#marc spector is daddy

[brittlebarbie]

My boyfriends 🫶

[syrma-sensei]

Oscar Isaac in almost every random frame:

[xmalereader]

• MoonKnight Sugar Daddy AU •

You can also find more stories under the MKSugardaddy tag and more stories can be found on my Main Masterlist too!

『 Warnings: Sugar daddy au, reader is the daddy, main pair is with Steven, mentions of DID, short stories, fluff, angst, Egyptian gods, Khonshu and Anubis, Jake and Marc are around, power, money, nsfw 18+ 』

〈 l 〉~ 〈 ll 〉~〈 lll 〉

Summary: After the events in Cairo, Khonshu finally frees them (not really) and both Steven and Marc are back to having a normal life. Steven tries to get his job back at the museum but Isn’t succeeding. So, what happens when the owner of the museum takes in interest in Steven and not only gets his job back but spoils the man with riches.

〔 Short Story 〕

〈 l 〉

Summary: Reader travels to Gotham to meet an old family friend with Steven coming along. ( A short story of the sugar daddy AU series with a slight crossover between Bruce Wayne and Steven grant )

〈 ll 〉

Summary: Steven hasn’t heard from the reader in weeks due to his busy schedule. Once he returns back from his work trip he pays him a visit only to find the reader sick and alone.

〈 lll 〉

Summary: Steven finally tells reader about Marc after a few months into their relationship, no longer wanting to keep his alter a secret from the person they love and care.

〈 lV 〉

Summary: Reader meets Jake and shows him his work as the avatar of Anubis along with revealing further secrets and starting a new friendship.

Ongoing…

【 Headcanons 】

Private Time

[starsm00n]

What is it with fictional men that make me unhinged and feral. LIKE LET ME OUTTA MY CAGE!

[tonys-fav-bitch]

[filmholicrose]

[official-mr-knight]

Ooc: now hang on a minute...

[blogfullofemos]

Let Me Break The Ice (Part I)

To the moon knight girlies, sorry for the long break. This was inspired by an anon ask I've seen from another blog. It sent my mind spiraling into feral thoughts, my true Britney Spears persona. Thank you and enjoy. 😘

Summary: You had a rather 'very heated' dream which put you into a very compromising position 😏. Would you think your husband Marc Spector would mind?

Warnings: Mentions of rope bondage, mentions of smacking, Daddy kink!Marc, being called slut *gasp*, mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob, and dubious sensational foreplay. Like that scene of Harry Styles with the watermelon (iykyk).

Word Count: 1,034

        You woke up with a sigh as you came to from the heated dream. “You okay beautiful?” Marc asks with a rest-addled voice, his hand lightly playing with your splayed hair. You look at him with droopy eyes and realize your balled fist was wrapped around Marc’s cotton tank, your other hand inside your pajama pants. The thick quilt barely covering your body as it covered Marc’s up to his stomach.  “Fuck m’sorry.” you apologize moving your hands away from their rather odd places. You shifted your body to face him as he did the same, he rests his hand on the side of your face. He rubs his thumb gently on your cheek as he brushes your hair away from covering your face. He then proceeds to slowly with ghost-like sensation glide his fingers down the side of your neck, you moan lightly from the gentle feel by the rather rugged side of your husband. Your eyes showcasing adoration to the stubbly beard growing out, knowing Steven would shave it off sooner or later for fear of losing his job. But the thought of feeling the stubble prickle your skin reawakened your need with a force. “What did you dream about? You woke me up by your shuffling and grabby hands.” he admits as he glides a finger down to the dip between your collarbone before finally resting it on the bed.

      You bit your bottom lip, deciding if you should expose your masochistic dream to him. But knowing Marc, he was the perfect balance between the 2 of them. “Well, it was a wet dream.” you started, noticing Marc’s sleepy disposition start to sparkle with a requited interest. You smirked trying to hide a giggle. “Continue.” Marc pushes with a poke to your shoulder. ‘Now this is where it might get interesting’, you thought to yourself as your legs rub against each other to ease a rather hungry feeling between them. “We were in a room. Me, You, and Steven… Kind of wonder why Jake wasn’t there since this scenario would’ve suited him better.” you hint, knowing Jake was highly dominant in the bedroom. You place your hand on Marc’s left pec, giving it a squeeze before trailing a finger down the middle of his stomach, stopping at his happy trail to rest it back on his neck. Making Marc shuffle himself closer to your suggestive action. “Well, we switch bodies so I wouldn’t be shocked if Jake came later into the picture. You know he loves to stay back most of the time and watch.” Marc confesses, which you never knew.

“Oh so papi does have a subby side. A cuck. Who would’ve known?” you joke, but as you both laugh Marc brings your right breast out from under your tank top. You gasp as he flicks his rugged thumb across your nipple, he brings his lips to yours in a breathless kiss. Licking your bottom lip before saying “Jake says to be careful with joking on people’s kinks.” Marc pinches your nipple making you jump at the sudden feeling and yelp mere inches from his lips. “You know how this could end tonight.” he finishes.

      Marc flips you to your back so he could be on top. He licks a wet stripe up the side of your neck and blows air on his way back down, making goosebumps form at the chill. You place a hand into his luscious curls as he starts his work on the side of your neck. You close your eyes as you continue, feeling your nipple twirl around your husband’s thumb as your walls coat itself more for his arrival. “O-Oddly enough, you both were in separate bodies.” Marc nips your neck and starts suckling at the redden area “I was tied up in this horizontal position, feet fully off the floor. I-I could feel the rope keep my legs bent and open, pinching my wrists just enough for it to s-sting. Fuck, Marc.” you gasp as you felt his hand leave your breast and go into your pajama pants.

His index finger slowly circling your clit with just enough pressure, Marc’s stubbly chin adding more sensation to your building orgasm. “Don’t stop now (Y/N).” he groans. You try to recollect the dream, even as it felt like you were reliving it’s pent-up frustration. “St-Steven’s head was between my legs as he.. Fuck.. As he ate me out.” Marc grinds against your thigh, finally letting you feel his hard cock under his pants “I-I was crying because I was so close. MArc!” you yelp as his finger picks up the pace on your swollen clit. You lick your palm, letting as much saliva stick to its surface before bringing the hand into Marc’s pants. Taking hold of just the tip of his cock, “Baby.” he moans, stopping his bruising artworks on your neck. His breathing labored as you continue, “And fuck Marc you were so good to me.”. You could feel his tip become extra lubricated from his precum as he moans your name. 

      “You were pulling my hair till I could feel every point in my scalp plead for release, but you didn’t let go. You kept me looking at those sexy brown eyes of yours as you were saying the filthiest things.” you say as you feel his hand lose its rhythm on your clit as your palm rubbed against his tip with almost painful pressure. You turn your head to look at Marc’s eyelashes flutter as he focused on your hand job. “Ye-ah baby, what did I sa-ay?” he asks looking at you, dazed in pleasure. 

“Look at my slut, begging to be filled with Daddy’s cum. Oh you should see yourself, crying for Steven to bring you to completion. I can see your fingers dying to touch yourself, but you can’t… And you slapped me, telling me to be a good little cock whore for you both.” you answer, making Marc pump his cock in your hold, short and fast. He grips the side of your hair, making you look into his lust blown eyes. “Do you want Daddy to fuck you tonight?” being his last coherent sentence for the night.

[therealraewest]

Sir that's not how this works

[innkeepercore]

Uncle Daddy Jake said yes to seeing Barbie 🥳💅

[babylockley]

Papi 🖤

[xmalereader]

• Private Time •

Feel free to ask for headcanons! You can also check the MKSugardaddy tag for more along with checking the Main Masterlist!

Ask made by: @uwiuwi - I'm curious about their relationship and their sex life? I mean,are their relationship ever gonna move forward to something more deep? Or is it stuck to just hugging and cuddling? And 100% is curious about their position when they have decided to do it. I mean, marc and jake will be in reader and Steven relationship too right? Or not. I'm truly sorry if i passed the line.

Steven is a bit of a shy guy.

Due to his lack of dating in the past he’s turned out to be quite vanilla during the relationship, at first. Doesn’t mean that he isn’t willing to try new things or perhaps go out of his comfort zone to try new things. When he first got into a business-ship with Y/n as his sugar baby he expected a lot of sexual favors only to get the total opposite.

Steven expected things to be rushed once their relationship became official, but instead Y/n was always gentle with Steven. He was always given morning kisses, either when he wakes up in bed with Y/n or when arriving to work. Steven loved his gentle kisses and cuddles, but there were times where he wanted more.

But, each time Steven tried to take things further he’d chicken out, growing afraid and nervous that he wasn’t going to be good enough for his boyfriend. Steven knew about Y/n’s past relationships, none lasted long, but he knew that the man had done stuff with them. Which only made him doubt if he’d ever be good in bed.

It wasn’t until they were six months into the relationship that Steven asked to take things further. He’d randomly blurted it out one night when the two were making out in bed after his boyfriend’s return home from a trip in Spain. His tie lose, buttons undone on his dress shirt, and his hair was messy. The moment between the two was tense and heated that Steven had blurted out his confession.

“Are you sure?”

Steven’s never been so sure in his entire life.

He didn’t think he’d grow addicted to him.

After their first time together, Steven grew needy. Everytime he was alone with Y/n he took advantage of the moment to get into his boyfriend’s pants. The shy and closed up Steven that Y/n knew suddenly changed into a very clingy and needy one after that night. Steven grew confident and whenever they were in the mood he’d sometimes gain the courage to try something new.

He tried leading once only to grow flustered when he ends up in a position he found strange. He gave up on his attempt and let Y/n take control, he’d rather have someone tell him what to do when it comes towards sex since he was still a bit inexperienced in that area.

There was one time that Steven grew curious about the different things that people did during sex that he actually goggled porn videos in hopes of finding something new to try, let’s just say that the man was very traumatized by the things he saw and instead decided to stick with doing the decent stuff during sex before doing something more.

Marc on the other hand loved to tease Steven about his sex life, always poking fun of him whenever he made attempts to act dominate when he failed terribly at it. There were times that Marc wasn’t present during Steven and Y/n’s nights alone, but he did take a peek every one an awhile. He couldn’t help it!

Even though Y/n knew about Marc there were times where the two bonded with each other whenever it was Marc’s turn to take over the body while Steven sat back. Marc was more blunt and the total opposite of Steven, Y/n treated Marc as a friend when the two were together. The two cared for Steven and looked out for him, even though they shared the same body.

Marc was treated more as a friend whenever the were together he’d find ways to steal Y/n’s credit cards, using them to buy himself very expensive and luxurious things. Y/n didn’t mind at all, always getting money and no matter how many charity events he hosts or participates in, he always has a little extra left.

Jake on the other hand was far different from the two. He was far more serious and rarely talked to others unless he felt like speaking to them. Both Jake and Y/n see eye to eye, reaching each other’s level. There relationship is unique, neither Steven or Marc know about him, nor do they know that they are still under Khonshus control due to Jake still partaking into the deal with the god.

One would say that they are more partners when it comes towards working with the god of Death and the god of the Moon. There time together is rare which is why he rarely sees or hears from him, letting the man decide when it’s best to finally reveal himself to both Marc and Steven.

[3abydolll]

I was thinking about the moon boys system as Daddies, and it would be so adorable and funny!

Marc would be the one to make the rules, and also the one to make you follow them to the letter: "It's for your own good, baby."

Steven would try so hard to make you follow Marc's rules, because they are in fact for your own good, but he can't say no to your puppy eyes and pouty lips. "Love, we can't. Marc will be mad-... ok, just this once."

And Jake would not give a single fuck about Marc's rules. He would be the one to spoil you rotten. You want it? You got it! "Sí, mi sol, of course you can have another."

Their arguments would be hilarious!

[commander-writergirl]

Little Family of Four

Synopsis: Five or six years after getting married, Marc finally feels like he’s were he’s supposed to be. With you by his side, he has never felt lighter or happier.

Pair: Marc Spector x Jewish!fem!reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: angst, talk of trauma, talks of difficult pregnancy

Word Count: 1,451

A/N: This takes place a five or six years from the last Hanukkah story, I wanted to write something happy where Marc was comfortable with himself, his identity, and who he’s become. Also hopefully I wrote DID correctly or as close as possible. I got the idea from the comics so fingers crossed. 

Tags: @romanarose

     Marc stood adjusting Wes on his hip. He refused to call his son Wesley even though it was the compromise you two had made in the form of using Wendy’s name.  

    You hated the name Wendall and was much too close to Randall. Marc argued that you didn’t need to honor his mother, but you just raised an eyebrow and pointed on the small bundle in your arms saying, “This is your son, I can’t even see any of my family in him at this moment after spending ten hours pushing him out of my body.”  

    Elias backed you up, saying how much Wes looked like Marc. Except his eyes, his eyes were all you. Bright, full of wonder. Not brown but green. The type of green Marc saw every morning when he woke up and every night as he fell asleep. He was proud Wes had your eyes.

    Marc looked back at his son to see the four-year-old playing with the Chai necklace your parents had sent as a gift for Hanukkah. It was small and was on a leather cord instead of a chain. It had become Wes’s favorite thing, no toy compared.  

    Marc kissed his head, “Do you know what that symbol means?”

    Wes nodded, “Life.”

     “Yes, it does.” Marc smiled.  

      “I want to light candles.” Wes said having a similar permeant pout to his lower lip like Marc does, though neither of you know if Wes forced it a little more or if it was part of him growing.  

     “How about you help me tonight? Then we can practice so next year you can light them yourself. Deal?” Marc held out his pinkie. The only way Wes believed any promises or deals could be kept, and Marc refused to ever break one.

     “Deal.” Wes wrapped his little pinkie around Marc’s.  

     Marc smiled and kissed his son’s cheek before tickling his belly. Wes giggled and squirmed curling into his father even more. When the two of them heard squealing, they looked over to see you walking in with Rachel.

     Rachel, the compromise in honoring Randall.  

     Rachel, Marc’s little star. He didn’t understand how even being married with a child, your father still dotted on you and hung on to every word. But Marc understood now, from the first moment Rachel was placed in his arms, he knew he would do anything to make her smile.  

     “Alright, we are all cleaned and changed.” You smiled at Marc as you stood next to him, one arm supporting the baby wrap you had invested in after two months of arm fatigue with Wes. Marc even had his own when he was too busy to keep both arms from being busy.  

    “Sissy sick?” Wes looked down at his little sister. Marc had taken to explaining what being a big brother meant.  

     “No sweetie,” you reached over and stroked Wes’s curls back. “She’s just a baby and her getting bigger sometimes means stinky diapers and spit up.” You smiled as your son nodded. “Now, we should light the candles before anything else comes out of this little one.”  

    Marc chuckled lightly and nodded, grabbing the Shamash. He gave it to Wes as he grabbed the lighter. Wes kept a tight grip on the Shamash as Marc let the wick catch fire. Marc set the lighter down and wrapped his hand around Wes’s and began saying the prayers as they began to light the eight candles.  

“Baruch atah Adonai Eloheinu Melech haolam, asher kid’shanu b-mitzvotav, vtzivanu l’hadlik ner shel Hanukkah.”  

     As you, Marc, and Wes finished the prayer, Rachel made a cooing noise. You smiled and kissed her head. “Happy first Hanukkah my little Rakhel.”  

     “She came just in time.” Marc whispered against your temple.  

    “Ha, two months early and four weeks in the hospital early.”  You sighed and rubbed the flat of your knuckle against Rachel’s cheek. “I was so scared for a while.”  

     “Well, she’s here, and healthy. Wes is healthy.” Marc rubbed your back. When Rachel was born, he called his father. No prompting, and nothing but his own fear.  

     Elias had walked Marc through the Mi Shebeirach (Prayer for Healing) as he sat with Wes in the hospital chapel. Three days later Elias was in New York and taking Wes back to the apartment so Marc could sit with you. And then Elias came back and sent Marc home with Wes and took over watching you.

    “And you are healthy my moonlight.” Marc said. You turned to face him and nuzzled your nose against his.

    “I know. How are the boys?” Since the stress with Rachel passed, Steven and Jake have been giving Marc time to bond with his daughter.  

      They had done it with Wes, something about letting Marc bond to help with the last few steps towards what you had titled ‘Recalibrating the Mental Understanding of Life.’ It was a joke you had come up with when Marc popped the question. He got a laugh out of it since his therapist said if it wasn’t for your understanding nature and willingness to work with Marc in your relationship, he probably would have kept going the way he was before.

     Of course, with everything it meant Jake and Steven fronted less but Marc assured you that he could still hear them and feel them. And you always welcomed them and still loved them.  

    “They are good, excited to meet the new little star.” Marc chuckled hearing Steven’s excitement and Jake’s threats if anyone should hurt her.  

    “Well, I miss them. So, it will be nice to talk with them.” You smiled and walked over to the couch. Marc followed and sat down, sitting Wes between you.

    Marc closed his eyes and listened as you talked to Wes, letting his mind drift.  

        “You’ve done amazing Marc.” Marc could see Steven sitting in the library he always found comfort in.

    “We’re proud of you, amigo,” Jake raised a glass, the bar setting he always seemed to fit into.

     Marc looked at his own mental safe space, at one point it had looked like an alter room to Khonsu but now it looked like the nursery with Hamsas and a mezuzah on the door frame. The toddler bed and crib on either side. Somewhere he could hear you humming.  

     Then a thought occurred to Marc, “I know I’m getting better but... you guys won’t leave me, will you?”  

      When Marc looked over at a mirror his eight-year-old self stared back at him. 

    “We’ll always be with you Marc; we can’t leave you anymore then you can completely forget your trauma. We’ll just be... quieter.” Steven said giving a gentle smile.

     “Besides this time, we’re going willingly, unlike that time you shoved us both so far down when the cracks started you couldn’t handle it.” Jake said taking a sip from his glass.

    Marc winced at that memory. It had been before you met you and right after Khonsu. He remembered some missions, but Jake had confessed to having been the front of a few that needed a little more.  

    “We’ll be here. Besides as long as Y/N wants to see us we’ll find ways to stay present,” Jake smirked making Marc roll his eyes and Steven try to hide a laugh.

    “Abba, Abba wake up,” Marc smiled at the sound of Wes’s voice and could feel him pushing on Marc’s shoulder.  

    “Go, spend time with the family. We’ll still be here.” Steven said with a smile.  

    Marc nodded and slowly started breathing as things faded away and Marc could feel Wes jumping.  

    Marc quickly pulled Wes down and tickled his belly. “Hey little man, you got to be careful.” Wes giggled and grabbed Marc’s hand. “Don’t want to accidently hurt Ema or Rachel.”  

    Wes nodded and looked at Marc’s wedding band. He began to trace the blue opal center and watch the light shine off it. Marc used to spend hours staring at it himself, finding it hard to believe that anyone would marry him.

    Wes giggled as you tickled his feet. You wore your wedding ring on your right hand in the traditional place of your index finger. Mainly because even before you were married you wore rings mainly on your index fingers. So, as you tickled your son’s feet, Marc could see the rose gold ring on your finger with in-laid blue opals.  

    He moved closer and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed your head.

     “Happy Hanukkah Y/N Spector.” He smiled feeling you nuzzle his shoulder.

     “Happy Hanukkah Marc Spector.” You adjusted Rachel as she began to whine and Marc watched you as you laid her against your chest, Wes moving to cuddle you on the opposite side.  

[dutchmancallypso]

Happy birthday to my love, to the only man ever - the amazing, handsome, incredibly talented, kind, beautiful and charismatic Oscar Isaac.

If there was a word to express how much I love him I would use it, but it absolutely does not because my love for him can't be put into words.

You sir are the light of my life ♡

[stevenslilmoon]

If anyone knows or writes platonic!reader x moonknight first pls let me know!! I'm desperate for fics that aren't romance centered or about sm*t. The moon system are like my dads to me PLSS 🙏🏼