Jake Lockley - Blog Posts

Dream Boy (1/?)

Steven Grant x F!Reader, Marc Spector x F!Reader

↪ Warnings: Fluff, Stuttering (Sorry), Not the best of Writing, Oscar Isaac

↪ Summary: Your first day on the job. Seems simple enough right? Well, that simplicity changes when you meet your new boss and new coworker. Simple....right?

A/N : I'm so sorry for this. The stuttering does get out of hand tbh- I hope this isn't too cheesy. This is from my Wattpad. It's sure going to look childish. Yeah, just read it. What could go wrong?

Cheerio!

Words: 1k :)

It was a day like no other.

You had work today at the Museum. You had just gotten a job there and didn't want to go. Sure, it was to pay off rent, and yeah, you thought it would be fun.

But, waking up at 6 am just to sell things that didn't associate with Egyptians seemed foolish.

You lifted yourself off your very comfortable bed. It was the most relaxed you've been in a while. You had such a groggy feeling as you lazily opened your eyelids. Your eyes gave a second to adjust.

The sun shined through your curtains. You stretched your arms and yawned as you set your eyes on your alarm clock.

6:55...

That's what it read. right? You squinted your eyes so that you could make sure you were reading it correctly.

"Oh, bloody hell.."

You huffed as you quickly got up to grab your clothes from your dresser. Two words repeated in your head as you tried to rush your way out of the apartment. 'I'm Late. I'm Late. I'm Late!'

You eventually did make it out the door but, dang, you didn't have your keys.

You rolled your eyes as you barged back into your apartment to find your keys. Didn't take you long, but it could've been quicker to find them.

You stormed out the door, locking it swiftly. You would be delighted to just look decent since you didn't get a chance to even look at yourself in the mirror.

Just what you need to start your new day at work.

. . . . . . . . 𓆩❤︎𓆪 . . . . . . . .

You had eventually set foot into the museum. Sadly, you were looking for the gift shop. Your field of vision was a bit lazy as you tried your hardest to look around without looking like a twat.

Your search was stopped when someone tapped your shoulder.

Your body jolted towards the tap. Your eyes had moved first as your head followed to reveal a woman. A very disappointed-looking woman to be exact.

Your eyes went straight for the name tag. It read 'Donna'

'Shit, it's my boss'

The stiffness in your body grew as she stared at you with a disgusted face.

"Annndd where the hell have you been?"

Her accent was strong as she scolded you. You gave her a sheepish smile as you scratched the back of your neck.

"I- I'm sorry, I wo-"

"I don't need your excuses, your 'partner' was late too. Can I not even have loyal employees?!"

Her voice rose. You were stuck on the word she used for your secretary. They are supposed to help you in the Gift Shop department since you've never been good with cashiers. You would've never expected them to be late.

"Well? get to WORK!"

Your eyes grew wider as people around you began to stare. You nodded to Donna, yet, you still had to ask her one more question. Where the hell is the gift shop.

"Don-"

"To your right"

"Yes ma'am"

You saluted her off for some reason. You shook it off as you jogged towards the Gift Shop. Luckily, it was easy to see. You were also glad to see that there weren't any customers.

You finally reached a white counter that shined bright against the lights from the ceiling.

You looked left and right for your so-called secretary. You couldn't quite find them so you just decided to take a minute for yourself and put your stuff away.

You had also found a small mirror on the counter.

You decided it would be best to fix the mess of hair that appeared to be a bird's nest.

You laughed a bit at yourself as you attempted to fix it. Along with your eye bags, you grabbed some under-eye foundation, which you thought was very useful.

As you began to place the substance on your face, some sort of eerie feeling came upon you. It didn't feel right but it didn't feel wrong either.

You shook your head slightly and finished the rest of the mush on your face so it didn't look out of place.

Suddenly, your eyes met with another's in the mirror. You looked concerned as you slowly turned towards the being.

"Oh..h-hi"

Someone said with a flustered voice. Your face met with theirs. You scanned them, it was a guy. A very handsome guy to say the least.

You had forgotten about their greeting so you blurted out,

"H-hello!"

Your face went into a bright pink as the man chuckled a bit at your response. You tried to laugh along but your brain felt like it was shutting down.

"I-I'm guessing you're the one working with me, no?"

You forced yourself to nod a 'yes' towards the black-haired boy. He appeared to be wearing a grey jacket of sorts with a button-up collar and some very nice dark grey jeans. He had very curly hair which fell on top of his forehead. 'Talk about smoking hot!'

You hadn't noticed, but a smirk grew onto your face as you scanned the man's features.

"Let m-me show ya the ropes"

"Sure"

He spoke fluently, yet, he always stuttered at least once in his sentences. Probably because you were a new person to appear in his life. An attractive one to say the least.

He began showing you where everything is. You had a fond memory so it wasn't too hard to recollect everything. You took one whole circle around the Gift Shop until you came back to the counter.

"So? Y-you think you're good to go?"

You meddled with your hands as you were stuck on one thing. The stupid cash register. That's the one thing that you struggled with the most.

"I-I um... Could you p-possibly.."

Why was this so damn hard? You were usually so good at speaking your mind and finding words without thinking about it. For some reason, it was so hard to find the words to ask how to use a singular cash register.

You rolled your eyes at yourself. The curly-haired boy didn't seem to take it that way.

"S-Sorry, did I say something wrong?"

A confused look came back to you as you waved your arms around.

"No! of course not, why would you think that?"

He started to fiddle with his thumbs as he couldn't think of something to say. You looked at him for a second to spot a name tag. You quickly read it.

"Steven"

Your right hand covered your mouth from the sudden outburst. 'I didn't mean to say that out loud!'. Steven looked at you with his cheeks turning a dark red. His eyes were wide as his mouth was partly open.

"How-"

"Your name tag! Don't worry I'm not a stalker!"

You both laughed a bit in relief. This was getting a little awkward. You sure as hell didn't want Donna to come back and yell at the two of you for not getting your work done.

"Just- could you help me with the register?"

Steven's eyes looked joyous. It was as if they were sparkling.

"M-my help?!"

He was pretty joyful. He looked like a puppy as he led you towards the back of the counter.

"Cute"

You whispered as you followed. He looked at you but went right back to the cashier with a bright smile on his face. Then he began to show you how it works and yada yada.

. . . . . . . . 𓆩❤︎𓆪 . . . . . . . .

The shift was almost over. You should've been grateful, but you weren't. You felt this pain in your chest as you began to close off the shop. 'What's wrong with me?'

You've never felt this, it didn't feel right. Your face looked disgusted as you turned around back to Steven, who had just finished putting away the plushies that were on the floor.

His face looked gentle as he strolled over to you.

"Are y-you alright?"

Your face fell back into a calm smile as you spoke to the nervous boy.

"I'm quite alright, you?"

"Feelin like a ray of sunshine"

He gave you a warm smile. You both chuckled as you left the shop to finally close off your nights.

"I'll see you tomorrow?"

You said as you held the back of your neck with your hand. Steven put his gaze on you, it was as if he was staring at you lovingly. 'As If!'

"Can't wait.."

He darted his eyes towards the ground as you both walked out of the museum. You were going to say goodbye until you noticed something. Steven had been walking the same way as you towards your bus stop.

"Uh, Steven?"

His face jolted up to look at you once again

"O-oh, hello"

"Do you take this bus too?"

His face froze as he looked at the bus stop. It sure was his bus stop. His head turned towards you and then his eyes did.

"I guess it is"

His smile never faded as you both waited for the bus. You did eventually get on it, together. Steven was kind enough to pay for you. You reassured him that he didn't need to. He shrugged it off saying that he owes you.

"Owe me for what?"

"F-For being so kind"

His smile just somehow grew larger and brighter. He sure was optimistic. You ran a hand through your hair as you looked out the window for a second. It was almost time for you to get off.

Butterflies formed in your stomach. The butterflies seemed to be a good and bad feeling. They came from Steven's compliment but also came from the fact you were going to leave someone who made you happy.

Your stop became closer and you sighed.

Steven's face grew concerned. He didn't say anything but he did glance at you from time and time.

You got up from your seat and waved goodbye.

"Now I will see you tomorrow"

A loving smile formed on your face as you looked at the curly-haired boy one more time. He smiled back. You could hear your heart pound as he said his next words. It was the cutest thing he said all day.

"Laters Gators"

A/N: Wasn't too bad, yeah? I might post the second chapter. Idk, we shall see... Hope you enjoyed my awful writing <3

The Moon Upon The Itsy Bitsy Spider

Moon Knight POV

Collaborators:

Mars- @marsmartens - Masterlist

Masterlist:

Chapters:

Chapter One: The Discovery

One-Shots:

Art:

Jokes:

Moon’s Haunted

A/N: On my collaborator’s posts, you might see me referred to either as Major or Loki, either of these are fine to refer to me as, one is simply my username and the other is my chosen name!

Wc: ~460

A/n: Hello! This is part of a little series I’m collaborating with @marsmartens on, and I’m the secondary writer mainly focusing on the Moon Knight System’s point of view. All kneel, and good day. -Loki /|\ Major Stumbles

Tw: Swearing, smoking, and stalkerish tendencies.

🎧—————^-v—^-v——•————^-v—^-v——

-Come as you are- revamped

-Nirvana

Jake pushed his hat up with his thumb, pulling a low drag from the cigarette perched between his pinky and ring finger as he did so. Cold air rushed into the tiny cab as he rolled the window down to blow the smoke out into the environment, another drag pulled from the cig almost immediately after. His interest had been piqued, so he let the engine stall even as the light turned green. No one was on this damned street either way.

A kid stood across the road. Well, not a child-kid, very much an adult, but he seemed younger than Jake himself. A beanie had been nestled on his head and a scarf tossed around his shoulders, both barely warm enough with the threadbare jacket around him and the old gloves on his hands. Light illuminated the kid’s face from a caller that’d been left to the final ring twice now. 

Whoever was on that line was gonna be pissed when the call finally went through. Jake grinned at the thought. Another drag, another blast of cold air from the window. It was a wonder the kid hadn’t seen or heard him yet. Another drag, another blast of cold air from the window. One thought per breath, he was getting dull. Marc would probably be suspicious of how much the meat suit’s lungs would ache in the morning, but that wasn’t his problem. Another drag, another blast of cold air from the window. The kid moved.

That call had apparently finally been picked up. The kid had pressed the phone to his ear, looking nervous as he mainly listened to whoever was on the other side with the occasional comment. Another drag, no blast of cold air. As the kid shivered, the cigarette sizzled out. Jake had been done with it anyway. That guy was much more interesting.

A thin lump around the middle finger of his right hand in the glove indicated a ring, the only one on either hand. A promise ring, most likely, implying a partner. The kid’s nervous demeanor made Jake think that he didn’t have a great partner, either from going through a rough patch or just a jerk lover in general. With a relationship like that, the partner would probably be hounding this kid like a dog on an arsehole. No visible work attire, probably on vacation or just immigrated. With how scolded the kid looked, it was likely an impulsive decision that his partner hadn’t even had the chance to pick up on before he was gone.

Jake grinned. Another cigarette was tapped from the carton and balanced between his teeth. The thing lit, and his engine revved as he sped off through the newly-red light.

Steven would like that one.

Masterlist

Sketches of MCU actors I've done so far to improve my technical art skill 🪻

Actor: Sebastian Stan - Character: Winter soilder/James 'Bucky' Barnes

Actor: Oscar Isaac - Characters: Moon Knight and Miguel O'Hara

Actor: Anthony Mackie - Character: Captain America/Sam Wilson

Actress: Deborah Ann Woll - Character: Karen Page

🤍 They have a boy band and it's called the trauma boys 🤍

Can't unsee it now, can't complain either

OMG???? THIS WHOLE SERIES IS JUST MAGNIFICENT

pornstar!moon-boys x fluffer!reader

part three: jake

a/n: some headcannons bc we filthy up in this bitch >:) 1.5k??? i'm overcompensating for something lmao

others: marc | steven | more steven

as a fluffer, it's your job to know how to keep the boys interested. each alter has their own preferences:

(NSFW 18+ under the cut)

jake: the troublemaker

GIF by manny-jacinto

Jake was the last (and final?) alter you met. He didn't ask for you the first time you met. Actually, you thought you were seeing Marc, but it turns out Jake was 'covering this one' for him, whatever that means.

It turns out Jake had been in the industry longer than Steven but you've just never met him. Unlike the other boys, he was used to taking whatever fluffer was offered on set, not really preferring or caring who was preparing him for the day. It never really mattered to him.

And then he met you.

His eyebrows raise when you walk in, eyes taking in every inch of your body. You're dressed in a pair of comfy shorts and an oversized shirt, hair styled casually so it's out of your face (Marc was going through a phase where he craves to see you in pajamas, needing that extra domesticity and softness).

Jake doesn't greet you, or even bother to stand up from the couch to shake your hand. He looks...amused, like he recognizes you.

"You're that girl that has my brothers wrapped around her finger." It's not a question, more like a statement.

He leans back against the couch as if to get a better view of what's in front of him. He looks like Marc, but he doesn't sound or carry himself like him. And he's definitely not Steven.

You don't deny his words, "And... you are?"

"Lockley, Jake Lockley." He still doesn't move to shake your hand, just says it with a nod.

"Another...?"

"Yeah, there are three of us... As far as I know."

"Where's --"

"Marc? I dunno." He doesn't look too concerned. It's almost like he's barely interested in the conversation when it isn't about himself. "But I'm here." You catch your first glimpse of his famous smirk, one that you've learned spells trouble.

You've named Jake as the troublemaker of the trio because he constantly bends the rules and does what he wants. Especially with you.

For one, he's the first alter you ever fucked. Actually, he's the first pornstar you've fucked, too.

Usually you have a longer session the first time, but 20 minutes would have to do. He's still staring at you, sitting on the couch with his legs spread wide. Inviting.

You go up to him like any other client, not phased by his dark eyes and mischievous allure, and straddle over his thighs. His hands immediately come up to hold your waist, steadying you easily against him.

Other than that, he doesn't make a move, clearly waiting to see what you'll do.

"So what do you like, Lockley?"

"Aren't you supposed to figure that out, sweetheart?"

Kissing Jake always takes your breath away. He's demanding but somehow he makes you feel like you need it, not the other way around.

He's dirty with it, drawing you in with soft kisses before nipping at your lips and then deepening it by laving his tongue against yours. It's addicting how smoothly he moves against you, tempting your body to take it a step up, to cross that line.

You are sitting up on your knees just a few inches off of his lap, hovering over and making out with him, hands cradling his jaw. You have the upper hand (and are literally over him) but you've never felt so lost in a kiss.

You feel his hands drag from your waist to your ass. He grasps you, shoving your loose soft shorts up so he can feel your skin against his palms. You let him.

That was your first mistake.

You're distracted by his mouth when his hand shifts from your butt to your aching center. You've been dripping -- soaking since he gave you a taste of his tongue, since he first held you.

You let out a surprised moan as his fingers press flush against your clothed core, stroking against your most sensitive area. He applies the perfect amount of pressure against your cunt, brushing and prodding at your entrance over your clothes before cruelly teasing your clit.

You let it go on far longer than you should've, but it just felt so good. And then it felt too good.

He rubs your clit until you're seeing white, until you can only think of him and how he's touching you.

You gasp, "Jake!" Your legs shake from having to hold yourself up as he pushes you off the edge. He growls as you wrap your arms around his shoulders to keep you steady. You settle back onto his lap, forehead resting against his chest as you pant and calm down.

He's hard as a rock against you, practically pulsing as he watches you come down from your orgasm and melt against him.

He figured you out, and you, him.

Jake gets off on getting you off.

When you're his fluffer, you're his to touch, tease, and prod, not the other way around.

You wouldn't really call him a 'giving' partner because at the end of the day, he does it for himself.

He's selfish in how he'll pull orgasm after orgasm out of you, just because it pleases him. He doesn't care if you're writhing under him.

That first session didn't end where it was supposed to. Giving you an orgasm was already more than you're used to. But he kept going. You were distracted, caught off guard.

That was you're second mistake.

Before your lust-fogged mind could wrap around what was happening, your loose and stretchy pajama shorts were tugged to the side and he was pushing up into you.

The stretch was intense, but he slid in easily with how wet you were for him. You both groan simultaneously as he filled you to the brim.

After that first round, Jake ceased production for the day, telling everyone to go home while yelling "Don't fucking interrupt me" on his way back to his dressing room.

---

(He's not allowed to fuck you during working hours anymore -- they even put it in his contract. He wasn't too happy about that.)

Needless to say, you were called back the next day.

As much as Jake loves to play with you, sometimes there isn't enough time, especially on bigger projects with less time to fool around. In those cases, he takes a quick sloppy blowjob.

And by sloppy, you mean sloppy.

He loves watching you struggle to swallow him down, eyes shiny with tears and drool dripping down your neck.

His hand grips your hair, guiding the smooth pace as you bob against him. You whine as he slowly speed up, your jaw is already tired and knees are sore. You hold on your his hips to help stay steady as he starts to thrust back into you, cock hitting the back of your throat every so often. You gag and he growls.

He's the one who pulls you off, knowing his own limits.

He's the most controlled out of the three, able to slip you off his cock just at the right moment before walking out and starting the day.

He groans when he peers down at you, "Fuck...I wish I could cum down that pretty throat," You're wiping your mouth, lips still vibrating from the way he fucked into you. "C'mon baby, let's go. Call time's in five." You comb your fingers through you messy hair before he helps you up.

Then you follow him out.

Like Marc and Steven, he also refuses to be prepped by anyone else. But he also takes it a step further (bc of course he does), he takes you to set with him. Like some 'bring-your-girlfriend-to-work' day.

(oh yeah...you're with them now...)

You didn't even know that you were allowed to physically be on set when scenes are being recorded, until Jake insisted, claiming he could only keep it up if you were watching.

Sometimes when he's fucking a girl (or fucking himself) he looks up, eyes scanning the room until he finds you. The cameras don't exist to Jake and this isn't his job. Porn -- or being recording -- is just him doing the company a favor and letting them have a glimpse into his bedroom habits. He doesn't give a fuck.

He meets your gaze and sends you a cocky smirk, hands restraining the body under him as he roughly slams his hips against hers. It never fails to make your breath hitch and skin bloom with heat.

He gives you the same intense look when you're under him, choking on his cock. He's imagining that you're under him now, stretched and ruined for him. Whimpering and crying out for more. As much as you try to ignore him, you can't. It's like driving past a car wreck, you can't look away.

Directors have had to scrap countless recordings for the final production of videos when he'd get really carried away, grunt dirty words in spanish to the girl in the corner of the room (you) that the camera can't even see.

It's not all bad though, the company sometimes uses those behind-the-scene vids of him, basically cuckholding you, for exclusive content. And viewers go feral for it. Probably because it's more genuine than half of the videos out there.