Imagine waking up in your Moon boyfriend's arms, he begins brushing your hair to the side, kissing up the back of your shoulder all the way to your ear and whispering things in Spanish. You'd giggle and ask if he's learning a new language, completely unaware it's a new alter until you turn around and see the dangerous and unfamiliar look on his face đ
Cheer Me Up Before You Go Go - Moon Knight đâš
Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader, slight Marc Spector x F!Reader
Summary: You have a crush on your sweet neighbour, and after Steven's bad date emotions surface. As the sexual tension between you grows impossible to ignore, a third party joins the chat, so to speak.
Genre: Fluff & Smut đ, tiny Angst
Warnings: sexy time with Steven, oral (f&m), dirty talk, bit of daddy kink (because Marc can't shut the fuck up when Steven is finally getting some), đđ
A/N: Please ignore the lame title đ (also fistbump if you read it with the song's tune). Feedback is always appreciated â„ïž
You were a tiny bit of jealous. Steven just told you he's gonna go on a date with a nice lady from the museum, and he even asked you if it's okay to buy her chocolate and flowers.
"If it's okay to-? What the hell Steven, that's the sweetest thing! If she doesn't marry you on the spot I'll kick her ass!" - you told him cheerfully and he gave you his shy smile with that tiny little blush.
He also dressed up nice. You wished a man actually did these little things for you instead of just sendig you the fucking eggplant emoji.
You wished him luck and sighed dreamily after him as he walked towards the elevator.
He was so cute. How can a grown ass man be so good looking but also so shy?
He gave you an excited wave as the elevator door closed and you gave him a thumbs up with a big grin.
He was also a little bit weird. You sometimes heard him scream in the mornings or the middle of the night. Because of nightmares you guessed. He also looked tired and disoriented like 99% of the time. First you were a bit cautious around him, but once he witnessed when the bottom of the bag you were carrying groceries in ripped and everything was rolling in every direction on the corridor, he hurried over without hesitation and helped you carry everything inside. You offered him a cup of tea as a thank you which he accepted, and from then on you became friends.
You bit the inside of your cheek and sighed after him one last time, then walked back into your partment to get ready for a night out with some of your co-workers.
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Around midnight you arrived home, you didn't want to stay longer, because you didn't really liked the music at the disco you went to and a bunch of really drunk guys were hitting on all of you, and it totally killed your mood.
As you waited for the lift to go up, you reached down to pull the bottom of the little black cocktail dress lower on your thighs and pulled the tiny strap back on your shoulder when it rolled down by the previous action. You were wearing high heels and you exited the elevator without as much as a wobble, but there was a sudden flicker of lights and it caught you off guard, making you jump a little, but it was enough to somehow twist your ankle and fall to your knees with a yelp.
"Awww, are you fucking kidding me?!" - you hissed in pain as you rolled on your ass and looked at your right ankle.
Suddenly one of the doors opened and an absolutely miserable-looking Steven stepped out to look around.
His sad eyes widened in panic when he saw you on the floor and he hurried to you.
"Oh, god, are you alright?" - he asked as he crouched down in front of you, putting one of his hands on your shoulder.
"I fell, and now my ankle hurts." - you said lamely, feeling ashamed.
"Which one?"
You pointed to the right one and he reached down with both hands to gently inspect it. You hissed when he pushed his thumb with a little bit of force on the outside of your ankle and he quickly apologized.
"I'm sorry. I think you twisted it, it already started to swell." - he said as he looked at you and his hand moved absentmindedly up your leg.
You wanted to reply something, but your whole brain shut down when you felt his hot palm on your bare calf.
"Can you stand up?" - he asked you.
"Uhhhh... I don't know."
"Let's take those high heels off and try, yeah?"
You nodded and watched as he pulled them off and held them in one of his hands. He stepped next to you and leaned down moving your left arm around his neck and he wrapped his right one around your waist.
"One, two, three, up she goes!"
You sent out a quick prayer to not make a fool out of yourself for not being able to push yourself up with one leg despite being helped, but Steven lifted you up with a surprising ease.
"Ah, thanks, my ass was freezing down there."
"Well, not surprised, this dress doesn't do much to keep you warm." - he commented as he helped you limp towards your door.
You giggled, you could think of a few things on how he could warm you up.
"Where were you anyways?"
"Out with some friends from work, but the place we went to was pretty lame, so we decided to call it a night."
Steven nodded and you both stopped in front of your door. You reached in your bag to search for your keys to open it.
"Speaking of friends from work, how was the date?" - you asked as you looked at him and wiggled your eyebrows.
You felt as his body tensed up for a second, then he cleared his throat.
"The date? It went pretty well, yeah. It was pretty good."
"Ah, yes. That's why you looked like shit when you came out of your apartment." - you said as you unlocked the door and Steven guided you inside.
"It was my fault. Where?"
"Couch. How come?"
"I uh... I was late." - he said as he helped you sit down.
You looked at him confused as he walked to your kitchen to get some ice.
"But you told me the date was at seven and you left around six thirty."
"Yeah." - came his sheepish reply.
"And you were still late?"
"Yeah."
"Where was this steak house, next city?" - you joked, but when he came back with a plastic back full of ice, his eyes looked quite sad, despite him smiling.
He sat next to you on the couch, put a pillow in his lap for extra support and patted the top of it. You moved both of your feet there, you started to feel self-conscious in the little cocktail dress you were wearing and you didn't want to make the situation awkward by accidentally making him see something. The dress wasn't that short, but it was around your mid-thighs, and the cleveage was also pretty revealing.
Steven also noticed that. When he saw you on the floor his first instinct was to make sure that you were alright, but when he saw that there wasn't any seriois injury, he would be lying if he said his eyes didn't wander over your form.
He mostly saw you in casual clothes like sweatpants and loose shirts or jeans and a nice top, but he never saw so much of your skin uncovered.
He wouldn't say it wasn't pleasing though.
He cleared his throat and gently grabbed your leg above your ankle and put the pack of ice against the swollen area. When you hissed at the cold and tried to pull away your foot, he held it in place.
"Sshh, you're gonna get used to it." - he sushed you with a calm voice, but he yelped in surprise when a pillow landed in his face.
"Why did you do that?!" - he asked shocked.
"So I'm not the only one suffering!" - you said loudly. - "Oh my god, it hurts and it's cold and I can't take it anymore, just cut it off, doc!" - you squirmed on the couch in pain, but Steven just snickered as you grabbed another pillow and pushed your face in it.
"It's just a strain, we're not gonna cut it off!" - he told you and with his hand he started to massage your calf to give you some relief.
A tiny moan escaped your throat at the action, and you hoped it was muffled by the pillow. Goosebumbps started to appear on your legs, starting at your ankles and slowly creeping up towards your thighs. First you weren't sure if it was because of the cold ice, or his warm touch, but when the tingly feeling in your abdomen forced you to push your thighs together, you knew you were in trouble.
Sweet, selfless, caring Steven. With a handsome face and kind eyes, and smooth voice with a usually cheerful uptone.
You wondered just how late he was from his date, if he looked so sad right now. You guessed that woman either left him a rude message or they had a very unpleasant conversation about it.
"So, uh... no chance for a second date with that woman?"
Your voice brought Steven back from whatever zone his mind was at that moment. - Thruth was, he simply just wondered at how good your legs felt under his fingertips.
"Uhm, no, I don't think so... She told me to lose her number." - he said with those adorable puppy eyes of his.
At that, your own eyes widened.
"What?! You bought her chocolate and flowers, in my book it compensates of being a little late."
For a few seconds Steven looked at you thinking.
"Promise you're not gonna laugh?"
Your eyebrows knit together. He looked so helpless and tired and... scared.
"Of course."
First he looked torn, like he wanted to tell you what was on his mind, but at the same time he didn't. After he stopped chewing on his lower-lip, he confessed.
"I was two days late."
"Uhh, what?"
"The date was on Friday."
You looked towards the ceiling while you pursed your lips, trying to think with your little bit tipsy brain. You didn't drink much, but you still weren't completely sober either and it took time for you to process information.
After a little bit of counting you looked back at him.
"And today is Sunday."
He nodded.
"So you, mixed up the days, happens to all of us." - you shrugged, but when you saw as tears welled up in Steven's eyes, you could swore you heard as your heart cracked.
"But I was fully convinced that today is Friday?! Like I went to sleep on Thursday and I woke up today! So I thought today IS Friday cause I have no memory of the last two days!"
When the first sob escaped him, you moved your legs from his lap and ignoring the pain you kneeled next to him and pulled him in your arms.
You didn't know when was the last time that this man recieved a hug, but after the first initial shock while he processed that he indeed was touched, he wrapped his arms around your waist and put his face on your chest, breaking down.
You held him strongly, letting him lean into you, while you stroked his hair with one hand and his back with his other.
"I'm losing days of my life and I don't know why. I'm so scared."
"Sshh. I'm here. It's okay. We'll figure it out. I'm here." - you shushed him with quiet whispers and you felt him hold you tighter.
After a few minutes he seemed to calm down a little. His crying stopped and he was taking slower and deeper breaths now.
Slowly, he pulled away to look up at you.
"We?"
"Hmm?" - you asked as you cupped his face gently with one hand and with your other you tucked his hair away from his forehead. You smiled when the curls fell back right after you moved your hand back.
"We will figure it out?" - he asked quietly as his eyes wandered over your features, stopping at your lips.
You nodded as you looked down too and let out a small giggle when you noticed something at the corner of his mouth.
"There's a little bit of chocolate there." - you whispered as you tried to gently wipe it away with your thumb.
Steven's posture tensed, realizing he probably looked like an idiot during the most intimate time of his life and quickly reached up to wipe it down, but he froze when you grabbed his wrist and leaned into him, licking at the spot, and then gently moved your lips to his to kiss him softly.
You felt as his breath caught in his throat and you moved to climb in his lap to straddle him.
"Is this okay?" - you asked as you slipped further down on him and you noticed as he grew harder under you when he felt the heat between your legs.
He nodded quickly in both surprise and unbelievement. Was this really happening or is it one of his trippy dreams again?
It was a little bit funny. How he was afraid to touch you even when you leaned down again to capture his lips and let your tongue in his mouth to do its wonders. Even when you pushed yourself fully into him and he could feel every deep breath and hear every little moan that escaped you when you slowly started to move back and forth on his bulge.
"You can touch me too, you know." - you told him with a little half smile.
"O-o-okay." - he said shyly and took in a deep breath. He looked down at your body and put his hands on your hips and caressed his way up your waist and sides, while he moved his thumbs to your front but stopped when he reached the underside of your breasts.
You tried to stay patient with him. He was clearly inexperienced and tested the waters even after you kissed him and climbed in his lap, making it clear what you wanted.
And it was nice that you were finally with a man who didn't rush things, who took his time and by the look in his eyes appreciated what he saw and felt, rather than just fuck that hole quickly that every woman posessed.
But you were turned on. Beyond belief. You had a crush on Steven for a long time now, he was clearly incredibly handsome, but he was so sweet and humble at the same time. He wasn't a dickhead who used his looks to lure women into his bed then fuck them just to never call them again.
He was caring and loving and just so attentive. You thanked your lucky stars that that bitch he was supposed to meet toda- well, two days ago, was too stupid to see that.
Steven was having a hard time concentrating. Literally. You looked gorgeous. Well, that wasn't a surprise really, he had always thought that you were beautiful. But you were sitting in his lap after kissing him and now enjoying his touches while you're slowly riding his hard-on.
You were so... sexy.
And you wanted him.
Him.
Out of all people. And you just told him that you will help him find out what's happening to him.
Everybody else thinks he's a weirdo, he's late from work almost everyday, his boss is frustrated at him because of this, and he's sure his co-workers are just only tolerating him, because he's otherwise nice.
But you... you liked him. Why else would you reach behind you to unzip that little dress to slowly reveal your gorgeous black lace covered boobs?
Oh God, what did he do to deserve you?
'Touch her.' - a voice in the back of his head urged him.
Steven sat there for a few seconds just staring at you, taking in your beauty as his hands rested on your hips.
'Touch her. Undress her. She's waiting for you.'
He felt like in his dream, when that man wanted to take the scarab from him, and his body moved on his own.
Now his hands moved lower and grabbed the dress at your thighs, then he slowly pushed them up to reveal your panties that matched your bra.
'She's beautiful, and she wants you, idiot, take control.' - the voice was a little bit more demanding now. Impatient.
Steven nodded as he gulped big, and he pushed the strechy material up more, then took it off from you.
He sat up straighter and leaned up to kiss you. When your fingers landed in his hair to take control of the kiss, he felt himself grow bolder and his hands grabbed your ass, kneading it. He swallowed your moans and grew impossibly hard under you at the noises your were making. He helped you move on him, giving him the right friction to send pleasurable jolts at every part of his body.
"Fuck, Steven." - you moaned his name as you pulled away to take in a deep breath.
'Hear that? She's becoming needy. Can you feel her heat? She's on fucking fire. You need to fuck her. Hard.' - the voice in his head said.
Oh, yeah, Steven felt it. Especially when you started to unbutton his shirt with clumsy, slightly shaking hands.
The voice in his head started to chuckle.
'She's cute. Girls like her deserve to be fucked good. Do you feel that? She's fucking soaked. Eat her pussy. I bet she tastes good.'
Steven helped you to take off his shirt, and his confidence grew when he saw as your eyes practically drank in the sight of his bare chest.
It was him who reached behind you to unclap your bra and pull it off of you. He threw it somewhere next to him and he cupped your breasts, pushed them together and buried his face in them.
You let out a small giggle when you heard him take in a deep breath, then you moaned loudly when he kissed your left breast and sucked your nipple in his mouth.
'Oohh, what are you doing? Are you trying to make her beg? I like it.' - the voice chuckled.
"Steven, oh my God." - you threw your head back and pushed yourself more into him.
He switched to your other nipple and when he gave it a little harder tug, you started to roll your hips into his more with a needy moan.
'Oh, fuck she likes it. I wonder how long will it take for her to start b-...'
"Please, baby, please." - you begged him.
Steven's heart melted at the nickname and he quickly turned with you on the couch, so now you were laying under him. He kissed his way down your body until he reached your panties, and he took them off of you. He grabbed your knees and pushed them apart then he kissed your inner thighs several times just to hear your beautiful voice more.
Steven was never this excited in his whole life. He couldn't say he was experienced in this area, but he was feeling more courageous than ever before and that voice in the back of his head sounded very confident as it guided him.
'What do you think she'll do, if you bite her?'
Steven wanted to find that out too, but he didn't know if you were into that so he only used a little pressure when he sank his teeth into your soft felsh.
A surprised giggle escaped your lips and you propped yourself up on your elbows to look down at him with an excited smile and sparkling eyes.
Steven chuckled a little at your reaction, but his eyes turned darker when the voice spoke again.
'Fuck, look at that face. She's fucking gorgeous. Make her cum, I wanna see her face when she cums!'
Steven leaned down and licked your clit gently. Even with that small action your whole body jerked and a gasp escaped your mouth.
He ran the tip of his tongue down to your hole and gathered your wetness, then he licked his way up to smear it all over your clit and around it, while he never broke eye contact.
Your brows were knitted together as you watched him, while erotic moans left your lungs.
He started to slowly move his tongue in circles on your clit, and when you became even wetter and started to rock your hips, he pushed a finger inside you.
"Oh, fuck...!" - you cried in a high pitched voice and moved your hips more wildly.
'Oh, shit, Steven, look into her eyes. She's a dirty one. You gotta call her names. I know she's the most beautiful angel we ever saw, but look at her. She wants to get fucked. Like a whore.'
Steven shook his head a little at that. You were precious. You were kind. You deserve to be treated like a queen.
'Push another finger in her and call her a bitch!'
Steven growled and shook his head at the demand.
Since his mouth was still on you, the action made your eyes flutter close in pleasure and a barely audible whine left your lips.
"Ah, yes fuck me."
Steven still heard it, and his cock twitched in his pants. Before he could react further he felt like his body moved on his own again. His head lifted and his other hand moved to stimulate your clit with his thumb.
Then the words left his mouth before he could stop them.
"Yeah, you like it when daddy fucks your pussy, don't you, you dirty little whore?" - the voice spat and another finger was added when you incoherently moaned.
Steven wanted to say sorry, that he didn't mean it, but your pussy clenched around his fingers impossibly tight and his own cock twitched at your reaction.
'Told ya.' - the voice said smugly, and Steven felt he was in full control of his body again. - 'Fuck her faster, then when she starts to bend her back more, curl your fingers.'
Steven trusted this inner voice now and his lust filled eyes watched as your hands grabbed the pillows around your head. He wanted to taste you again so he removed his thumb and licked your clit again, sometimes up and down then he switched to stimulate it in circles. He smirked, because you went wild under him. He increased the tempo and in a few seconds you pushed down your hips and bent your back, so Steven curled his fingers and when he prodded a delicate spot inside you, you started to scream.
He made sure to abuse that place nice and steady, and in less than five seconds your pussy clenched around his fingers so hard he almost couldn't move them, so he pushed them in as far as he could and poked that spot while he sucked on your clit.
'Holy fuck, she's loud.' - the voice in his head commented amused and Steven let go of your nub and he climbed on top of you with a smile on his face, as he watched your body shake in a post orgasmic bliss.
When you felt a soft kiss on your forehead, you opened your eyes and smiled at Steven.
"Hey there." - he teased as he tuck your hair behind your ear.
"Hey, daddy." - you cooed, making him laugh nervously, but you pulled his head down to kiss him.
He kissed you back gently, but as the seconds passed you became more and more needy and his tongue met yours with equal force.
Your hands found the button and zipper of his pants and when you successfully pushed them down his legs along with his boxer briefs, you pushed him on his back to fully free him of the clothes.
You grabbed his cock and licked it from the base to the top and when his eyes closed in pleasure you took as much of him as you could in your mouth and started sucking him, slowly moving your head up and down.
"Shiiiitttt..." - Steven hissed and moaned when your hand started moving on the rest of his cock.
'Oh, fuck, she's good.' - the voice in his head growled.
"Yeah." - Steven whispered and he moved both of his hands in your hair, fingers grasping your roots to guide you.
You followed his tempo and he soon started squirming under you.
'We're not gonna last long if she keeps that up, and we haven't even fucked her yet.' - the voice warned. Why did it sound like it was out of breath too?
Suddenly, Steven grabbed your shoulders and started pulling you up. You bit your lip and straddled him again, and you lowered yourself on his cock. You both moaned at the pleasure, and you slowly started to ride him. Steven closed his eyes for a few seconds then he looked up at you with a smile. You smiled back and guided his hands from your hips to cup your breasts and he started kneading them while you leaned your head back moaning in delight.
He growled at the beautiful display before him and he started moving his hips up everytime you rolled yours into him. The pleasure increased incredibly fast and it soon turned too much for Steven. He pushed you on your back and pushed your knees against your chest as he penetrated you again, but this time he wasn't slow.
All of the pent up tension because of his stupid boss, his stupid date, his stupid sleeping problem and stupid black-outs came crushing down on him in that moment, and they concentrated in every one of his thrusts and you took everything he was giving you with an incredibly wet cunt and loud moans of pleasure.
'Yeah, she likes it rough, she's going crazy under us. Talk dirty to her again.'
Steven moaned and pushed his forehead against yours while he looked in your eyes.
"You like it when I fuck you like this?" - he asked with a growl and the sound made your pussy throb around his cock.
You both moaned at the feeling and Steven felt again as something took over his body again. He sat back on his knees, pulling your ass on his thighs, but your back remained on the couch. This way your back arched and he hit that spot deep inside you that made you see stars.
"Oh, Steven, fuck me, yes!" - you screamed in pleasure and felt yourself nearing your orgasm.
'Now play with her clit and she'll cum on our cock in no time.'
Steven felt in control again as he moved his thumb to your clit, and as he helped you near your peak, your juicy pussy hugged his cock stronger and stronger.
Steven felt as your whole body clenched suddenly and when your cunt throbbed around his cock as he was fucking you through your intense and loud orgasm, his thrusts became even more rough as he came in your pussy hard. His hands grabbed your hips impossibly tight and he thrusted his cock in your pussy so violently that you moved up on the couch with every move of his hips. Your screams mixing with his loud moans soon died down and he collapsed next to you, squeezing you between himself and the backrest of the couch.
You hooked your leg over his hip and he after a few seconds when he could move again he turned on his back and pulled you so your head was on his chest and he wrapped his arms around you while he kissed the top of your head.
When he heard your giggle, he smiled kissed your hair again.
"So the date wasn't so bad after all." - he said with a big sigh, making you laugh.
(It's been a looonngg while since I've written fan-fiction this much, but this felt great to do. Also Tumblr has me in a chokehold for this character. This will be an ongoing series, so I wanted to start off small. Please forgive me as I'm learning the ways of Tumblr all over again. đ)
Warnings: Fluff nothing but pure fluff. Also hints of dilf Steven. â€ïž
Pairings: Steven Grant x fem!reader. Marc Spector x fem!reader.
Word Count: 2.1K
Summary: You're having a much needed break from work but it gets disrupted by a butt tap.
You slowly stroll around the first level of the history museum in France, listening to calming beats as you observe Renaissance paintings and sculptures. Losing yourself to informational plaques even though you are more of a mythos type, while listening to wistful strums of guitars in your earbuds. You finally feel like youâre beginning to recharge from a rather few tense months of strenuous work that led you to travel to France in the first place. But you decided to ignore the details (like your aching muscles) till it had to be faced. You tied your hair up into a messy bun with a few strays dangling freely from its confines. With a fitted white tee and classic bleached overalls, a set of Doc Martens to bring it all together. You decided to do a natural dewy look but quickly regret it, forgetting how naturally muggy London weather can be. Your pores simply adding more dew in the word dewy, but thatâs another thing to ignore.
Finished with your observing of the first level, you decide to walk up to the second, each step closer exposing the rather Egyptian feel of the space. Taking the final step up, you people watch for a few minutes. The art couples having deep conversations of paintings, while others took romantic selfies in front of cat-like sculptures. You were kind of thrown off by the number of children surrounding the space, running, testing rules, and chatting with each other. You spot 2 lines filled with 4 to 5-year-old boys and girls holding hands while wearing matching shirt colors trying to focus on the only man talking to them. Answering your confusion that there were multiple field trips happening. You start to stroll again, till you stopped in front of a cat man statue that every person in the world knew as Anubis.
     Anubis stood straight with one hand to his side, while the other reached out towards you. You wondered why the Egyptian God of Death is scattered within every artifact in the space and smirked as it reminded you of a past lover. Who once asked you if he should get Anubis tatted on his arm, with the exact pose, but you never gave him a clear answer as you believed the God didnât suit his aesthetic. Suddenly you felt a weight bump into your backside hard, causing you to lose balance and head toward the dark statue. Luckily with years of dealing with your own clumsiness, you caught yourself by taking Anubisâs hand and shoulder by using it as a balance beam. You thank the Gods and Goddesses that the statue stood its firm while you quickly collect yourself. You angrily pop your earbuds off as you spin to face the culprit who almost made you pay a lump sum of money for a broken treasure. Money that you definitely do not have.
    âWhat the FU-.â But you stop instantly as you watch a knelt man bring a red-headed little girl closer to him. The little girl looking up at you with furrowed brows, with eyes that read: you got me in trouble. âIâm so sorry mademoiselle, little Stells was doing what all little enfants do.â He says with a strong English accent, turning the little girl to face him. He gave her a âfinal warningâ look with sleep-ridden eyes as he pointed a finger towards her; Stells face falling from anger to sorrow in seconds. The man proceeds to look up at you and as a curl falls onto his forehead. His tired eyes widening as it captures yours. âU-uh I-I apologize for her disruption t-to yourrrâŠâ he says as he stands dusting his tan slacks before spinning his right hand around towards you. He squints his eyes as he tries to find the right words for what you were doing, even though he should know what a person does at a museum.
You let out a sigh, expelling any bad energy you were exuding and smile. âItâs fine.â You simply put it. You look down at Stells and realized she was sticking her tongue out at you while she stood behind the manâs leg. You directed your eyes back to the man, trying not to let Stellsâs childish antics disrupt anymore of your relaxation. The man offers a big smile to you, brightening his rather tiring features. âWell, I hope you enjoy your viewing.â He quickly says as he rather awkwardly scurried Stells and himself back to all the other children who held hands waiting for them. You raised your brow at the odd goodbye, but shrugged it off as you inserted your earbuds back in. Â
      Steven crouched down to the Stellaâs height as he gently pushes her towards her classmates âOne more time Stella and Iâll have to put you on time out, while all the other kids get to play with clay.â He whispered in her ear. Stella quickly turned around to him with a pout that could break the hardest of criminals âNOOO!!â she yelled. Tears quickly forming puddles in her eyes. Steven froze as he felt all the adults within the vicinity look at the frustrated childâs outburst, a crooked smile as he stood tall. âThen letâs go back to our fellow excavators!!â He says loudly through clenched teeth as Stella continued to cry, rubbing her eyes. As he finally situates Stella within the group, he watches as her friends try their best to console her, which gladly eased her âneed a napâ tantrum. Steven searches for you, praying you didnât watch the dramatic scene that rattled the usual calm space. He finds you lost in thought while reading a plaque to a painting. He smirked slightly as his current embarrassment quickly settled.
M: Sheâs quite a sight to behold.
âI know right.â He says dreamily, fluttering his prominent eyelashes.
M: Sooo what's the game plan Steven. Are we going to continue to stare at her like a creep orrr..
       âMR.GRANT!!â a little boy exclaims tugging at Stevenâs pant leg, âI GOTTA GO POTTY!!â he informs. Steven quickly snaps from his trance and looks at the potty dance boy, âOKAY MY LITTLE EXCAVATORS, TO THE LOOS!!â he smiles âPLEASE CONTINUE TO HOLD HANDS OR YOU MIGHT GET CAUGHT BY QUICKSAND!!â he jokes searching the tiled floors. With a loud gasp of shock he points at a little boy with light brown dreads pulling all the toddlerâs attentions towards him âHILLARY PULL JACOB INTO THE LINE!!â he orders. Hillary quickly takes Jacobâs hand and pulls him in with an elated smile, Jacob laughing at Stevenâs exaggeration. Making all the kids chime in with laughter as they look around the floor for any more hidden traps. Their imaginations now set on overdrive. âGood, lets hurry to the loos. I donât think Johnny can hold it any longer.â He says lowly. He faces away from his tour class and quickly walks to the nearest bathrooms. Little Johnny holding onto his pant leg for dear life.Â
M: Way to miss an opportunity.
âOh shut up.â Steven hiss. Before he lost complete sight of the room, he looks back to where you last were. Suddenly you both catch each otherâs eyes as he sees a small smile on your face, he quickly looks away as his cheeks flared with heat. His heart actually skipping a beat.
M: Steven go back to her.
âIâm pretty busy Marc.â Steven quips.
M: The boy definitely has pampers on, he can...
âNo Marc.â Steven says a little louder stopping by the bathroom doors.
        Johnny quickly runs into the male bathroom without further notice from Steven on how long it should take them to be in there. âOk filles to les toilettes and garcons to les toilettes, donât forget to wash your hands and NO playing with the hand dryers.â He says watching the little kids run to their respective restrooms. As the last kid goes into the restroom, he quickly follows suit.Â
~*~
      The day continues to quickly speed by as you strolled within the museum, lost in fantasy but a little spent from all the information. You check your watch on your wrist deciding to leave the museum, but first you had to stop by the gift shop. A knick-knack of the Greek Goddess Athena calling your name.Â
       You enter the gift shop which consisted of mostly miniature models of the artifacts inside the museum, puzzles, and books. The books giving the gift shop a library feel by the smell of fresh printed paper or moldy ones, but you chose the former. You quickly scan to find your favorite Athena sculpture, seeing her resting on a metal shelf full of many others her kind. You happily take her off and check the underside of the stone sheâs standing on to see the price; but you feel a few light pokes on your shoulder. You turn to look behind you, to see the tired man from earlier, who waved awkwardly as his mouth shown a crooked smirk. You take one earbud out and fully face your body towards him, hugging a rather sharp Athena to your chest.
âHeya.. Um, Iâm S-Steven.â His stuttering accentuating his English accent more. He sticks his right hand out between you 2 with an open palm, expecting a handshake, but you hug Athena closer to you. Steven cocks a brow at your shy approach, wondering what about him made you uncomfortable. But his eyes shot open as he watches you lean back, a little too close to the piles of knick-knacks behind you, as one fell with a loud bang. Followed by a loud ricochet of more following suit, but Steven quickly stops from becoming disastrous by placing an arm down mid-domino effect. Your head drops as you feel your cheeks heat with embarrassment, hoping that your wincing can turn you invisible.
         âHi.â You say quietly, hearing Steven frantically fix the mess youâve caused as some still fall.  When he finished, he gently takes your elbow and guides you away from his clean up. Both of you facing side by side with the shelf. âDonât worry. Iâve done this exact thing so many times, Iâve lost count.â He jokes as you mindfully thank him for saving you from more embarrassment. You pick your head back up and fully look at the man in front of you. Disregarding his tiring appearance, heâs handsome in a geeky way. Which definitely added adorable bonus points in your My Type checkbook. A thick curl rested at the middle of his forehead, between his thick eyebrows, rather Superman-like in fact. His prominent nose adding more character to his already smooth-chiseled face. His lips simply pleasing to look at. He wore the basic of work clothes, a black tee with a name tag, and tan slacks with black shoes. But you can see by his arms, that heâs toned in the best of ways. He nervously chuckles to fill the awkward silence, while he feels your gaze scan him. âSooo, I see you holding an Athena statue.â He says as he rests his elbow on the shelf, knocking all the miniatures down again. In seconds, you watch as his smile quickly turn stoic. He takes a light hold of your arm, turns you around, and guides you away from the repeated crime scene. âAGAIN STEVEN!!â you hear the female cashier yell from behind the register, making you break into a fit of giggles.
     âIâm so sorry Frances!!â Steven apologizes. He stops the both of you in front of a display window and you turn to face him again. This time with a genuine smile, âMy name is (Y/N).â you say confidently. You see Stevenâs tense nerves quickly dissolve as he hears your name fall from your lips. âSteven Grant.â He repeats his earlier introductive movement, smacking his hand on his head as he realizes.
âIâm sorry.â He says as his hand slides down his face âIâll see myself out.â. He turns to walk out the entrance door, but you stop him with a âHey.â, while placing a hand on his shoulder. Catching him completely off guard with the physical contact, you see the cutest expression grace his face. A mix between expectancy of whatâs next to come out your mouth to âOh my God, sheâs real.â. His cheeks reddening by the minute. âLetâs start over, shall we?â you simply add. Steven arches his brow, confused by what you were implying. Letting go of his shoulder, you turn your attention to a display behind you. You pick up a 3D puzzle box and check its price, repeating the motions youâve taken. You start to get concerned when you donât get the expected tap on your shoulder, but then he clears his throat. It took Steven a few minutes to catch on to your scheme, Marc having to reiterate it for him, but when he did. He didnât waste no time to primp himself before tapping your shoulder, bringing a huge smile to your face.
     âHey, Iâm Steven Grant.â.
(First and foremost, thank you for taking the time to read this. I would love to see how you guys feel, as I begin the next part/chapter. I don't know what to call this whole series yet đ .)
Pairing: Jake Lockey x Female reader! (Our moon boys are included and Khonsu)
Warning tags: on-edge feelings, weapons, depiction of violence, assault, depictions of blood, and the rest is fluff.
A/N: Here is part two of The Portraitist. Sorry if this seemed a bit rushed, and if you guys are interested I could do a part 3. Enjoy!
Word Count: 3.7k
      Jake walked through the crowd easily disappearing amongst them. He could faintly hear you shouting from afar but he knew that you were quick enough to find the portrait he had drawn of you. Seeing you on the subway had inspired such a flame within his heart, that his callous hands couldnât help but draw you. Having the image of you in his mind was not enough, he wanted to imprint you onto a page. But he knew that a mortal like him couldnât recreate such a beauty like you as the gods did. Jake walked his way to his favorite butcher store to pick some products for his apartment. Â
10:30pm:
          The flashing lights, and loud citizens walked below as Jake sat on the edge of his window, with a cup of Gato Negro, admiring and taking in the loud buzzing sounds of traffic. Heâd close his eyes and practice his memory skills or sensory skills. He had to get part of himself used to it. Sure, sometimes Steven or Marc would get sensory overload but heâd help them to ease their nerves too. Large cowards drove them a bit on edge, which is why Jake was much more of a better candidate for doing missions in New York. Tonight, the moon was at its full potential which meant that Khonsu would be much more potent in aiding any injury. As Jake swirled the wine cup in his hand, his cell phone lit up. Jake walked over to the kitchen table and saw the notification. It was Y/N. Jake opened the text message to reply back when all of a sudden a chill crawled up his spine. Something was off. Jake darted his eyes around the dark part of the room, wondering if the god had brought a guest with him. âYou very well that Khonsu doesnât have friends really, something is up,â Marc reassured. Jake hummed, agreeing with Marc. Jake began to type back a message to Y/N, once again he felt that weird sensation. What the hell was it? Jake placed the cell phone down and walked over to the kitchen sink. Jake splashed some water on his face and rubbed his damped hand on his neck. âMate, the sensation that you are feeling is: worry. Strange innit? What could you be worried about? Are you okay?â Steven finally spoke up. And he was right, Jake was feeling worried but it only happened twice when attempting to contact Y/N back. Couldnât it be her fault right? Jake darted back to the cell phone and sent his message. The feeling didnât come back. Jake laughed to himself, he couldnât believe it was Y/N making him nervous. Jake paced back to the living room when all of a sudden a voice fills the room âDonât be too sure of yourself Jake Lockley. Y/N is danger.â Jake turned around and meet his eyes with Khonsu. Jake squinted his eyes, âDe Que mierda estas hablando? What do you mean sheâs in danger?â he gritted through his teeth. âThree men are following her, and it wonât end well if you donât arrive soon. Go, Iâll allow you to do that as your mission tonight. These men have been hunting women down for the past 2 weeks, thankfully youâre in town.â Khonsu elaborated. Jake nodded his head and allowed Marc to be the host of the body again. Marc shook his head, regaining his placement within the body. Once he adjusted again, he looked up at Khonsu, âWhere to?â Marc simply asked, â66St, Lincoln Center. Hurry up, Spector.â Khonsu informed him as he disappeared. Marc embraced the suit, wrapping itself around him like bondage. The suit beautifully decorated his sand-colored skin, and the moon poured onto Marcâs suit, and the moonlight shined off of his chestâs crest. Marc didnât think twice as he jumped out through the window to save Y/N.
Y/Nâs POV:
           Once you hit the sent button, a smile grew on your face. You were more than content with yourself. You had a great day at work, and the subway ride wasnât so much of a pain in the ass. Maybe it was because you had met Jake Lockley, or because you finally messaged your father. You began to make a mental list of things to do until your phone popped up with a notification. You opened the text message once seeing that it was Jake, gosh he was great at replying back. The text message was asking you if you wanted to go get coffee tomorrow morning. You luckily had the day off tomorrow. You began typing the words on your phone, and since you were so happy you didnât even mind that you had taken a detour from your usual route home. What could go wrong? Today was already an awesome day, you thought about treating yourself to a nice walk at night wouldnât harm anyone. You smiled against the light of your screen when all of a sudden, across the street,  three men that were against the brick wall began catcalling you. Ugh, pigs. One of them yelled âHey baby! I can show you a great time!.â While the other one yelled, âIâd like to see what you got hiding under that skirt!â You kept walking, and the third one yelled âDonât ignore me bitch! I am speaking to ya!â You kept ignoring them, and walking began marching to the nearest subway entrance. You walked down the stairs, and just to your fucking luck there wasnât anyone. You paid the fair fee and walked straight to the subway tunnel to catch the next train. It was awfully lonely tonight, it did worry you. You placed your phone into your purse and looked behind you. No one was there, just the empty tunnel, and eerily whisps of loose newspapers flying around. You breathed out and felt your chest tighten a bit. Maybe you shouldnât have taken the detour. You then thought about calling your friend, as you reached into your purse to pull out your phone, a handkerchief was placed over your mouth and nose. You began to scream and kick but the person was stronger than you. You began to fight back against the smell and tried not to inhale. Three males began to laugh, so they did follow you. One of them said, âOh she is a tough one, letâs knock her out.â As you were about to scream once more, a harsh blunt force was hit against your occipital. Your body went limp, and you fell to the ground. The last thing you heard was âOh the fun weâre about to have tonightâ as darkness succumbed to you.
Marcâs POV
       Marc grabbed the back of the manâs collar and threw him across the hallway. Y/N laid unconsciously on the ground. Marc could see a bit of blood damping Y/Nâs bottom part of her head. âHijos de Puta. Make them pay Marcâ  Jake deeply growled.  The second man was running toward Marc with a knife in his hand. Marc charged toward the man and grabbed his styloid process. As Marc spun around, he flipped the second man over his should slamming his back against the concrete, hard enough for his trapezius muscle to tear. The man grunted in pain, but Marc didnât let go of the manâs arm. Marc lifted him once more and dislocated his humerus. The man screamed out in pain, which caused Marc to kick his mandible to the side. The first man that had been thrown across the hallway, began to stand up and reach for his gun. Marc wasted no time in throwing his crescent dart at him, piercing into his sternum. Once the dart had pierced him, cutting into the skin, his eyes rolled back and his body fell to a groan. Marc walked over to the first manâs body and snatched his dart out of him. Blood slightly pooled against the first manâs shirt, as Marc wiped away the blood with his fingers. There was one more man left, but nowhere to be found. Marc stood still for a moment, sniffing the air out for fear. But the air just smelled of blood and sweat. âI think weâre fine now Marc, let me take over to check on her,â Steven announced, and Marc allowed Steven to take over once he felt the area was clear. Marc sunk back, thus allowing Steven to emerge. Stevenâs suit draped over him as the other suit disappeared. Steven blinked a few times to adjust to the scene. To his disgust, there was definitely blood pooling over and the walls smeared with it. But right now wasnât the time to worry about that. Steven quickly ran over to you, he kneeled down and picked up your head. He gently placed your head on his lap. Steven removed a few strands of your hair, and thankfully only slight blood had come out of your nose. Steven knew that his nose would swell up in the morning. Steven continued to search through your body and moved your head to the left. He could see the area where the men had hit you with the end of their gun when the chloroform wasnât strong enough for you. Steven pulled his hand away and saw that some of your blood was smeared on his gloves. Stevenâs eyes softened behind his mask âOh love, weâll get you home and cleaned up. My beautiful dove, weâre going to get you back into pieces.â Steven carefully was going to pick you up until he felt an object placed on his head. Steven froze as he heard a slight click sound, it was the last man standing. Steven kneeled on both knees  "Look mate, we donât have to end this on a bad note. We can both just walk away alive, and safe. Please.â Steven attempted to reason with the man. "Get the fuck up you freak! NOW!â The man yelled, Steven sighed and stood up, still having his back facing the man. âNow turn around, and tell me who you are you son of a bitch!â He yelled once more until the lights of the subway began to flicker. The man took two steps back, and the tunnels began to shake. Underneath their feet, the ground began to quiver, and the man yelled âWHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!â In the darkness, Stevenâs eyes glowed and within one second, Steven appeared in front of the man. The man shrieked and took one more step back, almost falling onto the tracks. Steven grabbed the man by the neck. The man attempted to scream but Steven gripped his hands around his throat, closing his windpipe. The man struggled against Stevenâs hand, and Steven leaned in his face as he whispered âWe Are MoonKnightâ. Before the man could beg for mercy, Steven quickly snapped the manâs axis bone and allowed his body to fall into the train tracks. Steven didnât turn back to look at the man, he quickly walked over to you and picked you up. Steven walked away slowly as Jake proudly said âY asĂ es como lo haces hermano. Estoy orgulloso de tiâ.
Y/Nâs Apartment {Stevenâs POV}:
       Steven wasted no time traveling to your apartment building. He quietly carried your body into the elevator and attempted not to make too much noise since it was extremely late at night. Arriving at your apartment floor,  Steven grabbed the keys from your purse with one of his hands but he still had a strong hold on you. Swiftly he opened the door and was greeted by the warmth of your apartment. Luckily you had left a candle out, which Steven was thinking about turning on for you so the harsh lights of your apartment wouldnât awake you. Steven hung your purse onto your wooden chair and walked over to the door of your bedroom. Not to his surprise, your room was clean and neat, except for your desk. Your laptop was still open with papers scattered around it, and there was a bunch of loosely hanging sticking notes on your desk. Steven smiled to himself as he settled you down onto your bed. He removed your kitten heels, skirt, and shirt. âWow, she has a great body.â Marc commented, Steven rolled his eyes as he whispered to himself, walking towards your closet âMarc not now mateâ âHey! I was just stating facts brother.â Marc said defending himself, as Jake chuckled for a moment. Steven returned to you with a big Sublime t-shirt, something comfy to sleep in.  Once you seemed comfortable enough, Steven tucked you in. He couldnât himself but admire your face for a bit. You were beautiful in his eyes, and surely in Jakeâs and Marcâs. Steven caressed your face, which sparked an idea in Stevenâs mind. Khonsu, appeared in the corner of your bedroom, âNice work you three, now come. We must return to Jakeâs apartment before Y/N awakens.â  âWait, KhonsuâŠCan we heal Y/Nâs wounds? I donât want her to wake up frightened in the morning. Please?â Steven begged as he continued to stare at your peaceful stare. He couldnât imagine you waking up with bruises, and blood, it would give you quite the fright. Khonsu sighed in annoyance, and he shook his head âFine Steven, Iâll heal her. Only because you three did so well tonight. Those three men wonât bother people anymore but do know there is a price to pay. Just not nowâ. Jake, Marc, and not even Steven cared what the price would be, they just wanted you to be okay. Steven nodded his head agreeing, and Khonsu quickly healed your wounds. âAlright time to go,â Khonsu announced once he was done, he hit his staff onto your bedroom floor and vanished like smoke. Steven kissed your forehead, but before he could walk out of your apartment. You stirred in your sleep, and said âJakeâ. Steven turned around slowly, he knew you were talking in your sleep. Steven quietly tippy-toed to your bedside. Steven stepped down slowly to whisper into your ear âYouâre safe now Y/N, rest my loveâ. You slightly stirred to face him and slightly opened your eyes. The moonlight was very faint, and all you could see was a blurry shadow. You smiled softly and were half asleep âJake, you saved meâ.  âSteven we gotta go, buddy, sheâll wake up any moment, send yourself the reply to Jakeâs phone. Now,â Marc warned. Steven could feel Jake taking over and Steven didnât fight back at all. Jake fronted now, and gently closed your eyelids to fall back asleep. Jake only took a couple of seconds to reply to his own text messages through your phone and placed it back where it was.  You didnât take long to drift away to dreamland, as Jake left through your window smiling. He couldnât help but feel his heart leap with joy, knowing you had said his name in your sleep.
In The Morning:
               Y/N woke up with a groan but instantly sat up. Y/N looked around her apartment and wondered how the hell she got there. You ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Not a single scratch was on your skin. You lifted up your hair and attempted to find where the damage was done. But there wasnât a patch of scar tissue or even dried-up blood. Had you dreamt the whole thing? You sat on the toilet seat and attempted to remember. What the hell had happened last night? You recalled three men catcalling you, and you rush down to the subway tunnels. And you remember smelling an ether-like odor and you screaming. But the pain? The awful painful impact that you felt on the side of your head, how could you make that up? You went over again, searching through your body for any signs of bruises or blood, but you found nothing. Perhaps it was a nightmare, a little too realistic of a nightmare. You huffed in frustration and walked out to your living room. Your whole place was neat, and nothing was out of order. You marched straight to your kitchen and found your purse. You looked through it, and everything was there. Even Jakeâs red journal. You didnât feel too convinced yet, you walked to your living room and turned on your tv. You switched the channels to the news, you waited at least an hour for a report of something suspicious. But the only thing that came up was that the three men who had been hunting women were found murdered. You were about to connect the dots when all of a sudden your phone rang. You grabbed your cell phone and saw that it was Jake. Shit, you probably left him on read.  You picked up the phone âGood morning, Jake! How are you?â âBuenos Dias Y/N. I am doing well! Did you still want to go get coffee today around 10 am? I got your text last night, sorry I didnât reply.â  "Uhh, I am sorry! I message you back. Shit, I am sorry Jake. Yeah! Iâll see you at ten. There is a cute coffee vegan shop on Upper Westside? Itâs called Peacefood Uptown?â You said eagerly, hoping that heâd like the idea. "You read my mind preciosa! I thought of that place too. Okay, Iâll see you thereâ. You both bid each other goodbye, and you ran off to go change into a cute outfit. But still, at the back of your mind, you wondered what happened last night.
At The Cafe
           You entered the Peacetown cafe with a floral dress, and converse. You didnât want to overdress or underdress. As you walked in, some pair of eyes glanced at you but none of them were Jakeâs. You paid no attention until finally you skimmed over and saw familiar gloves. Jake placed the newspaper down and flashed a nice white smile to you. You waved and walked towards him. Jake stood out of his seat, and bid you hello with side kisses on each cheek. âThatâs weird, that feels familiar.â You thought to yourself as you sat down in the seat that Jake had pulled out for you. Jake pushed your seat in and sat in front of you. He began asking how your day at work was yesterday, you asked him about his day and what he worked for. Jake said he worked as a taxi man for a private cooperate company. You both exchanged different answers, to different topics from politics to a few personal details of your guysâ personal lives. He was by chance in fact single and wanted to meet new people. As Jake was about to ask you something, you said âOh yes! Your journal, let me return that back to you.â You pulled it out of your purse and placed it on the table. âI promise I didnât look through it! But my goodness, you drew me really well! I think you may have exaggerated a bit, I donât look that beautiful.â Jake shook his head, âI think I didnât draw you properly enough. You are much more beautiful, I guess I need to see an eye doctor because I know I missed a few more details. Like right now, I can see your radiant  e/c  eyes shining. Or the curve of your beautiful cupidâs bow on your lipâ He explained, you shyly giggled and blushed. Jake placed his hand on his journal, accidentally touching your hand. Thatâs when you remembered, your nightmare. âActually Jake, do you mind if I tell you about the nightmare I had last night?â You asked politely, Jake nodded and attentively listened to your dream. His breathing was calm until you said âThe odd thing is, you were there.â Jake sat up straight a bit, and said flirtatiously  "Oh, I was in your dream?â You rolled your eyes in a playful manner "Yeah! Jake, you were there. In my apartment. I could kind of see you! You had this really pretty white tux on?â You elaborated as you attempted to recall more, âI told you my suit is nice you wankers!â Steven commented to Jake and Marc. Jake laughed at Steven but you thought he was laughing at your remark. You then added âI know it sounds silly, and then you had a British accent? Gosh, you might think I am crazy now.â Jake leaned into you, as he said âI donât think youâre crazy at all Y/N, I think you just had a rough nightmare about three pesty men. Look, theyâre gone now and youâre safeâ. You sat back for a moment, and took in what he said. What did he mean by, the three men were gone now? You stared at him for a moment, and could see barely that he gulped down his saliva âOh sweet move dickhead, why donât you just bluntly say what actually happened.â Marc said annoyed, and Steven panicked âShit, I royally fucked up. I am sorry guys. I shouldnât have stayed that long at the apartment.â You both stayed quiet for what felt forever. Jake then spoke up bravely âI am grateful that you took care of my journal. If anything here, keep the portrait I made of youâ. To you, it sounded like a goodbye. You shook your head, and quickly grasped your hand in his. Jake stood still. You smiled with teary eyes, âLook, whatever happened last night? It was a nightmare, and I was scared. I want to thank you for saving my life, and take that as you want.â You said softly. Jake shifted his eyes away from you, with your other hand you placed it on his cheek so he could turn to look at you. Once his eyes met yours âEven if you were to have a British accent, Iâd still like you. And I do want you to remain in my life, Jake.â You spoke with a serious tone at the end of your sentence. Jake kissed the inside of your palm, and asked âDo you want to have dinner tonight?â You stood up and walked up to him. Jake stood up as well and looked down at you since you werenât that tall. This time, it was your turn to kiss his forehead Jake smiled like a fool, which made you laugh. You then said accepting his request âYes Iâd love to. My place? I could make you my momâs special dish, mole oaxaqueñoâ Jake took out his arm to link with yours, âDeal but Iâll help you buy the ingredients.â You laughed and agreed. The both of you walked out of the cafe. Regardless of what happened last night, you were just glad that he was there to protect you.
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Marc is a busy guy. Between handling his mental health and being the fist of vengeance, it should be way harder for him to make time for you. But he does- and he shows out every time with you as his companion. He likes to go out when it's safe for you to be with him, either to parties or bars, but when you need a quiet night in, Marc really shines. He's a cuddler, and he knows a lot of great indie films.
Receiving: WORDS OF AFFIRMATION
Marc needs to know he's wanted. Sometimes, he just needs someone else to tell him he's loved. His self-doubt is lessening with time, partially thanks to your reassurance. You go out of your way to make sure he believes he's as good as you believe he is. When you do remind him how much you appreciate him, this little fire lights behind his eyes. It's human. It's really beautiful.
S T E V E N
Giving: Words of Affirmation
Steven is always telling you you're gorgeous, radiant, amazing, or whatever other adjective he's feeling that day. He doesn't just compliment your looks, either. Steven engages with your stories about your day, backing you up and asking more detailed questions. It really feels like he wants to know you, and that's what makes his words so affirming. Also, he's the nickname king. Love is his favorite in passing, but soft ones like sweetheart and honey make frequent appearances as well.
Receiving: Physical Touch/Acts of Service
Steven is all about that reassuring touch. He loves holding hands everywhere, and says it feels safe and protective both ways. Keeping himself tethered to reality can be hard, so the physical connection is important for Steven. And cuddling? It's over for him. He just melts. Also, Steven can be forgetful, so he's always very grateful when you help him out.
J A K E
Giving: Acts of Service
Jake is your own personal assistant. Anywhere you want to go, he'll drive you (no cab fare required). You practically have to beg him not to spend all his money on you. Jake buys you flowers and never forgets important days in your lives. He's learning to cook and jumps at the opportunity to have dinner on the table before you get home. He's so excited to see your reaction every time he does something nice for you.
Receiving: Quality Time
Jake always has a purpose when he fronts. He's usually triggered out by Khonshu or when you or the boys need protecting. He's getting better at sharing the body and coming out just to relax with you, and that's his favorite thing in the world. He learns to appreciate the small things, like sitting across the table from you or watching TV late at night. He likes to watch you fall asleep before he does, cherishing every last moment with you.
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