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So uh, who else is watching "Jack Reacher" right now? I'm TOTALLY watching it for the plot OBVIOUSLY 😅🫠
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Marc Spector x gn!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •
Summary: Marc gets fucked.
Reader has no gender, and it is not specified if they have a cock or if they are wearing a strap.
Warnings: Begging, pet names, Marc getting anally penetrated, talk of anal licking and fingering, talk of kinky stuff reader wants to do to Marc, Marc saying 'I love you', sweat, overthinking, overuse of italics, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.
Word Count: 906
Marc moans loudly, the sound reverberating through his chest and spilling out of his mouth. It’s louder than he usually is, than he usually lets himself be, and less polished.
Half of the time he’s holding himself back, while the other half is practised. The groans and sighs and snippets of words are all an amalgamation of the porn he’s fucked his hand to. Rehearsed in his head, always on guard to make sure he is behaving correctly, as he should be, as to be expected.
But now he can’t stop himself, can’t fold back into his thoughts and bring up the walls he’s so used to supporting himself on.
His moans are musical, unencumbered as you fuck him into the mattress. He can’t think, can’t feel past how you hold him and press into the deepest part inside. Like you’re trying to drain him out, make cracks in the dam of his armour so the real him will leak out onto the bed sheet.
Sweat beads at his temples, runs down his neck. His legs are spread so wide, his knees bent as you keep up the steady pace, deep and slow, the same tempo that has driven him close to madness the past thirty minutes.
His cock throbs as it’s sandwiched between both of your stomachs, you’d jerked him slowly at the start of all of this coated his length and balls in lube before you’d pushed your fingers inside. Now it was all a mess against your bodies, slick and guiding, like he was floating on air. His cock sings, pleasure running along his nerves. It’s good, too good. But he just can’t get the normal slight friction he was used to.
It was like you’d known this when you started, knew that it would drive him so close to the edge but not tip him over like he desperately craved.
“Baby,” he sobs, his voice weak and strained and so, so needy. His skin burns, he’s so high, so close to coming all over you and just adding to the mess. If only you’d fuck him a little harder.
“Hmm?” You suck at his pulse point, licking the salt from his sink. You’re just as sweaty as Marc, just as desperate for his release.
“Please, I’m,” he hiccups, and whines as you push a fraction harder, sink a centimetre deeper. His eyes roll back.
“Is that good?” You tease, your voice thick.
He nods wretchedly. “Please!”
“Please what?” Your voice is like syrup, like honey, sweet and slow and, oh god.
“Please fuck me!”
You chuckle. “I am fucking you Marc.”
How could you sound so calm and collected, how could you keep a hold of yourself when he’s sure he’s about to fall apart at the seams.
“Nooo, I,” he bites his lip, shivering, “Please make me come.”
“You want to?”
He nods beseechingly, looking up at you with hazy lust blown eyes. “I need to.”
“Then come.” You smile and he groans in exasperation.
“I need…”
“What do you need?” Your voice is so soft, so sweet despite how you torture him, holding him here right at the edge.
“I need you to…” He huffs, groaning and moaning beautifully with every deep trust and roll.
“You need me to?”
“Make me.” He sobs.
“Make you?” You repeat and he nearly bursts into tears.
“Please!”
“Oh sweet heart,” you kiss his cheek, his lips. “How, how can I make you, what can I do to help you?” You soothe, rubbing your chest against his.
This helps, his closeness, having you absolutely everywhere. Marc clings onto your arms, keeping you completely against him.
“I, I, I,” he swallows, his eyes wild and pleading.
“Shhh,” you kiss him again. “You can come whenever you want, you know that.”
He nods again. “Tell me… things…” He breathes in shakily when he sees the look on your face, knows you’re about to ask him to clarify.
“Tell me… what, what you want to do to me?” He asks shyly, his voice small as if you hadn’t had your tongue in his ass forty minutes ago.
“What I want to do to you, hmm?”
He nods rapidly, every breath a moan as you keep sinking in and out of him.
“I want…” you kiss him quickly. “To put you on my lap and plunge a vibrating dildo into you so deep, just keep you like that squirming on my lap for hours.”
He shivers, groaning and squeezing you tighter.
“I want… to tie you up to the bed and make you watch porn on a loop until you’re so horny you come without being touched.”
He gasps, his balls drawing up.
“I want to put you in a collar and leash and then make you to fuck me in the ass while I pull you close-”
He screams. His body tenses up in paralysing bliss as he spurts between both of your stomachs. He clings onto you for dear life, unable to stop himself from just coming and coming as you keep fucking him through it.
White dripples out of his cock, your name falls from his lips on repeat.
It’s only when he stops shaking that you slow and still, stroking his cheeks and tracing his eyebrows.
“You’re so good for me Marc,” you mutter and kiss his lips. He smiles softly, the action languid as he squeezes you tight.
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by Leo_LongestNameEver
“You call me a liar,” Jake all but snarled, stepping so close into Marc’s space they breathed the same air. “As though you’re ever honest.”
“Hypocrite,” Marc accused, shoving at Jake again, and he wished Jake would push back, would give Marc the fight he wanted. “You’re the only one-“
“Liar,” Jake cut in, catching Marc’s wrist when he moved. “You know what you try to hide from me, you just hate that I know.”
or
Marc has feelings he won't admit to, Jake sees it clearly, they fuck nasty about it.
Words: 3197, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Moon Knight (TV 2022)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Jake Lockley, Marc Spector
Relationships: Jake Lockley/Marc Spector
Additional Tags: Hate to Love, Hate Sex, Hair-pulling, Choking, Bottom Marc Spector, Top Jake Lockley, Dom Jake Lockley, Marc Spector Has Issues, Confessions, Happy Ending, Biting, Masochism, Possessive Sex, Lack of Communication, (resolved with sex), Rough Sex, Coming Untouched, Doggy Style, Possessive Jake Lockley, Degradation Kink, Degradation, First Time, Bondage, But with hands, What do you call that?
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0pnSjB9
im honestly in love with like every detail of the matt and frank scene
the fact that matt already knows where he lives. i was scared they were going to say something to imply that they havent seen each other since dds2 but thats obviously not the case. theyve kept up a relationship over the years. matt calls him buddy. theyre allies enough that they can go to each other for help, but they also fight every time. thats exactly what i wanted tbh
frank taking pills. hes what, mid to late forties now? and have you seen the beatings he takes? of course he has pain. i know that a character taking pills always is supposed to imply they have a problem, and that definitely could be the case, but either way i took it as a realistic consequence of the life he leads
we all knew that frank didnt kill hector, and matt knows that frank doesnt mark his own bullet casings. but i still appreciated that not for an instant did matt even imply that frank had something to do with it. at most he just figured frank was keeping an eye on his punisher fanboys
"its matthew!" i fucking loved this line actually. its not like he was gonna say its red or daredevil, because hes still desperately trying not to be that. he has for sure told frank at least a couple times that hes not daredevil anymore, and the first thing he does is reaffirm that. but then frank only ever calls him red, because he has never actually believed that matt could leave it behind forever
frank is living in kinda a shithole, full of guns, very utilitarian, jumpy and defensive, ragged looking, vaguely injured, still doing his punisher work and nothing else and its wearing on him. so..... exactly what i was expecting, actually. i suppose theres a scenario where hes living in some fancy high tech arsenal setup. but really, when has frank ever prioritized taking care of himself past the minimum? at least hes doing better than his early punisher s1, construction job, barely speaking or sleeping for months era.
but who, between frank who looks like hell and matt in his fancy suit, is actually doing better right now? well, matt is so deep in repression and denial that hes built himself a life he doesnt like and cant even say foggys name. but frank has always been incredibly honest about what he does and why he does it. matt so desperately needed some honesty from someone who understands him, and by god did frank deliver
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