Moon Knight System Headcannons/Imagines
WARNINGS: smut. mentions of oral sex, fingering, hickeys, masochism, etc, etc. ((lots of fluff too, though!)) - [🔞]
CHARACTER(S): Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley (MARVEL/Moon Knight)
STEVEN GRANT:
- Obviously, he’s a nerd. That’s a given.
- You probably meet him by the fountains, wanting to sit and enjoy a meal, only to overhear him blabbering to some poor statue-actor.
- You’d approach him, and he’d immediately stand and offer you his seat, offering to take your photo.
- But you’d smile, shake your head, and laugh, rather sitting and patting the concrete fountain’s ledge with a welcoming aura about you.
- “actually, i was wondering if i could join you. i may be a bit more talkative than this chap.”
- and in what world would he to say ‘no’ to some pretty lady who wanted to listen to him talk about his shitty day at work?
- you two hit it off pretty quickly- and exchanged numbers after the first few times you’d ’accidentally’ bump into him with a meal in hand at the fountain late at night.
- when you two start dating, you naturally spend a lot of your time at his place, as it’s a homey, (messy), but homey atmosphere you grew to love.
- your first date is some overpriced vegan diner, before you both realize you’d much rather spend your time together in some thrift store, buying an unhealthy amount of overused books and jackets you’ll only wear once.
- always has messy hair. loves, loves, loves when you play with it or swipe it off of his forehead for him.
- constantly has chapped lips. he can rely on you to dig through your purse and press some chapstick to his lips whenever you notice him picking at the dry skin, grateful for your preference of cucumber-pear flavored beeswax.
- probably smells like old paper and some cheap pine and timber wood cologne- whatever Marc buys, he uses.
- he’s a touchy lover, you’d quickly learn, when you’d first kissed his cheek during a movie night- wanting to test the boundaries a bit; get a sense for what he was okay with.
- weather it be his fingers brushing against your hip when you’d read at the library with him, letting his fingerprints warm themselves under the fabric of your sweater,
- or if you two decide to go for a walk, his pinky laced with yours, or his thumb around the loophole of your jeans, keeping you near him in the overwhelming crowds of London.
- his confidence grows enormously when you’d mutter “how handsome (he) looks in that button up”, and he’d purposely wear it more often around you.
- he’s an insomniac. he hates that you refuse to fall asleep until he does, but it motivates him to try and fall asleep. you being there with him makes it a little less scary to give into slumber.
- (but if he refuses to sleep, which happens occasionally after a week of bad ‘nightmares’, you’ll spend as long as you can awake with him, either reading to him, or letting him read to you- helping him solve his stupid word puzzles or letting him teach you how to solve a Rubix cube).
- kisses. tickles. anything to have an excuse to touch you.
- he likes to press his chapped lips against your collarbone, particularly the spot just below your throat, where his lips fit perfectly against the prominent bone.
- he’s a gentle lover- but once you get him riled up, it’s hard to get him to slow his eagerness.
- he needs guidance. he’s only ever been with one or two girls- but never to this stage in the relationship. the only experience he really has is his own hand, and the laptop he has stored away for his…’quiet time’ at night.
- he wants to taste you. to have his tongue lap up at your aching core, his eyes never leaving your own as his fingers splay out over your lower stomach, rubbing circles into the dip of your belly button, mimicking his tongue on your swollen clit.
- your fingers in his curls? jesus, he’s a mumbling mess.
- he’s so talkative- constantly praising you as he helps you strip down the last of your clothes, just looking at you. drinking your dimpled skin in under the shitty lights of his studio flat.
- “gods above, you’re so beautiful, love. so, so pretty. all for me. my pretty girl.” he’d mumble over and over again, tugging at his slacks to free himself, practically bursting in his briefs just at the sight of you.
- he’d constantly make sure you’re okay with this- with him. any hesitancy in your gaze and immediately he’s splaying fingers through your scalp, muttering apologies and quick kisses to your temple.
- no matter how desperate he is to take you, to make your his, he’d wait a million years and survive the field of reeds all over again if you weren’t ready. he’d wait for you. no matter how long it takes.
MARC SPECTOR:
- you guys met through the café you work at, as he had stoped in regularly for straight black coffee every morning, usually right when you would start the first batch of coffee beans for the day.
- he’d find little notes written on the mugs you’d hand him- something like a small smiley face next to his misspelled name (which he had corrected the next time, and you’d never spelled it wrong again), which would quickly evolve into hearts or stars the longer he became a ‘regular’.
- he’d finally asked you out once Jake had convinced him enough, and was pleased when you had eagerly said yes.
- the first date happened out of town, where he had eagerly picked you up early Saturday morning, and drove almost two hours out to a ‘nearby’ baseball game.
- pretty sure he cherished the time with you in the car ride there and back rather than at the actual game, though.
- you joyously sang along to half of the songs that came up on the radio, him beaming with pride at your knowledge to almost every one of his favorite artists (probably country/hard rock music who are we kidding)
- he kissed you on your doorstep that night, and immediately he knew he was smitten with you.
- He’s absolutely hates the idea of being seen out and about without something that symbolizes he’s yours, and your his.
- a necklace, a ring, a hickey- just something, anything to remind him of you throughout the day.
- i read a fanfic a few months ago about how he would have a thing for lipstick- about how he sees it smeared across his lips after a heavy make out session in one of the many mirrors around the apartment, and absolutely loses it- like- goes feral, and i agree wholeheartedly.
- any compliment you give him goes straight to his head; a retort, some snarky comment, anything- (he immediately follows his teasing with a small, grateful smile, or a pinch to your ass, though).
- oh yeah- loves your ass. he’s definitely an ass to tits or thighs guy- loves the way it looks in his sweatpants- how you fill them so much better than he does. (nah on a serious note though- Oscar is packing cake)
- if you two ever have to go on long car trips, he’ll gladly allow you to drive rather than him. he likes the soothing sound of the car and sleeping with his legs splayed up on the dash (Jake scolds him for it later, dw).
- you call him your “passenger princess” though? immediately he’s never riding shotgun with you again.
- he smells like Steven (obviously, they share the same body), but with more evident notes of sweat and his preferred shampoo.
- NEAT FREAK ALERT!! he constantly is cleaning up after Steven, mumbling out curses as he finds yet another misplaced book or pen.
- okay- unpopular opinion, but does anyone else think he might be a little autistic? he has an extremely hard time verbally showing his emotions, and is very physically responsive to everyone around him- would much rather text you than call you… (am i over reading him orrr??)
- he’s an ‘actions speak louder than words’ kinda lover. he shows his love through his displays and simple favors rather than through his words, and he receives love best that same way. he wants to see you show him how much you love him.
- contrary to popular belief, i think he’s actually pretty gentle in bed.
- don’t get me wrong, he’s not Steven gentle, but he’s not rough.
- massive stamina. like- you have to work for him to fully come undone.
- yeah, he likes teasing. you wanna cum? you better fucking ask him first, or you’re both gonna be at this all night.
- probably likes it in his car the best- likes the small, cramped space where he is easily able to grab you.
- …and because he likes the thrill of possibly getting caught.
- similar to Steven, he’s pretty mouthy in the moment-not talkative, but loud.
- lots of under-the-breath comments, curses, and groans.
- “fuck, baby- you look so good- you take me so good, yeah? fuck, fu-fuck- you love it, huh? tell me you love it. take it all- doing so good, so fucking good for me.”
- his aftercare is pretty shitty, but at least he tries- he’ll hold you there for a beat, panting into the back of your neck, his fingers still gripping roughly at your hip, before he’ll pull out gingerly and pad to his bathroom, bringing you a slightly damp towel and a bottle of lukewarm water, helping you sit up and drink, and clean yourself off.
- he loves you, though. just doesn’t say it as much as he shows it.
JAKE LOCKLEY:
- i know it’s stereotypical, but you both meet in a bar.
- you’re immediately intriguing to him- the way you carry yourself, the way you gingerly sip on some strong drink you had ordered,
- the way you shamelessly stare at him across the bar’s counter.
- immediately he approaches you, ordering you another one of whatever disgustingly girly drinks you seemed to like so much, and couldn’t help but charm you.
- you were quite pretty, anyway.
- he offered you a ride home, and in your drunken state, you agreed, so much so that you linked your arm with his joyously as he took you to his cab, and held his hand the entire way back to your apartment, where you were seemingly sober enough to direct him (in the general direction) of its location.
- he left you with his number in your phone, labeled ‘J.L.’, letting you back inside your apartment safely for the night, before he drove back to the shared flat with you in mind.
- the next day, he received a call from an unknown number, only to hear your frantic voice on the other end, talking about “how sorry you are for bothering him last night after one too many drinks”, claiming you were “a lightweight” and “weren’t keeping track”.
- and to your surprise, he responded with a simple “you can make it up to me by saying yes to a date, quierido.”
- and after the first three dates, he had welcomed you into his (Steven’s) apartment.
- he trusted you more than he would admit to himself- scolding himself for falling so quickly for you.
- the second you tore off your baggy jacket, revealing that cute little white blouse though? he couldn’t help himself.
- his kisses are more eager than the other two- more teeth than tongue, wanting to draw blood- wanting to taste how sweet you really are.
- he’s even more eager when he realized you seem into it; when you admit you’re a masochist, too.
- he takes this fully to his advantage, stripping you quickly and efficiently, wasting no time in slipping his fingers past your underwear he was too excited to tear off of you, and into your cunt, relishing in the texture of your gummy walls.
- he wants to hear you. he’s not nearly as verbal as the other two, but he definitely wants to to hear you.
- “let me hear you, chica- Estás muy linda, taking my fingers, pretty girl. so pretty, so perfect.”
- lots of praises and affirmations- he’s more focused on making you feel good, so don’t be disappointed if you’re the only one getting naked every once in a while.
- but oh, how desperate he gets for you after being gone for long periods of time.
- he’ll get home after a long night and just want to hold you. nothing sexual, not immediately anyway- he just craves the overall sense of peace from being near you.
- his head in your lap as you comb through his hair, listening to the TV play some old chicago baseball game, or just sit in the ‘silence’ of you humming softly to him.
- he likes seeing you happy, so if that means staying in bed with you just a couple minutes longer, he doesn’t mind skipping ‘work’ that night.
- he smells musky. usually of leather and cigars, as he constantly (to your dismay and heavy scolding) is smoking.
- he’s the best of the three at aftercare, surprisingly.
- blueberry pancakes afterwards, and he’ll bring you a hot cup of tea or coffee (depending on your mood) after a particularly ‘rough night’, followed by a soothing massage in bed, or him cleaning you up in a hot bath to some romantic, Spanish-jazz record.
- he likes being taken care of too, though.
- he’s more of a physical-lover, preferring to be near you and touching you rather than gift giving and words of affirmation.
- he likes those too though, don’t get me wrong.
- as long as you love him for who he is; accept that there’s no changing him, in what world is he to not fall for you?
