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[the-devils-angel]

I love this man so much😭

a thousand times

marc spector x reader

summary: marc insisted on coming along with you at a gathering for your work, but he's obviously uncomfortable there.

warnings: a bit of social anxiety and slight sadness. that's it

tags: gn!reader, fluff!!!!!! nervous but soft marc:), marc deserves the world and more

word count: 0.9k

hey hello! I know this is short but I wanted to write something simple. also this is my first fic of 2023 because the writer's block hit me in the face like a truck going full speed so I hope it's not that badly written lol......

Your look darted to Marc’s foot frantically tapping against the tiled floor of the large reception room. His elbows were planted on his thighs, his hands joined and his chin brought to his chest. His curls were neatly slicked back; the usual hairstyle when Marc was in control of the body when they needed to get ready to go somewhere.

He looked handsome; he was wearing a dark brown suit, the two first buttons of his shirt popped out. You could smell the faint smell of his aftershave mixing with the strong but pleasant smell of his cologne. He looked up, observing his surroundings, before taking a deep breath.

You knew he would hate this, you knew he would. 

You had let him know that he didn’t have to do this, that you could go alone or that Steven or Jake could front so they could handle the socialization more easily.

Marc had insisted.

He had insisted on coming with you at that little party thing for your job; because he knew this was important that you came here, and he wanted to be there for you during this like you had been for him so many times before. 

And you really appreciated that he had made the effort to come with you even if you didn’t need that to know that he cared about you, but him feeling uncomfortable was not the point, and your empathy made it feel equally as unpleasant to be here knowing that he wasn’t relaxed.

You gently put your hand over his forearm, not wanting to startle him as you probably weren’t in his peripheral vision; the softness of your action paying off as he casually turned his head towards you. 

“Are you okay?” his lips quickly pinched into a small smile, and your fluency in Marc Spector let you know that it translated into ‘I’m okay, but could be better.’ You slid your hand down his arm to take his hand, and the gesture of lacing your fingers together was his, his thumb softly stroking the side of your pointer finger mostly to subside himself. “I promise you it won’t be long. We just have to listen to my boss’ speech, take a drink, be polite then we’ll go home.” you declared as he nodded.

“I know, don’t worry. It’s okay” he confirmed, despite his leg now nervously bouncing.

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This evening wasn’t so bad, honestly. Marc had barely left your side but mostly because you wouldn’t let go of his hand. 

You had introduced him as your boyfriend to your coworkers, and you surely hadn’t missed that annoying over-flirty coworker that didn’t believe the Marc in question existed up until now – maybe he would finally leave you alone, now that he had seen the sarcastic smile over your boyfriend’s face as he tightly shook his hand. 

You smiled to yourself as you saw Marc willingly talking to your manager after you excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

You said your goodbyes and left the building, finally free of that meeting. 

“I talked alone with your manager. She said you did a fantastic job.” he said as he looked over at you, putting his arm around your shoulders, a small expression of proudness showing on his face.

“She did?” you asked, surprised but touched.

“Mhm.” he nodded. 

You walked to your car in silence, the whole evening replaying in your mind.

“Hey.” you stopped as you finally reached your car, and faced Marc. “I’m proud of you,” you declared, smiling at him. “Really.” you affirmed, taking a hold of his hand as he weakly smiled back at you. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into a hug to really show that you meant it, his arms also wrapping around you seconds after. 

You pulled away a few moments later, this silent embrace somewhat feeling cathartic.

As you looked up at him to kiss his cheek, you noticed something was evidently wrong as his eyes were glossy and tears were inevitably hard to refrain as he blinked.

“Marc, baby” you wiped away the tears rolling down his cheeks. “Why are you crying?” you asked, the uncovered worry evident in your voice.

“It’s nothing” he muttered looking away, wiping away the rest of the salted tears with the back of his jacket sleeve. “It’s stupid” he almost hissed, shaking his head.

“Tell me.” you pleaded as you chased his look.

He looked to the side and shook his head again.

“No one ever told me they were proud of me” he declared, pinching his lips and looking down, as if he was ashamed. He desperately avoided your look, convinced that you were going to judge him for this and it was a mistake to confess this to you.

“Marc.” you called, a bit harshly so he could look at you. “I’m proud of being the first one to tell you that” you nodded, your thumb gently stroking his cheekbone. “And I’ll tell it a thousand times more to make you believe it”

He looked up at you and bit his lip hard to prevent more tears from spilling. His arms immediately caged you, his face burying into your neck as you held the back of his head, running your fingers through his curls. 

“I love you” he murmured against your skin, his warm tears dampening your shoulder.

“I love you too Marc. Thank you for coming with me.” you smiled as you held him in your arms, soothingly running your other hand along his back as he silently cried in the crook of your neck in the middle of that foggy parking lot.

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Spectre

A Moon Knight Halloween Love Story

Event #11: One Missed Call

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Summary: Jake has to face you, knowing he missed your call the night you died

Pairing this chapter: Jake Lockley x f!reader

Word count: 1.3k

Content: angst, slight miscommunication, the yearning, not beta'd

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PREVIOUSLY on Spectre…

"Cálmate, mi amor."

The smooth voice of your partner washed over you as you blinked, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

"J-Jake?"

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"Jake?" You uttered, stretching out your hand for him.

Only his silhouette appeared from the shadowed corner, but a moment later, his hand found yours- fingertips touching your own, hesitantly. As close as he'd moved to you now, standing by the bed's edge, you needed more - needed him close.

You yearned to feel the strength of his arms, or at least feel the bed dip under his weight as he sat next to you, but something held him back.

"Jake, what's wrong?" You panted, your voice sounding more frantic than you intended. "Why aren't you in bed? Were you out working?"

"No," came his soft answer. Withdrawing his hand, you heard the shuffle of his bare feet across the old floor, the sound of it soothing you somewhat. At least you didn't hear the thump of his boot. So he must not be ready to leave and go out.

Scrambling for the lamp, you tried to calm your breathing, wondering why your newly gifted life would now contain panic attacks regularly. You came up empty, having forgotten that, while in your spectral form, you actually broke the thing.

"Jake," you gasped, pushing off the bed and reaching out for him. "W-where's the light? Why won't you come to me?"

Before you finished asking, he was by your side - his warm breath heating your cheek. "Corazón," he whispered. "Está bien." He steadied your arms but didn't envelop you in his arms.

You weren't the only one short of breath. Jake had woken up beside you and freaked right the hell out. Steven had tried to calm him - tried to explain, but you actually being here scared him right out of bed.

"Jake," you repeated his name like a touchstone, like a prayer. "D-did they tell you? That I'm here?"

"Si..." He voice trailed off as he swallowed thickly.

"I missed you," you breathed as he gathered you close and eased down onto the bed, pulling you tightly to his chest.

"Si...mi vida." He touched you all over, pressing you impossibly closer. Your breath mingled as arms held one another desperately, his mouth seeking out your own.

The feel of you warm and alive only added to the guilt squeezing his heart like a vice.

Kissing you a moment longer, you felt disappointed when he pulled away. "Get some sleep," he urged, sitting up beside you as you lay there.

"I-I don't want to sleep. I've already slept a lot, I'm up," you let him know, climbing back up to sit beside him. "Besides, I missed you."

Humming out an agreement, he nodded once before his gaze dropped to his lap.

"What's wrong?" You softly implored, winding your fingers through the curls behind his ears. He leaned into your touch, so he must not be afraid of you, or off put somehow. Maybe he was angry?

"I know how strange this is," you attempted, trying to connect with him somehow. "Believe me, I keep panicking. It's hard to believe I'm even here."

All the air rushed out of him in a tortured exhale, and when his eyes met yours, even in the dark, you could see the glisten of forming tears.

"I'm sorry," he brokenly uttered.

Whispering his name, you traced his cheek with your fingertips. "Why, baby? None of this is your fault."

Shrugging you off, he pushed off the bed as if your words, or maybe your touch stung him physically.

Exhaling shakily, you remembered your nightmare. "You're angry with me."

His head jerked around. "What? No."

"You are." Emphatically interjecting, you rose to your feet. "You're mad that I was coming to see you the night I was attacked."

Steven would have reassured you. And you could read Marc's silences almost as if they were your own thoughts. But Jake had never closed off from you like this. Jake spoke his mind always - half the time, in jokes.

But he was silent now. Stone cold, and physically withdrawn.

"I'm sorry," you offered up a pained whisper. "So sorry I caused you pain."

He said nothing, simply staring at the wall in tormented silence as if it would give him comfort, or answers.

Unwilling to push him to talk, and realizing he clearly didn't want to be touched, you tried to figure out what to do. You didn't feel particularly sleepy, but the sun wasn't up yet, so you climbed back into bed and turned on your side, facing his back.

The silence that followed was almost as deafening and frightening as the Dark Place, and you hated yourself for almost wishing another alter was with you right now. Just so you would have a tether to warm light instead of cold darkness.

But he did not leave you there for long.

Easing down to lie beside you on the bed, he still kept a touch of distance between you, speaking in Spanish toward the ceiling, like some sort of confession.

my fault you died

you were coming to see me

should have protected you

i'll find him and kill him

Allowing him to ramble for a few minutes longer, you resisted the overwhelming urge to throw your arms around him and soothe him, or at least attempt to.

He finally settled down and said nothing long enough that you wondered if he fell asleep, but his hand reached for yours. Linking your fingers through his, you let him know you were awake, listening.

Drawing a steadying breath, you finally spoke, hoping not to spook him. Ironically, he seemed more at ease with your spectral form than he was now.

"Jake, I found the ring."

Feeling a subtle squeeze, you found the courage to continue.

"I...thought I ruined the surprise, but - for weeks, an engagement ring sat in the drawer and no one said anything. It was killing me," you tried to gently explain.

"I knew Marc didn't want to get married, so... I thought Steven bought it," you pressed on. "But I realized Steven wouldn't do it without Marc's ok."

You sighed, relieved to finally be free of your burden. "I had to talk to somebody. It was a spur of the moment thing. I was coming to the city to talk to you, to ask you..."

"Marc bought it," Jake gruffly whispered. "But, uh...try not to be too hard on him. He was going to propose on your anniversary. Our anniversary. It was a surprise."

Tears blinded your vision for the hundredth time in the brief time since you'd existed back among the living. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to leave you and ruin everything."

Jake rolled over and folded you close, tenderly hushing you before silencing your worries with the strength of his arms and the heat of his tongue.

He held you and kissed you like this, so hard you would lose your breath, only for him to pull back to share your breath, to feel your heated warmth on his lips. He buried his stubbled chin in your throat, nuzzling your pulse point, and allowing his lips to feel the gentle thrum of life, quickening as he made you shiver with want.

"How could you be sorry for anything?" He brokenly murmured, fingertips ghosting exposed skin, as if still checking to make sure you were real.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm supposed to protect you."

"You're sorry, I'm sorry, it doesn't change anything. I just don't want to go back to the dark."

"You won't," he swore, climbing out of bed and pulling you along with him. Pushing back the curtains, he guided you to stand partially in front of him, gesturing up to the cloud-covered sky.

Wordlessly, he summoned the Moon Knight suit, its bandaged, ancient whites and sleek midnight blacks wrapping around his body perfectly. "I serve the god of the moon and the night sky. You will never be in the dark as long as I'm around." With a dramatic wave of his hand, the clouds in the sky parted and revealed the moon - clear, bright and shining, illuminating the bedroom window and the hard floor beneath your feet.

Turning your face up to the moon's glow, you basked in it, as if it were sunlight.

"The darkness fears me. It won't touch you again."

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What would you say are the mk boys turn ons? Desperate to know atm

Yes hello there :)

Moon boys turn ons

Nsfw below

First off, all three of them get turned on by simply you existing.

Let's start with Steven.

He loves receiving dirty messages. If Donna isn't there to yap at Steven, this cheeky man just goes to the nearest storage room, pulls his cock out and jerks off.

And if he's having really dirty thoughts about you he does it multiple times.

Don't ask me how he can do it this many times, but its you he's thinking about, so its justified. Plus his thoughts about killing Donna get him stressed, so you're his big relief. <3

It's common for Steven to get turned on while cuddling you. The moment he grinds himself against you is the sign you're fucked.

Your fingers through his hair is doing wooonders to him (and his dick), so he eventually wants your 'helping hand'.

Steven gets MAD thoughts running in his head when he's seeing juice/water run down your chin. You tryna give him blue balls???

Gets funky when you're showering. Kindly asks you to keep the door unlocked so he can join. After that, more showering is in order! <3

He absolutely loves it when you get needy. Means he can take his time with you and tease the shit out of you.

No doubt he gets aroused when you're calling him good boy. :)

God, and when you walk around in just your lingerie? Steven's a complete goner when you do it. He wants them off.

Jake is the one who gets turned on seeing your cute butt and thighs. Loves gripping them and loves thinking about them.

Demands you to send him spicy pics when he's in his cab. Literally doesn't give a fuck about Khonshu and would start jerking off while looking at the pics.

Whenever Jake catches you bending over or just going down on your knees to do whatever, the dirty smile on his face appears out of nowhere. Definitely loves what he sees a little too much.

Randomly would just grab you, letting you feel what you're doing to him and whisper the most dirty things into your ear while slowly dragging you to the bed.

Loves it when you wear something revealing. Smacks or pinches any free skin he can get his hands on!

Marc is your guy who is about 90% turned on 24/7, so it's not hard for him to get turned on even if he as much as sees you getting out of bed. (Wants you back in it with him)

He wants you to send him pics or dirty messages when he's out doing moon knight business so he can have something to think about while beating up baddies.

Gives zero fucks about that bone beak Khonshu, if he can't resist the urge, he just dumbs the god and heads to the nearest private place, texting you while making a mess of himself.

If you happen to send him spicy pics, once he returns he wants to grab you and have his dick worshipped by you.

Whenever you're taking a shower, he tells you to keep the door unlocked and take your time, because when he joins you, you will have to take your time. He ain't horny for nothing!

Could absolutely lose his cool when you're not wearing much. Plus, he loves your ass, so atleast one of his hands will reach out for it.

If you tease him he bends down without warning, throws you over his shoulder with the intentions to make you his next meal.

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Moon Knight 1x05

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Kinktober 1. - Accidental stimulation.

Marc Spector x F!Reader.

Tags & warnings. Accidental stimulation + semi-public. (+18)

Word count. 1.4k

Summary. The only space in the car is on your best friend's lap.

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Dragging Marc out of his apartment was undoubtedly always an odyssey for anyone who tried it. Fortunately, you had a little something hidden in your pocket called 'the best friend privilege' that always resulted in him fulfilling your whims.

That, and the slight feeling of jealousy that invaded him when you spent time with friends who weren't him.

It was a good day for both of you, after all, no matter how big the group of people you went out with was, it was as if you were always in your little world, just him and you. Chatting alone, walking behind the others, and always taking a few minutes to take photos at your request.

In the end, the rest of your acquaintances had already gotten used to it, and as distant as you might seem, they still loved and included you two. So it was no surprise to either of you that after lunch, the arcade, and the movies, they were relentlessly urged to take you back to one of your apartments.

"There's no way we'll all fit in your car." Six people in a car meant for five. You leaned a little after saying it, your eyes calculating the space in the back seat.

"Sit on Marc." The owner of the car shrugged as he jingled the keys in his hand, waiting for a response. It was a lost battle; both he, Marc, you, and the other ones knew that there was no way out other than simply accepting the offer.

"I'm not sure how safe that is." You hummed, pursing your lips before turning to Marc. "What do you think?"

He shrugged too.

"It's a short ride from here to my apartment."

You sighed; if he was convinced, it meant you were being the difficult one.

In a matter of minutes, everyone was squeezed into the car, you on top of Marc, the others having to shrink their bodies to avoid invading each other's space.

"Sit properly," he murmured, irritated by the way you were sitting almost on his knees to avoid bothering him. Because yes, both of you were basically inseparable, but Marc was a bit of a cat when it came to his relationships – sometimes he wanted physical contact, sometimes he wanted to push you into another room so that he could have some space.

He slid an arm around your waist and pulled your body until your back was leaning against his chest. Of course he didn't think through his actions and the consequences they could bring, or at least that's what he realized when the car passed its first stop and he felt you jump on his lap.

He gasped, low enough that you wouldn't hear it.

“Did you have a good time today?” You whispered as your fingers softly caressed his forearm until you reached the only bracelet Marc wore on his wrist. A gift from you.

He only could hope that you wouldn't see how the hairs on his arm stood up at how delicate your fingers were, causing chills to run down his entire spine.

“Mhm.” It was hard to concentrate with your ass pressed against him like that.

The music in the car wasn't loud enough to be annoying, but it was loud enough to cover your conversation as well as any curses that left Marc's lips. Next to him, one of his friends was dozing, the other was scrolling on her phone lazily.

Marc pretended to settle into place and mentally prayed that you wouldn't feel something between his legs starting to wake up, right against the inside of your thighs.

Was it necessary for you to wear that sundress specifically today?

Another small bump in the road and it was enough for Marc's cock to completely harden while you looked out the window and continued making those imaginary drawings on his arm. Of course you felt it, but there wasn't much you could do about it, especially with the way he held you to his body with his arm.

“Fuck.” He muttered, breathless as you shifted in your spot, returning to sit on his hip after the movement of the road caused you to slide down a few inches.

You could feel his hardness pressing between your legs, at one point the clothes being the only thing stopping him from fucking you mercilessly until your legs wouldn't work. His arm tightened around you and you swore the air was escaping your lungs, not knowing exactly if it was because of the way he was crushing you against him or because you could already feel your underwear becoming damp, a heat that you recognized perfectly in your lower abdomen and between your legs.

He pushed your entire body down with his arm, seeking to satisfy himself with that same friction that the pressure of your body gave him, until, of course, that was no longer enough. He pushed his hips up, a discreet movement, somehow, but you could feel it perfectly.

The fact that you weren't facing him gave you the chance to bite your lower lip and silence any noise that Marc tried to snatch from your throat with his actions.

The second push was less discreet, more desperate. He buried himself between your legs as if he wanted to tear both of your clothes and dig into you once and for all.

“Are they ever going to fix these damn streets?” The boy mumbled from the driver's seat. Small cement bumps provoked the car to make an almost vibrating movement for just a few seconds.

Marc almost fainted.

You knew it was too much for him when his forehead rested against your shoulder, his curls tickling your cheek and making you smile with how agitated you both were. You raised the hand that was on his arm to stroke his hair, pushing a few strands away from his forehead.

That would be the perfect position for both of you, or at least that's what he thought. Plunging into you to the hilt, your walls milking him as he listened to you moan his name loudly, with you pulling his hair and moving your hips to your liking, maybe he'd even let you keep that beautiful dress on, just lifting it up and moving your panties just a little to the side.

But for now, he'd have to settle for this. For the playful way you pulled at his curls as if it would bother him.

On the contrary, he almost made his lip bleed by having to silence the groan that was stuck in his throat. At this point your juices were wetting his pants and that was what gave him the clue that maybe this wasn't bothering you much.

Or nothing at all, he himself could feel you putting pressure on his erection as you pushed your ass down. As well as the way you spread your legs almost imperceptibly to let him settle between your thighs.

“You are going to make me cum on my fucking pants.” He whispered right in your ear, and you swallowed hard.

His left hand, which was between the car door and your body, slid under your dress, where he squeezed your thigh, his nails digging into your skin. You looked to the opposite side to verify that neither of the two guys had their attention on you and without looking away you moved your hips slowly.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

By the fourth movement you felt Marc's arm tighten around your waist to keep you still, he scratched your thigh, you could feel it. He let the air out of his lungs in a sigh of relief.

You felt the warm liquid against your skin making his jeans wetter and stickier.

“Was it left or right on this corner?”

"Left." Marc stammered, his voice slightly breaking as his forehead remained on your shoulder. The rise and fall of his chest moved your entire body now that you were comfortably leaning against it.

You chuckled.

A few more seconds of silence and you trying to ignore the way Marc's body shook as the car went over a couple more bumps.

His poor cock was too sensitive and he was getting over stimulated.

"See?"

You and Marc looked back at him in the rearview mirror. You smiled, he didn't.

“It wasn't that much of a problem.” He unlocked the car from the driver's seat. “You have to learn to accept favors.”

“Well, tell that to Marc.” You cleared your throat as you opened the car door. “He had to carry me all the way, he must be exhausted.”

He pinched your thigh and you chuckled again.

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