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bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER NINETEEN - CHOICES AND COMMITMENTS.

As you and Marc Spector both stepped through the shimmering gateway, the London streets and the cacophony of the city faded into a distant memory. The swirling vortex of energy enveloped you both, rendering you weightless for a brief moment as the portal carried you back to your home.

The splendor of your chateau residence in the outskirts of Surrey immediately greeted your vision. The pair of you stood by its threshold as the warm embrace of history and enchantment it possesses unfolded before your very eyes. The ancient stone structure exuded an aura of timeless elegance, and its turrets reached for the sky as if trying to touch the stars. The grand edifice, cloaked in ivy and memories, had seen generations of your late husband’s predecessors, and it was an honor for you to call it home.

Marc, Steven, and Jake collectively marveled in awe at the beauty of your abode, its grandeur never failing to take their collective breaths away.

“Wow, this is mental”, Steven, with his keen sense of appreciation for history and aesthetics, spoke first in their shared headspace. "This place is huge, just like stepping into Shakespeare."

“Why am I not surprised that she’s filthy rich?” Jake chimed in, his tone deeply impressed which prompted a small chuckle from Marc.

“I’m assuming Steven and Jake are having a party in your head right now, yeah?” you laughed softly, your hands reaching into Marc’s left arm for you to hold on to as he inclined his head towards you with a knowing smile.

“They’re just amazed at seeing where you live for the first time”, Marc spoke, an unspoken question lingering in his mind. “Can you still hear the two of them like I do?”

“Nope, I’m just guessing it must be something they said from the way you laughed earlier”, you shook your head at his line of thought. “Although I have the means, I will not read your mind nor hear your thoughts unless I have your consent”

Marc nodded gratefully at your words, his trust and confidence magnified by the fact that you chose to respect his privacy and his desire to reveal parts of himself to you at the timeline of his choosing.

The morning sun bathed the landscape in a golden hue, making the lush outdoor garden appear even more enchanting and vibrant with the colors of a thousand blossoms as the sound of birds and the delicate rustle of leaves fill the air. The greenery was being meticulously tended to by your dedicated household staff, dressed in elegant uniforms reflective of your social stature. As you strolled towards the main entrance, they acknowledged your presence with respectful nods and polite curtsies.

At the threshold of your magnificent home, you were immediately greeted by your butler, Bill, who had been anxiously awaiting your return. He was a tall, distinguished man, his silver hair impeccably groomed and his demeanor exuding authority and a deep sense of loyalty. The deep lines etched into his face gave him an air of wisdom and elegance, and spoke of the years he had dedicated to serving you and your late husband’s predecessors.

"Welcome back, Lady Carter," Bill extended a respectful bow with a warm smile, his voice tinged with genuine worry as he looked between you and your familiar companion. “Mr. Spector”

“Good morning, Bill”, you greeted, while Marc Spector merely nodded to acknowledge your butler’s presence. “Apologies for the late notice, but as you see, I have a guest with me”

“It’s alright, Milady”, Bill responded, his voice warm and familiar as his eyes, sharp as ever, meet yours with concern. “But I must say, I was quite worried when you didn't return home last night. Is everything alright?"

“I’m unharmed, Bill, do not worry”, you nodded, offering him a reassuring smile. "I should have sent word, but I did have a rather eventful night."

“Eventful night, you say, Miss?” Bill raised an eyebrow, his concern deepening.

“It’s a long story and I’m afraid I do not have the luxury of time to tell you right now”, you sighed, realizing that a simple explanation wouldn't suffice as Bill deserved to know the truth. "But suffice it to say that there has been an attempt on my life."

“An attempt on your life?” Bill's expression darkened with worry. "Whoever attacked you knew you well, doing it during the new moon. Should I start looking into it, Miss?"

“Don’t bother for now”, you placed a hand on his arm, offering him a reassuring squeeze. "But I need you to do something else. Give Aleah a call and tell her that I need her here in the next few hours. We have much to discuss"

“Of course, Lady Carter”, Bill nodded, his concern for your well-being taking precedence. "I will do so and make the arrangements right away"

Turning your attention to Marc Spector, who stood beside you, you said, "Let’s go. My sanctum is up on the third floor."

Marc nodded, his expression a mix of curiosity and determination. "Lead the way, Mira."

You led Marc up the grand staircase that wound its way to the upper floors. As you ascended gracefully to the third floor, the air grew heavy with the weight of history and mystique. Steven and Jake marveled from Marc’s headspace at the array of oil paintings adorning the walls. Each piece seemed to hold a story evoked by masterful strokes of paint color.

“Bloody hell, there’s a lot of amazing paintings in here”, Steven sighed in amazement within Marc’s mind. “Monet, Van Gogh…”

“Yeah, imagine how much we could sell these–”

“Seriously, Jake?” Marc muttered as he followed after your climbing footsteps. “Why am I not surprised you’re thinking again of filling your pockets?”

“I mean, he’s right”, you chimed in, hearing Marc’s whispered words. “People would actually kill to buy the real Monet, there’s a huge demand just in the black markets of Madripoor alone. Also, we’re here”

You led Marc inside your personal sanctum, which was a solitary attic room occupying the entirety of the third floor. You noticed the way his eyes roved, taking in the opulence and rich history as you housed a massive collection of artifacts and relics, a living culmination of your long life as a priestess. The room itself seemed to expand in every direction, with shelves of scrolls, tablets, and magical tomes lining the walls. Talismans, amulets, and a vast collection of weapons, both ancient and otherworldly, adorned the nearby wooden table together with herbs, roots, crystals, and other magical ingredients.

You could only imagine Steven and Jake’s reactions at seeing the countless memorabilia, and the potential untold stories of the treasure trove before them from various points of your history. The trio exchanged another glance from the nearby reflective surface of a large ornate mirror, all of them struck by the gravity of the place.

“Oh my days, this room is a living history book”, Steven's voice resonated within their shared headspace, his words tinged with awe. "I wanna pinch myself, this doesn’t feel real."

“This is certainly not what I pictured in my head for a sanctum, hermano”, Jake remarked, his arms folded as he watched you move gracefully around the room.

“What exactly did you picture, Jake?” Steven’s eyebrows raised, looking inquisitively at Jake.

“Skulls, brooms, pentagrams…”

Marc slowly shook his head at Jake’s words, his eyes focused on watching you as your clothing changed before his very eyes, the familiar threads of your ancient ceremonial robes as a babaylan (priestess) enveloping your body. It only added to your ethereal presence as you moved with an air of confidence and purpose.

Your long, highlighted hair of ebony black and white cascaded down your back, as you walked towards the intricately carved stone pedestal at the very center of the room. Resting upon it is an ancient grimoire bound in leather, its pages filled with your meticulous notes and incantations.

You knew that this book held the answers you sought as you slowly approached, your fingers lightly brushing the pages. You started searching for a spell in particular, one that is powerful enough that could counter and lift your patron goddess’s mintala (ancient curse) and restore your lost memories.

“Bloody hell”, you heard Steven’s voice at your side, mildly surprised that he fronted as you noticed the deep fascination in his eyes. “I never thought I’d see an actual, real grimoire. This is amazing, Mira”

“I’ll take it as a compliment”, you smiled serenely at Steven’s commentary. “I see you’re taking the reins this time, Steven”

“Sorry for the sudden shift”, Steven muttered sheepishly, his eyes apologetic as you saw him looking at the large ornate mirror situated behind you. “Sorry, mate, it’s not everyday I get to see this– oh bollocks! Something just moved past my foot!”

You immediately turned to Steven’s direction, looking beneath at an instant to see what was going on. Your mild alarm immediately turned into pure relief as you saw a familiar creature crawling in the vicinity of your wooden floor. You knelt on the floor, your hand outstretched and your palm open as a silver and gold scaled serpent slowly slithered towards your waiting arm.

“I believe that’s Marikit wanting to say hi”, you said softly as introductions are in order despite Steven’s obvious apprehension. He hesitantly met the small, black eyes of your kambal-ahas (snake twin), seemingly scrutinizing his presence with its gaze. “Nais mo ba siyang makilala, Marikit?”

Would you like me to introduce him, Marikit?

“Isa siyang pambihirang nilalang, aking umbo”, the snake twin’s feminine voice echoed in Steven’s mind, also clearly heard by his headmates, Marc and Jake. “Tatlong katauhan ang nananahan sa kanyang katawang lupa”

He’s a very unique individual, my sister. Three different people are living inside his body.

“What did she say, Mira?” Steven’s eyes widened from hearing another unfamiliar feminine voice inside his head.

“Marikit just found out about your unique circumstance with Marc and Jake”, you responded, placing your hand on the stone pedestal as your snake twin started slithering away to her original resting place.

“Ikinagagalak kong makilala kayo, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley”, Marikit greeted politely in their shared headspace. “Ako si Marikit, ang kambal-ahas ng aking umbong si Mira”

I am very pleased to meet you, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley. I’m Marikit, the snake twin of my older sister, Mira.

“Nice to meet you too, I guess, Marikit?” Steven wondered aloud, prompting an excited gleam to dance in your eyes. His mental brothers, on the other hand, silently acknowledged your unique twin with identical nods.

As you continued flipping through the pages of your grimoire, Marc and Jake’s eyes were fixed on you from the mirror reflection. You could feel their gaze on you, a mixture of curiosity and concern.

“Steven, can you ask Marc and Jake if they wish to talk to me?” you spoke aloud. “I can enchant that mirror behind me so that they can speak freely to me without fronting”

After a brief look Steven threw at the said mirror, he turned to you again with a small smile and nodded in agreement with your suggestion. You simply waved your hand at the ornate mirror behind you, your magical enchantment now working as Marc and Jake’s respective reflections materialized together.

“Anything we can do to help you, muñeca?” Jake asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft as he watched you resuming your earlier magical activities.

“Your presence, along with Marc’s and Steven’s, are more than enough for me”, you replied, your facade painted with an expression of pure gratitude. “I cannot even begin to thank you all for what you did.”

“You don’t need to thank us, Mira”, Marc reassured. “We’re all here to protect you the best way we knew how”

“I just wish it had been under better circumstances”, you took a deep breath, arriving at a special page of your grimoire where you found the intricate spells you needed. “Are you really sure about becoming Khonshu’s avatars again? I can just wait until the next full moon–”

“Look at me, love”, it was Steven who spoke this time, stepping closer towards you as he held your face reassuringly against his palm, his gaze filled with a sense of unwavering commitment. “If presented with the same choice, I’ll gladly do it all over again, as I’m sure Marc and Jake would.”

“But, Steven…”

“But nothing, love”, Steven didn’t give you a chance to protest as he pressed his lips against your forehead, his soft kiss calming your chaotic mind and heart. “We’re all here for you, no matter what happens. Whatever you discover about your past, the four of us - Marc, Jake and I, we’ll face it together.

You nodded slowly as his forehead connected with your own, allowing you to reminisce the day it first happened with incandescent happiness. After taking a deep, collective breath, you broke apart as your resolve was renewed, thanks to their encouragement.

“Shall we begin, then?” you whispered softly, taking Steven’s hands into your own as you prepared to rediscover your shared past with him, Marc and Jake.

“We shall”

END OF CHAPTER NINETEEN.

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bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight UPDATE

i'm currently writing (and rewriting) the upcoming chapters for this fic, and lemme tell y'all... YOU ARE NOT READY...

just sharing to y'all the inspiration song i'm listening to while creating the upcoming chapters and boy oh boy, the ANGST is coming, y'all! 💔😭

all i can say is: ready your tissues for the upcoming updates. 🧻

youtube

adding an extra picture of crying steven here to prepare y'all.

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ohhhh no, please get well soon. take all the time off and rest that you need. 🙏🙏🙏

Heads up to anyone who cares or something (idk lmao) I dunno when I'll be able to make and post the rest of my inktober drawings cause I just got sick today and my back is killing me with pain. I don't know why I always have lower back pains every time I get sick but yeah. The inktober is paused for the meantime for me. Thank you again to those peeps who keep giving love to my drawings. I appreciate all of you 🤍

P.S just hope the MK boys are here tho 🤧 also this pic tho

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I'm gonna send this here cause I'm shy as fuck and didn't know if it'd be okay to IM. Thank you for the follow!!! I just spent the last two days binge reading Destiny's Twilight. Now I gotta go back and RE-read it so I can share/reblog and leave you ALL of the commentary and love on it. I love it so much! I was so grateful to find another avatar character because I've been working on a universe where I have an avatar OC who ALSO is endgame for The Boys. ((; She's going to be the avatar for Hecate of the Greek Pantheon. So I LOVED reading someone else's take on what an avatar chara opposite the moon boys would be. I've loved reading it and you've actually inspired me to get off my ass and finally work on my own somewhat similar but also totally different verse. Luuuh you babygirl!!! 💗

@thexsanctuaryx OMG BABYGIRL! the gif above is me the entire time i'm reading your message, i super adore your kind words. thank you for the follow too and i'm so happy we're moots now! <3 AND HOLY JISOOS, BINGED?! dang, i'm so honored hun, i'm super glad you're liking the story so far. and inspiring you even to work on your own, i'm super stoked and excited to see your upcoming work. tag me if you've already posted your fic and i'm gonna read it straightaway and fangirl soooooo HARD! <3

AND HELLO???? HECATE GURL???!!! i'm soooooo looking forward to see your take on it. :DDDD

#GURLLLLLLLLL can't wait to see your notifs pass through my activity tab eyyyyyy #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #avatar reader #AND PLEASE IM me all you want gurl #IM AVAILABLE semi 24/7 LOLZZZZ

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wondering if I have any Spanish speaking mutuals here 🤔🤭👉👈

pls lemme know if you notice any grammar errors in my usage of the language. i admittedly use DeepL translate to generate translation, so I'm not a hundred percent sure about the accuracy of it to native Spanish speakers.

i would love your feedback as a reader really 🫠🙏

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BINGED HOLY-- THANK YOU SO MUCH, REALLY. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME 😭🥺😍🙏

I'm so happy you're liking the story so far. There's more to come for Mira + our moon boys so stay tuned! 😉💞👉👈🥰

bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER ONE

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Jake/Steven) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER ONE - SHADOWS OF THE PAST.

TWO MONTHS LATER…

The grandeur of your ancestral house in Guildford enveloped you as you strolled through its opulent corridors. Intricately carved wooden paneling adorned the walls, while rich crimson carpets absorbed the echo of your footsteps. The air is filled with the faint scent of polished wood and aged leather, exuding dignified timelessness.

Ascending the grand staircase, you run your hand along the mahogany handrail, feeling the smoothness of centuries of use. Reaching the landing on the second floor, a series of oil paintings greeted your vision. Painted by the likes of Van Gogh, Monet, Gauguin and Millet, each frame you passed through expressively telling stories of their lives’ hardships expressed through masterful strokes that evoked love, pain and unwavering resolve.

You finally reached a pair of imposing double doors, elaborately carved with intricate designs and gilded accents. Pushing them open, you step into your refuge within this grand manor. You took in the soft early afternoon light streaming through the lace curtains, the interior awash in soft, muted colors that evoke a sense of calm and serenity. The master bedroom itself bore an air of regal charm, with the walls adorned with exquisite silk wallpaper featuring delicate floral patterns. A four-poster bed draped in satin was situated at the very center, the bed linens made of the finest Egyptian cotton and the plump pillows neatly arranged in the head rest.

Seating yourself at the foot of your bed, your eyes caught a familiar oil canvas painting facing your direction - a self portrait of you dressed in a filipiniana gown while holding a soft-feathered fan on your right hand. Brief images of the very day you were painted flashed through your mind, remembering your shy, palpable smile as you took a graceful, elegant pose towards the handsome yet unrecognizable painter as his right hand carefully glided his paintbrush across the canvas.

You’ve been having these recurring dreams again as of late. But you cannot figure out for the life of you who the mysterious subject of your night recollections is.

Mildly shaking your head, you made your way towards your antique writing desk situated near a large bay window, overlooking the well-manicured gardens outside. The scent of freshly picked flowers finally distracted you from your musings, mingling with the aroma of polished wood. Carefully arranged, your flower vase was strategically placed beside an assortment of your night study essentials - an inkwell, quill pen, notepad, a hardbound copy of Atlas of Ancient Egpyt, and a work laptop with multiple tabs open.

Against one wall, a towering bookshelf houses an impressive collection of leather-bound tomes, each one a testament to your intellectual pursuits. You returned the hardbound copy of Atlas of Ancient Egpyt to its previous resting place, vowing to return to it after your overseas assignment. That book was an essential to you since you work full time as a museum curator for the British Museum. Back then, that career path wasn’t meant for your gender in the olden age. But as the world changes with time and equality between sexes have been more embraced, you found yourself living your life long passion of promoting cultural heritage and ancestral discovery.

Typing away at your laptop, you’ve mostly dealt with a lot of email exchanges involving procurement and acquisition of artifacts, record keeping and liaising with Egyptologists for the upcoming Ennead exhibition you’re organizing. You have already let most of your recent business contacts know that you’re on overseas leave, advising everyone to liaise with your secretary, Aleah Santos, in your absence.

A gentle knock on your door pulls you out of your reverie, your eyes now diverted towards the bedroom entrance. A middle-aged British man stands in the doorway with an air of quiet dignity, his appearance a testament to his impeccable service and professionalism. His face exudes an air of experience and reserve, befitting his role as the trusted steward of the household. He wears a perfectly tailored, immaculately pressed charcoal-gray suit with a crisp white shirt and a silk tie, and his salt-and-pepper hair was meticulously combed and styled to maintain a polished appearance.

His striking deep, intelligent blue eyes observed you quietly, framed by well-defined eyebrows that conveyed a sense of attentiveness. He was holding in one hand a tray with a steaming cup of Earl Grey tea and a blueberry scone, and a neatly pressed and folded set of smart, business casual clothes in the other. The fabrics were chosen with care and tailored to perfection, a testament to the older man’s meticulous attention to detail.

“Bill, how lovely to see you this afternoon”, you smiled appreciatively before standing, slowly reaching for your wardrobe in his arms. “Thank you for bringing these”

"It's my pleasure, Lady Carter", Bill answered politely, his refined British accent adding to his aura of sophistication. William Jones, who you affectionately nicknamed “Bill”, is the latest addition in the long line of the Jones household who have served the Carter family for a very long time. As the new head of the family estate, the depth of his loyalty to you runs deep and unquestioned.

"I've taken the liberty of preparing your necessities for the trip”, Bill said with a warm smile as he followed you inside, placing the tray of refreshments on your desk. “You'll find your travel documents and essentials ready in your briefcase, and I’ve packed you a suitcase for the three-day trip”

“What would I ever do without you?” you chuckled playfully, grateful for his unwavering efficiency.

“Years of service have taught me well”, Bill chuckled softly. “Now, if I may, I’d like to go over your schedule for the week.”

“Go ahead, I’m all ears”, you nodded, finally taking your first sip of the afternoon tea prepared. It was nothing short of exquisite, the fragrant steam wafting up to greet your senses. “Impeccable brew as always, by the way”

"I’m glad you like the concoction, Milady”, Bill nodded before clearing his throat, proceeding to recite the details of your upcoming trip. “Your flight to Chicago is later this evening at 7PM, and I will be driving you to the airport three hours prior”

You nodded, mentally ticking off the items on your mental checklist, as he continued to consult his notes and brief you.

“Upon your arrival to the United States, a valet service will pick you up and take you to your hotel. I made reservations at the one within walking distance of the family court where your next interpreting assignment will be running for three days”

“That’s good to hear”, you nodded, taking a small bite of the scone. “Have my secretary check on the tour guide headcount at the British Museum and handle the recruitment interviews while I’m gone”

“Understood”, Bill said curtly, finishing up writing on his notes. He gave a small bow before leaving the room. With his departure, you set to work on packing your travel essentials for your upcoming assignment.

The routine of operating as a freelance interpreter was familiar, accepting potential clients needing your services regardless of location. You cater mostly to the Filipino community, as it helped you fulfill your duties as Mayari’s avatar - to oversee, guide and protect her travelers of the night. Of all the careers you dabbled in your long life on this earth, being an interpreter and a museum curator were one of the very few roles you’ve had that you took immense pride in. Both navigated the complexities of language and history, bridging the gap between cultures and individuals.

The next morning after your arrival in the United States, the Chicago sun greeted you as you stepped out of your hotel room and into the bustling city streets. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted from a nearby café, tempting you, but duty called.

You found yourself before the imposing building of the Chicago Family Court in Cook County. It was a massive edifice of imposing architecture, and its walls seemed to resonate with the stories of countless families and their struggles. On your way to the court registry, you navigated the maze of hallways with purposeful steps. The walls were painted in muted tones, and the faint hum of conversation filled the air. Lawyers in tailored suits, stern-faced judges, and anxious family members all found their places. The court clerk finally checked you in after having you sign the log book, advising you of your assigned courtroom for your scheduled appointment.

You walked into the assigned courtroom, the polished wood of the benches and the imposing judge's bench before you. The judge’s gaze met yours as you approached the witness stand, acknowledging your presence as he had you sworn in. He instructed you to raise your right hand as you recited your oath, a solemn promise to faithfully and impartially interpret the proceedings for those who needed it.

“Thank you, Interpreter”, the judge nodded, your duty now officially recognized. “Please introduce yourself to the courtroom for the record”

“Yes, Your Honor”, you greeted in a clear, unwavering voice. “Good morning. My name is Mira Batala-Carter, and I will be serving as the Tagalog/Filipino interpreter for the witness in the stand”

The court proceedings began, and your voice filled the room as you translated the witness's testimony. You moved seamlessly between languages, ensuring that justice prevailed, one word at a time. The judge and attorneys watched you closely, appreciating your precision and dedication.

After the session concluded, you extended a hand to the witness, a kind-hearted woman who had been through a trying experience. She thanked you for your services, her eyes conveying a profound gratitude that words could not fully capture. As she left your presence, you muttered a silent prayer to your patron goddess, fulfilling your role as her avatar as you invoked a simple protection spell.

“Patnubayan mo ang guhit ng kanyang kapalaran, aking diwatang Mayari”

Guide the lines of her fate, my goddess Mayari.

As the proceedings unfolded over the next three days, you found yourself immersed in the world of legal battles, translating the words and emotions of those caught in the intricate web of the justice system. It was a demanding role, one that required not just linguistic proficiency, but also an acute understanding of human nature and the ability to convey the nuances of speech. Legal jargon and emotional testimonies flowed through you, and you remained resolute in your duty as an interpreter.

You arrived early on the last day of your interpreting assignment, finally giving in to your caffeine cravings as you clutch a cup of steaming coffee to ward off the chilly Chicago morning. You took a seat in the hallway, waiting outside the assigned courtroom. As you sipped your cappuccino and glanced around, your eyes landed on a man slouched on one of the benches, clearly taking a nap.

His face stirred a memory, one that danced tantalizingly out of reach. Yet you couldn't quite place where you had seen him before. He had a rugged handsomeness, an aura of enigmatic mystery that drew you in.

The man's companion, a woman of Arabic-Egyptian descent with a cascade of curly, dark hair, approached him, carrying a steaming cup of coffee. She leaned down, her concern etched on her face as she gently nudged him awake. She whispered something to him, and he stirred, blinking his eyes open.

Your heart clenched as you witnessed the tenderness in their interaction. The way their eyes met with shared history and unspoken understanding prompted a deluge of memories to flood your mind, unbidden and unexpected.

Like ghosts from the past, you heard sounds of laughter and shared secrets echoing inside your head. Your lips trembled as they seemingly remembered the tenderness of breathless kisses stolen beneath the moonlit sky. The details eluded you, but the emotions were vivid—joy, love, and a sense of belonging.

But as swiftly as those memories resurfaced, they slipped away like sand through your fingers, leaving you with an ache of longing and confusion.

Who was this man, and why did his presence stir such deep-seated emotions within you?

Before you could delve further into your thoughts, a call from Bill interrupted your reverie. You reached for your phone, the jarring ringtone pulling you back to reality.

"Lady Carter," Bill's voice came through the receiver, crisp and professional. "I have an important update from Miss Santos. We are still missing one more tour guide from the total headcount you require for the upcoming exhibition"

“Copy that”, you nodded. “Please have her finalize the applicants I’ll need to interview on Saturday”

As you hung up the phone, a court clerk emerged to announce that the morning proceedings will now begin. Finishing the rest of your coffee, you threw the empty cup at the nearby bin before entering the courtroom once more to complete the final leg of your interpreting assignment.

Unbeknownst to you, Mayari, the patron goddess of the moon, quietly observed from a distance as her ethereal, astral form shimmered from afar. Her eyes, filled with a sorrow you had never seen before, remained fixed on you as she recalled the most grievous of her sins—removing your image of Darius Carter and your memories of the events that had bound you to Khonshu's avatar, Moon Knight. She had acted with what she believed was your best interest at heart, but now, as she watched the remnants of your forgotten past resurface, doubt crept into her heart.

Mayari was determined to see her decision through to the end, to protect you from the darkness that lurked in the shadows. Yet, as she gazed upon the unfolding drama, the lines between right and wrong blurred, and the weight of her choices pressed upon her.

“Mr and Mrs Spector, please come to the front”

END OF CHAPTER ONE.

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HAHAHAHAHAHA THIS IS SO FUNNY WHEN I WAS CREATING THE SCENE, I WAS LAUGHING TO MYSELF FOR ABOUT FIVE MINUTES 🤣🤣🤣

Khonshu, oh boy. He has a lot of explaining to do 🤭🫠👀

bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - MOON MAGIC AND MYSTERIES OF THE NIGHT WE MET.

“Who in their right mind would name themselves ‘Jake Lockley’?” Marc sneered, prompting Jake’s astral form to abruptly rise, about to throw fists at the Chicago man a few meters away from him.

“If this hijo de puta doesn’t shut up–”

“Will you two shut it?!” Steven finally shouted, acting as the middle ground between his mental brothers before turning his attention to you who is now sporting a bewildered look. “Mira? Are you alright?”

“I’m okay, Steven, don’t worry. Just trying to wrap my head around all of this”, you finally spoke, nodding gratefully to Steven as you grasped Jake’s hand in his astral form to physically express your gratitude. “First thing’s first - it’s nice to finally meet you, Jake Lockley”

“The honor is mine, princesa”, Jake chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on your hand as Steven prevented the currently frustrated Marc to launch himself at his suave, Spanish-speaking New Yorker alter. “Hola a ti también, Steven, Marc.”

Hello to you too, Steven, Marc.

“Hello, Jake”, Steven greeted politely, waving an awkward hello. Marc, on the other hand, merely grimaces before flipping the bird, prompting Jake to chuckle at his host’s childishness.

“Looks like this is going to be more chaotic than I thought”, you shook your head as you couldn’t help but smile at the amusing interactions happening before you. This is proving to be a very strange day for you, no Sorcerer Supreme pun intended.

The room seemed to hum with energy as you circled around, absorbing the revelations that had just been thrust upon you. The three men in their respective corporeal forms simply observe as you work your moon magic, placing a protective spell to prevent any other spiritual forces from taking possession of their unconscious body.

“You’re some kind of witch, then?” Steven wondered aloud while witnessing your magical prowess before his eyes, while Marc and Jake were looking inquisitively at you as you took a seat at the foot of the bed. “Like Wanda Maximoff from the Avengers? Or was it Doctor Strange?”

“The politically correct term is a priestess, or babaylan in my mother tongue”, you started to explain. “I’m not a witch, but I did train to control my moon magic from Kamar Taj. It’s where Doctor Stephen Strange was taught with the mystic arts by the Ancient One. His mentor and I have been good friends for centuries”

“Centuries, bloody hell”, Steven exclaimed, not yet realizing the weight of your words. “And how old are you exactly?”

Jake snorted at Steven’s choice of words. “Pendejo, it’s rude to ask a woman her age–”

“He’s asking the right questions, so it’s fine”, you waved away, throwing a small smirk at Jake that he couldn’t help but return. “If you really wish to know the specifics, I was born in the early 900’s, so you do the math”

“You certainly haven’t aged a day”, Marc spoke mainly to himself. Upon hearing his thoughts aloud, you smiled serenely at his silent compliment.

“I’m amazed you can still flirt with me at this stage”, you chuckled before shifting your gaze between Marc and Steven, straightening your posture before jumpstarting to your most pressing query. “So, my turn to ask you the questions. I’m guessing you two are not really twins, are you? Triplets, maybe?”

“I like your sense of humor, hermosa–”

“Zip it, Jake, this is serious”, Marc interrupted, clearly exasperated at his third alter’s quip as the latter made a face, rolling his eyes in derision. His astral form then reached out, a spectral hand brushing against your shoulder. "Steven and I - and apparently Jake too - we’re all facets of the same person sharing the same body”

“We suffer from a mental health condition known as Dissociative Identity Disorder” Steven spoke next, prompting you to nod slowly as the astonishment slowly painted your facade. “Have you ever heard of it?”

“Only read about it in clinical studies and theory”, you spoke softly as you absorbed the factual truth they’ve laid out to you. A myriad of emotions coursed through you as you absorbed their words: surprise, empathy, understanding. The truth was like a jigsaw piece that finally fit into place, and though the revelation was jarring, it also felt right. You couldn't fault them for keeping it hidden, for their fears and concerns were as genuine as the bond you had formed with them.

It was a lot to take in, and your mind whirled with questions. "Were you ever planning to tell me?"

"We plan to tell you, love, but we just don’t know how”, Steven stepped forward, his presence less domineering than Marc's but equally sincere. “We were afraid of how you'd react, of what you'd think of us."

“I know it’s not an easy matter to tell anyone”, you whispered, nodding slowly as you understood their reluctance. “I’m sure you haven’t meant for me to find out this way, but I’m glad to hear that you weren’t intending to keep this a secret from me”

“Of course not, baby”, Marc shook his head, his voice measured and somber as his translucent hand took yours as a symbol of reassurance. “We should’ve told you ages ago. I’m sorry you had to find out this way”

“We all are”, Steven chimed in, while Jake nodded thoughtfully in silent agreement.

“It’s alright, you don’t need to apologize”, you interrupted, much to the trio’s collective surprise. They knew how complicated their situation is, but your verbal acceptance was everything to them. “I can understand, I mean, you’re not the only ones guilty of keeping secrets, am I right?”

“I’m sure you had your reasons too”, Marc, of course, was the first to understand your hesitance to let them know of your other life. “But I want you to know that I’m here for you, Mira - we all are. You can confide in us, whenever you’re ready to tell”

“Thank you, Marc”, you smiled appreciatively. Steven, on the other hand, offered you a giddy smile at the realization that you were no ordinary woman.

“Your secret’s safe with us”, Steven chuckled. “I mean, we really don’t have anybody else to share it with. But it’s just bloody cool to know you’re a magical person. And coming from an ancient time too, I… wait, hang on a moment–”

“What is it, Steven?” you asked, indulging the curiosity of the British man hovering before you.

“When we talked back then about your history”, Steven started, recounting your earlier conversation on the first day you met. “You’ve actually lived during the times when your country’s colonizers discovered and invaded your homeland?”

Your knowing smile and multiple slow nods prompted Steven’s eyes to almost pop out of their sockets, his mouth agape as he slowly connected the dots with your creative storytelling that night.

“Bloody hell-”

“I’m sorry to cut the storytelling time short, querida”, Jake’s voice was heard next, his tone apologetic but his expression meaning business. “But I have to tell you about what really happened last night. I’m assuming you would want to know that, sí?

"Yes, that’s right," you began, addressing the man who had saved you during the new moon, "Tell me what happened. Do you know who shot me last night?"

Jake Lockley leaned back against the room's battered wall, his rough-hewn features etched with a certain heaviness. "They were assassins, sent to eliminate you for good. They work for Set’s avatar, and it seems that they know you well, given their weapon of choice."

His revelation sent shivers down your spine, and you pressed further. "Knew me well, huh? I’m assuming the bullet was made of wolfsbane?"

“Yeah, that’s right”, Jake nodded, his voice low and gritty. "They took advantage of last night’s new moon, which weakened your innate ability as an avatar to a moon goddess to heal and be impervious to harm."

“That’s why you fronted. To save her”, Marc said, trying to piece his own memories together. “But how on earth did you survive that attack?”

“I’m curious to know that as well”, Steven added, his mind working to solve the imminent puzzle of Jake’s heroic act that night. “As far as I know, wolfsbane is also toxic to humans. We shouldn’t be able to survive that”

“About that”, Jake started, now avoiding everyone’s gaze as he kept his eyes directed on the wooden floor of their flat. “Mira’s healed wounds should answer that question”

“What do you mean by my healed wounds?” you echoed, pulling the sleeve of your white t-shirt once more to reveal the spot where you’ve been shot. Your heart quickened as you slowly pieced together the puzzle, arriving at the most feasible conclusion you could only think of. "It can’t be. You mean to tell me that you serve a moon god too?"

A sharp intake of breath echoed from Marc and Steven. They exchanged panicked glances, clearly rattled by your revelation.

“Es cierto, cariño”, Jake sighed, finally admitting his long kept secret. "I'm still serving Khonshu as his avatar, as the Moon Knight"

That’s right, honey.

Marc Spector and Steven Grant exchange incredulous glances, their collective disapproval resounding in the room. The room was immediately filled with tension, thick enough to cut with a knife as you watched the tumultuous battle unfold before you. Jake Lockley had just dropped a bomb of revelation that had left his two alters reeling, and a cacophony of outrage erupted from them both. Their voices overlapped, and their collective disapproval reverberated through the room like an ominous drumbeat.

"I can't believe you'd keep this from us, Jake!” Marc was the first to speak as he leaned forward, his hands clenched into fists. The anger in his voice is palpable, and Steven's expression mirrors his outrage.

"So, you're telling us that you saved our life as Moon Knight that night in Cairo", Steven's voice was laced with disbelief, his eyes narrowing at Jake. “And you're still serving that lunatic god, Khonshu?!”

“I am”, Jake Lockley nods, his eyes unwavering. "It's the only way to truly protect all of us."

“This is fucking insane!” Marc gritted, barely containing his anger any longer as his face contorted with frustration. “Khonshu had us trapped in his service for years, and we barely got ourselves free. How can you do this?!”

“Jake, why?” Steven, ever the voice of reason, sought understanding amidst the chaos. “Why continue to serve as Moon Knight?"

"I serve because I have to, not because I want to”, Jake shifted uncomfortably, but his tone remained firm. “It's the only way I can do my job: to protect you both."

“We do not need protecting –”

“Maldito idiota, do you even know how many enemies you have, pendejo?” Jake rolled his eyes at Marc’s side comment, prompting the other to shake his head in pure disbelief. “Besides, I wasn’t just protecting you two”

“What do you mean?” Steven inquired, not understanding what other possible reason would Jake have to still take the mantle of Moon Knight. Jake's gaze then flickers to you, as if he's seeking your support. You meet his eyes, trying to understand the turmoil in his soul.

"It’s the only way I can protect you, Mira", Jake replied, his voice filled with a mix of regret and determination. His answer brought a brief silence to the room as you stood in the midst of it all, your mind whirling like a tempest as you tried to make sense of his current revelations.

Suddenly, Jake Lockley's eyes softened, and he revealed something that shocked you to your core. "I've known you for a long time. Even before all of this."

Your heart skips a beat at his words. You stand in the center of the room, your arms wrapped tightly around your own body as you struggle to absorb this revelation.

"What do you mean, you've known me?” you took a deep breath, stepping closer to Jake. “How is that possible?"

“I remember the night we first met”, Jake's resolute gaze met yours as he nodded solemnly. "I wasn't the one who was fronting that time, but I remember seeing you. It was the night when Khonshu enlisted your help in shifting the night skies to find the right constellation leading to Ammit’s tomb.”

The room grew quiet as your mind processed Jake's words. You struggled to remember that night, but everything was shrouded in fog. It felt like a distant dream, something you couldn't quite grasp.

“I don’t understand”, your mind raced, trying to grasp the implications of this revelation. “If you remember me, why Marc and Steven couldn’t? Why couldn’t they remember any of it? Why can't I remember you?”

“I was supposed to forget too, but Khonshu retained my memories of that night since I still serve as his avatar”, Jake sighed, his eyes a mix of sorrow and frustration. "As for Marc and Steven, those memories became recurring dreams that do not make sense”

"Wait a minute," Marc interjected, his eyes narrowing. "Jake’s right, we've had countless dreams about that night."

“That’s right, yeah”, Steven nodded in agreement. "Just like what he says - moving stars and shifting constellations. But it was always blurry, nonsensical."

Jake Lockley's gaze softens, and he begins to recount the dreams that Marc and Steven have been experiencing, helping his headmates remember what they could. These were the dreams that you've never been privy to, until now.

In the midst of their quiet recollection and Jake's revelations, you continued your restless pacing around the room, your mind racing like a wildfire amidst the buzzing tension in the room. Something about all of this didn't sit right with you, and you require a direct line to the truth.

You needed answers, and you needed them now.

"I wish to speak to Khonshu," you declared, your voice unwavering. "Summon your god. I need to hear the truth from him, to explain all of this to me."

END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

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Imagine doing self care and a skincare routine and you have the boys join in. Marc feels all gross with the wet face mask on. Steven let’s you put on one of those cute bunny headbands on him and just enjoys the experience of doing it with you. And Jake is laughing at himself and how he looks with all the stuff on.

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daphnefisherofficial · 6 months

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Reblogging to keep this on my radar. Looking forward to future updates, yay! 🤭🫶🔥🥰

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Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Moon Boys x F!Reader

Summary: You’re a workaholic, but now that you’re on a week’s vacation, your lives are going to take FULL advantage of your presence aka the Moon Boys keep you in bed for a whole week.

Warning: smut - specifics will be in the separate chapters

A/N: inspo was Seven by Jungkook 🤪

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Wednesday

Thursday

Friday

Saturday

Sunday

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daphnefisherofficial · 6 months

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Dios mio, Jake! Got me all hot and bothered🫠🔥👀

Seven: Wednesday

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Moon Boys x F!Reader

Summary: You’re a workaholic, but now that you’re on a week’s vacation, your lives are going to take FULL advantage of your presence aka the Moon Boys keep you in bed for a whole week.

Warning: smut - tit sucking/licking/biting, p in v

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"F-Fuck, baby. That's it!" Marc grips your hair as you suck him off in the shower.

You two had just gone a round in bed and you two went to the shower to clean yourselves up. However, it seems like Marc really just can't get enough of you because he was hard again while you soaped up his body. That then resulted in you getting on your knees and sucking him off.

"Shit. I'm close," he groans as you pull him from your mouth and begin to pump your hand up and down his length.

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!" he exclaims as he cums on your face and hand. The shower water immediately washing the remnants away.

Marc fell limp against the shower wall, the water cascading down his body. You chuckle as he gives you a weak hand to help you up.

You peck his lips, "Will you be satiated enough to let me finish my shower?"

He gives a tired smirk, "I think I can manage."

"Good."

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As promised, Marc kept his hands to himself for the rest of the shower. You dressed in just your underwear and sleep shirt while Marc dressed in sleep pants and a t-shirt.

"We've been home for the past few days, baby. You don't wanna go away for a few days?" he asks as he cooks up some lunch, you two sleeping through breakfast.

You shake your head, "No. I kinda like this. Just staying inside with you guys. Relaxing, catching up on shows and movies that I've been meaning to watch."

"If you're sure."

You come up behind him, hugging him around his middle and kissing his back, "I'm sure." You press another kiss to his back and head to the couch to do some reading.

You put on a record that Steven grabbed, the music softly playing in the background. You felt so comforted by this, the sense of domesticity. You don't have to worry about work, at least not until next week, and you're just enjoying your time with your loves.

You're engrossed by your book. You're on your stomach, still on the couch. The fantasy genre bringing you to a different world, allowing you to escape. You're not sure how much time has passed, but you're taken back to reality when you feel hands running up your thighs.

You gasp and look over your shoulder to see Marc, no. You know that look.

"Hi, Jake," you greet him as roll onto your back.

His lips twitch into a smirk as he hovers his body over you, "Enjoying your vacation?"

You nod, slipping your bookmark into place and shutting your book. You set it to the side, "Very much so. Been having so much fun with Steven and Marc. Missed you though," you reach out, running a hand through his hard curls.

"I'm right here, mi amor," he mumbles as he takes your hand and kisses it.

"Is everything...okay?" Jake made himself scarce, always lingering in the back of Marc's mind, keeping a careful eye out. He made himself known every once in a while, at least, while you were around.

"Just wanted to see you."

You smirk at him, "Just to see me? That all?"

He gives a dark chuckle as he leans in, pressing his lips against yours. Okay, maybe you had hoped he'd come out to see you, especially since you purposefully put on the pair of underwear he likes on you.

His hands slide up your legs and to your black lacey underwear, "You wore this for me?"

You nod, "I know how much you love it."

"Sí, I love it very much, especially when I get to take it off you." He hooks his thumbs onto the fabric, pulling it down as you chuckle. He tosses the garment over his shoulder and pulls you closer to him.

He's kissing you fervently, obviously desperate for you, as he presses his clothed cock against your naked core.

"Jake," you whine his name and, fuck, does he love the sound of it.

He pushes your shirt up, palming one of your breasts before leaning down and sucking on it. His tongue swirling around one nipple and his other hand pinching the other.

He's grinding down on you, the more he's on you, the wetter you become. You reach down and begin to play with your clit, but Jake pushes your hand away and mumbling, "No," before replacing your hand with his.

His finger dips into you, collecting some of your slick before circling around your clit.

You moan at the added pleasure, your arms circling around him to hold him close. He's still rutting into you and you can tell he's as desperate to have you as you are him.

"Jake, please. Fuck me already."

"I hear you, mi amor. I hear you," he mutters as he pulls his cock out, pumping himself a few times before coating himself in your wetness.

He fills you with ease and you're both moaning at the feeling. He takes your legs, placing your legs over his shoulders so he can fuck you deeper.

He's thrusting hard, like his life depends on it. He's watching as your face scrunches up in pleasure. Your hand circling your clit for more. You're so fucking beautiful. He, along with Marc and Steven feel so lucky to have someone like you.

Jake lets your legs fall and he uses his arms to hold himself above you. He thrusts harder, practically moving the couch with every thrust. You're sure some things from the side table fell because of the force.

"Fuck," he curses, as he buries his face into your damp neck.

"Right there, Jake," you pant, holding onto him as if you'd float away if you don't.

"You want, amor? You want me to cum in you?"

"Fill me up, please. I want it, Jake," you beg, "I'm so close," you're trying to chase after your own orgasm as you're rubbing your clit more desperately now.

He's working hard to help you get there with him. He grits his teeth as he snaps his hips, once, then twice. The third time he stills as he cums in you. You gasp when your own orgasm takes hold.

"Good girl. Good girl," he rasps out as he feels you clench onto him.

You let out a deep breath after your orgasm passes. He remains inside as he calms down. You're both panting and sweaty messes at the end of it all.

Jake slowly sits up, pulling out of you as carefully as possible. He helps you sit up and presses a kiss to your head, "You okay?"

You nod, "More than okay," you peck his lips.

You snort, "Marc and I just showered."

"Well now you and I can shower," he gives a tired smirk as he stands to his feet with a grunt.

When you stand, you stumble a bit, to which Jake catches you. With ease, he lifts you into his arms and brings the both of you to shower for the second time that day.

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OMG STEVEN YOU SWEET CINNAMON ROLL, YOU 🤭🫶👀

Seven: Tuesday

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Moon Boys x F!Reader

Summary: You’re a workaholic, but now that you’re on a week’s vacation, your lives are going to take FULL advantage of your presence aka the Moon Boys keep you in bed for a whole week.

Warning: smut - oral (m receiving), p in v

A/N: i often think about this gif...

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The majority of your Monday was spent with Marc. It was clear that he missed you. With you working, you only saw each other when you came home, exhausted from the day. After breakfast, you had spent more time in bed with him.

Now it's Tuesday and you're woken up by something rubbing against you from behind. You look over your shoulder and you see Marc..no..you look at the shirt he's wearing. Marc usually sleeps shirtless. So this is Steven. You supposed he must've woken up at some point and put on a shirt while you slept.

"Steven," you whisper his name, rolling over to face him.

You place your hand on his cheek, saying his name louder, "Steven, honey."

He moans your name softly, "Y/N, fuck," he's clearly having a very interesting dream, with you as the main star.

You softly smile and lightly push Steven's shoulder back so he's laying on his back. That seems to wake him up because he's scrunching his face and eyes fluttering open, "Wh-What? Lovey? What's going on?"

You chuckle, "You tell me, Steven. You humping my leg like a dog in heat."

"Bollocks, I'm sorry, lovey. It's, well, my dream-"

You crawl over and sit yourself right onto Steven. You feel his cock is hard underneath you, "What were you dreaming about?" you cock your head to the side, "I imagine you dreamt of me since you were moaning my name."

"Ye-Yeah. Um, it wasn't really a dream, per se, more like a memory."

"Oh?"

"That time you visited me at the museum during your lunch and we-we, um-"

"I sucked your cock in the storage room, yeah. I remember."

Steven gulps, "Yeah. So, that-that's what I was dreaming about."

You nod, "Good dream. But," you then crawl back so you're more settled on Steven's legs. You lean down, pressing a kiss to wear his clothed cock is, "how about you have the real thing instead?"

"Okay. Yeah, sure."

You chuckle, "I love how you still act so shy during times like this. It's so cute." You pull down his boxers only enough to free his cock. The tip was already leaking.

You swirl the tip with your finger and Steven's breath hitches, "Fuck," he mumbles.

You giggle and then pull him into your mouth. You suck his tip teasingly and then pull him out, tongue swirling around the head.

Steven's hands clench at his sides. Despite you having sex with Steven several times, he's still apprehensive about putting his hands on you. So you take one of his hands and place it on your head, giving him the okay to do what he pleases.

His other hand reaches out and he holds your head in both hands. He holds you in place while he bucks his hips up and down, cock bobbing in and out of your mouth.

"That's it," he moans, his eyes closing and moth falling open. He thrusts all the way up, hitting the back of your throat. He then pulls back and you let out a gasp, a string of saliva falling from your lips.

You then slap Steven's hands away and take him in yours. You pump your hand up and down his length and then take him in your mouth again.

You watch him as he completely melts under your touch.

"S-Shit, Y/N. I'm close."

You pull away and the loss of contact makes Steven groan in dismay. He runs a hand over his damp face.

You sit back and smirk, "Can you finish off in me instead?"

He's nodding in excitement, "Gods, yes, please."

You climb back onto him and take him back into your hand. You slowly lower yourself onto his cock and you sit there for a bit, enjoying the feeling of him inside you.

You let out a deep breath and look down at Steven, "Ready?"

He nods and you start moving your hips back and forth. Steven's hands go to your hips, gripping them like his life depended on it. You rest your hands against his chest, bracing yourself as you lift yourself off him and falling back more and more.

"Y/N, shit. Lovey, gonna cum. Can I cum please?"

"Go ahead, honey. Fill me up."

He lets out a guttural moan as he cums, you feel him fill you up as you continue to ride him. His fingers dig into you until they suddenly grow slack, his arms falling to his sides.

You pause, leaning down and pecking your love's lips, "Good morning."

"Great morning, you mean," he responds, his voice a little raspy.

You chuckle and move to climb off him, but he stops you, "Actually, can I stay in for a bit?"

"Sure. Can I lay on my side though? I feel like I'm gonna cramp this way."

Steven nods and takes hold of you, carefully guiding you onto the bed while still remaining inside you.

You use your arm as a pillow and face Steven. He has a light smile on his lips. You run your finger down the bridge of his nose and boop him. He snorts and then softly kisses you, "I adore you, lovey."

"I know. I adore you too, Steven."

You two remain there until you've deemed it time to separate.

The two of you then head to the shower where Steven makes up for you not cumming.

Your Tuesday started off just as well as your Monday did.

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #moon boys x reader #smut #f!reader #female!reader #fem!reader

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👀😜😏❤️🤭🫶

I mean, oooooh boy, would I loveeeeee this series so much 🔥🔥🔥

Seven: Monday

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Moon Boys x F!Reader

Summary: You’re a workaholic, but now that you’re on a week’s vacation, your lives are going to take FULL advantage of your presence aka the Moon Boys keep you in bed for a whole week.

Warning: smut - oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting

A/N: inspo was Seven by Jungkook 🤪

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You were the head of your own business. A company that helps at danger youth. You knew the importance of this which is why you never allowed yourself a break. At first, Marc, Steven, and Jake admired this about you. You were so passionate to help the world's future leaders, but you sacrificed a lot of yourself for it. Your loves understood what it meant to sacrifice yourself for something. But they couldn't watch you go through it any further. So, eventually, they convinced you to take a week off from work.

Your company would be left in good hands, you knew this because you hand picked your co-CEO...and because they were your best friend.

The first day of your vacation, you woke up early due to habit. Marc was still fast asleep so you decided you'd make breakfast for the both of you. You were plating everything when he woke up. He sat up in bed, shirtless and only in sleep pants.

You smile at him and pad your way to him, "Morning," you peck his lips and he immediately grabs you by the back of your thighs and pulls you onto his lap.

"Why are you up before me? You should be sleeping in," his mumbles, nose grazing against yours.

"Force of habit. I made breakfast so let's-" you whelp as Marc rolls you both over. You're now laying flat on the bed and he's hovering over you.

"I was going to make us breakfast."

"I beat you to it."

"Maybe so, but I need to thank you now," he slides down your body until he's off the bed and kneeling at the edge. He grabs your legs and pulls you closer to him. Your legs now hanging off his shoulders. He gives you a smirk as he pushes your sleep shirt up to reveal your underwear.

"Yeah, I think I know what I'm eating for breakfast," he says.

You laugh, "Alright. I hear you," you say as you push your underwear down and slipping one leg out. The garment hanging off your other leg.

He starts with pressing kisses up your thigh until he reaches your core. He gives you a little kiss there before spreading you open. He licks a stripe and you hum in delight. With his left hand, he keeps you open and with his right, he uses his thumb to draw circles on your clit. You writhe under the combination of his touch and his tongue.

"Fuck, Marc," you moan out and he smiles into your pussy, proud that he's causing you to melt right before him.

He fucks you with his tongue, his scruff scraping against your inner thighs adding some pain to the pleasure. You love it and he knows you do.

Marc comes up for air, "How you feelin', baby?"

"So fucking good. Want more."

"You want more?" You nod and Marc's fingers go to your entrance, "How much more do you want, hm? You want one finger?" he asks as he slowly inserts his middle finger.

You shake your head and he smirks, "No? Two then?" his forefinger joins his middle one.

"More, Marc, please," you beg.

Marc grins at you, "Three, huh? You fuckin, greedy aren't you?" he asks as he inserts his ring finger.

"Fuuuuck, yeeees!" you cry out and Marc pumps his fingers in and out of you.

"So sexy baby, taking my fingers," he mumbles as he lowers his head, tongue swirling around your clit.

"Cum on my fingers, sweetheart. I know you want to," he murmurs against your pussy.

You reach down, weaving your hand through his messy curls. You give them a tug, causing Marc to moan. It was your turn to grin.

You hold Marc's face in place as you grind your pussy up into his mouth. He's still moving his fingers in and out of you. He looks up to see the desperation and lust in your eyes. He loves to see you like this.

"Shit, I'm close!" you warn him. His fingers and tongue work faster, he wants you to cum, wants to feel you clench down on his fingers when you do.

"Fuck, fuck! Marc!" you cry out and that familiar wave of pleasure takes over your body as you cum. You hear the gushing and feel the wetness pool around you as you cum on his fingers.

"There we go. Atta girl. That's my baby. Fuck, that's it," he helps you through your orgasm until it becomes to much and you're pushing him away.

Marc pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, "So fucking delicious," you murmurs. He groans as he gets up from his knees and you laugh.

He rolls his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, ha, ha. I know. I'm getting old." He collapses onto the bed beside you and you kiss his cheek.

"My sexy old man."

"Hey, this sexy old man made you cum all over his fingers," he smirks, pecking your lips, "You hungry now?"

You nod, "You?"

He gives you a toothy grin, "I think I'm good for now."

You roll your eyes and sit up, pulling your underwear on and looking at the wetness you left on the floor and bed, "You're cleaning this up."

"Why me? You did that."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't have done it if it weren't your fingers that caused it. So you clean it up."

He snorts, "Fine."

"Love you."

"Love you too, baby."

What a way to start your Monday.

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EYYYYYY lez be moots if we aren't already ☺️🥰🙌

Me every time I encounter a new blog/writer/artist of the OI fandom and I want to be moots with them

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*dying noises* just a daily reminder of my dream job as an actress that died out. 🫠🫠🫠

Tuesdays are poo. I need some Oscar Isaac kisses on my dash!

#oh nothing #just oscar kissing #this is why i wanna be an actress #just to kiss oscar isaac #damn son #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac #oscar isaac hernandez estrada

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Filing these. For future reference 😉😏🙌🤣🤩😍

Oscar Isaac as Outcome #3 in The Bourne Legacy (2012)

#oscar isaac #the bourne legacy #oscar isaac characters #is it only oscar #who can make snow pants slutty

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@mundivagantsoul I KNOWWWW, THEIR BANTER IS SENDING ME 🤣🤣🤣

bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - MOON MAGIC AND MYSTERIES OF THE NIGHT WE MET.

“If this hijo de puta doesn’t shut up–”

Hello to you too, Steven, Marc.

“Hello, Jake”, Steven greeted politely, waving an awkward hello. Marc, on the other hand, merely grimaces before flipping the bird, prompting Jake to chuckle at his host’s childishness.

“Centuries, bloody hell”, Steven exclaimed, not yet realizing the weight of your words. “And how old are you exactly?”

Jake snorted at Steven’s choice of words. “Pendejo, it’s rude to ask a woman her age–”

“You certainly haven’t aged a day”, Marc spoke mainly to himself. Upon hearing his thoughts aloud, you smiled serenely at his silent compliment.

“I like your sense of humor, hermosa–”

It was a lot to take in, and your mind whirled with questions. "Were you ever planning to tell me?"

“We all are”, Steven chimed in, while Jake nodded thoughtfully in silent agreement.

“Thank you, Marc”, you smiled appreciatively. Steven, on the other hand, offered you a giddy smile at the realization that you were no ordinary woman.

“What is it, Steven?” you asked, indulging the curiosity of the British man hovering before you.

Your knowing smile and multiple slow nods prompted Steven’s eyes to almost pop out of their sockets, his mouth agape as he slowly connected the dots with your creative storytelling that night.

“Bloody hell-”

"Yes, that’s right," you began, addressing the man who had saved you during the new moon, "Tell me what happened. Do you know who shot me last night?"

His revelation sent shivers down your spine, and you pressed further. "Knew me well, huh? I’m assuming the bullet was made of wolfsbane?"

“That’s why you fronted. To save her”, Marc said, trying to piece his own memories together. “But how on earth did you survive that attack?”

“About that”, Jake started, now avoiding everyone’s gaze as he kept his eyes directed on the wooden floor of their flat. “Mira’s healed wounds should answer that question”

A sharp intake of breath echoed from Marc and Steven. They exchanged panicked glances, clearly rattled by your revelation.

“Es cierto, cariño”, Jake sighed, finally admitting his long kept secret. "I'm still serving Khonshu as his avatar, as the Moon Knight"

That’s right, honey.

“I am”, Jake Lockley nods, his eyes unwavering. "It's the only way to truly protect all of us."

“Jake, why?” Steven, ever the voice of reason, sought understanding amidst the chaos. “Why continue to serve as Moon Knight?"

"I serve because I have to, not because I want to”, Jake shifted uncomfortably, but his tone remained firm. “It's the only way I can do my job: to protect you both."

“We do not need protecting –”

Suddenly, Jake Lockley's eyes softened, and he revealed something that shocked you to your core. "I've known you for a long time. Even before all of this."

Your heart skips a beat at his words. You stand in the center of the room, your arms wrapped tightly around your own body as you struggle to absorb this revelation.

"What do you mean, you've known me?” you took a deep breath, stepping closer to Jake. “How is that possible?"

The room grew quiet as your mind processed Jake's words. You struggled to remember that night, but everything was shrouded in fog. It felt like a distant dream, something you couldn't quite grasp.

"Wait a minute," Marc interjected, his eyes narrowing. "Jake’s right, we've had countless dreams about that night."

“That’s right, yeah”, Steven nodded in agreement. "Just like what he says - moving stars and shifting constellations. But it was always blurry, nonsensical."

You needed answers, and you needed them now.

"I wish to speak to Khonshu," you declared, your voice unwavering. "Summon your god. I need to hear the truth from him, to explain all of this to me."

END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

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