscated your phone cause they thought you were a part of your bosses scheme and when you finally got your phone back, it was dead so you had to run all the way here cause he wasn’t at the restaurant and you really really like Steven, he’s the best guy you’ve ever dated and you really think you love him and-

Now, let me get this straight, Steven would never, ever, stop you from rambling about anything

He loves watching you talk about something your passionate about whether it be positive passion or negative

But in that moment, he couldn’t help himself from kissing you right then in there

It was a little awkward and messy, but neither of you would trade that kiss for any other passionate and sweet ones you would share down the road

It took some time for either of you to pull away, but when you did, Steven looked at you like you were everything, like you were the original and only print of an Ancient Egyptian history book that holds any piece of knowledge he could want

It made you weak in the knees

Steven accepted your apology and asked if you wanted to go back to his flat for coffee and a movie

You two spent the rest of the night snuggling and stealing kisses, muttering cheesy words of love between giggles

Marc

Finally, it was the end of your shift and you were walking out of your work place

It wasn’t a bad day, per say, but you were extremely happy to get off of work and see your boyfriends

At this point in your relationship, you knew all about Steven and Jake and could almost perfectly tell who was fronting by the way their eyes look

Which the boys would never admit, both freaked them out and made them feel so loved that you payed so much attention

So when you walked down the steps of your work building and greeting Marc without hesitation, he felt a particularly warmth glow in his chest

“Hey, babe, how was-”

Poor Marc didn’t see it coming

You wrapped your arms around Marc’s neck and kissed him, cutting off his sentence

Woah

He hummed in surprise and froze like a deer in headlights

No thoughts, head empty

Besides his internal screaming with Steven cheering for him and Jake grumbling in Spanish

Even after you pulled away and asked if he was alright, Marc didn’t budge

Or blink

Finally, after practically screaming his name, Marc looks at you with complete love and awe with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen

He grabs your face and kisses you, pouring every ounce of love and passion he can

A few people whistled and cheered making the two of you part, Marc blushing a bright red, but smiling all the same

He took you home, holding your hand the entire drive and kissing it occasionally

He was so happy, nothing could’ve ruined his mood

Not even Khonshu

Jake

If Jake was the last one you kissed, he would absolutely be salty until you kissed him

If he’s the first, be prepared to hear Steven and Marc yelling at him at random times because he won’t stop bragging

Your first kiss with Jake wasn’t as sweet and romantic Jake hoped it would be

He would’ve loved to plan everything out and wait until the perfect moment to sweep you off your feet and completely daze you with his kiss, but that didn’t happen

Though if you ask him, he’d trade a thousand romantic kisses for this moment

Jake was standing by his car waiting for you

You needed a ride from a work function and Jake had rose to the occasion like the knight and shinning armor he is

He was twirling his phone in his hand when he looked up to find you turning the corner

He smiled, but it quickly faded as he noticed you walking particularly fast and looking behind you nervously

“Carino-”

“Someone’s following me and I need you to play along.”

“What?”

Oh they’re in for a world of hurt

How dare someone try to hurt you

Jake’s fully aware that you can take care of yourself, but he was ready to push you behind him and absolutely rock this creeps shit

You had other plans

Instead of causing a scene and possibly getting arrested, you grabbed the collar of Jake’s coat and pulled him forward, smashing his lips onto yours

Oh be still his beating heart

Seriously, be still, he doesn’t want you thinking he’s got a soft spot for you

He was definitely shocked at first, but he quickly kissed back, holding the back of your neck and hip

Jake snuck a peak behind you to find a guy stopping and quickly turning around

He’ll have to visit him soon

You and Jake stood there for a bit longer before you pulled away and hugged him

“Is he gone?”

“I don’t know, maybe you should kiss me again just in case.”

You chuckled and pushed Jake away from the car so you could get in the passenger seat

Jake stood there for a minute, completely ecstatic

He drove the two of you home shortly after walking behind the car and pumping his fist in excitement

He kept a hand on your leg the entire drive, a large dazzling smile never leaving his face

And when you got home, he didn’t leave your side

Or face

#starlight writing #jake is a smug little shit #jake would totally brag #marc is precious #steven my beloved #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #moon knight #marvel #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader

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