Tumgik
#jakelcckley
starryevermore · 2 years
Note
☄️ + fmk with our moon knight bois?
ahh no this is too hard 😭
f - marc
m - steven
k(iss) - jake
join my sleepover!
7 notes · View notes
marc-spectorr · 2 years
Note
List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity ✨💛🌻
I love your fanfic too!! Congrats to your follower milestone!! 🫶🏼
omggosh hello, how are youuu !!! okay five things hmM let’s see:
1. seeing you on my dash. i looove the posts you share and i always want to reblog everything i see from you haha
2. daddy óscar isaac hernández estrada 🤍
3. this juicy mango that i’m about to devour on my lunch break skskks
4. my lovely tumblr regulars + nonnies bc y’all really make me smile so hard :’)
5. music for a sushi restaurant by harry styles. this song is literally crack bro.
4 notes · View notes
stevengrcnt · 2 years
Note
List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity ✨💛🌻
Moon Knight/Oscar Isaac content
Making perler beads
Drawing
My cats
My kids at work
1 note · View note
blueberryrock · 2 years
Note
Hello there, i saw your reblog and that you might write a fanfic based on that plot. May i ask if you can tag me once you posted it and join your taglist to your other future moon knight fanfics?? 🥹🫶🏼
Yup! I will definitely add you! And I might start writing that fic tomorrow cause i gotta brainstorm it first!
2 notes · View notes
dystopian-reverie · 2 years
Text
𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 \\ 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩
Title: Loving Marc Spector
Rating: Mature, dark romance and smut, 18+ Minors DNI!!
Content Warnings: gn!reader x Marc Spector, smut, mentions of p in v, rough oral (both of them receiving), knife play, dark romance, mentions and descriptions of blood, fluff, angst+comfort, alcohol consumption, borderline toxic relationship, choking, a freaky reader (it’s the whole package deal, baby ;)
Summary: Being Marc Spector’s lover wasn’t easy, but you would rather cease to exist than wish it was any other way.
A/n: Honestly, this is just a huge mess of a lifestyle fic that tried to encompass all the darkness and softness that came with dating Marc. I hope you enjoy it :) Oh, and I think this would be a much better read if you're listening to Lana Del Rey, The Neighbourhood, or The Arctic Monkeys.
Tag List: @jakelcckley @wowifinallymadeanaccount (just hmu if you want to be on my taglist)
Tumblr media
It was unlike anything anyone would ever feel in their life.
Loving him was tiring. The way he would clam up the moment you seem to scratch through the surface of his high walls. He wanted you to see the pain and aching, wanted to show it all to you, strip himself bare, but being unable to. So he'd show that he loves you the only way he can- stripping you bare and taking you all to himself and making sure that you know you are his, and only his to take, drowning in the sound of you screaming his name.
Loving him was painful. He'd come back home, bloodied and scarred from another life-draining mission, and when asked why he didn't use his suit's healing power, he'd simply place the medical kit in your hands and drop down on the couch.
You'd feel his muscle tense underneath you, trying not to flinch, his grunts barely escaping his mouth as his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs while you toiled away, fixing up his wounds.
"Why do this the hard way?" A question he's heard too many times, paired with those glistening eyes of yours.
"Simply because I can," He'd say, not in any hurry to rush the moment.
Loving him was scary. Eyes of a sinner, the same eyes that held so much potential for care and kindness, boring into you as he ruts into you, tearing cries after cries from your constricted throat. The tight grasp his fingers has over your neck never softens as he uses it as his leverage to make you do whatever he wanted at the moment.
Your legs draped over his shoulders, you'd get reminded quite harshly how Marc wasn't the one who showed mercy when you messed up with each and every thrust.
Loving Marc Spector was your face being raised to meet his, as his eyes, with carnal fascination, closely followed the tears streaming down your cheeks. It was taking in all the pride when he groans out how pretty you looked crying for him. It was not being able to tug on his hair when he closes the little space between you both to lick away the tears, littering kisses all over your face- a soft action while your entrance was being abused over and over, without a break.
It was his calloused thumb stroking your cheeks, spreading the wetness over your hot skin, as his tongue danced against the skin of your neck, leaving scars- a work of art.
Loving him was not knowing what was gonna happen next, a thrill down your spine every time he looks at you with those hooded eyes of his.
Loving him was living in a Lana Del Rey song, accompanied by The Neighbourhood constantly playing around you as the world gets drenched in a black and white filter when he lifts you up and spins you around in the middle of the night. The only time Marc worshipped the moon- when its glow illuminated your laughing face, capturing what he wished he could keep in his eyes forever. Your giggles muffled quickly as he brought you down to meet his lips, kissing you with a tenderness that he rarely showed.
Your fingers would play with his raven locks as your legs wrapped around his waist. He'd hold you up as you caressed him with a tenderness that he never knew.
You'd lose all sense of time looking into those eyes of his, shamelessly mesmerized and deep enough in love to admit you never want to look away.
Marc Spector melted away every bit of inhibition that was left in you, giving you something entirely new. Freedom. For the first time in your life, you felt free. You felt desired and wanted to get drunk in that feeling. You felt all the things that you taught yourself to stash away in a dark corner of your brain, all the things this world had asked you to not feel for that makes you weaker- you felt pretty, you felt beautiful, you felt fragile and yet so safe, you felt the entire cosmos thudding inside your ribcage as his eyes traveled all over your body, his hands following shortly behind.
He showed you a part of yourself that you thought wasn't possible to exist, but yet here you both were, confused beyond limit as to what you both were doing to each other's mind and body, but loving it nevertheless.
Loving him was finally knowing that this was an addiction, this love that you have for Marc Spector was your drug, and you weren't getting clean anytime soon.
A small bedroom, fit for two, only the walls and the bed as witnesses for all the things he did to you.
On some blessed nights, you and Marc would sway along to the music, a bottle of whiskey in one of his hands as his other guided you, and you both would tumble over each other, followed by your fits of slurry giggles.
"Open your mouth, baby," Marc would order, taking a swing from his bottle. You'd obey, as usual, like the good little doll he always said you were and feel the wetness of the alcohol being poured into your mouth, gulping it softly as it burned your throat.
Marc would catch that one drop that slid down your chin with the tip of his tongue and lick it all the way up to your mouth, soon engulfing both of you in a heated kiss, all tongue, and teeth.
Loving him hurts so good. When your knees ache from all the friction the floorboard was creating as your throat struggled to take all of him inside. He would hold your head still with a fistful of your hair in his grasp, fastening his pace as his cock moved in and out of your mouth. His filthy moans, praises, swears, and words would make it all worth it. Yet again, he'd slowly trace his finger over your cheeks as your tears adorned them, glistening. They were his rewards, a sight you knew he craved for.
On especially cruel afternoons, his eyes would narrow down on you, a dark shadow cast over them that made your skin tingle. He would be drenched in the smell of sweat and liquor, yet his stand was unwavering and on guard all the time. His lips turned up into a snarl as he contemplates how to sting you with his words again, his mind twisted as the alcohol continues to mess his head.
You'd try not to cry, not to yell at him, to maintain your composure at all times.
"Why do you make caring for you so hard, Marc?" Your voice would tremble, trying to keep together what was left of your sanity.
"If it's so damn hard, maybe you shouldn't be doing it in the first place," His words cut you up.
"Ever thought about it that way? Hmm?" He advanced toward you, the stench of alcohol clouding your senses. "Maybe you should pack it up and leave me to it because I don't seem to need you, do I?"
"You don't mean that," Your voice was no more than a whisper, trying to sound confident and restraining the doubt and sorrow seeping through.
He let out a breathy laugh. Tracing the outline of your face and tugging a strand of loose hair behind your ears, he lowered himself down to your face.
"Oh baby, how would a person stupid enough to stay with me know what I mean and what I don't," Even while gutting you through his words, his habit of playing with that single track of tear didn't change. He stroked your now tear-stained cheek as he studied you.
"What if every single 'I love you' I've ever told you was a lie?"
Everything inside you would snap all at once as you pushed him back and walked as fast as you could to the bathroom, locking the door swiftly and turning on the shower so it could drown out your sobs. You'd sink down to the floor, your head between your legs.
At times like these, you didn't know how many times you could remind yourself that this was his intrusive thoughts talking, not him. This was a product of his trauma, not the part of him that's working through it. But it still stings, it still hurts like someone was drowning your freshly wounded body inside the salt water.
It wasn't until late at night, that he'd crawl back home to you, with the weight of his words butchering him inside.
He'd find you curled up on the couch, passed out from exhaustion. Stirring from your sleep, you'd be met with a man on the verge of breaking down in front of you. Propping yourself up groggily, you'd see him through your puffy eyes.
"Marc?"
His face would contort in pain, as he fell to his knees beside you, making you fully sit up. Tears would cloud his eyes as he looked down to hide them from you, but not having much control of them.
"Baby, I am so-" His words would get caught in his throat as a sob threatens its way out of him. Apologising wasn't Marc's best area.
A few seconds would pause with neither of you saying anything. You'd see the man crouching in front of you, probably in more pain than most people can imagine.
"Please don't hate yourself," You whispered, ripping away a sob from him.
He looked up at you with bloodshot eyes. "Baby I didn't mean a single word I said," He shook his head, crawling closer to you, afraid touching you anywhere was more than what he deserved.
"It's just, sometimes, my mind, it forces me to think stuff like that, and I was drunk, I couldn't think clearly and I got the darkness to get the better of me. I didn't mean any of that,"
He would go on for minutes together, trying to make you understand how none of that was supposed to happen and how sometimes his mind tries to get rid of anything that gives him happiness.
With a promise of working through it together and both of you patching up each other through words of kindness and assurance, you and Marc would pass out on the couch, holding each other close with a newfound hope that one day, everything would be fine and neither of you would have to get hurt like that again.
Caring for him was exhaustive. But you did it anyway, and you'd do it over and over and over. There were things about each other that neither of you understood. You'd often feel his curious eyes follow you wherever you went, and when you finally looked at him with raised eyebrows and asked him what was wrong, you'd always be met with the same question or other variations of it.
"Why do you even put up with me?"
"I love you, and I find that love worth enough to be with you through everything- the good and the bad" You'd smile simply, not understanding the waves of storms crashing against that man's heart.
Marc Spector was not a man used to feeling loved, you knew that, and you were going to do everything in your power to change that.
Loving him was corrupting you. Venturing into the darkest and deepest parts of yourself was something you prohibited yourself from doing, but when Marc came into your life, all of that changed.
All of your wildest fantasies and desires ran wild whenever he was in your vicinity, and he'd always know. His lips curling into a smirk, he'd wait you out, trying not to make the first move and he sees you through his side vision as you try to not get lost in your thoughts, blushing and trying desperately to ground yourself.
Realizing that his hypersexuality was slowly seeping into your character was terrifying at first, always thinking about taking him all to yourself as you both devour each other whenever you so much as looked at him leaning against the wall. But as time went on, you both decided to temporarily push away the problematic part of hypersexuality and indulge in all the pleasure it offered.
His hands would be snaking behind your waist in no time as both of you crashed into each other within moments of prolonged eye contact. A hundred different ways to explore and push each other's limits, to bring one another to the brink of life and beyond.
Straddling his thighs, grinding against his bulge as his fingers brush over your lips, watching his eyes slowly but hungrily grazing over all of you- everything about the two of you was more than intoxicating.
There was something so incredibly poetic about this love, something so tragic and erotic, so strong and alluring that even thinking about getting out of this burned you from inside.
At times, things that shouldn't happen, according to Marc, do happen, such as you getting stuck in the crossfire in one of his missions.
It was during moments like those you get to see Marc's feral rage that didn't spare anyone who went against him. He wouldn't just 'knock them over', he'd hurt them, bad. And as much as you knew that shouldn't invoke any emotion other than fear, you couldn't help but get enticed by watching that.
He'd be covered in blood, a little bit of his own, and a lot of his enemies, by the time he's done with them, he'd turn around to look back at you, looking at him with something that was not fear. Then it struck him- you weren't as innocent as he initially thought you were. And boy did it rile him up.
Dragging you into a dark alley where there was no chance of anyone getting a glimpse of all the sinful things about to happen, he takes his time studying you to see how this part of him made you react.
He'd bring his hand in front of your face; fresh, gleaming blood on his fingers, lingering inches away from your skin. Your breath hitched on your windpipe as he stroked his thumb against your cheek, smearing the thick liquid on you. The metallic scent, adding on to everything that was going on, was overwhelming your senses.
"Marc," You moaned as he cupped your face, getting all the blood on you. You brought your hand to his own face, tracing all the blood smears, some even from his own wounds.
Pulling him closer to you, you brought your lips near his cheeks, hovering just above them. You could feel his breath, hot and uneven on your neck, adding to the heat gathering down under you.
It was a small peck on his cheek at first, as his hands traveled down your sides, grabbing you tighter and getting blood all over your dress. Then you kissed him all over his face, licking and sucking under his jawline, feeling them clench and release as he basked in a sinister glory.
He knew he damn well shouldn’t do what he was about to, but seeing you dancing on the edge of a darkness so engulfing, his fingers fished out a pocket knife. As soon as you caught up to what he was doing, your heart beat sped up, pounding against your chest, anticipation burning in the pit of your stomach as to what he was going to do.
It wasn’t long before you felt the cold press of the metal against your cheek, grazing ever so lightly as he traced it across your features, watching you intently as he did so.
You didn’t know what has gotten into you, everything was spinning and spiralling down, and all you could think of was Marc and all the malicious things he was doing to you.
Ever so slowly, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, earning a raised eyebrow from him, followed by a dark chuckle that turned your insides upside down. The silver, shining in the dark, brushed ever so softly against your lips before meeting your tongue. A swift and tender lick to the metal was all it took for Marc to finally snap, something dangerous and disturbing awakening inside him.
He withdrew the blade from your mouth and held it against your neck, forcing you to arch your head back. Beautiful. This was all so wrong. Both of you knew you should stop this, but never did. Marc proceeded to fuck you raw, his one hand gripping your thigh that was wrapped around his hips, and the other one holding the knife in its place.
This damned side of him, one that he swore he would never reveal to anyone, let alone the love of his life, was finally being seen, scratch that, was being engulfed wholly, and he loved it. He loved every fucking second of it. He was never letting you go. Never.
Loving him was handing over your trust and power. This was something you and Marc both had problems with at the beginning. Neither of you was used to trusting people so completely that your mind could just finally calm down and rest for some time.
The compulsive urge to be in control of every situation was what brought you two together in the first place, driving you insane. And before you knew it, you both took the battle to the bed, trying to get control of each other.
Your arms would be bruised with the way he gripped you, holding you back from toppling him to his side as you tried to take the upper hand.
Your nails had dug deep into his toned frame, dragging them down and earning a deep growl that invoked something filthy in you.
It took some time for both of you to trust each other with your vulnerability, to finally succumb to the desire to be taken apart completely and put back together.
The first time Marc ever handed his power over to you- a day you'd never forget. Tears pooled in his eyes as he shut them tight, drowning in the pleasure of being taken care of for once. Shaky breaths and sweaty bodies, your moans, and whispers of assurance, praising him and spilling love everywhere as you rode him.
Your fingers moved in and out of his mouth as he tried to keep his wide eyes trained on you, but he couldn't stop them from rolling back at times- such a pretty sight. All hinted to him that maybe, just maybe, this was the part of his life where he can finally unwind.
He trusted you, and that single realization brought about unfamiliar waves of emotions crashing around him.
Loving him was adrenaline coursing through your veins. Marc was a dangerous man, and at times when life seemed to be sunshine and daisies with his adorable alter, you seem to forget that.
The split second in which he can grab a gun and change the course of the fight, his eyes trained on his target like a hawk as his mind contemplated about a hundred different ways to end this.
Loving him was rushing to the getaway car and starting the vehicle for him to slide beside you hastily as your both drove away from danger, hearts pounding and all your senses heightened. Marc would always be on extra edge when you were with him because he'd raise hell if anything happens to you. Having you with him didn't help him on his missions at all, but when you were dragged into the middle of all this, he had no choice but to do this with you.
Surprisingly, it didn't take a heavy toll on you, like how he'd expected. But what did he know? After all, you did fuck him like a filthy slut in a back alley, both of you covered in blood and sweat, with a goddamn knife to your throat.
Loving him meant getting pushed against the wall, having your chin grabbed harshly, making you look up at him as he scolds you, asking you to be more careful and smarter.
The wild, wild glare of his set on the guy who tried to harm you as he proceeded to beat him to half death, stopped only because you stepped in. Eyes and actions of a maniac as soon as he felt like his girl was in danger.
He’d grab your wrists a bit too tight as he checked you for wounds, making sure you were alright in his own ways, despite you reassuring him several times.
You could see the single vessel pulsating on his forehead, all the veins on his arms popping out, glistening from the sweat. His wet hair clung to his forehead as he'd look around, making sure you were alone before giving you a proper punishment for worrying him like that.
You knew you'd follow this man to the end of the Earth, that was the kind of chokehold he had over you. This love was no joke.
Loving him was discovering the soft pleasures. Being Marc Spector's girlfriend, it was rare for you to find a dull moment, and that's why they were so precious for both you and Marc.
Lazy afternoons with both of you doing absolutely nothing but wasting away time, laying on the bed, talking about this and that- the kind of peace and calm Marc had never even dared to wish for.
You'd both buy random things for each other while coming back home, from ice creams to flowers, from fridge magnets to donuts, from a hardcover special edition book that you've been eyeing for weeks to a thin bracelet, or a small pendant to add to that pretty chain of his.
You never let yourself dream about love, for fear of what would happen if you never get to feel that in real life. But you felt it, warm and fuzzy, like a blanket covering you from head to toe in a warm embrace. When Marc massaged your back to release those tension, it mostly lead to both of you fucking on the mattress, slow and deep, pressing every inch of each other's body as the ache oozed away.
Everything was so raw with Marc. From fucking to loving. So unfiltered to the point you were sure that this is what your life was meant to be. When the soft moments come around, you hold on to them, cherishing them forever.
Loving him was poetic. Marc was never a man of words. He was not as smooth as Jake or as heart-melting as Steven, he knew that. He'd look at you, sleeping peacefully beside him, safe in his warm embrace and his heart would ache with all the love that he has for you, but can't get you to see it.
On one of those incredibly frustrating times, he'd finally found his voice. Grabbing your waist and earning a light gasp from you as he interrupted your chore, he held your face so that you couldn't look at anything but him.
For some time, he did nothing but hold you close, taking all of you in; your face, your soft hands perched over his shoulders, his hands perfectly sitting on the curve of your waist, your scent, your hair framing your face.
"I was just a shell of a man who didn't know if I wanted to live or die when I first met you," He said. This was so out of character for him, he realized, as he watched your eyebrows furrow.
He placed his finger on your lips as you opened your mouth to say something.
"Listen to me, baby. But now, you make me want to burn down this whole world if it means I could live with you,"
Too stunned to speak, you let his words sink in as a smile dawned on your face. Marc was only ever used to getting you flustered by his actions, through sex and touch. But now, seeing a bright red bloom on your cheeks, all because he finally decided to let you know how he felt, he tasted paradise.
"You scare me. Your love, this love, scares me," He said. "But the heaven be damned if I'd ever leave you." Placing his forehead on yours, he was only hoping that he wasn't being too cheesy and scaring you away. But all of that nervousness melted away as you flung your arms around him, collecting him in a warm embrace, one that warmed both of your souls and body.
He was poetry. Everything about him was pure, enthralling, poetry. The way the morning light would hit his face and his bare body was the first thing you saw every day you woke up made your heart full.
Holding his palm in yours as he finally opened up to you, a strong feat that even he didn't know was possible- poetry.
The way his smile adorned his face, his eye crinkles appearing more profound as a genuine laugh would encase you in a warm bubble, a melody to your ears- poetry.
The way he was in the middle of getting the fourth orgasm out of you that night, with his fingers and tongues working miracles on you as you lay there, a sobbing, sweating, and panting mess under him, basking in his praises and commands- poetry.
Marc Spector was the love of your life. There was so much love to give, and so much to take. This love was how you started living, and this love was going to be the death of you. There is only Love & Lust and Love & Lust and Love & Lust...
492 notes · View notes
Note
11 - with steven grant please <3
11. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” “It’s ok. We’ll figure it out - together.”
I'm so sorry this is so short >_<
(English isnt my first language. Please pardon any grammatical/spelling mistakes. Gifs not mine)
Tumblr media
You entered the dingy flat, discarded your shoes and coat and ran straight to the bedroom. You had dropped all your meetings scheduled for the evening and rushed to your boyfriend's apartment as soon as you heard his wavering voice from the other side of the phone. You walked into the bedroom, finding him curled up in himself and hugging himself tightly.
You walked forwards and wrapped your arms around his shoulders tightly. You could feel him shake beneath you.
"Oh baby. What happened?"
Steven sniffled and ran a finger through his hair and told you all that happend. How he saw a person in the mirror, how he was surrounded by menacing men, how he nearly shit his pants at the sight of a large creature. 
"I think I'm going mad, Y/N. I keep seeing stuff and I-" Steven faltered and sobbed violently. Your heart clutched at the plight of the man in front of you. He seemed so hurt. You wanted to hug him and tell him the truth. Let him know that he wasn't going crazy. But you had made a deal. 
"Hey. Hey. Look at me. Come on." You turned him towards you.
"You're not going mad, Stevie. It's-"
"No I really am. Today was bonkers. I saw a rabid dog in the museum. He chased after me. I was scared shitless. And now I think I made that all up because obviously that cant be true." He rambled on.
You looked at him, guilt and sympathy boiling in your heart. You placed a hand onto his cheek and touched your foreheads together.
"I don't know whats wrong with me." Steven whispered through his sobs. 
"It's okay, my love. We'll figure this out. Together." 
MK taglist : (lmk if yoy want to be added/removed)
@xoxoloverb @sleepymaya @jakelcckley
262 notes · View notes
1donoow · 9 months
Text
MCU REC
PT.4
......
♡ - smut
Most of them are fluff
......
<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post
Wanda maximoff
Warren Worthington
Moon knight
Tumblr media
Wanda maximoff
@steinfellds - little witch (child!reader)
———————————————————————
Warren Worthington
@tomhiddelstonandzaynmalik - Warren being a total simp for you would include
———————————————————————
Moon knight
@bibli0thecary - daylight
@forever-rogue -bad day
- honey baby sugar sweetheart
- two for one
@starryeyedstories - ___
@astraldelights - meet cute
- still moments
@babyboiboyega - these shadows of mine
@stevesbestgirl - excited
@mxxnknights - how you and steven got together
@mikrowrites - fate goes pt 4
@brekkers-desigirl - sunshine
@myfictionaldreams - a long night
- sucking ♡
@ballerinabelova - undone ♡
@stormkobra-5 - egyptian knights
@dandyytrash - little miss sunshine pt.1
@angelltheninth - moon boys reacting to you wearing their clothes
- kissy moon boys
- moon boys reacting to blowjob ♡
- moon boys finding out that the reader has a severe food allergies
@peterman-spideyparker - domestic adonis
@copiasratx - the dress
- writers block
@babyboibucky - first time a charm
@scarab-ofmoonknight - the insomniac
- trip to the bookstore
@spectoris - here with you
@commander-sunshine - slept in
- peace lily and english ivy
@ruby-dragon - cramps
@negasonicteenagemess - loveless god
@moonlit-eddie - In a relationship with the Moon Boys
- loverboys ♡
@bunnysfics - foodies
@amandav09 - feeling of comfort
@marc-spectorr - somewhere we only know
@moon-charmer -___ (avenger!reader)
@sailorkamino - hospital bed confessions
- chaotic
- cities of love (avenger!witch!reader)
- star(gazing)wars
- delivery
@starks-hero - the truly is rarely kind
@mermaid-trash - objection
@slimearchon - seething jealousy
@daredev1ls - happily
@cruella-de-liv - can i be close to you
@headedstraightforfrankcastle - you and stevens relationship with food
@spider-starry - ___ (shy!reader)
@clayworldwanderer - steven nervously grabbing your hand on a date
@jakelcckley - reacting to you having fast reflexes
@vi-sinner - teach me ♡
@flightsoffandom - not the jealous types
@copiasratx - how steven hold you
@that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main - steven grant dating a waitress
@imaginestuffs - 1,2,3 kisses
@catholicdaredevil - thumb on the belt loop
@marvelsswansong - clumsy
@kissitbttr - so pretty,your such a blessing
@nyx-aira - moonknight characteristics with a sarcastic reader
@multific - my girl
@homiesexual-or-homosexual - avatars
Tumblr media
24 notes · View notes
loki-hargreeves · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
Hey lovelies! Here’s some fic recs of the wonderful fics I’ve read this June. As I’m always looking to read more fanfiction, I would be delighted if you recommended me stuff to read as well.
This month has yet again been quite a moon knight centered one...
Fluff - 🌻 Angst - 🥀 Smut/Explicit - 🍑
Some fic writers I’ve discovered this month:
@michinnyun
@mkfluffluv
@myfictionaldreams
@the-archxr
@the-little-ewok
@wysteria-clad
@thisisarcanereverie 
@thepsychewrites
@slightlypossessed​
@masterninjacow​
@bensolosbluesaber​​​
Moon Knight:
Fallen from heaven, grown on earth [Steven Grant x f!Reader and Marc Spector x f!Reader] by @davosmymaster  🍑 🌻🥀
I’m getting to know someone [Marc Spector x f!Reader and Steven Grant x f!Reader] by @davosmymaster  🌻 🥀
No Simple Man [Steven Grant x f!Reader] by @michinnyun 🍑
A Future Without You [Marc Spector x Reader] by @mkfluffluv  🥀
Favourite toy [Steven Grant x f!Reader] by @myfictionaldreams  🍑
Homecoming [Marc Spector x gn!Reader] by @luke-o-lophus 🥀🌻
Knight...Mr Knight [Steven Grant x f!Reader] by @the-archxr  🍑
Our Little Thing [Marc/Steven/Jake x Reader] by @wysteria-clad  🌻
DON’T BLAME ME (LOVE MADE ME CRAZY) [Marc Spector x f!Reader] by @jakelcckley  🍑
How I imagine Steven Grant cuddles [Steven Grant x Reader] by @thisisarcanereverie  🌻
Iced Out [mainly Marc Spector x f!Reader] by @charnelhouse 🍑
Cheer Me Up Before You Go Go [Steven Grant x f!Reader] by @missdictatorme  🍑
Familiar Voice [Steven Grant x f!Reader] by @eloisegrant  🍑
Repeat After Me [Jake Lockley x f!Reader] by @thepsychewrites 🍑🥀
Keepsake [Marc/Steven/Jake x f!Reader]by @wysteria-clad  🌻
Sleepy Thief [Marc Spector x Reader] by @slightlypossessed  🌻
Marc helping you shower after you’ve been attacked [Marc Spector x Reader] by @grantfilms  🥀
dlz ; jake lockley. [mainly Jake Lockley x gn!Reader] by @masterninjacow 🥀🌻
Baking Lessons [Marc Spector x f!Reader] by @bensolosbluesaber  🌻🍑🥀
It’s All Your Fault [Marc Spector x gn!Reader] by @kindaephemeral​ 🥀
Flowers [Marc Spector x f!Reader] by @mrsknightt​  🥀🌻
Star Wars:
The F Word [Poe Dameron x gn!Reader] by @the-little-ewok  🥀🌻
Green, Green Dress [Poe Dameron x f!Reader] by @disabledameron  🍑
The Night that Follows [Poe Dameron x f!Reader] by @roanniom​ 🍑
Guilt [Anakin Skywalker x Reader] by @dracowars​  🥀
Marvel Characters:
Never Worn White [Stephen Strange x f!Reader] by @gaitwae​  🌻
My Pet [Loki x f!Reader] by @sarahscribbles​  🍑
Caught you! [Loki x Reader] by @gaitwae​ 🌻
Other Oscar Isaac characters:
Praise [Santiago Pope Garcia x f!Reader] by @millenialcatlady​ 🍑
In Too Deep [Blue Jones x f!Reader] by @relatable-trxsh​  🍑
144 notes · View notes
emerald-chaos · 2 years
Text
wake up babes, new blog name just dropped
bemine-bucky -> emerald-chaos
i felt like it was time for a change and to make my blog a little more multi-fandom friendly (since i am a whore for all)
tagging some mooties who don't already know under the cut
@sweeterthanthis @stevengrcnt @marcspectorsmember @msmarvelwrites @stranger-nightmare @mothdruid @ofstarsandvibranium @purpleshallot @adoringdanvers @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @thefallenbibliophilequote @dreamlessinparis @onsunnyside @the-iceni-bitch @hey-its-grey @n00t-no0t @clints-lucky-arrow @theluxuriousfangirl @cockslutpadalecki @musingsinmoonlight @mandofury @jakelcckley @xxindiglow @pellucid-constellations @treatbuckywkisses @sightiff @afriendlyblackhottie @aquariusbarnes @aphrogeneias @dirtychocolatechai @inklore
68 notes · View notes
ninebluehearts · 1 year
Text
15 questions, 15 people
Thanks for the tag @ruby-dragon !!💕
Nickname: Han
Sign: Taurus
Last thing I googled: Femme Rose perfume
Height: 5'6
Song stuck in my head: All For Us (Zendaya only)
Amount of sleep: 6-8 hours, but it varies
Number of followers: 451 :')💕
Dream job: Astronaut
Wearing: Gray flannel, black sweats, black socks
Movies/books that summarize you: Addams Family ('91)
Favorite song: That's so hard- right now it's again, All for Us (Zendaya only), because I cannot get over how pretty her voice is
Favorite instrument: Drums
Aesthetic: It varies tbh. Sometimes it's more grunge, but then sometimes it's more dark/light academia
Favorite author(s): Shaun David Hutchinson
Random fun fact: I prefer going to bed late and waking up in the afternoon. I'm so tired of saying "I'm gonna fix my schedule," because I honestly don't want to 🤷🏻‍♀️
No pressure tags: @emmymaehereeeeee @bit-dodgy-innit @bitchy-marvel-dude @blackberries45 @lunalockley @lovinblueheart99 @myradiaz @prasy @venus-haze @moonlightgrant @steven-grants-lovers @marc-spectorr @jakelcckley @the-archxr @hot-mess-express1
12 notes · View notes
jakelcckley · 2 years
Text
Steven every time someone calls him with a wrong name:
Tumblr media
4K notes · View notes
starryevermore · 2 years
Note
✨ + 41. Did you always know that you are going to leave? & 46. I'm not good enough for you, aren't I? with Marc Spector please!
It's from the darkloadofthesimp prompt list. Like the reader found out that marc is leaving her because she found out about layla or something 🥹 idk if its allowed to ask for one shot/fic/blurb containing two prompts, but if its not, then you can pick anything out of the two 🫶🏼 so excited for your sleepover event!! 💥🫶🏼 Love your blog babes ❤️
this was only meant to be a few hundred words but it accidentally spawned into a full oneshot lmaoo 😂 but it's been posted! i hope you enjoy <3
the best for him
7 notes · View notes
marc-spectorr · 2 years
Text
hey friends! i just wanna ask about your thoughts on something, especially to those part of my fic taglist.
i’ve been doing lots of headcanon/blurbs/drabbles lately and i’m curious if you’d be interested in a “weekly wrap up of stuff i’ve written” (i’ll come up with a better name for it i promise). basically at the end of each week, i’ll link all of the work i’ve shared in a masterlist post so that no one misses anything. i’ll also be tagging the readers on my list that way they’re updated too :)
idek is this a good idea? let me know lol
@milkiane @dopeqff @liaaacantwrite @raging-trash-of-mind @daydreamingchaos713 @tinysquirrrrelgirl @khonshus-wife @loonymagizoologist @thelaststraw3 @irethepotato @syrma-sensei @mad-malory @allthingsvicf @victoriaarantza @battaltt @juleslovesfics @j-n-h-p @mooonlight-and-stars @xcatnapsx @dailydoseofchoices @izbelross @mrs-holmes @avatar-of-procrastination @darthxochitl @doomsdaybby @jakelcckley @xdarkcreaturex @glitteringhippie @fleurated @kyrst1n @n0ripeaches @bxmxtx @elaine-spades @mona-has-friends @ghostlyreads @later-gators12 @rmoonstoner @lluckpng @kezibear @valromanoff
43 notes · View notes
spectorofkhonshu · 2 years
Text
Hey @jakelcckley, this came across my FYP page and I immediately thought of you 😅
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTdtMkkbg/?k=1
5 notes · View notes
dystopian-reverie · 2 years
Text
Making two random Marvel characters meet #1
The Moon Boys and Kamala Khan
Tumblr media
Warning: Mentions of trauma only if you squint, nothing else.
This is just a headcanon that's been running around my mind for a while. I just think that they all would have a cool character arc together.
Of course, the headcanons have next to no chance of happening anyway.
This was written before the Ms. Marvel series was even completed, so this is pretty vague and contains no plotlines or might not be in sync at all with what might happen in MCU's future.
A/n: Felt physical pain knowing that Muslims don’t usually celebrate Raksha Bandhan (pls do correct me if I’m wrong because I learnt this from Google) because I’d give right about anything for Kamala to tie Rakhi on Marc’s wrist and him not taking it off for the whole day.
Tag list: @jakelcckley @wowifinallymadeanaccount @devilish-mirage @later-gators12 @wast3ofurtim3
Tumblr media
The way I see it, this duo could be the next “grumpy yet cool dad figure adopting an over-eager teenager with who they bonded quite a bit, and would definitely screw up anyone who hurt them” dynamics in MCU, following Tony-Peter and Stephen-America.
If their first-ever meeting was during super-heroing, whoever is fronting would most definitely go "Who the FUCK is letting a 16-year-old fight crimes around here? I'd like to have a word with them" and proceed to draw all the attention to him so she doesn't get hurt.
Let's say it's Marc who met her first. Fast forward a few minutes, he is clearly getting his ass handed to him and Kamala swoops in to save the day. They decide to team up, and after a messy, but successful mission nevertheless, they'd go get ice cream or a drink.
Kamala would immediately bombard him with questions, about his superhero origin story and how long he's been doing this because "Trust me, I know right about everything there is to know about the Avengers and you're not one of them."
"Far from it, kid," he'd grumble. "I'm the avatar of the Egyptian God, Khonshu" He'd explain how being an avatar works as she'd listen intently, taking in the fact that Egyptian mythology was indeed very real, as the Norse ones. "So, as I said earlier, I don't do team work, I'm better off alone,"
"But what you did back there was awesome!" She'd exclaim in dismay. "And the suit changes mid-fights? One moment you have this long cape fluttering behind you wherever you go and the next second you look like you're going to a serial killer met gala,"
That's when Marc truly laughs. It wasn't every day he met someone who doesn't want to kill him, let alone someone who was filled with life and enthusiasm and doesn't keep him on the edge all the time.
He could see Jake smiling in the reflection. "I like this kid. She's got spunk," He'd say, getting a warning glare from Marc.
He could see Steven in the back muttering something about "Serial killer met gala" and couldn't stop smiling to himself.
"The suit changes because the person who is wearing it changes, kid," he says and proceeds to explain about Steven and Jake, all the while she listens to him dumbfound.
"So, in a way," She'd smirk, "You're already doing teamwork. You just don't like being around other people,"
"Can't argue with that," he'd shrug. "Right. Don't you have any normal work to do? What do you kids your age do? Study, party? Why are you here?"
When he learns about her story, he realizes how much of her family and her ethnicity's history is bestowed upon this little kind. A part of him was impressed, and another part was mad that a teenager had to bear the mantle of representing an entire community, and if she ever messed up, bad people were going to come not only after her but her people too.
He'd feel his heart breaking for her because she was so young and innocent, she hadn't yet seen the fate of what happened to people who chose this path or what toll being a hero would take on her.
"That's her decision, Marc," Jake would chime in.
"She's just a child, Jake," Both he and Steven would hiss, their headspace immediately breaking into chaos.
I think there is so much potential for an awesome dynamic here.
Kamala and Marc would be the ultimate sunshine and sunshine protector TM duo ever. Layla would sometimes tease him about him basically being her brother figure, but he'd brush it off, grumbling about how he's just not letting that kid get into anything stupid.
It'd take him hours of convincing and some expensive chocolates to keep her from making a video about him and posting it on her youtube channel.
"Dude, it has like 5 subscribers anyways, and all of them are my friends," She'd whine, but would finally agree to keep his identity a secret.
Whenever Kamala would rant about her family, Marc would listen to her, wishing he could tell her how lucky she is to have a family that cares for her and loves her so much.
Kamala would sometimes be tip-toeing around that topic. Ever since Marc told her about his DID, she'd been researching about that and it came to her knowledge that this disorder develops in little kids who have gone through extreme trauma. She couldn't for the life in her imagine what would've happened. Abusive parents? Rough childhood and foster care system? He'd never talk about any of it and Kamala never tries to push it.
Marc would explain to her what having DID was like, and how he found out that he wasn't alone and shared his adventures with her. He wasn't great at narrating stories, so Kamala had to do most of the work, pulling sentences from him that would paint the perfect picture of the story he was trying to tell her.
She'd also brush up on her knowledge of Ancient Egypt and whenever she tried to geek about it, Marc would chuckle. "Steven's not available at the moment, try again later."
Muneeba's cooking was Marc's favorite. He'd traveled nearly all around the globe and had to eat a lot of dishes from various cultures, but he's always had a knack for Desi food, he found out, no matter how spicy it was. He'd huff and puff through it, his face red and hot but he'd be too proud to admit that the food's a bit too spicy.
Kamala would smirk, and tell him how she finally has a companion other than Bruno and doesn't have spice tolerance either.
If Kamala ever gets injured mid-fight, better take it for granted that whoever was responsible for that is going to get shredded to pieces. He would fight with such violence and vigor, not in front of her of course, that even Jake would be impressed.
Marc would feel less like a mistake and try to enjoy the lightness the kid brings whenever they hung out.
"Look, kid, if you want to survive out in the world with the kind of powers that you have, then you have to learn to physically fight too, alright, don't always rely on your superpowers, you never know what might happen," He had finally said one day, after Jake pestering him for a week straight.
"Jake, Steven, and I are gonna help you, and teach you how to fight," He'd say and be met with an over-enthusiastic and excited Kamala.
He'd soon realize how much he underestimated the kid because even without using her powers, with all the fighting, the kid has gotten physically and mentally stronger. Maybe she can survive this after all.
He couldn't help but worry at times about the inevitable- she's going to lose somebody close to her. An unsettling feeling would take over him, as he realized how much it would break him to see the kid in pain.
Kamala and Steven are probably the softest and most enthusiastic duo who aren't family related in the MCU.
Usually, when Steven is fronting, nearly the whole time would pass by as they both take turns sharing their knowledge on different things that interest them.
Muneeba doesn't understand how Kamala is sliding in random Egyptian facts in everyday conversation and doesn't remember buying her that large Encyclopedia of Egypt that sat heavily on her study table. Probably a gift from Bruno, she had shrugged it off.
If Steven ever got the chance to meet her family or already knows them in the story, he'd definitely help Muneeba around the house with all the work. Breaking through a Desi mother's doubts and initial distrust was probably his greatest achievement, he'd tell Marc and Jake.
This man would have ZERO tolerance for spice and the family would try to stifle their laughs as Kamala brings him cold water and curd to ease the burning. Muneeba made a note to go easy on the chili whenever Steven was around.
Steven Grant was a patient man, and Kamala liked to test that by going "Alright what's all this then," and "It's chewsday, innit?" in a terrible English accent all the time. Jake and Marc adored her for this very reason.
And let us not forget about Kamala's dad and Steven watching cricket matches together!! Those two would lose their minds during every sixers and fours, and wicket. They'd often get into heated discussions about the players and their styles, and historic cricket matches. They both would put the match's commentators to shame.
Kamala might ask for Steven's help whenever she had a history test, and Steven would spend hours teaching her the study materials and helping her memorize all the dates and places and major events fast because he was easily the best teacher Kamala has ever encountered in her life.
When she jokingly mentioned that, Steven felt so proud of himself, not something he was used to feeling.
Kamala is the best wingman for The Boys and Layla. They might be divorced, or complicated or working through it, but whenever Kamala was around, she would, in her own ways, try to help the boys out.
Whenever a mission was getting out of hand, his first priority would always be getting Kamala to safety, though as time went on, he learned to let her fight beside him because she was equally, if not more, stronger and powerful than him.
Kamala and Jake would be the definition of a disaster duo that raised the blood pressure of anyone and everyone around them.
He mostly never fronted when any of Kamala's family members were around. He had met Bruno tho and promptly traumatized that kid with his gruesome stories. Kamala would shove him in the ribs to make him stop, but he'd only keep smirking as he watched Bruno fumble around him.
He'd have zero verbal filters around the kid, earning him a string of warnings from both Steven and Marc which he blissfully ignored. He'd also not bother about beating guys to a pulp whenever she was around, unlike his other alters who were always careful to not use too much violence. Though it made Kamala queazy sometimes, she wouldn't say anything because Jake was the only one who she felt treated her like an adult who can handle things instead of a child who didn't know what she was doing.
Jake would be the one to spoil Kamala so much. He'd buy her whatever she wants on one condition: she exceeds in her superhero training program (but he just buys the random stuff she asks for anyways).
Kamala would try to learn Spanish from Jake, and he'd try to learn Urdu from her. It wasn't a thing they did voluntarily, they didn't set up classes or did it on purpose. They both would say something in their mother tongue and the other would ask what it means and they would go on teaching and learning for minutes together.
One time Jake even gave Kamala and Bruno a ride to their school in his infamous "SPKTR" Limousine that had the whole school turn around and look at them. "Enjoy the attention for the day," He'd say and drive off.
He'd often ask her if he wants to meet Khonshu knowing damn well Kamala can't see him (or can she, with her having Noor ancestry) but never got the chance to because he'd brush it off as a joke- a result of Marc, Steven and Khonshu yelling in the back for him to stop.
Jake usually steered clear out of the way of emotions and feelings. To him, existing while having fun and being wild was all that mattered. At least that was how he planned on spending his days. One day, he was flipping through Kamala's infamous sketchbook that was filled with superheroes and her friends, fictional characters she loved, or basic landscape sketches, and found illustrations of him, Marc, and Steven, fighting or just their basic character profiles.
He'd marvel at Kamala's talent. She really had the hands of an artist. That's when his eyes flicked to the captions beside or beneath every image that'd describe their superpowers or how she viewed them.
He could recognize his sketch pretty easily. The bloke with a boy cap and a suit, leaning over his limousine and a gun in his hand and mouth turned up in a smirk.
'Kid truly captured my essence,' He'd think. "Partner in Crime," He read the caption scribbled beside the illustration, smiling to himself a bit. "Coolest, deranged, uncle figure"
He never cared for much in this world, really. But if there was one thing he was good at, it was fighting for people he cared for. The list didn't have anyone other than Marc and Steven and only a couple of other people he'd seen in his short life, and Kamala was right beside the two idiots he shared his body with.
The Moon Boys and Kamala would be a fun and dangerous duo who have one of the most unique dynamics in the MCU, with so much potential for joint character development and arcs.
230 notes · View notes
Note
Could you do 4 and 6 with Steven Grant?
Thank you for sending in the req!! I'm really sorry about the rather abrupt ending.
My first fic of the followers celebrations list 🥳
Prompts : 4. “I love how you look in my shirt.” 6. “You getting so flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.”
Warnings : contains suggestive material, allusions to sex, nudity. 18+ content below the cut
(English isnt my first language. Please pardon any grammatical/spelling mistakes. Gifs not mine)
Tumblr media
You softly hummed to yourself as you stirred the warm cup of tea in your hand. You were lost in your thoughts and didn't register a presence behind you. A pair of soft hands wrapped themselves around your midsection, causing you to jump up in alarm.
"Steven! You scared the living daylights outta me!" You hit him lightly in the chest. He laughed softly and pulled you closer into his embrace. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and you let out a content sigh.
Mornings like these with Steven were heavenly. He kissed the back of your neck, causing goosebumps to spread. You shivered under his touch and he smirked at your reaction. He started trailing kisses from the back of your neck to your ear, all to your nose, finally landing on your lips. He placed the cup of tea in your hand on the counter, turned you around and placed his lips on yours hungrily.
You giggled at his eagerness and returned the kiss just as filthily.
"Someone's eager."
"What can I say, love. I love how you look in my shirt." He whispers as his hands slide underneath the fabric and traces patters on the side of your stomach. He left feather like touches all over your body, trailing his fingers along the curve of your back before cupping your breasts, lovingly. A finger ran over the sensitive nipple of your breast and you suddered a loud moan. Unable to form any coherent thoughts, you arched your back, allowing him more access to your breasts.
Steven pulled the navy blue shirt over your head and watched eagerly as your breasts bounced. He cupped them again and whispered, "I missed you darlings."
Your face grew hot at his antics and felt his breath fan over your exposed chest and grunted at him, telling him to touch you where you needed him to.
“You getting so flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.” Steven chuckles.
You pout at him before pulling his face to yours.
"Shut up and fuck me."
"As you wish, love."
Moonknight Taglist (lmk if you want to be added/removed) : @sleepymaya @jakelcckley @xoxoloverb
242 notes · View notes