#oscar isaac hernandez estrada

[faretheeoscar]

Victor Frankenstein has plagued my mind for the past few days, thanks to the pictures released on set I decided to reread the book after many many years of the first time I did back in middle school and man, it’s so terrible how poor Victor suffers a lot and lives under a shadow of constant sorrow and his own demons 😞

So it gave me the inspo to sketch this Victor.

I cannot wait for the adaptation Guillermo is gonna give of this story! I’m so excited cause he is one of my favourite directors and also the fact of having the representation of both of my countries there by Oscar and Guillermo feels totally unreal.

Drawings Masterlist

[moonyflesh]

ÓSCAR ISAAC HERNÁNDEZ ESTRADA.

[spctrsgf]

morning banter

summary: something about you and marc? he wakes up early, and you most certainly do not.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: language, my shitty spanish (i’m trying okay)

a/n: took a quick break from b+h for a lil marc spector drabble!!! hope you all enjoy

Es tan temprano para esta mierda, Marc. Jake’s annoyed Spanish drawl smacks into the side of Marc's head. The combination of his drowsy, slow mind and that Marc knew next to no spanish caused the said man’s eyebrows to crinkle. “What the fuck did you just say?” He can barely hear his own voice, but he knows Jake can.

Don’t worry about it.

“Jake.”

Marc. Only Jake would pitch up his name in a high voice: it’s a mimic.

“Hey! I don’t sound like that.”

Yeah you do.

“No, I don’t! Back me up, Steven.”

Don’t bring me into this. 

C’mon, Stevie— Jake cuts off abruptly, probably the doing of Steven.

“Jake,” Marc resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Just tell me what you said.”

Go to sleep, puta.

“Okay, I know that one,” Marc hisses, toiling you in closer to him. “Rude.”

You deserved it.

“You wanna know what you deserve?”

Oh, yeah, Jake taunts. What’s that?

“A fucking pun–”

His voice goes legato as soon as he senses you moving, causing him to fall silent. You curl tighter into a ball, spiraling the covers more into your fists and tucking them again beneath your chin. Jake, by some miracle, also goes quiet, as if somehow his words could expel themselves out of Marc’s mouth and to your ears. 

But, the soft exhales are the only noise you left out, and if you heard them, you didn’t show it. Marc’s shoulders roll back from where they were hunched, surely Steven’s gentle gesture to the position he hadn’t even realized he’d been in. 

Would it kill the two of you to just be nice to each other? The Brit muses. 

Absolutely. Jake’s response is automatic.

“One hundred percent true.” Marc chimes in.

HAH! Steven ejects the exclamation in triumph. Now I got the two of you agreeing.

“Sure, whatever.”

Only time we agree is when you finesse us into it, hermano.

Marc slides his arm out from where it was wrapped around your waist to give the two a thumbs up in agreement with Jake, reluctantly.

Or, he tried to.

“Noooooo…” You groan groggily, tightening your hold. 

Marc freezes. “Baby?”

“Mmmmm?” 

“I- I didn’t know you were aware.”

“Well,” you snuggle closer into his chest, his warm embrace. “You ‘n Steven ‘n Jake aren’t exactly quiet when you argue.”

He sighs, guilt pooling in his stomach. “Listen, ‘m sorry. You know how we can be.”

“Yeah, I do. And I love you all,” you reach back, squeezing his bicep reassuringly. “But I also love my beauty sleep.”

“You don’t need to sleep to be beautiful.” He ducks his head to place a featherlight kiss to your neck, savoring the sigh you let out in return.

“You’re sweet, but we both know that’s not true.”

“Do we?”

“Mhm,” you turn, nudging Marc’s arms off of you as you face him. “‘M a menace without it.”

“That’s true,” he chuckles when you slap his arm, letting out an effortlessly beautiful smile. “But it’s nothing a cup of nice, warm coffee can’t solve.”

You giggle softly. “That’s true.”

“C’mon, sleepyhead,” He moves to slide you both out from under the covers. “Let’s get going.”

“Nope.” You let him go, rolling to burrito yourself in the covers again. 

“Nope?” He inquires, rounding the bed to stand over you.

“Nope.”

His shadow covers your shut eyelids and you know he’s bent over your face. “I’ll make you coffee to apologize for waking you up, baby, I promise.” You scrunch your nose. “Tempting, but no.”

“Not even because I’m asking you?”

“Not even if you were on your knees and begging.”

“Oh?” The sentence your half asleep brain had kindled clearly took him by surprise. 

You huff, flipping over in the bed dramatically. “Go away, I’m tired.”

“What’s so great about this bed that I can’t give you, huh?”

“Well,” You take a deep breath, and some small, rational part of your brain tells you that maybe the spew of words about to come out of your mouth is what he wanted to happen all along. “The bed is warm. It’s cozy. The covers are just the right heaviness and just the right thickness to provide optimal warmth and the right amount of pressure to keep me sleeping like a bear in hibernation. ‘Nd my pillow is the right firmness, but has my desired amount of sink to put me out as soon as you turn off the light and wrap your arms around me. Even though that only happens sometimes.”

Marc huffs in frustration. “Hey!”

“Yeah, Marc, my bed is always here on time. It never goes anywhere, and the only life it’s saving is your sorry ass right now.”

“Uncalled for.” He runs a hand through his hair. 

“Thought you liked a bit of banter.”

“I like a kick or two,” He leans over and pulls your shoulders to level on the bed and your eyes to meet his own. “But not at eight in the fucking morning.”

“Neither do I,” You reach up, pulling his face in for a kiss.

He gives in almost immediately, setting a knee on either side of your legs and scooping his arms underneath your body to pull you up.

“Nuh uh,” you pull away and unwrap his arms, flopping back onto the bed. “Sleepy. Time to sleep.”

“You can't leave me hanging like that!”

You yawn, pulling the covers up to your chin again. “I can and I did.”

For a second, a naive, small second, you think he’s going to leave you be. Your brain relaxes, you feel yourself on the precipice of sleep, the hypnotic, rich swirl of unconsciousness sucking you deeper into its whirlpool. But then you feel the covers lift, and Marc’s— frighteningly cold— fingers are dancing along your sides to a tune you illustrate with laughs. You slap his hands away, reaching out towards the lure of sleep that now sneaks away to taint another victim.

“You ready to get out of bed now, sweets?”

You groan, turning to face him in defeat. “You fucker.”

He throws his arms mockingly. “What’d I do?”

“You manipulated me! I hate you.”

“I did no such thing. What are these accusations?”

“You knew I would get worked up,” you sit up in the bed now, and Marc shrinks ever so slightly under the weight of your deadly stare. “You knew that would wake me up.”

“Hey, let’s calm down–”

“You knew that if you pushed the right buttons, you would get what you wanted.”

Marc’s face is ghastly, and he looks two steps away from summoning his suit and flying away.

“I warned you earlier about this, Marc, were you listening?”

He nods frantically. “Of course–”

“I’m a menace when I get woken up early.” You launch off the bed, and you might as well be Moon Knight yourself with your accuracy.

The takeaway from this event? For Marc, it’s to never try waking you up before you’ve recharged fully, or to have some coffee made ahead of when he was to attempt it. For you, though?

It’s that Marc shrieks like a little girl. 

translations (HELP I FORGOT):

es tan temprano para esta mierda - it’s too early for this shit

puta - bitch

i felt very fancy using these

[onevolon]

Moon Knight - Moodboard (x)

Vacation with the boys

[anxitea-shop]

Cunty, he's so cunty I swear. Literally a walking fruit

[traveller-of-the-knight]

Michael Sheen and David Tennant is the British equivalent of Oscar Isaac and Pedro Pascal.

That's a fact

Also at least three of them have being compared to a Muppet and they fit 4 mcu characters

(yes if you like moon knight and David Tennant just go and watch Jessica Jones, you won't be disappointed trust me!!) <3

[ivystoryweaver]

THIS IS OSCAR ISAAC listening to me, responding to me, smiling at me and then laughing.

Life checklist complete ✅ I can die happy *SCREAMS ETERNALLY*

[creamecafe]

LORD HAVE MERCY

I just want to say in advance, I apologize the type of person I will be when I see this man in theaters

[katykatyykaty]

WHY 🥵 DOESNT 🥵 THIS 🥵 HAPPEN 🥵 TO 🥵ME

[oscarisaacsspit]

that’s my whole world fr

[casinocarpediem]

IM SO SICKKKKKKK

Day ∞ asking for one night just one

[faretheeoscar]

New pictures dropped on the Brioni photoshoot

I feel like a victorian man seeing ankles

[shahysshowroom]

Oscar Isaac in black in white is something else 🤭

[cowboymarcs]

blow

marc spector x fem!reader

warnings: smut, oral sex (m recieving)

having marc’s cock in your mouth was one of your favorite things. the way his veins gently scraped against your teeth sent a thrill through you. his thick, muscular thighs around your head made you see stars. you looked up at him, almost sure that you had hearts for eyes. 

he stared down at you, eyes lidded and gaze hazy. you sucked harder, enjoying the moan that left his lips and the way his head fell back. you released with a pop, licking up the saliva that pooled at his balls. you took his balls in your hand, massaging and contemplating putting them in your mouth. 

your fingers trailed over his sensitive sack. his thighs tensed in anticipation, waiting for you to suck it. you thought about teasing him. thought about kissing everywhere but his groin, making his shudder and beg for more, but ultimately decided against it; you wanted to see him come. 

you took his balls in your mouth, sucking, and hand pumping his cock. your palm skating up and down, thumb massaging the head once you came to the top. you smeared his precum up and down along his length. your fingers tightened slightly, hoping, praying that he would make some noise for you. 

marc complied, groaning and keeping his gaze on you. god, you wanted to make him come so bad. you wanted to see his thighs tense up and shake, to feel his hand gripping your hair, biceps and forearms showing in the most delicious ways. his balls left your mouth, and you made quick work to take his cock down your throat.

you pushed his cock into your mouth as far as it could go, nose brushing the coarse hair at his base. you gagged, making his hand grasp the hair at your scalp and push, spurring you on. 

“yeah, that’s it baby, choke on my dick,” marc grunted out, his dark eyes watching. you moaned at his words, choking again on his thick length. he pulled you off, and you gasped for air, spit dribbling down your chin. marc stood from the bed, and you watched his cock bounce, eager to have it back in your mouth.

you lined your mouth back up and looked at him. 

“this okay?” 

you nodded fiercely, needing his cock back in your mouth. marc didn’t waste any time. he slid his wet cock back into your throat and set a steady pace. the way his head hit the back of your throat made you delirious with pleasure. the way his length slid against your tongue made your panties dampen with need. 

his hips slapped against your face with ferocity, cock hardening even more – if possible – with the urge to come. his hand gripped your hair, fingers digging into your scalp. the pain felt like pleasure with his hands on you. you spared a glance up, hoping to meet his eyes, only to find the strained muscles of his neck as his head was thrown back. he was panting, chest heaving. his other hand reached down and buried itself in your hair. he was moments away now, you knew it. his breath quickened to match the pace of his hips. 

“i’m gonna- fuck. i’m gonna come baby…” it was all he said before his hips stilled and his come spilled down your throat. you kept sucking, hoping to drain him of every drop, wanting to be full of his seed. as he came down, thrusts slowing, and breath evening, you released his cock from your mouth. you sat back, inspecting to see if you missed any drops. 

marc fell backwards, collapsing on the bed with a sigh of fulfillment, his cock throbbing from release. he reached down, grabbing your underarms and pulling you to sit atop him. you felt his cock against your clit and whimpered. his fingers found the underside of your chin, pulling you into a searing, open-mouthed kiss. 

the taste of him was heavenly. 

[onevolon]

Look at him fucking go

[jayke0]

Pillow Cuddler

Pairing: Marc Spector x g/n reader

Summary: Marc needs some extra comfort when he goes to sleep.

Rating: sfw, fluff

Warnings/Content: Marc being cute, dude cuddling pillow, just corny fluff, lmk if there's anything else I should add :).

Word count: 400-

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It hadn't been long after you'd moved in with your boyfriend that you'd noticed his charming habit.

Whenever Marc naps, he cuddles a pillow.

Of course, the hardened mercenary barely naps anyway, but sometimes you'd catch him dozing when you'd arrive home from work or grocery run.

The first time you'd caught him, you'd been out with a friend, and returned late afternoon to a quiet house. The lack of response to your greeting made you a little worried, but as you'd made your way to the bedroom and stood in the doorway, you'd let out a quiet sigh of relief.

The large man was there on the bed, almost curled up like a cat with his arms wrapped tightly around your pillow, his head barely even on the damn thing. With his leg cocked over what little was left of the pillow, you'd realised that your boyfriend is a lot softer than he'd admit. Of course, he's soft with you, but you'd always presumed that he didn't mind you leaving, or that he didn't need the extra sleep; well, the sight only served to prove you incredibly wrong on both fronts.

You'd smiled fondly and approached the sleeping man with soft footsteps, having carefully perched on the edge of the bed just to get a better look. Oh how sweet he looked, how peaceful. You're glad that he has at least one escape from the constant torment he seems to face daily.

He'd shifted as you'd placed your hand on his leg and caressed his slumbering frame, a soft snore from him having made you giggle quietly.

You'd only caught him a few times after that, but each time was ever sweeter. Even when sleeping on the couch, he'd have a pillow in hand, his face pressed into it like an animal hibernating for the winter.

The fact that he doesn't know about it makes it all the better. You know him, and you know that if you were to tell him what he does when he dozes off, he'd be sure to never nap again.

Maybe someday you'll break it to him, but it's your little secret for now, and one that you keep very close to your heart.

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