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campingwiththecharmings · 2 months

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Honeyboo, I know you said you don't do HC's and stuff, but can you imagine Driver!Jake as he is driving RichGirl!Reader around on a shopping day and he has to carry all of her bags after her as she is going from store to store cause her daddy said so 💀

(it's not that i don't do them, per se, i just don't think about them until someone asks me lol 😆)

ooo i can see this taking place both before they're together and after. 👀

if it's before, jake would probably be kind of annoyed (and perhaps even a little insulted) to be reduced to a literal bag boy--though, he can't lie, the bonus her daddy gave him is more than generous enough for him to swallow his pride for one afternoon. she's polite enough to him initially, thanking him for holding doors for her and apologizing to him when she just wants to try on just a few more dresses.

but then she meets up with some friends.

he can see them from where he stands at the front of the store, his arms laden with shopping bags. she and her friends are looking at him, not at all trying to hide that fact as they're whispering and giggling about him like school girls. jake is torn between being annoyed and amused (but mostly he just wishes he could have a cigarette). her friends spend the rest of the day shamelessly flirting with him (one even tries to get his phone number) and he thinks he must've imagined the spark of jealousy in your eyes.

if they're already together? well...she'd obviously spend the day torturing him. instead of making him wait at the front for her, she tells him she needs him in the dressing rooms. she makes him sit in the waiting area and models every single outfit for him. there's one particular dress, one with a slit that goes up your thigh that leaves little to the imagination, that he almost begs you to buy, if only so he can peel it off of you at some point in the near future.

the smirk on her face as she buys it tells him how obvious his desire was.

he's about to take her home (maybe practice getting her out of that dress) when she asks him to make just one more stop. he does as asked, of course, and he drives to the store. he doesn't think anything of it until he walks in with her and sees it....all the lingerie.

he practically swallows his tongue when she asks him to accompany her to the dressing rooms.

it's the end of the day and the store is (blessedly) empty so they have the dressing room to themselves. just as jake is giving himself a pep talk, telling himself he can do this, that he can control himself, that he will not fuck her in the middle of this high-end boutique, she walks out of the dressing room in the most beautiful set of lace and silk scraps he's ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.

he wants to rip them off her with his teeth.

in the end, he does end up fucking her in the middle of this high-end boutique, his hand over her mouth muffling her cries of pleasure as he pounds into her over and over.

as she comes around him, her pleasure dragging him over the edge too, jake has the thought that maybe being a bag boy isn't actually as bad as he'd thought it'd be. 😇🤭

#see what i mean lol #i just need a prompt 😆#hehe thanks for sending this in bb🥰❤️#what a fun rabbit hole to go down #dolli tag #my fic #i guess #jake lockley x reader #sorry if this switches in tenses at any point #my brain kept putting 'you' instead of 'her' lol

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flaccid-rats · 2 years

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Jake Lockley would absolutely be the type of person who pretends that he doesn’t speak English when he doesn’t want to talk to somebody

This causes many headaches for Marc and Steven

#man sees someone he doesn’t like and immeaditly switches to speaking Spanish and Spanish only #jake lockley #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #moon knight headcanon #I have moon knight feelings #and you will deal with them

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age-of-moonknight · 1 year

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“The Mask of Doctor Doom,” Black Cat & Mary Jane (Vol. 1/2022), #1.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Michael Dowling; Colorist: Brian Reber; Letterer: Ariana Maher

#Marvel #Marvel comics #Marvel 616 #Black Cat & Mary Jane #Moon Knight comics #Moon Knight #Jake Lockley #Black Cat #Felicia Hardy #Mary Jane Watson #The Thing #Ben Grimm #Puck #Eugene Judd #Latest release #Happy Chanukah and everyone say thank you Mr. MacKay for the Jake Lockley crumbs akshsj #Love the concept of Jake and Ben regularly having poker games #in other news can’t believe that after all the bait and switching of the Brand New Day era of Spider-Man comics #they’re actually giving Mary Jane powers related to hitting the Jackpot alshdsj

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luddycris · 2 years

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Smoochies!

#I got tired of digital #so I switched back to pencil doodles #luddycris #luddy doodles #fanart #moon knight fanart #marvel moon knight #moon knight #moon knight marvel #moon knight mcu #marc spector #marcsteven #marc x steven #steven grant #steven x jake #stevenjake #jake lockley #marvel #moon knight altershipping

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ladywynne · 1 year

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Noche Buena

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Summary: Christmas Eve then and now. Jake may hide from the boys, but he has family too.

Notes: Set after the series but before Jake reveals himself to Marc and Steven. Inaccurate canon-typical DID. Depictions/mentions of several cultures with respectful intentions. I apologize for any inaccuracy.

Jake shoved his gloved hands deeper into his pockets. Leather did a good job of blocking the wind, but it was still damn cold. Of course, it would be. It was 2 a.m. In New York City. In December. At least the job was done, and he could go back to the hotel. Turn the body over to one of his hermanos and rest. He briefly looked inward, checking on them. Both were out like a light. Good. Soon he would be too.

He wasn’t exactly sure why Marc and Steven thought they were in New York. Maybe to show Steven the city. It didn’t really matter. They were here because Khonshu wanted them here, or at least wanted Jake here. Business as usual.

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Jake took a back seat for the next few days, keeping tabs just enough to see the Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center through Steven’s eyes, to catch Marc watching families skating with their kids with what was almost longing. Felt Marc ruthlessly cut that feeling off and retreat. All was as it usually was, and Jake was prepared to stay hidden until they were safely back in London. He loved New York, but there was no need to call further attention to himself.

Except Jake didn’t stay hidden. He found himself in the body unexpectedly on another dark night. It wasn’t a jarring switch, and Jake came to awareness slowly. He was on the street once more. It was cold but peaceful, with snowflakes drifting through the fluorescence of the nearest streetlight. He checked for trouble but found none. Then a sweet sound drifted to him. Music. A beautiful carol in Spanish, sung by many voices, and slightly muffled by the walls of a building. Jake's head turned of its own accord. He was in front of a small church, windows glowing in warm welcome, and he realized it was Christmas Eve. This was probably the first time Jake had been drawn forward for his own sake, not as a protector but as a person, and now he knew why. Abuelita. The music recalled Abuela as clearly as if she were standing beside him in her crocheted scarf.

He and Wendy spent winter breaks at Abuela’s house in Brooklyn. It was Jake’s time. Marc wasn’t very interested in Abuela’s stories, and he needed the safety of those days to recover from his life at home. Marc remembered almost nothing from those visits now. And Steven spent his time in the body with Wendy, soaking in the rare peace with her and reinforcing his sense of a loving mum, as he was meant to in his role as emotional protector. Wendy spent most of the visits in her room though, drinking and avoiding her own mother. That left a lot of time for Jake and Abuela.

It was the only time in his life that Jake had the body for more than a few hours so he soaked in every ounce of warmth, every second of simply living, able to learn and exist unafraid. No danger threatening his hermanitos. He even got to play with the neighborhood kids. No need to worry about posing as Marc or seeing confusion, discomfort, or aversion on the other kids’ faces. Instead, he reveled in running around Brooklyn, chasing, climbing. The rough accents of the shopkeepers and other kids were music to his ears.

At home Abuela spoke only Spanish to her niño querido. Jake loved how it sounded, quick and melodic, in his grandmother’s soft voice. Hearing it made him feel like they shared something special. Wendy never spoke Spanish anymore, not even to Abuela.

Wendy had converted to Judaism upon marrying Elias, and Jake loved and identified with that. It was Abuela who celebrated Christmas. On Noche Buena Abuela’s house glowed with multicolored lights and candles. There were poinsettias and cozy blankets and candies in bowls. There was a little nativity that Abuela carried all the way from Guatemala and surrounded with Spanish moss. For dinner Abuela made tamales and ponche and let Jake help. His very favorite part of the night was the Christmas hug. At midnight Abuela wrapped him in her arms and held him tight, swaying and smiling.

Standing on the street, listening to church music he hadn't heard in nearly thirty years, nostalgia grew bittersweet in Jake's chest. Suddenly he didn’t want to be alone anymore, and he came closer than ever to breaking the wall separating him from Marc and Steven. But he stopped just short, fists clenching. He was a tool, Khonshu’s blunt instrument, existing in crises and stolen moments. Marc and Steven didn’t know him. His brothers would bring him no peace tonight, nor he to them. And though he would never admit it, not even to himself, peace was what he desperately wanted. Peace and warmth, connection and softness. A chance to relax his vigilance. Just for tonight. So instead of revealing himself, and instead of entering the church, Jake found his feet moving toward the only other family he still had.

Gena’s diner was brightly lit despite the late hour. Jake knew she kept it open on Christmas Eve to provide warmth and welcome for anyone a bit lonely on the holiday. He hadn’t seen Gena in years, and he couldn’t help a tiny bit of nerves as the bell over the door tinkled merrily. He barely had time to run a hand through his snow-damp curls before Gena came around the counter, her apron fluttering over her jeans. “Oh my lord, Jake! It’s good to see you.”

"Heya Gena," the corner of his mouth turned up.

Gena's own smile was wide and bright. She looked good, he thought, the years apart were only observable in faint smile lines. They suited her. She took him in at a glance and wasted no time. She towed him by the arm and sat him at the counter, and just like that it was as if he’d never been away. Gena didn’t ask questions. It was one of the many things he loved about her. She poured him a coffee, remembering the way he took it, “You look half frozen. Here. Drink up.”

“Good to see ya too, Gena. How’re the boys?” He felt his New York accent slip out and broaden and he let it. This was home.

“Grown,” she shrugged, “and full of themselves. They’ll be by tomorrow for presents and dinner.” She leaned on the counter as she answered, still obviously happy, but giving him an appraising look. “Hungry?”

She turned without waiting for a reply, ordering him hash and eggs. Then she bustled around helping the few other customers while he ate it. He took his time, chewed slowly, and listened to “Baby It’s Cold Outside,” “O Holy Night,” and “Mele Kalikimaka” through the speakers of Gena’s ancient jukebox. He watched her speak easily to everyone, making them feel at home. Watched her serve soup to a man who clearly couldn’t pay. Enjoyed the twinkling white lights on the tiny countertop Christmas tree. He’d missed this, missed her, missed the States and New York at Christmas.

Finally, the last customer left and Gena turned the lock behind them, switching off the main lights as she came back toward him. “Where are you spending Christmas Jake?” Again, she didn’t wait for him to answer. “Want to keep me company?” He simply nodded and watched as Gena packed up slices of pumpkin pie. Then he held her coat as she slipped inside it, and they left.

Gena looped her arm through his as they walked through the quiet city. Jake held the box of pie and enjoyed the warmth of her pressed close. He hadn’t experienced a friendly touch since he had seen her last. She chatted as they went, not needing much from him, and laughed when snowflakes caught in her lashes before blinking them away.

That night Jake ate pie with whipped cream at Gena’s tiny kitchen table. He felt himself relax one muscle at a time. He felt himself smile and even made a joke. After everything was put away, they sat on her comfortable worn sofa in the dim glow of multicolored Christmas lights. They watched It’s a Wonderful Life play quietly on her small screen. As they sat together Gena’s head came to rest warm and heavy on his shoulder, and for once Jake felt real. Like, here with her, on Noche Buena, he could simply be.

#moon knight #jake lockley #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight fanfic #christmas eve #noche buena #marc spector #steven grant #code switching #Jake is real but sometimes he doesn't think so #gena landers #Jake loves the women in his life #Jake loves his brothers

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yellowocaballero · 1 year

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“Cool,” Marc said. “So… who are you?”

The woman stared at Marc. Marc stared at the woman. It occurred to Marc a little too late that this woman might, hypothetically, be important to Jake. And, vice versa, Jake might be important to this woman. His words may have been callous. But probably not that callous. She couldn’t be that important. It was Jake . Man had to read the WikiHow article on having a conversation.

Finally, with the air of someone who had finally mastered new heights of emotional restraint, the woman said, “I’m your wife.”

Marc choked on his cookie.

In which the worst possible thing happens to Marc: a woman lives in his house.

#my writing #mk #moon knight #moon knight fanfic #marc spector #steven grant #layla el-faouly #frenchie duchamp #jake lockley #this one's pretty big so enjoy #its actually kind of amazing how i needed to like #switch the genders around in my head #to be able to accurately portray this #cool thing about writing mk is that it makes me confront my own biases sometimes

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purpleshallot · 2 years

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#i was considering switching marc and jake #but jake is lurking in the shadows and marc is protecting steve #*steven #moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #💭 thinking thoughts

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paragonrising · 1 year

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@normaltothemax continued from x. ( jake lockley )

She jumped down and landed next to Jake, glancing at him when he asked her opinion. When Carol’s gaze fell to the mass in the centre of the crater, she grimaced. It looked disgusting, veins converging and forming a fleshy, swollen… orifice. She cringed, she was not one to back away from a challenge but well, this was just gross.

Carol leaned over the edge, peering down into the darkness. A horrid cold radiated out of the pit.

“Only one way to find out,” she said, energy enveloping her as she leapt into the hole.

She was falling for a solid few seconds before her feet hit moist, meaty ground. Carol’s glow illuminated a cavern of strange rock, marred by those pulsing veins that weaved their way through the walls. That sound she’d barely made out above, it was louder here, but not by much.

“Well, this sucks,” she murmured, noting the numerous tunnels that spawn off this central chamber.

As Jake landed down next to her, her glow dimmed until just her fist radiated light. That chill they’d felt above was heavier down here, Carol could see her breath now. She frowned as she approached the cave wall, touching the stone.

“This substance isn’t found on Earth,” she stated, as she looked down at her wrist console. “It’s not in my database, either.”

She broke off a shard and tossed the piece to Jake.

“You ever seen anything like it?”

#// beta editor switch over o:#// carol is not impressed with this adventure XD #// gross cave is gross #✯ // jake lockley | normaltothemax

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kasplonk · 2 years

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Okay so I want to start this by saying that I'm a massive fan of Oscar Issac (obviously, have you seen my blog recently), and his acting is fucking incredible. If he doesn't get some awards, I'll be mad, however that being said, I don't think the music in the show gets enough credit. Like, one of the reasons we can tell the difference between Marc and Steven is obviously the accent, but also the difference in musical score. My point here is that the show has so many elements that work together seamlessly to portray DID and emphasise Isaac's performance, but I would argue that the music is one of the biggest contributers to it (besides Oscar Isaac himself), and yet is so underrated and unrecognised

#also it just fuckin slaps #I know I'm late to this #but this post has been in my drafts since episode 4 #but yeah the music isn't talked about enough #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #moon knight series #moon knight disney+#layla el faouly #btw the example that comes to mund is the switch between Marc and Steven with the star map #not only was Issac's acting incredible #but you can actually hear Steven fronting in the score #i just think it's really interesting #but maybe that's the old music student in me

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the-astral-clump · 2 years

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conflicted on moon knight mostly bc of jake but otherwise it was a treat to watch w the rest of the system. also i’m officially a steven grant kinnie <3 -💫

#moon knight #moon knight mcu #system #ahhhh #i don’t wanna get into discourse abt it #the show was good #and relatable even tho we don’t have possession switches #conflicted on jake bc we have so little characterization of him yet #if/when the series continues i hope he’s more of a protector than an ’evil’ alter bc then ew #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant kinnie

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juhbebbie · 1 year

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I swear the only thing that makes me click away from a fic faster than evil jake lockley is when the author decides to let us know he speaks Spanish by throwing in one (1) word in Spanish in the middle of an English sentence, and not because he forgot the word in English but just because how else would we POSSIBLY be able to know he was a Spanish speaker, and its the most awkward and forced thing ever

#i dont even mind the mistranslatons either because im not fully fluent in spanish and like i get it youre just writing a fic lol #but it just catches me so off guard because bilingual people dont speak like that?#and if you wanna tell us the character speaks multiple languages there are a million better more creative and more natural ways of doing it #its literally that one voltron post where that one bilingual character is like #'¿que pasa? oh sorry its hard to switch back sometimes. whats up?' LIKE THAT ISNT HOW IT WORKS?#any way genuinely no hate to anyone who does this because what the fuck do i know lol #i would love to see more people talking about this though #moon knight #marvel #moon knight show #jake lockley

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otherworldsys · 1 year

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Drabble - Prompt: Blind

Prompt: Blind - Length: 500 words

Attending that Halloween party was Steven’s worst idea in a while. Marc didn’t know what kinds of connections he wanted with those snobs. One of his worst exes was there, too.

He’d dressed as a pirate, with an eyepatch over their right eye. Marc had tried taking it off several times, until Steven had done something to it that made him worry if they could ever take it off again.

At least Layla had been there before. Now Marc was alone, tipsy, wishing he was drunk, and wondering where the hell Steven had gone. This was his mess to deal with.

His ex’ grip on his shoulder made his skin crawl. “Your ridiculous British accent didn’t fool me.”

“Sorry? Who are you? I’d rather not be touched, thanks.” the accent was Steven’s, but he swatted her hand off in a way Steven wouldn’t. Marc wouldn’t either, it surprised them both.

“Really, Marc?” she invaded his personal space. His hand shook, accidentally splashing wine on her white dress. She froze, and he took his cue to flee.

Of course, Steven wasn’t there because Marc was hyperalert. He rushed outside in a panic.

Jake gasped and walked into a plant pot, cursing and struggling against the branches as he tried to shove them away.

“Marc... Marc!” someone pulled him, he panicked. He couldn’t see anything. “It’s okay! That’s just a plant!”

“Layla?” he reached out to touch her face, her hair, and relaxed as he recognized her.

“Yes.” she hesitated. “You’re not Marc.”

Jake swallowed. “No. I can’t see anything.” There was something over his right eye. He tried to pull it out, and winced when it tugged his hair.

“Don’t!” she took his hand. “Steven put a hundred pins on that, it’s going to tear all your hair out.”

“What, why?” he gasped.

“You’re having a panic attack. Just breathe with me.” Layla cupped his face and touched their foreheads together.

Jake closed his eyes and breathed with her, gradually calming down and relaxing into her touch. He heaved a sigh when she backed away and rubbed his shoulders.

“Better now? Can you see me now?” she asked softly.

“I can’t see out of my left eye.” he was much calmer.

She was surprised. “What? Marc and Steven...”

“They can, I can’t. It’s fine. I’ll just...” he reached up, but she caught his hand.

“Don’t. Last time Marc tried, he only gave himself a headache.” she warned. “Let me.”

Jake groaned. “Fine.”

“Come here.” she held him by his arms and carefully pulled him forward. He followed her, and sat down when she asked him to.

She removed his hat and painstakingly pulled the pins from his hair. The more they came out, the more baffled Jake was. She hadn’t been exaggerating. “Why the hell did Steven do that? Was he having a mental breakdown?”

Layla laughed. “He was just very annoyed with Marc.” she hummed. “Are you going to tell me your name?”

“It’s Jake.” he said hesitantly.

“Alright, Jake. I’ll have this out in a moment.” she gently squeezed his shoulder. He hummed and closed his eyes, at least he enjoyed the process.

#drabble #moon knight #jake lockley #marc spector #layla el faouly #steven is mentioned #mk system x layla el faouly #somatic vision issues #abusive ex there for a sec #steven is done with marc #marc is done with everyone else #trauma trigger switching

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minispidey · 8 months

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CAB SWITCH.

Jake Lockley x f!reader.

Steven Grant x f!reader.

Summary: Jake's in between your legs in his cab when Steven accidentally fronts.

Warning: smut, oral f!receiving, dub-con (??), cab seggs.

A/N: I've never written the moon boys all together being mentioned (its just steven and jake mentioned here now) if I wrote anything wrong lmk! Thank you!

Words: 858 NOT BETA READ.

Shout out to bestie @ominoose for brainstorming a lot with me 💅💅 and sharing ideas. ily bubs.

MDNI.

"Jake..." you whined, tugging on his coat "Need you so bad, please."

A predatory smirk curls on Jake's lips as your words hit him like a jolt of electricity "Is that so, amor?" he murmurs, his voice laced with desire "So impatient."

After pulling up on an empty dead end, he gets out of his cab. He opens your side and pulled back your seat, making a large space on the ground of the cab "You'll always get what you want."

Without another word, Jake reaches over to unbuckle your seatbelt, his movements swift and confident. He then leans in, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue darting out to seek entrance. You feel his leather glove on top of your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles.

He then slid his hand higher on your thigh, his gloved fingers teasingly grazing your inner thigh. He leans in again, his lips trailing hot kisses along your jawline, his breath warm against your skin.

You bit your lip as he enters the cab, shutting the door and sitting on the ground, your legs spread wide in front of him. His eyes locked with yours, his gaze filled with a mix of hunger and intensity. Without hesitation, he pulls your panties down and he dove in, his tongue expertly exploring every inch of your sensitive flesh "F-Fuck, Jake...!" you moaned as you threw your head back.

As he continues to pleasure you, his hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he devours you with a voracious hunger. The sensations overwhelm you, causing your body to arch and your breath to hitch in ecstasy. The sounds of your moans and gasps fill the car.

He uses his fingers to heighten your pleasure, skillfully exploring every sensitive spot. The combination of his skilled tongue and relentless fingers pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

Jake pulls away, his lips glistening with your essence. He leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss "So fucking sweet, cariño..."

He continues to suck and lick your clit, his movements becoming more relentless and focused. He revels in the taste of your arousal, the way your body trembles under his touch "Jake... oh, shit..." you let out strings of curses, gripping the leather seat "F-Fuck..."

You snap your legs around his face, overwhelmed with pleasure, trapping him in between your thighs.

You didn't see him roll his eyes, and little did you know, Steven suddenly fronted, finding himself in an intimate position between your legs. Confusion crossed his features when he was met by the sight of your glistening pussy. His breath hitched, feeling your plush thighs around his head.

So many thoughts ran in his head. He could hear Jake scolding him, but it was muffled to Steven as he listened to your whimpers.

His eyes were filled with hesitation and determination as he leaned in. Steven used his teeth and pulled off the wet leather gloves, tossing them aside. He gathered your wetness with his bare fingers before dipping inside your warm cavern "Fuck, Jake...."

Right. She thought he was Jake.

His inexperience was evident, but his willingness to please you was undeniable. He may not have possessed the same confidence as Jake, but Steven was determined to make this moment pleasurable for you in his own gentle and caring way, his tongue flicking and swirling against your sensitive clit.

Driven by a newfound confidence and a desire to please you, Steven intensified his actions. He sucked and lapped at your swollen bud, his lips creating a delicious suction that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His fingers joined in the dance, sliding along your slick folds, teasing and exploring the depths of your desire.

"Jake... holy shit, Jake!" the car started to get stuffy, the windows fogging up a bit. Steven pumped his fingers in and out of you faster, curling at your sweet spot. He reveled in the way your body responded to his touch, the way your hips bucked and your moans grew louder.

As your moans reached a crescendo, Steven knew you were close. With one final surge of intensity, he redoubled his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to push you over the edge. And when your climax finally crashed over you, he reveled in the sight and sound of your release, knowing that he had played a part in your pleasure.

"Did that feel good, love?"

His shy British accent surprised you, making your head snap up "Oh... uh... it did. Thank you, Jake."

"Yeah, just a sec, love..." Steven rubs his temples, his fingers still covered in your release. He could hear Jake's scoldings get louder.

His eyes roll back again, Jake was back. He couldn't help but feel cockblocked by none other than sweet innocent Steven. But he didn't want to weird you out any further.

"Let's get back to your place. You still got condoms?"

You tilt your head to the side, hearing his Spanish accent was back "Yeah."

Jake's gonna tell you about Marc and Steven eventually. Just not tonight.

#moon knight #steven grant #steven grant smut #moon knight smut #jake lockley #jake lockley smut

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runa-falls · 4 months

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my ex’s tapes

summary: you and basil broke up, and now, you're seeing some other guy. but basil just can't get over you. and you know it.

pairing: ex!basil stitt x reader, fwb!jake lockley x reader

rating: explicit (18+)

cw: dub-con, smut, creep!basil, voyeurism, stalking tendencies, piv sex, virtual!cucking, m!masturbation, no aftercare, angst

wc: 1.5k

a/n: this fic was originally for someone else, but basil just fit the vibes so much more!! and yeah, the poll ran for less than 10 hours BUT 🤷🏻‍♀️ im impatient. y'all know me, i can't hold on to a finished draft for more than a day -- so this is this, take it or leave it.

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He sighs as he opens up his laptop.

It’s depressing, he’s depressing -- disgusting.

A hot veil of shame washes over him as the monitoring app automatically opens for him as he logs in. A reminder of his dirty habits. And yet, for some reason, it makes it that much hotter.

The screen brightens as the program displays the soft pinkness of your bedroom. A small smile quirks at his lips as he spots you laying prettily in your mini nightgown, sprawled out on your bed, as you idly text someone on your phone.

A quick ping makes Basil switch programs and scan over your conversation.

Jake: be there in 5

You: ok! text me when you arrive :)

It’s like clockwork.

Every Friday he comes over, fucks you into the mattress then leaves before he can fall asleep next to you.

What a piece of shit, leaving someone like you alone at night.

You deserve better. You deserve someone like him. Someone that will cuddle you to sleep and wake you up with a cup of coffee, or kiss every inch of your body while telling you how perfect you are.

And for a moment you did have him–but then your friends went and fucked everything up.

Despite all the shit he did for you, you weren’t satisfied, or rather, your friends weren’t satisfied. Apparently, his idea of protection and security was overbearing and controlling. And he was being clingy because he wanted to spend time with you. They’ve been filling your mind with bullshit ever since you introduced him to them.

Basil easily concluded that you were pressured into breaking up with him. That you aren’t really done with him–you’re just waiting for the right time to get back together. That’s his excuse as to why his cameras and safety initiatives are still in place. Because you’re still his.

A feminine giggle pulls Basil from his thoughts and back to what he was doing. He alt-tabs back to the security cameras, eyes immediately darkening at the image of you clinging onto Jake’s shoulders as he effortlessly carries you into the room.

An ugly weight pulls at his stomach when he sees you happily draped around another man. That should be him coming home to you, carrying you to your bedroom to show you his love.

You’re plopped onto your bed with a squeak, bouncing slightly before pushing yourself up to eagerly crawl over to your hook-up. As you straddle yourself over Jake, he immediately starts to work his mouth over your topless chest.

Basil’s hand brushes over his twitching bulge as your back arches prettily to push yourself further against Jake's lips. Encouraging gasps and sighs fill the room as he nips at your sensitive buds. Your breath quickens as a hand drags up your body to fist at your throat. He sucks harshly at your skin, leaving a pattern of faint bruises and teeth marks along your soft skin.

Your nearly naked figure moves lithely over his clothed body, already getting off on anything you can get your hands on. Basil watches hungrily as your hips roll fluidly over Jake’s lap, cunt barely covered by a flimsy pair of underwear. He pushes against his erection when he sees your blissed-out expression, imagining it’s him that’s making you this desperate.

With a quick motion, Jake pushes you away to unbutton his pants, making sure to only push them down enough to free himself. You suck on your lip as you watch a bead of precum roll over the silken skin of his cock. You wish you could have a taste but that’s not how Jake likes it.

Jake tilts his head as he considers you on his lap, cockily taking in the way your hungry eyes drink him in. With a light tap on your thigh, he commands you to move, “Get into position, sweetheart.”

You climb off of him and settle yourself at the top of the bed, swiftly getting on all fours to present yourself to him. His hand grazes over your ass, clutching the softness before dipping into the heat of your center.

The soft fabric of your underwear is shoved to the side, exposing your glistening cunt to the room. Basil audibly groans as he catches a glimpse of your dripping hole, remembering how hot and tight you are. Your body is built perfectly to wrap around him.

Jake lazily slides himself along the seam of your cunt, humming lightly as he soaks himself in your slick. “Look at this weepy pussy…” You let out a breath as you relax your body against him, enjoying the gentle way he rocks over you. “You’re so messy for me.” Your body buzzes as his cock nudges against your clit with every stroke, fogging your mind with intoxicating pleasure.

You don’t expect it when Jake’s hips abruptly snap up into you with one smooth motion, quickly filling you to the brim with a stinging stretch. The rough texture of his jeans chafes against the back of your thighs as his legs push harshly over you. You whine as your face is shoved into a pillow, barely allowing you a second of fresh air.

Basil grips himself over his sweatpants as he watches your body struggle to get used to the sensation of being filled, legs shaking as you attempt to hold yourself up for him.

Jake easily ignores your trembling and immediately starts to pound into you, strategically angling himself to continuously prod against the electrifying spot inside of you. Despite the sharp sobs dripping from your lips, he knows you love it. Being treated like this. Like a toy.

Basil strokes himself as he watches your greedy cunt swallow another man's cock, effortlessly moving back and forth with each thrust. He can feel his cock desperately throb for you as the filthy sound of your slick sopping down your thighs travels through the camera’s microphone. What he would do to taste you right now, the zingy flavor of your lust on his tongue.

Though he can’t see your face, he can tell you’re already close. It’s the way your body stiffens ever so slightly like you’re holding yourself back from reaching nirvana. He hates how your moans are muffled by the pink pillow. He craves to hear how your noises crescendo as you near the edge, how you crumble as pleasure takes over your body.

You almost feel like you might collapse from the aggressive way Jake drives into you. Jake’s calloused fingers grip bruises into your hips as he pushes and pulls you onto him, setting an unbeatable rhythm that you can barely keep up with.

Jake’s motions briefly stutter as your cunt grips around him. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, barely able to process his words as he continues to fuck into you. “Mm…Your cunt flutters so–fuck–sweetly around me. You gonna cum baby?” Your legs threaten to give in as molten heat rapidly blooms in your stomach, pulling you toward your peak.

You cry out as he begins to drive himself impossibly deeper into you, slowing down when you fail to answer him. His chest vibrates against your back as he growls behind your ear, “Too stupid to speak? I asked you a question, honey.”

With another nudge of his hips, you sputter out a response. “A-ah, yes—I’m so close, sir.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Basil’s sweats are messily shoved halfway down his thighs as he watches your tired body move bonelessly along with each movement of Jake’s hips. The stroke of his hand moves in sync with yours, cock leaking as he grips himself tightly to conceptualize the feeling of being inside of you.

The rawness of your climax causes your body to writhe underneath Jake and you involuntarily start pulling away from his cock as your cunt convulses with ecstasy.

Basil’s eyes squeeze shut as he’s coaxed into his release by your soft muffled whimpers. His hand works quickly along the length of himself as he rides it out, effectively spreading his mess with his hand and on the tops of his thighs.

Jake groans as you suck him in, hands shoving you further into the mattress as you’re unable to control the way your body flutters and jerks around him. With one last push, he spills into you, coating your walls in warmth before pulling out.

Basil watches as Jake steps out of the room after murmuring something about a towel, leaving you there panting in the middle of your bed.

Alone.

You slowly turn over to your back, pushing your hair out of your face as you come down from your orgasm, face thoroughly flushed from exertion. His heavy eyes admire you from afar, wishing he could join you on the bed and hold you against him.

He takes one last glance at you before reluctantly closing the laptop.

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You reach upwards with your arms pulled taut and stretch your body until you feel light-headed. Though you enjoy being fucked from behind, your back is always left sore from arching so deeply. Jake is fine. Good even. But that’s it.

You’ve tried your hardest to ignore it, but something’s been missing from your life. Or someone.

Your eyelashes shadow over your gaze as you subtly glance at the stuffed kitten on your shelf. Your heart flutters when you notice the faint red light on its collar blinking right back at you.

He’s still there.

#*throws fic in your face then trots away*#basil stitt #basil stitt x reader #basil stitt smut #lightning face #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley smut

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