#marc Spector

[chaos-and-ink]

stupid doodle i did

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Can I request a non con fic with Marc? We had one with Steven, can he get one too please?

Yes, yes you absolutely can! >:)

Made for him

Yandere!Marc Spector x fem!reader

Cw/triggers: Darkfic, tied up reader, dead dove do not eat, implied kidnapping, non-con/dub-con, p in v sex, fingering, obsessive and possessive behavior, yandere themes, Marc is scary.

Marc couldn't wait any longer, he had to have you. Breaking into your house was a piece of cake for him, and even easier was getting you immobile in your own bed. Fuck, even with handcuffs and tape on your mouth you're so beautiful to him. You couldn't look prettier.

He dragged his fingertips sensually up your exposed thigh, hooking them under the waistband of your panties as he kneeled down next to you.

"You had no idea, hm? No fucking idea what you did to me, honey?" Marc murmured close to your face, his fingers pushing your panties to the side. "Well, let me show you exactly what." he promised darkly.

In response you tried pushing your legs close, knowing what he's going to do to you and squirmed.

Marc sucked in a breath. "Don't do that, sweetheart..." he threatened lowly. Fear made you immediately open your legs back up.

His hand found your pussy, making you tense up as his fingers were fidgeding around with your folds until they've gotten wet.

Marc chuckled lowly. "Aw, are you scared?" he grinned down at you, one of his fingers found its way inside you without a clear warning, making you gasp into the tape at the sudden intrusion.

You tried closing your legs reflexively again, but he tsked in response.

"Nuh-uh, none of that again. Keep 'em open."

The finger inside you brushed against your spot, having you moan softly and buck your hips slightly at the feeling.

Marc smirked when he felt your cunt getting wetter and wetter, adding a second finger to stretch you open, pumping them steadily.

He listened to your soft moans and wet noises, his fingers curling inside you, stroking the spot until your eyes rolled back.

"Fuck, listen to your cute noises. I bet you'd fucking lose it with my cock inside you." He murmured, feeling your hips arching up for more despite your inner struggling he knew you have.

"But unfortunately I can't remove that tape if you're going to scream your lungs out."

Marc removed his fingers, leaving you there whimpering at the loss as he got up, walking around to step at the edge of your bed where your feet are.

"Mmh, you look like a fine piece, ready for me and all mine." You watched him palming himself and slowly undo his pants, shaking your head frantically.

When Marc noticed your unwillingness, he reached for your ankles, pulling you towards him and freeing his aching cock.

"Oh yes you're getting it now. I've waited long enough to get you." He said, lining his dick up with your pussy, running the tip along your wetness and gently nudging your cunt.

"Don't worry sweetheart, it will feel good." Marc promised and with that he surged forward, stretching you open on his cock, not stopping until he ground his hips against you.

He supported himself with both hands on either side of you, pulling out until just the tip remained only to thrust back in again.

"Shit, I knew you'd be perfect." He groaned, maintaining his deep pace.

Your fogged up brain couldn't help but make you arch up into him, the friction he gave you was simply way too good.

Marc chuckled at your obvious response. "Feels good, honey? Want me to keep pounding this pussy until your legs are jelly? Hmm?"

You couldn't suppress the near needy moan, you've gotten so cockdrunk that thinking gotten impossible.

Marc groaned at feeling you slowly submitting to him. "Yeah that's it, I won't stop until I've filled this pussy and it's dripping."

He leaned down, giving your jawline a quick kiss before moving to kiss and suck at the sensitive skin of your neck.

You had no doubt that those spots will turn dark purple giving how hard he sucked. Marc sped up and suddenly bit down, catching you by surprise with a strangled moan, feeling your belly fire up with your impending orgasm.

"You're so perfect, I'll never let you go." He murmured against your skin. He pulled back when he felt you tightening around him. "You're close? Good, wanna feel you cum on my cock, baby."

One of his hands trailed down between your bodies, slowly rubbing your clit, earning needy moans and heavy breathing from you as your orgasm approached.

"Come on, squeeze my dick with your perfect pussy, let me feel it before I fill you up.."

He put pressure on your clit, it made you see starts as you bucked up into him, with your orgasm ripping out of you, your pussy squeezing Marc's cock like a vice.

Marc's hips jerked, his breath coming out in gasps and with one last thrust, he groaned, releasing his hot cum into you before collapsing down on you with his face in your neck.

"Fuck... now you belong to me..." He breathed against your skin, slowly pulling his spent cock out of you but making no move to pull himself up.

After a while, Marc catched his breath and pulled back, supporting himself on one hand while the other sensually dragged two fingers along the tape covering your mouth.

"Wanna know what happens now?" He said lowly, almost ominously.

You swallowed hard, your eyes widened in fear as your mind slowly came back to reality and you shook your head while looking up at him with fear in your eyes.

Marc couldn't resist grinning at your fearful state, loving it how he had you at his mercy.

"I'll get you to my place, keep you there all for myself..."

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[tresmoonies]

Hey, I'm (we're) Steven (Marc, and Jake), otherwise known as... Moon Knight(s)!

I work at the National Art Gallery in London, UK. I'm a gift shop employee, but also a huge, huge nerd enthusiast when it comes to Ancient Egypt. Myths, histories, relics, you name it.

I'm a mess, yeah, but I'm here to enjoy myself. I hope you do too.

Cheers!

--

Hi 👋 Mun here, just thought it might be nice to add in an intro and some guidelines.

I'm a burnt out and chronically sleep-deprived uni student; this means I may post something that doesn't make sense/my English gets fucked up/I might not understand all your asks if you use too much jargon (that's also because I don't know too many. I apologize in advance.).

NSFW is fine, flirting is fine, I'm open to rp starters and other whatnot. Approach me, ask me questions, send me fun little drabbles.

I do write long/short fics and oneshots, but I've never posted them before. If y'all want some I could give it a try (but I'm sure I'll be horrible at it, lmao).

Now, Jake's character does require me to use Spanish here and there. My knowledge of said language is terribly limited, so I'll be dabbling in translators here and there. I'm fluent in Chinese, English, and Korean, so if needed I can whip 'em out.

That's it for now! Don't hesitate to reach out, I hope you have as much fun here as I do :)

[dum-yu]

you're in every part of me, down to every single cell.

i consist of you, my heart beats as if we share the same soul.

i wouldn't ever get rid of you,

not even if i wanted to.

[burgersdayoff]

whatever. go my scarab

[shdwxii]

sweet Steven and Wade 🙏🙏

[tresmoonies]

We're so flattered. Honestly, blushing. Look at those thighs.

his rivals design is PEAK

[starboyanomaly]

god. thinking about one of my all time favorite scenes in moon knight — during the very first psych ward reveal when Marc is incredibly drugged up and sedated, pupils blown to hell, so loose he can’t even utter a word until he catches sight of his reflection — “Steven?” “Steven..?” panic rising until “…Steven” and he plunges to the ground. ouuughh. Marc whump is so good esp when it’s forced on him like that. the desperation bc he can no longer feel Steven with him and he has no idea what’s happening. the fact that Steven’s name is the one and only word he can even think to say is so hhhhhh

[mylittledelulucorner]

I can write a whole essay based on these 2 pictures.

[emma23]

Stay with me :

Marc spector x reader

The air in your shared apartment was thick with tension. It had started as a petty disagreement—something about Marc forgetting to pick up groceries—but it had spiraled into something bigger. Something that cut deeper than it should have.

“You always do this!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up as you paced the living room. “You shut me out, you make decisions without me, and I’m just supposed to sit here and deal with it?”

Marc stood near the kitchen counter, arms crossed tightly against his chest, jaw clenched. His eyes—those deep, conflicted brown eyes—followed you as you paced.

“I’m not shutting you out,” he replied, his tone sharp. “I’m trying to protect you, Y/N. There’s a difference.”

“Protect me?” you repeated, stopping in your tracks to face him. “You think I need your protection? From what? You? Khonshu? Or just every bad decision you make without thinking of me?”

The words stung. You could see it in the flicker of pain that crossed his face, but his pride wouldn’t let him back down.

“Maybe if you didn’t always question everything I do, you’d see I’m trying to make this work!” he shot back.

“Oh, so this is my fault now?” You scoffed, shaking your head. “You know what? Forget it. I’m done with this conversation.”

You turned on your heel, heading toward the bedroom, your anger boiling over. But as soon as you moved to leave, you felt a strong hand wrap around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

“Y/N, you aren’t just gonna leave things like that,” Marc said firmly.

His grip wasn’t painful, but it was unyielding. He pulled you closer, his face inches from yours, and for a moment, all you could hear was the sound of both your ragged breaths.

“Let me go, Marc,” you whispered, but there was no strength behind your words.

“No,” he said softly but resolutely. “I’m not letting you walk away from me. Not like this.”

The argument dissolved into silence as you stared at him, your chest rising and falling with the weight of your emotions. His eyes softened, and you could see the guilt swimming in them.

“Y/N…” he began, his voice quieter now. “I know I mess up. I know I make things harder than they need to be. But I’m trying, okay? I’m trying for you.”

The vulnerability in his tone caught you off guard. Marc wasn’t the type to bare his soul easily, but when he did, it was raw and unfiltered.

“Why do you have to make everything so damn hard?” you muttered, feeling your resolve crumbling.

“Because I don’t know how to be anything else,” he admitted. His hand still held your wrist, but now his thumb gently brushed against your skin. “But I know I don’t want to lose you.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you hated how easily he could break down your walls.

“Marc…”

He leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours. The tension in the room shifted, replaced by something heavier, more intimate. His other hand came up to cup your cheek, his calloused thumb wiping away a stray tear.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. “For all of it. Just… don’t walk away from me. Please.”

One moment, you were standing there, caught in the storm of his emotions, and the next, his lips were on yours. It wasn’t a gentle kiss—it was desperate and messy, filled with all the words he couldn’t say.

You melted into him, your hands gripping his shirt as if to ground yourself. The world outside disappeared, leaving just the two of you tangled together in a web of love and frustration.

“Y/N,” he murmured against your lips, his voice hoarse. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

“Good,” you replied breathlessly, pulling him closer. “Because you do the same to me.”

Hours later, you lay tangled together on the couch, your head resting on his chest as his fingers traced lazy circles on your back.

“Marc?” you asked softly.

“Yeah?”

“Next time, maybe don’t wait until we’re screaming at each other to talk to me.”

He let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling in his chest.

“Noted,” he replied. “But in my defense, you’re kinda cute when you’re mad.”

You smacked his chest lightly, but you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped your lips.

“You’re impossible,” you said, shaking your head.

“And you love me for it,” he countered, his smirk audible in his tone.

“Unfortunately.”

His laugh echoed in the room, and you couldn’t help but join in, the weight of your earlier argument finally lifting.

“You know,” Marc said, grinning, “if we fight like this every time, I might start picking arguments on purpose.”

[tresmoonies]

He does take care of me. Real nice chap, when he's not being so bloody loud whenever I try talking to Layla.

That's my wife you're talking about, you bloviating twit. If your virgin ass tries to pull another stupid joke, I swear I'll beat you up next time I front.

So you're picking up slang from me now, huh? Besides, it's your body too. Beating me up is gonna hurt you as much as it does me.

Oh, don't worry. There are plenty of other ways to torture you. Like quitting your job at the museum for you. Messing up your oh-so-carefully arranged bookshelves. Misplacing your scrolls and papers.

Marc, I swear to fucking God--

[sunnytastic]

i'm rewatching the moon knight series and oh my fucking god marc and steven are so unserious. like wtf do you mean both of you woke up in the aftermath of a violent fight where you just brutally murdered people to get information, ACKNOWLEDGE that neither of you did it, and then just move the fuck on.

jake lockely my baby, i'm sorry you got stuck with two idiots as alters

[dum-yu]

[quiet-night-sky]

And I love him with all my heart anyway❤️

My favorite favorite man who cannot communicate for his life

[thegoldenarcher]

really sorry yall

my latest blorbo is moon knight i love them