#Marc Spector the man that you are

[whatthefishh]

I have a day off from class and all I can think about is how fucking fine Oscar's thighs look in the ceremonial MK suit like...they look as if they are about to bust out especially when he is squatting and just-so. so thick. so...so fuuuck anyway.

yeah wow. i cant stop thinking about them i see a picture of Marc in that suit or or those damned jeans and i'm like let me. at them. just for a second. one second please

im normal about it (im not)

Clem!

He’s soooo thick in MK I don’t blame you hahha Marc in those god damn jeans in the middle of Egypt like sir put those away or I’m gonna BITE YOU

[whatthefishh]

Gimmeeeeeeeee maaarrrcccccccc

The Box (NSFW edition)

Read the FLUFF version My Masterlist

Summary: You have a secret to share with Marc. A box under your bed.

Paring: Marc Spector x f!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Notables: One-shot. This story has 2 versions. This is the NSFW version. It's not actually that smutty, but the conversation is 18+. The story starts the same, but completely changes after the divider. (dividers by saradika)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ sex toys, mentions of anal stuff, dry humping, not beta'd

Sometimes you can know someone so well and still be completely blindsided by their secrets. But some secrets really aren't that big of a deal. Right?

Marc, your boyfriend of six months, had asked you to move in with him.

You had a shitty roommate anyway, so you were ecstatic. Plus Marc lived much closer to your job.

Some of your friends - the few who always had something to say about Marc - cautioned you that it was too soon. That you didn't know one another well enough. You calmly explained to them that you had spent practically every waking moment with him for the last 187 days. These were the friends who labeled Marc too quiet, grumpy and when they were feeling especially rude: boring or moody. (Maybe you needed new friends)

Your other friends encouraged it. They knew how crazy you were about Marc, and their opinion was that you could really get to know someone by living with them. These friends saw how Marc was protective of you - always walking you where you needed to be, always waiting for you after work. They enjoyed his rare but funny jokes, and appreciated his poker skills.

A few of them, guys and girls alike, were absolutely crazy about his American accent.

"Who knows what kind of things you'll learn about Mr. Mysterious?" Your best friend teased. That's what she liked to call Marc, even to his face. Well, she wasn't wrong.

Marc had trusted you with all manner of personal information, including the fact that he was actually a system. Just last week, before he asked you to move in, you met Steven. Marc told you Steven was his alter.

You started to wonder what Marc could even see in you. He was this complex, well-traveled, multi-lingual retired solider. And he definitely had that mysterious vibe going. Hadn't he met so many other interesting people?

His answer was that you always accepted everything he told you, as if he were completely normal. And that he loved you.

So given the fact that your relationship was solid, loving and secret-free (for the most part), why were you so nervous to tell him about your teeny tiny, little secret? It couldn't be more interesting than his background.

So why couldn't you show him your box?

For the last few years, you had inadvertently collected a box containing items of a certain nature. It was kind of embarrassing. However, Marc always put his trust in you, right?

So you decided, if you were going to live with Marc and share a closet with him - it was time to either get rid of The Box (not likely) - or show it to him. You were certain he wouldn't even bat an eyelash at the items inside or the thought of you using them. He would probably be all for it.

Your favorite item was something you typically only used it when Marc was gone on a trip, or on an occasional night alone, if you had trouble sleeping.

He was coming over tonight to help you pack up your kitchen, since there was no way in hell your shitty roommate would ever help you. You had already asked him to spend the night, so the situation would lend itself to this exact conversation.

"I have to tell you something."

Marc was relaxing on your bed - one hand behind his head and the other, stretched out to hold yours. Having shed his hoodie after working up a light sweat packing your entire kitchen, his almost-too-tight t-shirt sleeves wrapped deliciously around his biceps.

Damn he was pretty.

Releasing his hand, you reached under the edge of your bed and pulled out The Box. Marc's dark eyebrows shot up while the corner of his mouth curled.

"What's in there?"

Hoping you didn't seem like the biggest weirdo, you slowly removed the lid. "I've been wanting to show you this, but...I didn't know what you would think."

Sitting up a little, he leaned over to get a peek. You slammed the lid back on The Box with a squeak.

"Come on, baby, don't stop. Please show me."

Something about that little beg made you tingle all over. And that was the whole fucking problem.

Every time Marc uttered the word 'please' you went feral.

'Please text me when you get home.'

'Please pass the salt.'

'Please don't be mad.'

'Please...'

"Honey?"

Marc's voice interrupted your mental tangent.

"Okay," you breathed out, finally removing the lid. "I know it'll seem like a little much but...well, just look."

Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, Marc peered down into The Box, rummaging around in your secret stash.

Sex toys. Not much of a shock. You had a box stashed under your bed, the contents of which made you flustered and hesitant to show him. What else would it be?

But these were...nearly all of an anal nature. A few kinds of lube, anal plugs, beads, wands - basically anal training toys, plus some standard vibrators, and a few kinds of restraints.

"Holy shit," Marc whistled. "Who's the lucky guy? Or girl..."

"You, I hope," you bravely confessed. "You don't have to be into all this," you went on to explain. "But...I've always wanted to try...stuff like this and..." Trailing off, you swallowed hard, losing your nerve.

"And you're afraid of what I'll think of you?" Marc clarified, pointing to your stash. "Of all this."

"Yes." Chewing on your lip, you tried to explain. "I can't think of like a sexy way to bring it up. I mean...you know, in films and things, people are always jumping all over each other. But...it takes a lot of work to be safe and communicate and I'm just so awkward sometimes."

Marc nodded, his dark eyes regarding you with sincere interest and affection.

"I just..." Blowing out a long breath, you decided to hurry through the rest of your rather uncomfortable confession. "I...want to do things to you, Marc." Your skin started to heat up as his eyes darkened.

"I want to try things with you...I want to tie you up and drive you crazy and make you feel so good."

The tip of Marc's tongue darted out to wet his lips as his breathing started to change.

"I really have no objection to that. Don't know why you think I would." Setting the box aside, he wrapped his arms around you and hoisted you onto his lap. "Tell me more, sweet girl."

As your thighs eased apart, you pushed yourself down against his hardening length. Even fully clothed, Marc felt delicious.

"I-I think about the things I want to do." Touching your forehead to his, you went on, a little breathlessly. "Sometimes I can't even concentrate on my job or when I'm cooking or doing anything...because of how much I want to - "

Running his strong hands down the curve of your back, Marc squeezed the curve of your ass and pulled you into him suggestively. "Want to what, baby?"

"Want to ruin you."

His mouth was hot and ready for you, his breath tickling your lips.

Licking into him, you rolled your hips as he pressed and pulled you harder against his firm body.

"How are you going to do that?" He challenged, latching on to the corner of your mouth before kissing a hot trail to your ear.

You groaned, shivering as his tongue slipped inside your ear before his teeth gently tugged at your earlobe. He knew your weakness. This was a challenge.

Needing to accept the challenge, you decided to catch him off guard.

"I want to fuck you," you panted, your bodies now grinding in a consistent, sensuous rhythm.

"Nothing new there," he teased, continuing to taunt you with nibbles and licks to your ear, while squeezing your ass and thrusting up into you.

Pulling away from his mouth, you grabbed his jaw roughly and forced his gaze down to The Box. "No. With those."

Marc's lips parted as his breathing grew shallow. Reaching into The Box, his fingers grazed over the options. "Which one?"

You were going to lose your mind, you were so turned on. And the friction between your bodies right now felt so good. "I don't care. Any of them. All of them. It would take some getting used to. For you."

"Then what?" He challenged, locking gazes with you once more. "Say it - I want you to say it."

Your mouth was dry. Fuck...he was into this. "I want to tie you up. I want to...try things...inside you. I want to fuck you. I want you to beg me. I'll make you beg me."

Marc could understand why you might have been hesitant to show him The Box, or to admit these things.

But this shit? Oh, he was ready to sign the fuck up right now. Your need to do these things to him - how hungry you were to bring him to his knees? Just the look in your eyes right now - pupils wide, lips parted, panting. The hunger he could see and feel in you? Hell yes.

So he decided to take a little bit of the pressure off. After all, you were brave enough to really open up to him.

Easing you off his lap, he set you down on the bed and got on the floor, on his knees. "I want you to fuck me," he begged, his voice strangled, his eyes dark and pleading. "Please."

Damn, this was going to be fun.

[1800-l0g4n]

Badonkers

[celebh0ttie]

OSCAR ISAAC

[whatthefishh]

I love him 🥺

[dis-aster9255]

If moon knight does appear in the MCU again but only as a side character and gets NO stand alone movie/season 2,

I will be finding the marvel executives and I will commit crimes

[mxterhyde]

I am the thousandth person to campaign for Moon Knight and Spider-Man to interact more

[cactus-teeth-art]

moon bunny.............

[dulldoc]

Moon knight 🌙

Watercolors on paper

[age-of-moonknight]

“Pathfinder,” Moon Knight: Fist of Khonshu (Vol. 2/2024), #3.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Domenico Carbone; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[whoreish-behaviour]

He’s so freaking adorable and very Steven-coded lool !!

[moonknightblog]

So- Khonshu is able to heal Marc in Marvel Rivals canon (but due to game mechanics can’t…) Part of me wishes instead of Khonshu saying “Good you needed it” when Marc grabs a health pack- it would feel more like Khonshu healing Marc!

(This is what he is probably doing instead)

[whatthefishh]

THIS IS EXACCTTTLYYYY WHAT IM TALKING ABOUTTTTT

you just 🥵🥵 get the image of Marc that I need injected in my veins

Thank u so much for indulging me aaaaah 🤍🤍🤍

Marc with his hand around your throat — not choking, no pressure just holding it there firmly as he slow fucks you into the mattress and you feel like you can’t BREATHE SORRY BYE

You show him, even though you know you shouldn’t. It is just so pretty: tanned Italian leather, nickel plated.

“It would look good around my neck, wouldn’t it?” you say, joking. Like, 20% joking.

The two of you went all in together on this apartment to get him out of his parents’ house. It had been moving out or joining the army—and the last thing you wanted was Marc gone, gone away from you, gone doing who-knows-what and who-knows-where.

You had moved in together, and spent every last penny from both of your savings to keep afloat. There was no fucking way he would spend eighty dollars (plus shipping and handling) on a collar, no matter how pretty you would look in it.

That night when he’s fucking you into the mattress you both have on a box spring on the floor, he watches your face with dark, knowing eyes. His hands have pinned yours above your head and then gotten restless—grabbed his belt to slip it from the loops on his discarded jeans so he could bind them together.

He gets like this. He needs to dominate you just as badly as you need to submit to him. You dream of the day you two can have a headboard, one he can tie you to and edge you for hours—

Marc slips his hand around your throat. Your entire body stiffens, full of electricity from the conduit of his touch. He isn’t even squeezing, but you can feel the strength of his fingers. You know the strength of his hands. His thrusts slow into something slow but no less deep, each one brushing the most tender place inside you.

“You don’t need a collar, do you baby girl?” he asks, breathless from the way he’s been fucking you. “Not when I’ve got two hands. Not when you look so pretty with one wrapped around your neck. Maybe I can’t afford to get you a collar yet—but make no mistake. I own you, don’t I, baby?”

His fingers flex and you are gone, eyes rolling back, holding your breath like he’s choking the life out of you even if he isn’t, cunt clenching around his cock. His breathless little laugh rings in your ears, and you know he is right.

Right about everything.

[writeraid]

if there's one thing I've learned from the (MCU) moon knight fandom, it's that some people (specfically people who are not from any of these places) are really good at writing a British accent but not the Midwestern accent, and vice versa.

Obviously no hate intended here, I just think it's really kinda amusing. Also I technically fall into the vice versa category but at the same time I'm from the Midwest so no actually I dont.

[sadwetcatmk]

If Oscar Isaac had a nickel for every time he played a comic book character who took a guy's face off, he'd have two nickels

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

I've been saving this one. You have no idea.

ALRIGHT LET'S GO.

THIS SCENE. They are reunited and the door has opened. They have hope! Look at their faces. Steven is SO Steven. He's just amazed and full of hope and wonder. Marc is still defrosting, but he looks surprised.

Sure, he didn't expect for them to be saved. This is a man that had thought his whole life that he was unworthy of anything. He made it to the field of reeds, and then immediately rejected it for Steven. Yet here he stands, with Steven Grant and the door back to life.

So why doesn't he look happy?

In fact, in half a second, you see his face turn ever so slightly into one of doubt.

In that second, he moves back. He pushes Steven forward just a little. Is Marc considering pushing Steven through and staying behind? Giving Steven the life without him? He's already seen that he could move on without Steven. Can Steven move on without him?

It wouldn't be unlike Marc to put Steven first. To stay trapped in the Duat and let Steven be the hero with Layla.

And Steven, still looking at the light, Marc is the first to notice the Duat rising up to try to claim them. His look of fear as he clutches at Steven a little tighter. He would do anything in that moment to protect him.

He even tells Steven to go ahead. To go without him. Not because he can't walk and is slowing Steven down. He tells Steven to go because he still isn't sure if he should go back.

Even when Steven tells him he isn't going without him, Mac still pushes Steven through the door first. SHOVES him through the door first.

Just in case it's a trick. Just in case something happens. At least Steven will be safe. Luckily, Steven is still holding him and drags Marc along with him, just in case Marc stops. Just in case Marc changes his mind...