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hightowcr · 15 days

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so you’re telling me bezz told sky sport that he made a little mistake during the sprint bc he saw that “marc was coming to catch him”. he said that he was trying to focus on martin, but he knew marc was getting closer and closer and then he fucked it up

( “ehi bezz your crush is here act normal” bezz: fall off his bike )

#“MARC STAVA VENENDO A PRENDERMI”#it literally means “he was going to take me”#i know he meant it as he was going to catch me and that’s how it’s kinda translated in english but still italian is a funny language #you’d think he was talking about the boogeyman and not. a tiny spanish twink #the marcmarc lore is getting crazier #sky sport italia thank you for your service #marco bezzecchi #marc marquez #marcmarc #french gp 2024 #motogp #marc <3

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wysteria-clad · 2 years

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Repeat after me.

Marc Spector deserves the same love as Steven and Jake.

[Just look at him, he is literally 🥺]

Marc Spector deserves the same love as Steven and Jake.

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#pls give my baby the love he deserves #marc <3 #marc spector #moon knight

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fettuccin-e · 1 year

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Hi!!!! Idk if you’re taking requests right now and it’s totally cool if you don’t but I was wondering if you could write the boys with aftercare?!?! One or all, writings choice! If you’d like with one of them maybe the reader safewords? If you’re not comfortable with that I completely understand ASDGHJKL

But anyway I love love love you’re writing you’re so fucking talented 🥺

ROMANA I LOVE YOU OMG YES

So we’re going to go with Marc on this one because I truly cannot imagine safewording with Steven (I mean he’s really hot, but a dork y’know, and I think he’s probably pretty vanilla? So I can’t imagine a scenario where you guys are having kinky enough sex to establish a safe word. He probably fixes you both tea after sex lol) and I could write for Jake but an idea came to me with our dear Marc Spector. I really hope you enjoy!!

(Tags: Marc Spector x Reader, overstimulation, safe word use, unprotected piv, afab!fem!reader, pretty fluffy, not a whole lot of angst!)

How Many Does It Take

You can’t really tell how many orgasms you’ve had by this point. Marc had started between your thighs, eating your pussy like a man starved, sucking at your clit until you had soaked his face not once, but twice.

He’d barely given you a change to breathe through the aftershocks before he had sunk two of his thick fingers into you, under the guise of stretching you out for his cock. But you know better. You know because he had immediately sought out your g-spot, pressing into it and chuckling like a bastard when you gasped and your hips twitched.

He’d worked you through two orgasms like that, his two fingers turning into three.

Your mind had already been hazy, your vision slightly blurred when he had sunk his cock into you. You were already so sensitive, and the way he had pounded unrelentingly into your g-spot had made it fucking worse. You had sobbed, hips twitching hard, but Marc held you steady, telling you how good you were. Telling you to cum on his cock. Telling you to cum again.

And you had, clenching around him hard as you shook in his arms. He floods your pussy with his cum not long after that, and you breathe hard, exhausted and ready to wrap yourself around your boyfriend as you sleep like the dead.

But Marc pulls out of you and you feel his cum leak out of your sensitive pussy. And he takes those thick fingers that you hate to love, and pushes it back in.

He stuffs his cum back into your abused entrance, pressing two fingers into you all over again, and you want to scream when he presses them against your g-spot.

“Marc, ah, ‘s too sensitive. I’m so fucking, so fucking sensitive baby,” you whimper, hips attempting to jerk away, but Marc keeps a strong hand pressed to your lower stomach, holding you still as he plays with your messy cunt.

“C’mon gorgeous, you can give me another one. So good, so pretty, you gotta give me another one,” he mutters, his muscles bulging as he works his fingers into you, ruthless and unrelenting. He feels it when you cum again, your pussy fluttering softly, and he smiles. “Good girl, baby. Good fucking girl. Another, c’mon. Another.”

You can only whine, tears slowly leaking down your puffy face. You can’t cum again, you can’t. The last one had hurt, a little bit, your stomach cramping up. It feels like he’s ripping orgasms out of you at this point, forceful and violent. He doesn’t understand, he doesn’t feel it the way you do. They’re not good orgasms anymore, there’s no satisfaction, only aching.

He leans down to pepper kisses under your jaw, soft pecks that are usually a source of comfort, but not now. Not now. He’s still playing with your g-spot, his thumb rubbing hard circles into your clit. You’re numb, but your body still clenches up involuntarily with another orgasm, and oh god, it hurts.

You’re whining high in the back of your throat, little mutters of “too much, ‘s too much Marc, oh fuck,” whispered between you both. But he isn’t stopping, doesn’t show any plans of stopping anytime soon, and another orgasm wracks your body, feeling like you’ve been struck by lightning.

“Red, red, Marc, oh god, red,” you gasp, barely able to fucking breathe. You want to sob in relief when you feel his fingers immediately leave your puffy, abused cunt, but you immediately want to mourn again as his heavy body lifts off of you. His thick hands leave you, leaving you suddenly cold, and you whimper softly.

“Hey, hey,” Marc’s gruff voice filters into your ear, close to your face, but keeping his distance, not taking the chance of touching you when you don’t want it. “Hey, baby, are you hurt? Are you hurting anywhere?” You try to answer, but no sound comes out, your throat sticky and choked. “Just one word, baby, yes or no. Are you hurt?”

“No,” you mutter, your voice breathy and ruined to your own ears. “Just,” you cough, “hold me?”

Marc doesn’t hesitate, moving next to you and gathering you up against his naked body, his warm skin a comfort against yours. He’s a little sticky with sweat, but you know that you’re even stickier. You feel wrung dry, the area between your thighs too tacky with a mixture of you and Marc. You’ll need a shower later, but you content yourself with just breathing in Marc’s scent, warm and musky, with a hint of his woodsy deodorant.

He holds you against him like you’ll disappear, tracing his fingers up your spine as you sync your breathing with his. Neither of you speak, simply existing together as you come back to yourself. You’re not sure how much time passes, only that Marc holds you steady, strong and unyielding in only the way that he can be.

“‘M sorry,” you mumble against his chest, and Marc jerks suddenly, arms hugging you tighter.

“No, baby,” he says, so vehement that you giggle softly. “You never apologize for using the safe word, okay?” You feel his hand come up to nudge your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I am so, so glad you felt safe enough to use it, okay? That took a lot of strength, and I am so proud of you.”

You can’t help how your eyes start to burn at his words, and you desperately want to bury yourself inside of this beautiful, strong, understanding man, and never come out.

“What happened, sweet girl? Just so I don’t do it again, okay? I just need to know,” he whispers, voice cracking just a little bit, and it breaks your heart. You lean up to press a comforting kiss against his lips.

“Just because I can cum multiple times Marc, doesn’t mean I should, okay handsome?” you croak out, and you watch Marc’s brows furrow.

“You get so hyper-focused on making me cum, baby, and even though that is like, every girl's dream, it starts to hurt after a while, you know?” Marc nods at your explanation, and you smile softly at him. “You are so, so good in bed baby, but my body can’t really handle that many orgasms back to back. Maybe we can keep it to a maximum of four?”

Marc smooths his hand over your cheek before cupping the back of your head, guiding you into a soft kiss. “Okay, baby, four it is,” he mumbles into your mouth, and you giggle in response, bringing one of your hands up to brush a thumb over his stubbly cheek.

“I love you Marc,” you whisper, and Marc whimpers softly, almost like he’s relieved.

“I love you too baby, so much. So fucking much,” he says against your lips. He kisses you softly, again and again, chaste and warm and loving.

“Think you could carry me to the shower, handsome?” you whisper after a few minutes. “Don’t think my legs are in working condition yet.”

Marc chuckles, before standing up off the bed and scooping you up into his strong arms. “Bath instead?” he asks, carrying you through the apartment.

Your heart swells, threatening to choke you. “You’re too good to me, Spector.”

“Well, a trusted source did tell me that I’m every girl's dream,” he chuckles. “Gotta live up to the name, right baby?”

“You already do.”

#marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector smut #marc <3 #steven grant smut #moon knight smut #moon knight x you #moon knight x reader

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zoe-oneesama · 1 year

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Smart of you to get out while you can, Marc.

Episode 45 Part 3

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Season 1, Season 2, Season 3, Season 4, Season 5

Ep 41, Ep 42, Ep 43, Ep 44, Ep 46, Ep 47

Bonus:

Sounds like she’d be a GREAT contribution to the club, dude. 😒

Bonus Bonus:

No one, no one at all 😐

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#she LITERALLY has a track record of art theft and sabotage Mr. Art Teacher!#scarlet lady #scarlet lady comic #scarlet lady au #reverser #marc #marc anciel #episode 45 part 3

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dressfortheslide-nottheride · 5 months

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essential rosquez quotes from @moonshynecybin's post here (ty!!)

the "accidental contact" can be found here, please tell me ur opinion!

@pgaslys makes an endless list of motogp things found here (its great)

other motogp primers found here, here, and here (kind of). they rly helped when i was getting into motogp so ty sm to their creators.

and in general to anyone trying to get into motogp- everyone on motogpblr is super nice and helpful! i've sent so many anons and i've always gotten lovely answers!

im always happy to chat so feel free to shoot me an ask w any q's or corrections x

#motogp #mine #in my defence i have covid and I'm bored #i say that like i didn't start this pre having covid #this was originally intended for my coworkers bc I'm too deep in this hyperfixation #anyway much love to motogpblr y'all are great and super friendly #once again if anyone has any corrections i am always happy to receive and edit!!!#marc marquez #valentino rossi #i refuse to tag everyone bc im sleeby #uhhhh #rosquez #kind of?#anyway enjoy!#motogp primer #edited 18.12 ty anon!#edited again 9/3/24 ty @unreliablesnake

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mcondance · 10 months

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backshots with marc. yeah.

marc likes you face down, ass up. not in the “i’m in control way” but. . in the “jus lay there and let me take care of you” way.

he likes the visual of you laid down, back arched and pussy swallowing his cock up while you moan and curse and babble whatever fucked-out thought comes to your mind. the act of letting you just take it and letting him give it to you the way he’s learned you love is something he can’t get over.

his hips slapping against yours, his hands roaming your back and ass, your pretty moans cascading throughout the air as he fucks you good— it’s irreplaceable.

“takin’ me so good, baby, just like that, yeah,” he nods, and you are taking him good.

when it hurts too good, when his cock is pressing too perfect on that spot, and you slur out “feels too good, feels like- god”, when your words are more like jumbled up letters, is when he knows he’s doing it right.

“jus keep taking it baby, just like that, right there, hm?”

he’s spurred on by your drawn-out moans, your whiny whimpers of “fucking me so good, shit”. every sound that escapes your slick lips makes him feel so perfect, the thought that you feel this good because of him, that he’s the reason you feel this good has his heart racing a mile a minute.

but he never gets caught up in his head, because you, and the way your pussy feels wrapped around his dick are enough to keep him grounded for days.

“look so pretty takin’ it, so fuckin’ pretty baby.”

and in his eyes, you do. everything about you is pretty, from the milky white ring you leave around his cock to the way your ass bounces with each of his thrusts to the way you just let him spoil you, allow him to allow you to be your pretty ass still and let him take over.

the way you look cumming on his cock, though. . that’s heaven. shaking and sobbing, you keep cumming, and he keeps fucking you until you’re both so blissed out you can barely move. and when you’re too tired to even move, he takes care of you then, too.

#first marc work how we feelin?#if my dialogue isn’t accurate i’m sawri in advance i’m working on it <3 #marc spector smut #marc spector x black reader #moon knight smut #moon knight x black reader #moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader

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ramen-flavored · 2 years

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❤️Them❤️

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pharawee · 1 month

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Damn it. I shouldn't have brought them here. I feel even lonelier now.

#we are #we are the series #marc natarit #poon mitpakdee #marcpoon #chain x pun #weareedit #thai bl #thai drama #bl drama #bl series #my edits.#thirdwheeling at his own thirdwheel pity party :((((#also the veggies are like 3 pieces of spring onion and that's the worst part lmao

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ivystoryweaver · 3 months

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oscar isaac valentines part 2/2

Part 1

#I made yall some valentines #part 2 #happy Valentine’s Day #oscar isaac characters #Valentine’s Day #moon knight #Marc Spector #dune #duke leto atreides #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #outcome 3 #the bourne legacy #Santiago Garcia #triple frontier #Jonathan levy #scenes from a marriage #mine #my edits

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hightowcr · 17 days

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rewatched today’s press conference at least 3 times to analyze and scrutinize the every tiniest bit of movement in their eyeballs and the funniest shit to me was the immediate, silent stare marc and pecco shared as soon as the journalist asked the question ( “who would you chose between marc and jorge as a teammmate” ) while also totally forgetting about jorge’s existence

pretty boy was like the fuck should I say now?

and marc’s chaotic ass was just.. ENJOYING. thriving, even. psychological warfares and such, lemme see if you know how to play this silly game bag-naia

and then there was jorge. standing in the middle of the asylum just having the most silent, discreet hysterical breakdown ever, side-eyeing pecco at every given opportunity with some of the cuntiest headtilts ever known to mankind which in my eyes screamed im fucked bc nobody was actually paying attention to him

#i had the time of my life truly #hope its true just bc i need to see more of pecco and marc being a menace together #committing crimes on track and psychological warfare off track #we would collectively loose our minds every week (valentino is included)#not to be delulu on main but im truly and partly convinced they already know shit #contracts were signed (probably idk)#the press was INSANEEE they either gave away too much or were just. delusional. no in between #must admit jorge’s expression cracked me UP tho #pecco bagnaia #marc marquez #jorge martin #motogp #marc <3

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wysteria-clad · 2 years

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Y/n: My friend thinks you are cute

Marc: what friend?

Y/n: I'm the friend

Marc: *cheeks heats up*

Y/n: Aw you are so adorable when you blush *smiles*

Marc: Stop *blushes furiously*

#marc blushing after being complimented >>>#he is so cute i swear #marc <3 #marc spector #incorrect moon knight quotes #marc spector imagine #marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #moon knight

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fettuccin-e · 7 months

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It's Never Easy

Kinktober Day 24: Edging

Tags: Steven Grant x Reader x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley, yeah that's right they're all here baby, afab!fem!reader, oral and fingering (f!recieving), unprotected piv (wrap it irl I am begging you), edging, crying during sex, orgasm denial (w/c: 1.3K)

A/N: Yeah that's right the boys are back in town, and by that I mean all three moonboys. They're all little shits and I adore them (For Kinktober, I've been using this list from flightlessangelwings!)

You think that you’re finally wearing Steven down.

He’s been at this for hours now, you think, burying himself between your thighs and losing himself like he never wants to leave. He’s fucking incessant when he gets you like this, licking at your cunt until his eyes have glazed over and he’s grinding slowly into the bedsheets. He moans when you tug at his hair, the vibrations from it going up your spine.

“Fuck, Steven, I need-” you moan, your chest heaving with the way Steven sucks your clit into his mouth, licking at you in a way that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your hips hump into his face, chasing the sensation. “I can’t, fuck, I’m gonna- think I’m gonna-”

He pulls his face away just like that, watching as you shout, your hips grinding into nothing but air as your pleasure and your orgasm dissipate. He holds your thighs apart and just looks at the way you tremble, his eyes wide and a blush high on his face.

“That’s it, darling, so fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, and you grind your teeth together. This is the third time, the third fucking time, he’s done that. Gotten you so close, your body locking up and threatening to fall off that precipice, before he pulls himself away, leaving you with nothing.

It’s fucking maddening, and Steven just watches, squeezing at his thick cock as it aches between his legs.

“Please, Steven,” you whine, high pitched and needy. “Need you to let me cum, fuck, please let me cum.” You sound so pitiful, so desperate, that Steven’s eyes soften at your begging.

“Oh, I know, love,” he murmurs, sliding a thick finger up the seam of your cunt. “Need it so bad, yeah? It’s okay, darling, I’ll let you cum,”

You nearly sob with relief when he leans back down and sucks your clit into his mouth, sinking two fingers into your entrance. He’s relentless, playing with your clit with his tongue, nudging the tips of his fingers into a little spot inside of you that makes you want to cry. Your orgasm surges back up inside you without warning, and you can’t fucking breathe.

You brace yourself for him to do it again, to pull away when you start babbling, “Gonna cum, fuck, please let me cum,” between heaving moans. But Steven doesn’t let up, doesn’t slow down, and you start to smile with the fact that he’s actually going to let you have it this time without pulling away.

Except, he does pull away.

You cry out as Steven’s head shoots up from between your legs again, but you can only watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head, his jaw clenched.

Marc looks up at you from his place between your thighs, a cocky little smirk playing at his lips.

“Oh baby,” he says, and his voice is gruff, dark, so unlike Steven’s. “You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?” You gasp for air as Marc sinks a third finger into you, and he grins.

“So pretty when you’re almost fucking there, sweetheart,” Marc murmurs, and he leans close to brush his lips against yours in a whisper of a kiss. “Whining, pleading for us to just let you cum. Steven was going to let it happen, put an end to your misery, but me?” He fucks his hand into you so hard that you choke on a moan. “I like seeing you squirm.”

And the process starts over again.

Marc fucks you on his fingers without a hint of remorse, driving into your g-spot in violent, debilitating thrusts that have you reeling.

You get so close so many fucking times, over and over and over again, your body drawn tight with the overwhelming need to cum. You beg, plead, gripping the bedsheets so hard that you fear you might tear them. But Marc. Doesn’t. Stop.

Every time he feels it, that tell-tale tightening of your body, hears the way you start to go quiet as you focus on finally falling over that precipice, he pulls his hand out of you without any finesse, any mercy.

Around the third time he does it, you really do start to cry, sobbing for Marc to finally let you cum, that you need it so bad it hurts.

“Can’t- it’s too much, Marc, please, please let me, need it so ba-ad,” you hiccup through your moans, tears bubbling up in your eyes and spilling down your cheeks.

Marc leans down and kisses them away, cooing at you as he grinds the calloused tips of his fingers into the most sensitive parts of your cunt.

“Okay, sweet girl, I’ve got you, come on,” he murmurs, his thumb coming up to press against your clit, grinding little circles into it and sending you fucking flying. “Don’t cry, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank-” you’re in the middle of thanking him, practically tasting your orgasm on your desperate tongue, when Marc’s eyes roll back, and his hand rips away from your cunt.

“No,” you whine, choking on your tears as your body quakes beneath his, “no, no, please.” You’re practically hysterical, desperate for it after so fucking long, after Steven and Marc have shredded you apart.

“Princesa,” Jake grins down above you, unmistakable with his dark gaze and a smile that is purely fucking primal, feral. “If you think you’re going to cum on anything but my cock, you’re wrong.”

And you can only gasp at Jake notches the thick, leaking head of his cock against your gaping entrance, and shoves himself in to the hilt.

You scream, your back bending into an obscene arch as he fills you up so perfectly.

“Jake, Jake,” you sob through labored breaths, “I can’t, it’s been, I don’t know how long it’s been, please, please. I need to cum, fuck, ‘m begging.”

“Oh, my beautiful girl,” Jake croons, “Of course you can.”

Of course you can. Like you’ve had permission all along, like it was that easy. Like you haven’t been broken apart by each of them, over and over again, reduced to a sobbing, shaking mess beneath their body.

He’s only one, two thrusts in, but you’re coming anyway, screaming with it as tears flow down your cheeks. Your entire body locks up with it, your cunt squeezing tight around Jake’s cock in rhythmic pulses that have him clutching painfully at your hips. Sweet, sweet relief fills your body, like water in a desert, the sun after a hurricane. It’s fucking bliss, incomparable, absolutely debilitating.

“Mierda, that’s fucking beautiful, fuck,” Jake growls, and he presses into your body so deep you think you can feel it in your stomach, and pumps you full of his cum. “Good girl,” you hear him mutter, “Good fucking girl,” before darkness grows into the edges of your vision and quickly swallowing it whole, leaving you to fall into pitch black oblivion.

When you finally come back to yourself, you feel warm, safe. It’s no surprise to you, since you usually feel that way in this flat, in this bed.

“I didn’t fucking kill her, Steven,” you hear Jake growl. “She’s breathing just fine. And don’t act innocent, you and I both know that you worked her just as hard as Marc and I did.”

“And you all better pamper me,” you croak, still refusing to open your eyes, “As soon as I take a nap.”

“Hermosa,” you hear Jake breathe, and you feel his lips press to your forehead. You crack open your eyes to meet Jake’s gaze, his eyes wide and more worried than he usually lets on. “Are you alright? You- you passed out.” he asks, and you giggle.

“Never been better,” you murmur. “But any of you try that shit again, it’s no sex for a fucking year.”

Jake grins in that roguish way that makes your heart flutter. "As if you could resist any of us for that long, mi vida."