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âAmordemividaâ - Pedro Pascal about Oscar Isaac
Silent question
Another meme redraw
Thank you to fmlitsashley on twitter for reminding me of the existence of this memeđ
Oh no! What did you do?!
There you go Jake
HELP!!!! HE'S UNDER ATTACK!!
WON'T SOMEBODY PLEAAAASE THINK OF VIEJITA?!
Elvira Lind via Instagram 11/9/22
SAME ENERGY
[pics from google]
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
đ„” Bonus, a thought:
"Marc?"
"I'm Jake. And you are beautiful. 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
Shall We Start Over?
(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.
then you wonât have to cry⊠(x)
MOON KNIGHT alters + cinnamon roll alignment (insp.)
Morning Coffee
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
â„ âŸ*âČâ â„ âŸ*âČâ â„ âŸ*âČâ â„ âŸ*âČâ â„ âŸ*âČâ â„ âŸ*âČâ â„ âŸ*âČâ â„ âŸ*âČâ â„ âŸ*âČâ â„ âŸ*âČââ„ Jake Lockleyâs POV:
After leaving the journal behind:
      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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oh this was sođ„č may i be added to your tag list? i vote for a part 3 (if thatâs something youâd still like to do!)đ
Congratulations Oscar Isaac 2022 Emmy Nomination Outstanding Lead Actor in a Limited or Anthology Series
moon knight system + love languages
content: SFW, fluff, domesticity, assumed relationships
M A R C
Giving: Quality Time
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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I'm so excited to finally draw Oscar Isaac! He's been requested like a million times, so here you have two Oscars at onceđ I will definitely draw more, the Moon Knight was great, loved it, though I haven't seen the finale yet
look at your pretty face, my sweet baby đ