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fettuccin-e · 1 year

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I can’t stop thinking about Steven and Marc in oversized jumpers and how cozy they look (even tho they’re in a crisis at the time 😅) so requesting a nsfw fic about one/all of the moon boys finding the reader wearing their clothes and it does something to them

hi anon omg this request is so old and i am so sorry that I'm just getting to this!! this is so fun and YES the way marc spector would go fuckin FERAL over his S/O smelling like him,, like he's so possessive i love him sm!! i hope the smut makes up for my lateness. love u!!!

A Soft Ray of Sunlight

Tags: Marc Spector x Reader, fem!reader, unprotected piv (pls wrap it up irl, fuck them kids), kitchen sex lol, really light spit kink, possessive!Marc (w/c: 1.7K)

You’re in the kitchen when he sees you from the hallway, cooking dinner and humming to yourself as you swirl a sauce around in a pan.

Marc is used to you wearing Steven’s jumpers; you always claim that Steven always manages to find the softest ones, even though you have several others just like them.

But this one, the jumper adorning your pretty body, the bottom of it just brushing the tops of your thighs, it’s his. Marc’s. It’s one he’s had for years, the cuffs of the sleeves starting to fray and a coffee stain on the side that he can’t manage to get out. You’re always beautiful, and that sweater looks better on you than it’s ever looked on him.

And it’s all you’re wearing.

The sweater is big on you, but definitely not big enough to only be worn with panties, which is exactly what you’re doing. If you were to bend over, god, Marc would see everything.

His legs move of their own accord, the pull of you like gravity, endlessly drawing him in. His hands slide gently over your waist when he reaches you, and you jump slightly, pulled out of your reverie.

“Shit, Marc, you scared me,” you giggle, leaning your head back against his chest. His strong arms curl around your middle, melding you to him as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

“Sorry, baby,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t sound sorry at all.

“No you’re not,” you whisper, turning in his arms to press your chest against his and kiss him softly. “You are a terrible liar, Marc Spector.”

He moans softly into your mouth, clutching at your hips. Has this sweater always been this soft? It doesn’t feel nearly as good on him as it does on your skin, smelling like a mixture of you and him, intoxicating him. He never wants to wash it again, wants to keep it smelling like you forever.

You smile into his mouth. “Something got you worked up, babe?”

Marc groans again, head swimming with your taste, your smell, the feel of you under his fingers. “You just,” he rasps, pressing kisses to your mouth between words, “God, you’re so pretty, baby. When- when did you take this sweater?”

You make a noise of understanding. “This morning, fresh out of the dryer. Just looked too comfy to fold.” You lean away from his mouth, chuckling when he whines softly. “Why? Do you want it back?” You know he doesn’t, but you still like to see him squirm.

You’re one of the few people in this world to break down Marc Spector’s stoic nature, and you’ve never been known to use your powers over him for strictly good things. Getting him desperate is just too fun.

“Please no,” he mutters, moving from your mouth to pepper kisses down your jaw and neck. “You look way better in it than I do.”

“Not possible,” you whisper, winding your hands into his hair to tug him back to your mouth. You can feel the outline of his cock through his sweatpants, pressing into your hip. You untangle a hand from his hair to palm the bulge, relishing in the wet gasp that rips out of Marc’s throat. “Happy to see me, Spector?”

“When you look like this, how could I not be?”

You lick feverishly into Marc’s mouth as he walks you backward, crowding you into the kitchen counter. His thick fingers dig into your hips, likely going to leave light bruises. “You know,” you whisper, pulling away from his mouth to drag a finger down his chest, teasing. “I’m still wet from last night.”

Marc chokes on a breath. “Yeah?”

“Mhm. Not to mention that I’m soaked whenever I see you.” You watch Marc’s mouth drop open a little bit, his pupils blown wide with arousal. “But you boys fucked me so good last night. I’m still dripping,” you lean in further, your lips brushing against his ear, “gaping for you.”

Marc groans loud, the sound ripped violently from his chest. He leans down, grabbing the backs of your thighs in his big hands to lift you until you’re sitting on the counter, your legs rising to wrap around his waist. “God, baby,” he mutters. “You wanna kill me?”

“Not kill you, just drive you crazy.”

“Mission fucking accomplished, sweetheart.” He licks into your mouth all over again, pressing himself into you. The position is perfect; from this height, his cock presses so perfectly against your pussy, the both of you only separated by your pesky clothing.

You whine into him, your hands moving down to push at his sweatpants till they’re around his thighs, freeing his aching cock. You wrap your hand around him to give him a long stroke, and he breaks from your lips to gasp, his eyes clenched shut.

“You gonna fuck me, Marc?” you murmur, pumping him slowly. “Make me drip even more?”

“Can I, baby?” he whines, and you answer him by licking into his mouth all over again, letting go of his cock to reach down and pull your panties down your hips. Marc grabs them as you work them down the fat of your thighs, tugging them roughly over your knees and letting them fall carelessly to the floor.

Then you both are colliding, an endless pull between you, never close enough. You grab at Marc’s cock again, sticky and throbbing, guiding the tip of him to your entrance. You weren’t lying; your boys had all come out to fuck within an inch of your life just the night before, leaving you still gaping and still leaking their cum. Used.

Marc has an iron-clad grip on your thighs, holding you steady as he presses in, reaching so deep it’s like you can feel him in your fucking stomach, knocking the breath out of your lungs. “Marc, Marc,” you whine, tucking your face into the crook of his neck and digging your nails into his broad back.

“Shit, baby.” He pulls out just a bit before rutting back in, and you choke on a moan. “You’re so fucking tight. How are you still,” he ruts into you again, and again, “so fucking tight?”

You can barely acknowledge his words, your brows furrowed as you concentrate on the stretch of him in your cunt, mumbling “s’big, Marc. So fucking big in me, gonna break me apart baby.”

An almost pained sound erupts from Marc’s throat, and suddenly he’s fucking into you like a man possessed, one hand traveling to the small of your back, snaking under the sweater to get to your heated skin, while the other travels up into your hair. He grabs a handful of it in a fist and yanks your head back from his neck, forcing you to look into his face, and fuck, Marc looks like an animal. His cheeks are flushed, his hair mussed, and his pupils are blown wide, intoxicated by the feel of you.

You can’t imagine how you must look, little grunts escaping your throat with every one of Marc’s thrusts into your needy pussy, your eyes shiny with tears. It’s so good, the stretch of his heavy cock, bullying into you just right. And then Marc shifts his hips just barely.

You shout wetly, jerking so hard you would have fallen off the table if not for Marc’s strong body pressed against yours, his hand pressed firm against your back. And he has the audacity to chuckle, like the bastard he is.

“Oh baby,” he coos, fucking into you hard at the very same angle, and your thighs are trembling, overwhelmed tears rolling down your cheeks. “That's the spot, pretty girl? Feeling good?”

You barely have the words to describe how amazing he feels, his fat cock pushing hard against your g-spot, unrelenting. “It’s so, it’s so good, Marc. Oh god, oh my fucking god.”

“Shit, taking it so good. So goddamn beautiful like this.” Your body bounces with every one of his thrusts, the hand he has in your hair keeping you from bumping your head into the cupboard behind you. He tugs your face towards him.

“Open.”

Your mouth drops open, almost unconsciously, and Marc spits into your sticky mouth. He groans like he’s dying when you swallow, unthinking and so fucking dumb on his cock that it’s got him lightheaded.

“Good girl,” he groans, and you whine in the back of your throat at the praise. Every thrust into your sensitive pussy feels like lightning rocketing up your spine, and your legs raise higher around Marc’s hips, your heels digging into his ass, urging him in again and again.

“Gonna cum, gonna fucking cum, Marc,” you whisper, your throat tight and achy. “Please, please, please,” you don’t really know what you’re begging for, not really, but Marc answers your pleas anyway.

“Right behind you baby, c’mon, c’mon,” Marc grunts, rutting into you feverishly. “Gotta feel this pretty pussy make a mess around my cock.”

You press yourself into his neck again as you cum, wetting his shoulder with tears as you gasp wetly, your body shuddering uncontrollably. Marc is murmuring little praises into your hair as he finally presses his hips as far as he can go, cock pulsing and filling you with his cum. “So good, baby, y’did so good for me. Looking so pretty for me, sweetheart, how did I manage to land you?”

You answer him with a chaste kiss, tilting your head up from his neck to meet his lips. You cling to each other, unwilling to let go while you will your heartbeats to beat slower, in time with one another.

Marc thinks that he could bask in this moment forever, with you in his arms, warm and soft against him. He hasn’t had a lot of softness in his life. Maybe you’re the softest thing in the world.

Then you giggle softly under his chin, and it sounds like sunlight. He tilts his head down to meet your eyes, mirroring your blinding smile.

“Damn, if I knew that wearing your sweaters would make you fuck me like that, I’d never take them off,” you whisper, unwilling to interrupt the unshakeable sense of peace that fills the kitchen.

“Baby, if you did that, we’d never make it out of the apartment.”

#marc spector loml #i find him a lot easier to write than steven for some odd reason #its probably bc hes sad and tortured #marc spector x you #marc spector smut #marc spector x reader #steven grant smut #moon knight smut #moon knight x you #moon knight x reader #idk why it takes me so long to write stuff #no writing stamina gang rise up

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ramen-flavored · 1 year

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❤️Them❤️

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tonys-fav-bitch · 8 months

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*insert Jennifer Lawrence Hot Ones scene* What do you MEAN?

#oscar isaac #moon knight #I need him #loml #Steven grant #marc spector #Jake lockely #how am i supposed to be normal about this #moon knight system

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hoiiimari · 2 years

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i love moon knight so much

#moon knight #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant #moon knight comics #art #digital art #my art #okay uh new artstyle #and also tags aren’t working #gonna cry #2nd times the charm?#the lomls

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spacecowboyhotch · 1 year

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here’s my masterlist for my sweet wife’s event— you can find more info at @doctorsteths-fluffyfeb if you’d like to participate or keep up with all the fics. all of my works for this challenge will be sfw and at most a little suggestive so everyone is free to enjoy or get on the taglist.

event word count: 5.5k

1 - first date (seeing him series universe)

4 - moonlight (hotch)

6 - person A knowing person B's coffee order (primarily jake lockley)

8 - moving in together (lifelong series universe)

10 - acts of service (blue scoops universe)

16 - person A washing person B's hair (marc spector)

27 - snow (steven grant)

as always let me know if you’d like to be on a specfic taglist: 1) hotch, 2) oscar issac characters, 3) pedro pascal characters.

#aaron hotchner x reader #moonknight system x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #javier peña x reader #steven grant x reader #arson writes #arson writes randos #loml allison ✨#fluffy february #arson writes marvel #doctorsteth #doctorstethsfluffyfeb

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starzalign · 1 year

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Just finished moon-knight…konshu when i catch you its not gon be sweet infact I have a personal vendetta against that character now. I wont spoil anything but if u know u know

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #steven grant loml #marvel #jake lockley #konshu

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lesuccube · 5 months

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➚ 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 : ᴍᴀʀᴄ ꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ — ᴍᴀᴍᴀ'ꜱ ʙᴏʏ

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — who did he take after ?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — angst bug , mild dark trojan [ read at your own risk ! ]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — this is a little bit different from my regular works and more of a short self-indulgent insert of what i think about marc's character . i do find him interesting and wish to dissect him piece by piece . dedicating this to @ominoose , the loml when it comes to angst . not beta'd , constructive criticism is welcomed . reblogs and comments are appreciated .

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 — 0.6k

hey

normalcy (noun)

the condition of being normal; the state of being usual, typical, or expected.

how do my plans fit in with yours? (oh)

you're such a doll and i'm a boy

where did my parents go? (oh, oh)

i'm not in italy

they like vacation homes much more than they love me

what was normalcy? was it the familiar sting of the belt in his mother's hands on his body? or her palms on his cheek? was it the loud volume of her voice whenever she spewed whatever drunken and grief-stricken profanities she was able to come up with? was it the way she would constantly bring up his dead younger brother on every opportunity she had?

to marc, that was what he had considered normal during his childhood, at least until after randall passed. he had a relatively happy childhood before the accident, the flooding and the rain. oh yeah, marc stopped liking rainy days and storms after that day.

you're made of plastic, i'm just blood

when i was born, you were produced

then he left home and served in the military. his next perception of normalcy became the heat of his gun to his cheek (like when his mother would slap him). or the scorching heat of the desert on his skin (like how it feels after he would be abused). or the way everyone would be barking orders at each other or cussing on the battlefield (like she would whenever she saw him outside of his room).

actually, his life after leaving his childhood wasn't that much different than he likes to think. violence was still violence, just in a different form and with a different target.

will he ever be able to leave that past behind?

i wish i was a toy

you say, "hahahahahaha"

and you laugh

and i cry

after the seals, he became a mercenary and then became moon knight.

taking orders from a god that constantly spoke over his shoulder (like his mother would before she'd beat him up). the way he'd get his knuckles bloody and his body bruised (the way his younger body would after every visit she makes). the violence, the anger, the channel… nothing much ever really changed, not really, not ever.

violence was violence. it's embedded in marc's dna.

the way he had randall killed by dragging him to that cave with him.

the way he'd enjoy the way his fists would do the talking; like mother, like son.

the way he'd drink to forget but never will, in a way he was a mama's boy but in the worst ways possible.

half of my heart is in your chest

i'm not a mama's boy

i'd go see italy

i'd go see tuscany

if you could come with me

marc’s worst nightmare would be told that he's like his mother. the violence, the anger, the self-loathing… not that it wasn't true. for the most part.

in a way, he was and will always be his mother's son and not just by blood. not when he acted much like her, as much as he loves to deny it.

maxa-maxa-million, what you waiting up for?

please come out and play with us more

izzy-izzy-izzybell likes to stay in the house

please come out and play with us now

marc spector was a mama's boy, not because she loved him (maybe she did, once upon a time?), but because half of him is built and crafted from years of torment and abuse. molded by her fists and her hurtful words. bent and broken and shaped into the man he is today, a replica, a fragment of the woman he had grown to loathe throughout the years.

under her inescapable shadow, marc spector, the man he is now. marc spector, a reflection of his mother. marc spector, mama's boy.

m-a-m-a-b-o-y, mama's boy, mama's boy

mama's boy, mama's boy

m-a-m-a-b-o-y, mama's boy, mama's boy

#👤 — user : kira #moon knight #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight imagine #moon knight x reader #moon knight angst #marc spector #marc spector fanfiction #marc spector imagine #marc spector x reader #marc spector angst #Spotify

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pedroshotwifey · 2 months

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WIP Wednesday!!

Thank you so much for tagging me @kewwrites (this woman is the legit loml go show her some love)

Got three things for you heathens today!

TTF 7 (lil spicy snippet so no spoilers ;) Chapter 6 will be posted on Friday!)

You moan wildly, your head tossing back as you grip Javi’s hair to keep him to you. He lets you ride out your orgasm, but as soon as it’s through, he’s climbing back up your body and slipping inside of your velvet heat. He groans and dips down to hide his face in the crook of your neck, your arms coming up to wrap around his and hold him close to you. His pace as he starts to thrust in and out of you is less frantic than it has been every other time so far. He makes slow, sensual love to you, like he’s trying to anchor himself to your soul. And you really think he’s successful in his efforts. Little gasps fall from your parted lips each time he bucks his hips up to yours, just forceful enough to peg that heavenly spot inside of you every time.

Urges (Joel Fucking Miller pt. 2) (Can also be read as a standalone but I think it's the same couple)

“Let me suck your dick,” you whisper up at him, watching his eyes go wide as he snaps his head left and right to make sure nobody heard that. The two of you had gone to the last dinner offered, so it’s pretty dark out, and it’s also been raining for the last hour or so. There are only a few people out other than you since it’s so close to curfew, but Joel’s face still goes a little red at your request. You can’t help but bite your lip to contain your smile. It really is funny how flustered he gets about you saying something like that when he’s the one who loves to talk about railing you in public. There’s not a single person under the canopy that you stopped under, but he still lowers his voice as he speaks.

Valentines Day Fic (Unnamed rn but it's with Marc Spector! Not sure when it will be out bc I'm tired asf 🥲)

You find him leaning against the counter, glancing at his watch in the kitchen. “Am I late?” you ask with a smile. He looks up, a goofy grin of his own plastered on his face as he gets ready to respond to you, but it’s quickly replaced with his jaw dropping. Your smile broadens as Marc’s eyes trail up and down your body, taking in every bit of you. “You look fucking gorgeous, baby,” he manages to get out. He holds one hand out a bit, waiting for you to take the last step to him. You do, wrapping your arms around him and placing a kiss on his lips.

What do y'all got?? @nerdieforpedro @sweetercalypso @joels-shitty-puns @callachloe @princessanglophile @romanarose @for-a-longlongtime Sorry if y'all have already done this or if anyone tagged me and I didn't see 😅

#wip wednesday #tag game #pedro pascal #fan fiction #pedro pascal smut #ao3 #smut #pedro pascal characters #joel miller #javier pena fanfiction #javier peña #marc spector #oscar issac smut #oscar isaac

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