#marc spector x gender netural!reader

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Kneel My Knight || Marc Spector

Pairing: Marc Spector x Dom! AFAB! Gender-neutral! Avatar! Reader

Word Count: 939

Synopsis: Day 7 + Costumes

Warnings:  NSFW, Dry Humping, Hair Pulling, Costume Kink, Finger Sucking, Public Masturbation

A/N: These are 18+ works, so no minors(you will be blocked)!! Also if you have a blank blog or no age/age range listed I will also block!!!

Of all places to be doing this, you never even considered it happening on some roof fifteen minutes away from the flat. 

Pinned against the roof entrance, the cool brick sent shivers through you; in contrast to the way, Marc's warm body ground fervently against your thigh. He had pounced on your the moment the two of you landed on this building; not even taking the moment to fully let his suit dissipate before his lips found yours. He had blinded you with his hunger, apparent with each of his kisses; you thought you had made one too many innuendos on patrol and sent him over the edge. But how he breaks as you nip at his lips, putting the same passion he met you with, you realized his hunger was for something a little more invigorating. 

Snaking your hand up his shoulder, you held him by the back of his neck; your other gripping his hip tight. His hips stutter, whine leaving him as he presses himself closer. His hands lay flat against the obsidian breastplate you wore, fingers tracing over the jackal head etched upon it. From the pressure alone, you can tell he wants to touch you; that this barrier between you was driving him more wild. He was a sight; watching a man as strong as himself, crumble– mindlessly rutting against your thigh like nothing else mattered. 

The cocktail of his needy moans and desperate grinding left nothing but a carnal desire in your gut. 

One that couldn’t wait until you got home.

Swallowing his needy sounds one last time, you dug your fingers into his dark curls and tugged his head back. He breaks away from the kiss with one of the whiniest cries you’ve ever heard from him; hips buckling as he mewled your name. You shush him quietly, looking around to be sure he wasn’t heard by any of the sleeping residents before you turn back to him. 

“You’re so needy for me tonight, pretty boy,” you tease, enjoying the pitched noise that left him in response; adam’s apple bobbing, oblivious to the fact he was still rocking his hips.

“Couldn’t even wait until we got home,” you muse, watching how eager he was for a release. You didn’t know what exactly riled him up, perhaps the fighting from before but whatever it was the adrenaline was making its way through his system; driving his movements without care. 

“Please, I need you,” you barely capture what he said as the words tumble out of his mouth all too fast, “I need something.” His plea, his beg, his request– settles in your chest, and all of a sudden you feel wet. 

“Kneel,” you order, and without hesitation, he dropped to his knees. He peered up at you, curls stuck to his forehead and his lips slightly parted. Even though the mess of the man is a sight to see, it’s not what knots your stomach. It’s the way he looks at you, bright white moons shining in his eyes; emphasizing his desire for you.

He looks absolutely beautiful like this. 

“You can touch yourself but you can cum until I tell you to, okay?” you brush your thumb over his pink swollen lips.

“Yes.”

His costume shifted, bandages retracting from his crotch and he pulled out his cock. You lick over your lips; thrill shooting through your veins as he stroked himself with his bandaged hand. He didn’t seem bothered by the feeling of the fabric, making you wonder if he had done this before; the thought alone tempts you to squeeze your thighs. Your eyes don’t leave his hand, pumping slowly over his leaking cock. He takes his time, twisting his wrists to his liking, and occasionally rubbing his thumb over his tip; soft whimpers of your name escaping out of his mouth. You look back at his face, catching the lewd look on his face as tears escaped his pearly white eyes– wanting.

“Good boy,” you praise, using your free hand to stroke through his hair; feeling him shudder at your added touch and you tapped on his lips. “Now, open,” he does so without a fuss, taking your pointer and middle finger into his mouth. His muffled moans echo as he sucks, tongue swirling over your fingers while his hand jerks him off faster. You notice and tug on his hair again a whine leaving him again before he slowed down. 

The breeze feels like ice over the both of you as you keep your grip firm; shudders wrack through his body. He struggles to keep a normal pace and each time you correct him with a stiff tug and he steadies himself. The pads of your fingers press against his eager tongue and more broken noises leave him. He pants, slobbering more over your fingers, the desire for his release had reached its peak within him.  Full moons glimmered in his eyes, clouded in the desperate haze for pleasure. You remove your fingers, wiping them over his lips before he could beg. 

“Come for me, sweetheart,” your command was quick and made him collapse; his moans rippling around his fingers as he pumped his cock a few more times before his orgasm hit him. His cum paints across your boots and you coo at him, softly praising him for doing so well. His head settles against your thigh as he catches his breath and your fingers gently run through his hair. 

He seems worn but you know better than anymore just how long he could last.

And you were determined to leave breathless by the end of the night.

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*knocks on your door* *you open the door*

Ahem um, Hi there friend! *twiddles thumbs awkwardly* I wanted to submit a request, so here it goes… reader’s anxiety is making them feel really badly about themselves and they’re in need of a little reassurance. Queue Marc Spector (maybe a sprinkle of the other boys?)

*bows* thank you lovey, and please take your time; there’s no rush!

Title: Everything and More

Pairing: Moon Knight System x Gender-neutral! Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Request: As stated above!

Warnings: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Anxiety, Self-Doubt, Crying, Hugs

A/N: I know you said a sprinkle of the other boys but the boys are too caring and will be there for you immediately and always <3 hope this is to your liking!

It had crept up on you silently. 

The bright and fun days you had been enjoying had been dragged into murky dense fog you struggled to see past. You hated how it hampered the things you enjoyed, how it strung the life out of you leaving you tired all day, and how you second-guessed every little thing you did. It was exhausting feeling bad about yourself and not knowing how to even fix that feeling. So you kept it down as best you could, trying to not disturb your boys and burden them with anything extra. 

You barely lasted a week before it all finally hit you.

The night had echoed on quietly for hours, as most of the residents had fallen asleep; including Steven. You were restless, unable to let your mind sit, and soon you found yourself drifting deeper and deeper into your insecurities until your heart couldn’t take it anymore. The tears started flowing before you could stop them, silent cries leaving you as you tried to muffle your noises. 

“Cariño?” Jake’s groggy voice drawled from behind you, your sobs growing louder as you wrapped your arms around yourself. You barely registered the bed dipping, Jake shifting himself to sit up a bit before his hand pressed flat to your back.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered, tugging you into his gently into his chest, “I have you,” he assured, arms squeezing you light, stroking gently over your hair. You want to apologize, not wanting to cry your heart out like this but you were too inconsolable to stop. He held you close, softly shushing and reassuring you that it was all okay. Minutes passed, and your sobs slowly died down to sniffles, you began to scoot away. 

“You don’t have to move.”

“Are you sure?” you winced at how unsteady your voice sounded. 

“Absolutely. Let me hold you, sweetheart.” he smiled tenderly, bumping his nose against yours; your eyes fluttering shut for a moment. You nod, resting your head back against his chest; your eyes closing as tiredness finally washed over you and you drifted off to his heartbeat.

By the time you awoke, there were no longer any arms around you; the blankets tucked around you. You rubbed your eyes, cursing softly at how dry they felt as you kicked your feet off the edge of the bed. A sweet aroma fills your senses, driving you to get up fully and wander through the flat. Faint cursing echoed softly from the kitchen and you caught your boyfriend, already dressed for work, scrambling around the stovetop. You watch as he works, methodically, happily humming and murmuring to himself. You shift quietly, not wanting to disturb his flow but the chair creaks as you pull it out. 

“Ah, good morning, love!” he turned, greeting you with his usual bright smile.

“Good morning Steven, what are you doing making breakfast?” you question, only because most of the time he wasn’t awake enough to make himself a decent breakfast.

“I thought I’d make you your favorite pancakes! Though it was meant for you to enjoy in bed,” he chuckled, as he tossed the finished ones onto a plate.

“It’s okay, thank you for making me breakfast,”

“Of course.”   

“Also, I hope you don’t mind,” he began, pausing to put more fresh pancakes down on the plate before looking at you, “ I did call in for work for you– Jake told me you had a rough night and we thought you might need a little break away.” he finished explaining, his eyes filled with concerned. You take a moment to digest his words, a small warmth filling your chest at the sweet consideration of your boyfriends. 

“No I don’t mind at all,” you smile softly, watching how his worried expression soften and he perked up a bit. 

“Great, now it is still pretty hot so be careful,” he warns, setting the plate down in front of you. He hands you a fork right after, watching happily as you took your first bite, and sighed.

“You like?”

“Yeah, you absolutely nailed them,” Steven’s grin widens as you take another bite. 

“Great let me finish mine and I can join you,” he hums, pouring the rest of the batter as he gets his own plate ready. 

Breakfast went better than you expected, even with the lingering feelings still resting over you. You could tell on it was lingering at the cusps of his lips, at the tip of his tongue; the what’s wrong and how he could help, things you didn’t have answers for. Luckly, he chose not to, talking excitedly about his recent “group of wonders” the museum had gotten. Listening carefully, you nodded and discussed until your eyes caught track of the time. 

“Baby.”

“Hm?” he cocked his head to the side.

“You have work in 30.” you state, pointing towards the little clock. 

“Oh bollocks, lost track of time,” he scarfed down the last bit of his food before grabbing your plate and his, placing them in the kitchen sink “I’ll clean these later, and you promise to take it easy today, okay?” he states as he fumbles to pick up his bag and his phone.

“I promise. I love you,” you hum, kissing his cheek as he passes by; to which he stops and kisses your own. 

“Love you too, laters gators!” he exclaims, waving as he exits the door. Part of you feels a bit better but everything was still off. So you climbed back into the bed, scrolling aimlessly onto your phone till you accidentally drifted back out. 

You begin to stir at the sound of the door unlocking, lifting your head up enough to see your boyfriend enter; which is strange because there’s still light out. You stretch a small bit, slowly waking up the rest of your limbs as you turn to check time– it wasn’t even 3 yet. 

“Steven,” you called out, rubbing the rest of the sleep from your eyes. Once they adjust, you get a better look at him, watching him set down Steven’s bag and walk toward the edge of the bed. 

“Marc, did Steven have a rough day?”

“No, no, he called in for a half day when he realized you were still having a rough time,” he answered, running his fingers through his hair.

“Oh.”

“And I asked to front because I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh,” you answer again, mentally shaking your head at how aloof you sounded, “um, yeah sure.”

“I mean we don’t have to yet, if you don’t want to,” he waved his hand around candidly, “or if you want to talk to the other two instead,” he trailed off shyly, looking down at his feet. 

“No!” you scream, startling the both of you. “Sorry, I just don’t know how good I’ll be at talking; I haven’t really figured out why I’m feeling like this.”

“That’s fine, baby, and I completely understand that,” the bed dips as he sits beside you, staring at you with gentle eyes. His hand inches closer, fingers tracing over the back of your hand as he looks at you for permission; with a nods he takes it, squeezing assuringly.

“It’s been tough… it feels like there’s a cloud over everything I do,” you mumble out.

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I didn’t want to disturb you guys and I hoped it would just burn itself off,” you sigh, tapping gently against his palm.

“I just haven’t been feeling like myself,” you admit finally, your heart pounding in your chest, “like I just don’t think I’m worth all the hassle.” the confession makes everything inside hurt; the words you refused to acknowledge finally set free. 

“What hassle?” he asks, so genuine you feel like you’ve said something wrong and you look away. His hand gently settles on your shoulder and when your eyes meet again, his eyebrows softening as. 

“I’ve been feeling so underserving of everything— and I don’t know why, just I guess my brain being funky,”

“I understand that, but you know,” he leans in pressing his forehead to yours; noses bumping together, “you are the most deserving person out there right? You’re amazing, sweet, and caring and there’s never been a single thing that’s made us think otherwise. You’re deserving of everything we give you and even more because you’re an absolutely wonderful human being.” he articulates and you can’t stop your eyes from watering. The closeness, his warm breath fanning over your face feels so sincere you almost don’t want to believe it. 

“We promise you don’t have to deal with it alone. We’re always gonna be here for you, okay? We love you, we care about you and we want to help you the best we can even if it’s just getting little smiles out of you,” he nuzzles his nose against yours, a small smile breaking out over your lips. You let out a watery chuckle, Marc’s chasing after yours as he pulls you into his chest; kissing the top of your head. The tears fall freely this time, not filled with pain or sadness but with a sense of joy– at ease. 

“Thank you.”

“Anytime baby,” he hums, pressing another gentle kiss to the top of your head. You hold onto him dearly, sniffling softly as he rubs over your back; loved and protected.

Happy your boys would always be there for you. 

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"show me how much you missed me" and "you better watch your fucking mouth" with marc spector👀 if its fine combining two of them of course!

Title: Miss Me, Pretty?

Pairing: Marc Spector x Gender-neutral! Reader

Word Count: 1k+

Request:  ❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜ + ❛ you better watch your fucking mouth. ❜

Warnings: NSFW, Praise Kink, Sloppy Makeouts, Thigh Riding [Prompts from this list!]

A/N: Emerges out of my hole to drop some sweet Marc lovin’ and appreciation. (“you better watch your fucking mouth” changed to “you better watch that pretty little mouth of yours.”) [tagging @scarab-ofmoonknight so you can suffer the damages ahaha]

The T.V. echoed as the action scene played out; ignored and falling upon deaf ears.

Marc’s lips moved smoothly against your own, his warm palms caressing your face as his thumbs stroked over your cheek. Your grip tightens on his hips, tugging him closer as you deepen the kiss; your back still pressed against the door. You had returned from your two-week work trip, and it was clear you were missed. 

His hips bucked against yours as your tongue licked over the inside of his mouth; coaxing low moans out of him. He’s flushed, warm against you, and your lungs burning, both of you refusing to pull away. You squeezed, another low groan leaving his lips; his heated breath fanned over your face. 

“Baby,” he whines, pulling away just far enough to see how blown out his pupils were. You push yourself off the door, pressing him to the wall adjacent; a low groan leaves him. 

“It’s good to see you too, sweetheart,” you grin, nipping at his swollen lips; drawing another obscene noise out of him. You press another wet kiss to his lips, smirking, feeling the shudder run through his entire body. You trailed your hands over his black t-shirt, pressing into his soft stomach, and he trembles. They wander under the fabric, your nails leaving quick crescent indentions over his skin; your lips stroking over his chin. He stiffens as your teeth latch on; his hands dropping to rest on your chest as you began nipping over his jaw. He squirms under your attention, shaky breaths leaving him as he brushes his hips gently against yours. You can feel every bit of his desire, it seeps into you with every small shift and sound that leave him. 

You break away, tugging him by one of his belt hoops and he doesn't resist. With a wide grin over your face, you made your way to the bed. Pausing before the edge of the bed, you snake your arms around his waist; he whines again, as you feel up his lower half. 

“I love it when you make noise for me,” you hum against his jaw, licking over the bites you left. 

“'m glad you’re back,” he murmurs, angling his face lower so he could kiss you again. 

“Are you?” you tease, grinding your hips against his.

“Yes,” he whimpers as you peck the corners of his mouth, ghosting your lips over his. 

“Then sweetheart,” you grinned, detaching yourself from him completely, and plopping yourself down on the edge of the bed, “show me how much you missed me.” You pat your thigh, watching Marc’s eyes widen, his body tensing as he straightened up. Without a word, he walked toward you and slotted your right thigh between his legs. He braces himself with your shoulders and lets himself fully relax; a quiet moan leaves him as his bulge presses against your thigh. You can tell by the way he grips your shoulders tight, he feels on fire; fighting his body to keep himself from pouring out his excitement. 

“Don’t hold back, baby,” you apprise, dropping your hands onto his hips, steadying him.

His hesitancy fades as he rolls his hips; another shameless moan leaving him. The noises fly past his lips, as he begins a fast jerky rhythm. He doesn’t expect your lips against his own so quickly; your kiss ravaging his whines from him. There’s no more teasing, instead replaced by an unyielding craving as you suck on his tongue— wanting to bleed every noise out of him. He bucks sharply, digging his fingers into your shoulder as he gets himself off. The friction burns through his lower half, thighs shaking as his hips gyrate eliciting another shaky moan. 

“That’s it, baby.” the encouragement spurs him, louder whines leaving him as he drags himself over your thigh. His face contorts, tight-knit brows as he speeds up his movement, desperate for his release— the one friction refused to grant him. You notice his frustration and gave him a soothing kiss for his troubles. 

“Open." the command hits Marc right in the gut and he thickly swallows, opening his mouth as wide as he can. He moans, the pads of your fingers rubbing against his tongue until they slide all the way into his mouth and he closes his lips with a satisfied groan. He doesn’t need to be ordered again, sucking your fingers with renewed vigor as he squirms against your thigh— his arousal growing stronger. He squirms, feeling his cock leak freely; jutting his hips up into the damp spot of his boxers. 

“You’re so beautiful like this, such a good boy for me.” he whimpers at the praise; teeth bumping against your fingers. 

“You better watch that pretty little mouth of yours,” you advise lightly, pressing harder against his tongue and he moans accordingly. He sucks harder, tongue sliding eagerly between your fingers as he ground his hips faster. When his whines turned into soft choking noises, you removed your fingers and pressed your lips against his. Returning your hand to his waist, you squeeze, pushing him down harder as you lapped into the inside of his mouth. You pull away, nipping and sucking over his jaw before kissing the tip of his ear. 

“You gonna cum, sweetheart?” you rasp against his ear; nipping harshly around the lobe.

“Uh-huh,” he moans, nodding his head rapidly as his hips bucked all on their own. 

“Go ahead and cum for me, baby.” the blistering heat inside of him snapped, a loud cry bubbles out of his throat and he’s coming hard. He tenses for a moment before tremors wrack through his body, loud pitched noises escaping him. You coo at him, praising him tenderly for how good he was and how well he did. He relaxes into you, letting you tug him into a sweet hug; stroking his back. Minutes pass before you nudge him softly and he looks up at you, drowsy-eyed in wonder. He accepts the kiss you give him, too pleasant even if it was short. 

“I missed you too.” you hum, bumping your nose against his, and Marc can’t help but smile. His eyes fluttered shut, a content sigh leaving him as he lets your love wash over him—happy to have you home.