#MARC SPECTOR

[pigeonmama]

🙇🙇🙇

*Random man speaking shit about Steven*

*Steven looking like a kicked puppy*

Marc: I'm gonna hit the living shit out of this guy.

Jake, calmly: it's not necessary amigo.

Marc: why?

Jake, pointing at Y/n: just look.

Y/n standing up from the table, running towards to the guy: IF YOU DARE TO SAY ANYTHING BAD ABOUT MY BOY I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR WINDPIPE AND TEAR OUT YOUR FUCKING SPINE. GET IT?!

Marc: holy shit.

Jake: yeah. Holy shit.

Steven: mates.. . Don't wanna break the magical moment but Y/n is choking that man.

Khonshu, from the corner: FINISH HIM LITTLE HUMAN!

[nowritingonthewall]

MOON KNIGHT in Marvel's 'What if...?'

[avocadoart]

Funky traditional art ourgh

[the-devils-angel]

I love this man so much😭

a thousand times

marc spector x reader

summary: marc insisted on coming along with you at a gathering for your work, but he's obviously uncomfortable there.

warnings: a bit of social anxiety and slight sadness. that's it

tags: gn!reader, fluff!!!!!! nervous but soft marc:), marc deserves the world and more

word count: 0.9k

hey hello! I know this is short but I wanted to write something simple. also this is my first fic of 2023 because the writer's block hit me in the face like a truck going full speed so I hope it's not that badly written lol......

Your look darted to Marc’s foot frantically tapping against the tiled floor of the large reception room. His elbows were planted on his thighs, his hands joined and his chin brought to his chest. His curls were neatly slicked back; the usual hairstyle when Marc was in control of the body when they needed to get ready to go somewhere.

He looked handsome; he was wearing a dark brown suit, the two first buttons of his shirt popped out. You could smell the faint smell of his aftershave mixing with the strong but pleasant smell of his cologne. He looked up, observing his surroundings, before taking a deep breath.

You knew he would hate this, you knew he would. 

You had let him know that he didn’t have to do this, that you could go alone or that Steven or Jake could front so they could handle the socialization more easily.

Marc had insisted.

He had insisted on coming with you at that little party thing for your job; because he knew this was important that you came here, and he wanted to be there for you during this like you had been for him so many times before. 

And you really appreciated that he had made the effort to come with you even if you didn’t need that to know that he cared about you, but him feeling uncomfortable was not the point, and your empathy made it feel equally as unpleasant to be here knowing that he wasn’t relaxed.

You gently put your hand over his forearm, not wanting to startle him as you probably weren’t in his peripheral vision; the softness of your action paying off as he casually turned his head towards you. 

“Are you okay?” his lips quickly pinched into a small smile, and your fluency in Marc Spector let you know that it translated into ‘I’m okay, but could be better.’ You slid your hand down his arm to take his hand, and the gesture of lacing your fingers together was his, his thumb softly stroking the side of your pointer finger mostly to subside himself. “I promise you it won’t be long. We just have to listen to my boss’ speech, take a drink, be polite then we’ll go home.” you declared as he nodded.

“I know, don’t worry. It’s okay” he confirmed, despite his leg now nervously bouncing.

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This evening wasn’t so bad, honestly. Marc had barely left your side but mostly because you wouldn’t let go of his hand. 

You had introduced him as your boyfriend to your coworkers, and you surely hadn’t missed that annoying over-flirty coworker that didn’t believe the Marc in question existed up until now – maybe he would finally leave you alone, now that he had seen the sarcastic smile over your boyfriend’s face as he tightly shook his hand. 

You smiled to yourself as you saw Marc willingly talking to your manager after you excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

You said your goodbyes and left the building, finally free of that meeting. 

“I talked alone with your manager. She said you did a fantastic job.” he said as he looked over at you, putting his arm around your shoulders, a small expression of proudness showing on his face.

“She did?” you asked, surprised but touched.

“Mhm.” he nodded. 

You walked to your car in silence, the whole evening replaying in your mind.

“Hey.” you stopped as you finally reached your car, and faced Marc. “I’m proud of you,” you declared, smiling at him. “Really.” you affirmed, taking a hold of his hand as he weakly smiled back at you. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into a hug to really show that you meant it, his arms also wrapping around you seconds after. 

You pulled away a few moments later, this silent embrace somewhat feeling cathartic.

As you looked up at him to kiss his cheek, you noticed something was evidently wrong as his eyes were glossy and tears were inevitably hard to refrain as he blinked.

“Marc, baby” you wiped away the tears rolling down his cheeks. “Why are you crying?” you asked, the uncovered worry evident in your voice.

“It’s nothing” he muttered looking away, wiping away the rest of the salted tears with the back of his jacket sleeve. “It’s stupid” he almost hissed, shaking his head.

“Tell me.” you pleaded as you chased his look.

He looked to the side and shook his head again.

“No one ever told me they were proud of me” he declared, pinching his lips and looking down, as if he was ashamed. He desperately avoided your look, convinced that you were going to judge him for this and it was a mistake to confess this to you.

“Marc.” you called, a bit harshly so he could look at you. “I’m proud of being the first one to tell you that” you nodded, your thumb gently stroking his cheekbone. “And I’ll tell it a thousand times more to make you believe it”

He looked up at you and bit his lip hard to prevent more tears from spilling. His arms immediately caged you, his face burying into your neck as you held the back of his head, running your fingers through his curls. 

“I love you” he murmured against your skin, his warm tears dampening your shoulder.

“I love you too Marc. Thank you for coming with me.” you smiled as you held him in your arms, soothingly running your other hand along his back as he silently cried in the crook of your neck in the middle of that foggy parking lot.

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[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

M’kay, I’m wondering how would period sex with Vampire Steven Jake and Marc be like? Anything you want, but if this ask makes you feel uncomfortable, it is totally understandable! 💋

I'm okay with that! <3

I'm so sorry it took me a millenial to finish.

Period sex with the Vampire Moon boys:

Cw/triggers: Smut, nsfw, blood, oral(f! receiving).

A/n: Okay I will say this: Vampires + Period = a pretty cruel combination.

Of course the boys hate it when you're in pain every month but its safe to say they just can't turn off their needs and especially not when it involves blood. You basically have them to keep you clean, and they can get to feed too.

Jake

You're pretty much doomed if he senses you're about to get them. Literally smells you ovulating a mile away. Has no self control especially when he just got back from hunting, being all exhausted. Then he remembers you being on period and gets hungry on spot again.

The first thing Jake usually does is fingering you, getting you prepared before diving down to lap away at your already overstimulated pussy so he can get some feeding done while at it.

He enjoys giving you orgasm after orgasm with his mouth before giving you the final one with his cock. You're a whining mess after Jake would be done with you.

In the end, he just licks his lips, satisfied with himself and his achievement.

Steven

He already starts getting suspicious when you're having an eating urge days before you're about to get your period.

Smells it the second your ovulation starts.

Good lord have mercy on you when you're having them and Steven is around. Not that he's worse than Jake or Marc, but he is a goddamn enjoyer when it comes to eating you out. He doesn't care about the blood, he would gladly spend hours dipping his tongue into you no matter how messy he gets.

Steven this absolute madman will only stop if you're begging him, otherwise he'd lose himself in it and spend half a day down on you.

It really helps him when he gets hungry. He wouldn't want it all to go to waste.

Wants you to have your heating bottle on your belly, especially if they're strong. Has a towel underneath you to prevent a mess.

Steven read about orgasms soothing your cramps, so it should be a win-win. You should expect to be immobilized for atleast some time. He wants to help you after all.

Marc

He kind of has your cycle memorized, and if he catches the familiar scent of you ovulating, he gets excited!!

The moment you get them, he prepares the towel and heating bottle for you. Then before you could ask what he's doing, he already has you spread out for him, his arms slung over your thighs, gently preventing escape.

He is used to get bloody, so you bleeding isn't doing anything to him. Blood is blood to him.

Marc pretty much does this almost everyday to you. The more orgasms you get, the less pain you have. You should thank him.

He's similar to Steven, eating you out until you're begging him to stop. But even then, squeezes another one out of you with his cock.

If he is really feral he wouldn't bother with any preparation, getting you into the bathroom so he can feast undisturbed. Way easier to clean up too.

After he's done with you, your muscles definitely need a break.

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Marc Spector in What If... The Hulk Fought the Mech Avengers? [6/?]

[spectohr]

you're still as beautiful as the day i lost you :(

[romana-after-dark]

Marc Spector x Sucubus!Reader Ft. Khonshu

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My submission #1 for Dead Dove December! there is still plenty of time, so I hope I can see at one or more other Oscar isaac Submissions and maybe a logan submission! Also, I love every single of the Pedro submissions, you are all so amazing!!!

Summary: You are a sucubus, and tonight you've come to visit one of your favorite toys, Marc Spector. Tonight, however, you have a visitor...

Warnings: Sucubus reader so reader is DARK! This fic is DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! Marc is alseep the entire time so non con somno, Khonshu watches and is grossly possesive over/thinks he owns Marc's body. Dirty talk, general non con themes.

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Beta'd by @boredzillenial

1.3k words

A/N: This is my first writing Marc Spector in almost a year I think! Moon Knight for longer than that! I'm happy to see my baby again <3

He was really fucking pretty. 

Maybe that’s why he was your favorite, maybe that’s why you came back to him again and again.

Marc Spector was your favorite to be sure, a young man still youthful, maybe around 25, and you’d been visiting him for maybe 2 years now. He was handsome, an absolute cutie with dark curls, tan skin and strong build. Even in his youth, he was built thickly, even if a bit short. Standing at 5’8. He wasn’t much shorter than global average, but he was definitely average height for Latino and Sephardic men. 

But his cock… god, that’s one of his biggest draws. Sure the rest was fantastic; Marc was absolutely flawless, a sleeping beauty below you, but it was his cock stuffed inside you that brought you to ecstasy. The 9 inches was delightful, reaching deep inside your core so well you could feel him kiss your cervix at the right angle. But god, the thickness… the way he split you open, the way you felt so full as you sank down on his length, crammed up inside you as you cum hard around him, Marc’s eyes fluttering when he came inside you but never awakening.

Tonight was a little different, however. Tonight you had company.

Naked and dripping for him already, you grind your naked cunt over Marc’s grey sweat, getting him hard and aching. You could see his breathing increase with the rise and fall of his chest laid bare like he knew you were coming. Like he was whoring himself out for you, and you alone. But you weren’t alone, were you?

“Come to watch, have you?” You speak, not looking away from Marc’s slightly parted lips, but speaking to the being in the corner.

“I wasn’t aware you could see me, little one.” 

You chuckle. You knew who he was, but he didn’t know you. Of course not. Succubi, while somewhat rare, were not unheard of and there was no reason for him to know you.

But you knew who he was.

“I can see all the Gods and beings of our realm, Khonshu” You smile as you turn to the man in his skeleton-bird form, grinding down hard on Marc’s bulge and humming in contentment.

He makes no sound, simply nodding. “And you’re a succubus, I am?”

“I am. This here,” You pat Marc’s chest. “Is my favorite toy. The question is, why are you here? Just came to watch? I won’t object.” You give him a teasing smirk, but see nothing in return.

“I am the owner of this body.”

Your eyebrows quirk up in surprise as you continue to dry hump Marc’s sleeping form. Was he mad you were using ‘his’ body? “Oh?”

“And I come to summon him, only to find a stranger using my avatar.”

Ah, an avatar. No wonder Marc was so lean, so muscled and strong. “And were you summoning him to use him like I am?”

He chuckles. “Hardly, although I can’t say it hasn’t crossed my mind. No, Marc is my knight. It seems you also have plans for him.”

“Ohhhh yesss, I do.” You’re approaching an orgasm, and you haven’t even taken out his cock yet. “So many plans… Khonshu… the question is, are you going to let me use your little toy?”

Khonshu cocks his head to the side. “Only if I get to watch.”

5 minutes later, Marc’s cock was drilling your insides as you bounced on him, hands planted firmly on his chest with Khonshu watching you. He remains clothed, rubbing himself slowly underneath his crisp pressed pants (he changed from his robes for the occasion, into a nice suit.). 

“How’s the view?” You tease him, your cunt leaking from your first orgasm all around Marc's supple hips.

“Simply sublime.” Khonshu’s voice booms through the room.

“Me?” Leaning down, you kiss into Marc’s neck, taking a nibble before side-eyeing back to Khonshu in the corner. “Or him?”

“Both”

Marc lightly snored, and you look over to watch the sweet man’s nostrils flare, so unaware of what is happening, so unaware he’s being used a sex doll for one, and porn for another.

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” You’re pussy clenches around Marc’s cock as you bounce, enthralled by the inherent eroticism of it all, the treatment of Marc’s body as a thing to be rented out. You run your hands over his chest, feeling his warmth, his sweat, his tensing, aching body responding to you like the goodest good boy you’ve ever had the pleasure of defiling. “He feels so goddamn good, Khonshu.”

“How deep is he inside you?” He asks, still lazily leaning back but the touches over his clothed cock taking on a speedier edge. 

“You can feel for yourself.”

Khonshu reiterates, his voice much firmer now. “How deep, little one?”

You place your hand on your stomach, right where you can feel him piercing your womb. “He’s so deep…” you whine, drenching Marc’s thighs with your slick. He deserved this, deserved to have his fat cock drained, balls emptied inside a beautiful woman. Too bad Marc would never be awake to see it.

But Khonshu is, and isn’t that the next best thing? The owner of the body, watching and getting off to his varlet being abused in his sleep. Well, you wouldn’t exactly call it abuse… Marc sure seemed to be enjoying it.

Little whimpers leave his lips, and when you reach back behind yourself, you can feel his balls tightening.

“He’s about to cum, Khonshu…” You bounce on him with renewed fervor, your stomach flipping at the thought of being filled again by his hot, sticky warmth. Fuck, he was splitting you open, your body impailed on the young man as his length is fed inside you. “Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum inside me?”

“Fuck yourself on my cock.” His voice was breathy, breaking down just a little, losing a modicum of self control. “Let me cum inside, let my vessel fill your womb with my seed.”

“FUCK!” Your orgasm is crashing, screaming, clawing and kicking out of you, your body shaking with delight and milking out Marc’s as he fills you up. Rope after rope, your fluids mix in an unholy matrimony, cum trickling down his legs as your cum overflows to stain his sheets. You can’t even lament what was lost, the virile young man continuing to claim you with his cum, with Khonshu's cum, and you can feel it where his cut tip kisses your womb. 

And fuck, he looks so pretty like this.

His body, tight and lightly muscled, is tense, his mouth lightly parted as little moans escape his lips. His tits flex with the intensity, eyebrows knitted together as the final spurts fill your stomach, causing you to bulge. You’ve never felt him cum like this before, and you suspect the extra seed was Khonshu’s doing. As Marc’s hips stutter a final time, he sighs a little out of his lips, a name, not yours, whispered on his tongue.

“Layla…”

You don’t want to move. On top of Marc’s now-relaxed body, you enjoy feeling him so calm, so rested, so beautiful, even if he was thinking of some woman.

“He met a girl.” Khonshu stands. Any mess he made is gone, but you can tell by the light panting that the skeleton bird had cum too. “Kill her father a few years ago. She doesn’t know that yet, but it seems they’ve begun an affair of sorts. Doesn’t matter.” Khonshu says with resolve. “That will fall apart too, just like everything else in his life. He’ll soon learn I’m all he needs.”

You huff a laugh. Khonshu’s self importance was well known in the shadow realm, but this was none of your business. You were off to carry out your night, ready to knock some girl up with Marc’s cum. You give the young man a little kiss on the cheek.

“Until next time, Spector.”

Thank you so so so so much for reading!

I really hope you all enjoyed it, I wanted to explore Khonshu's possesive feelings towards the body. I explored this a little in Your Very Being which is Jake x khonshu and i feel takes place after this.

Again, thank you!

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𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 ; steven grant | one-shot |

summary: you reckon your boyfriend deserves something good after the terrible day he’s had.

pairing: fem!reader x steven grant.

trope: established relationship + guy has a bad day, girl makes it all better.

genre: fluff + mild angst + romance.

warnings‼️: donna’s bitch ass 😒 i HATE her bro oh my godd + crude language + steven’s had it rough + suggestive (they make-out for a lil bit, reader wears lingerie) + heavily implies sex.

word count: 1,761.

random disclaimerrr: heard MashedPotato’s full Birthday x Pillowtalk remix on soundcloud & GYAT they cooked 🙏🏽 italics = steven’s inner thoughts & bold = marc’s inner thoughts. psa: steven grant is my pretty princess 😊 happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2024 @jks1uv

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Steven’s upset. You hate when he’s upset. In your eyes, he deserves nothing but good things and a full night’s sleep.

Alas, he can’t have both.

He sighs into the phone and you can hear the exhaustion in it. You can almost feel it, too.

“‘m just ready to come home to you.” He chuckles dryly.

“Oh.”

You don’t know what to say to that.

It’s times like this when you wish you could handle another person’s problem.

You know how much of a bitch his boss, Donna, is. You don’t believe her. You can’t fathom just how annoyingly rude, pathetically rude, and disrespectfully rude someone can be, let alone to Steven.

He’s your golden boy, the best man alive. The love of your life.

How can someone hurt the feelings of a guy that doesn’t have a single bad bone in his body?

To know he’s being treated like shit and know you can’t do anything about it irks your soul.

“Alright, love, I’ve gotta go. But I’ll see you tonight?”

You beam at his reminder. “Mhmm.”

“I love you.”

You’ll never get tired of hearing that.

“I love you.” You echo with butterflies swarming around your ribs.

You end the call and think about every time Steven’s had to go through a rough patch because of her; the Devil incarnate.

And maybe that’s a bit of an overkill but you digress. She is a bacon dripping, miserable, awful, obtuse angle of a two-faced cunt.

And you know what else? Maybe you will do something about it.

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Your boyfriend is exhausted.

It’s nothing like tiredness after a night’s work of acting as Khonshu’s right hand, but it’s something.

His eyes threaten to close on him not too long before his body starts to weigh heavier each step he takes.

Just gotta make it to the elevator.

He’s hopeful, but it doesn’t last long. There’s a dreaded sign that forms the letters he wishes weren’t there.

Out of order. Use the stairs.

He stares blankly at the white piece of paper with the black, bold words staring right back at him. As if it’s mocking him.

He sighs deeply and begrudgingly moves up the four flights of stairs. Every time he blinks, he imagines his bed.

It's not too hot but not too cold.

You’re in your designated spot right next to him, curled up under the blanket watching some movie.

Steven fishes for his key to open up his little paradise.

It’s almost dark. The only sources of light being the outside hallway he stands in and the faint orange tint emitting from the direction of his bedroom.

“Love?” He calls out.

You don’t answer him. You want him to come to you and see for himself so you wait. Patiently, excitedly.

He closes the door and passes by his reflection where Marc is telling him to follow the light.

She’s in there, I can feel her.

“I know.” He hums softly.

Steven can feel Jake’s curiosity.

The mysterious man doesn’t talk much but when his presence is needed, his actions tend to speak for him.

Steven knows this because he could feel the restlessness in the brooding man when you wouldn’t pick up your phone— a curse of your ringer always being on silent mode.

“What’s going on-?”

His mouth dries up. His jaw goes slack and his eyes are cartoonishly large.

Wide awake now, huh?

Steven doesn’t bother to answer. Not when he’s too busy gawking at you.

You’re on your side, an elbow propped up to give your head an angle of his entrance. Your legs are slightly bent at the knee and your other arm rests on the curves of your side.

Lacy red lingerie and the warm, rich smell of amber cloud his senses.

You see him visibly change; his shoulders drop their tension, he straightens up his back a bit and the muscles on his face relax.

You definitely don’t miss the way his dark eyes run a trail across your body and when they meet your eyes, you recognize him.

“Go back inside, Marc.”

He scoffs. “Oh, come on. Seriously?”

Your face doesn’t change and when he realizes he won’t change your mind, he retreats.

“Alright, alright.” He raises both hands to show complacency.

“But I’ll be watching.”

He winks at you and before you can scold him, he’s gone. Left just as fast as he appeared.

Your sweet Steven is still blushy and nervous, his gaze darting all around the room. From the candles to the rose petal covered bed.

He picks up a petal and blinks.

He’s touched.

“All this… f’me?” He asks so gently, it melts your heart.

You sit up at the front of the bed; he’s between your knees and he looks down at you while you look up at him.

“Why, you expecting someone else?” You lightly tease.

You press a kiss into the side and he smiles bashfully.

You stand from the bed and he backs up a bit to give you space but you quickly close it.

Your arms wrap around his neck and he gulps. His hands are a bit shaky but he still has an ounce of courage to place them on your hips. His fingers subconsciously press into the flesh.

You pull him closer and his eyes zero in on your painted lips.

“I know you’re probably tired from today,” You murmur. “but I don’t want you to think about that right now.”

You pry a stubborn curl away from his face and bask in his gaze. The pad of your finger traces along the edge of his nose and he laughs through his nose.

His chin turns downwards but you tilt it back up. His eyes look back and forth between yours, searching for the comfort he’s desperate for. And you give it to him.

You press a soft kiss to his forehead, one to his nose, and a last one to his lips.

He melts into your affection and his mind slips away from the terrible recollection of that day’s past events.

His hold on your hips warm your cold, almost-naked body. Your lips intertwine with his and you hear him mumble.

“What did you do?” He muses.

You throw your head back and giggle incredulously.

“What did I just say!”

He smiles at the sound of your joy but he couldn’t help himself. He had to know.

“You’re in a better mood than I am, that means something.”

You roll your eyes playfully and kiss him breathless.

You grab a fistful of his luscious curls and he groans into your mouth as you tug lightly.

You take a couple steps backwards and almost have him when the familiar snap of a bra strap breaks you apart.

You wince. “Ow- what the fuck-?!”

That look on your boyfriend’s face tells you it isn’t that gentle, sweet-natured man you adore.

“Marc.” You warn.

“I’m sorry, honey, I had to! You look so fucking beautiful right now and I’ve always wanted to do that-”

You place your palm on his lips, shutting him up.

“Okay, look. You’re gonna give him the body for the rest of the night and I will see you tomorrow morning. Sounds good?”

He raises an eyebrow at your directions and grabs a handful of your thighs, pulling you flush against him.

“You’re so hot when you’re bossy. You know that?”

“Yeah.” You smirk.

He quickly pecks your lips and you can’t help but smile at his eagerness.

“Tomorrow morning.” You promise.

Before Steven changes his mind, you turn around and push him on the bed, quickly climbing on top of him.

His eyes grow once more at your actions.

“Please, Steven. No more interruptions this time.”

He sits up and watches you sit down his lap.

“O-okay.”

His heart speeds up as you plant your hands on his shoulders once again and work your way up.

Your kisses stain his neck and he shudders under you.

It’s strange, how he can never get used to your affection. All his life, all he’s ever wanted was tender care and now that he’s got it; he doesn’t know how to act.

You hear him grunt and sigh, he even turn and angles his head so you can have more access.

You’re man’s a quick learner.

His hands wander your back, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.

Your lips touch his jaw and he’s putty in your hands. They graze over the skin a bit before you whisper, “You with me so far?”.

“Mhm.”

He’s on autopilot.

He feels the familiar sensation of your grin on his skin and he pulls back to see it in all of its glory.

He’s staring at you but all you see back in his eyes is the woman who’s most deserving of it.

It’s kind of poetic, actually.

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You know how people say sex leaves your skin with a sort of ‘afterglow’? Like, there’s a visible light in your face, skin, and eyes. One that can’t be ignored.

“Is there something on my face?”

Well, he can’t not wonder out loud. The man’s been getting stares, sly grins, even a pat on the back from the janitor.

You really don’t know.

Steven rolls his eyes.

“I don’t think I would’ve asked if I knew, mate.”

Marc huffs amusedly at his sass but answers him nonetheless.

It has to do with your… activities last night.

Steven feels his face warm at the mention but what did that mean?

An afterglow, Steven. It’s literally all over your face.

“Bollocks.” He whispers.

Yeah, she had plenty of those.

Steven groans at his crude remark. “That’s what we’re doing. Seriously?”

But it couldn’t be that obvious… could it?

His train of thought are halted to a full stop as he hears his boss yelling at some poor chap.

Remind me, why can’t you just quit?

“Because I love my job too much to let someone sway me away from it.”

Steven’s watching as Donna carries a box full of her own stuff and is being escorted… outside?

He looks around and finds a coworker watching the spectacle as well.

“Pardon me, but what’s going on?”

“You didn’t hear? A child found her dildo amongst the stuffed toys.”

Wow.

“I beg your pardon?”

Now this was something he did not see coming.

“I’m being set up!” Donna cries. “Please, you have to believe me!”

Steven’s having a hard time believing this but one thing he knows for sure: you don’t play about him.

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Driving lessons with Moon knight:

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The soft hum of the car engine barely covered the awkward silence as you shifted in the driver’s seat. Marc sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, his expression as unreadable as ever. He had offered to give you driving lessons—well, you had made him offer, after pretending you didn’t know how to drive. It was all part of your grand plan to spend more time with him, given how much he had been juggling with Khonshu’s missions and the whole "shared body" situation with Steven and Jake.

You twirled your fingers on the steering wheel, looking more like someone playing a game of pretend than actually trying to drive. The crisp afternoon light bathed the car, but inside, it felt like the sun had set ages ago with the tension. You glanced sideways at Marc, your stomach flipping. Maybe you had pushed it a little too far this time.

“Alright, let’s go over this again,” Marc said, his deep voice pulling you out of your thoughts. “First, adjust the mirrors. Then, check your surroundings before pulling out.”

You nodded, squinting at the rearview mirror. But instead of checking for traffic, you ran a quick hand through your hair and touched up your lipstick. Marc’s eyes narrowed, noticing immediately.

“Y/n,” he sighed, “are you seriously—?”

“What?” You blinked innocently, fluttering your lashes at him. “I checked my makeup, I’m good.”

“That’s not what I meant.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You check the mirrors to make sure no one is behind or beside you, not to reapply your lipstick.”

You stifled a laugh but shrugged. “Multitasking?”

His eyes narrowed even more, the kind of look that meant business. You were tempted to play dumb for just a bit longer, but you knew pushing Marc was like poking a bear. And bears had claws. Marc Spector’s claws weren’t far from the surface either.

"Y/n, I know you can drive." His voice was deadpan, and you nearly choked on your own breath.

"What?" You gawked at him, but the sheepish grin tugging at the corner of your lips betrayed your act. "No, I—"

"Don’t even try it," he cut in, leaning back in the seat, clearly unimpressed. "Steven’s seen you drive before. Jake’s seen you too. Hell, even I saw you last week when you thought no one was watching."

You bit your lip. Damn it, of course they would remember. "I mean, you guys are always busy. Can’t a girl want some attention?"

Marc sighed again, though this time there was a hint of amusement in his exhale. "You didn’t have to pretend you couldn’t drive for that."

You shrugged. "Worked, didn’t it?"

He shook his head, but there was a smirk playing on his lips now. “You’re unbelievable.”

A sudden shift made you realize someone else had taken over. Steven’s softer voice broke the air. “Love, if you wanted to spend time with us, you could’ve just asked nicely. No need to pretend to be hopeless behind the wheel.” His British accent still had a way of making you smile, especially when he looked at you with those wide, earnest eyes.

“Okay, okay, guilty as charged,” you admitted, finally throwing in the towel. “I just wanted some one-on-one time with you guys.”

Steven’s gaze softened. “That’s rather sweet, actually.”

“Well, if you’re gonna play like that,” came another voice—gruffer, heavier. Jake. “Maybe we should teach you something else in the car, cariño.”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks flushing despite yourself. Jake had a way of turning even the simplest moments into something more intense. His smirk sent a shiver down your spine, the heat between you two suddenly palpable in the confined space of the car.

Marc’s voice interrupted your thoughts as he came back into control. “Jake, focus. We’re here to teach her how to drive.”

“Pretty sure she already knows,” Jake retorted, his tone thick with implication. “Maybe we skip the driving and go straight to—”

You cut him off with a playful punch to Marc’s arm, knowing Jake was still listening. “I think I’m done with the ‘lessons’ for today.”

Marc looked at you with raised eyebrows. “You sure?”

“Yep,” you popped the ‘p,’ unbuckling your seatbelt. “But thanks for the...attention, guys.”

You got out of the car, feeling the weight of their collective gaze as you walked back toward the apartment. You had barely made it halfway before you felt Marc’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back against him.

"Not so fast," he murmured in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "You started this game, now you’re gonna finish it."

A heated exchange followed, the tension bubbling over as the playful banter turned into something more intimate. Marc, Jake, and Steven—each of them surfaced during the passionate moments, a shared intensity fueling the fire between you all. The confined space of the car seemed to shrink with each passing second, your body pressed against Marc’s as you navigated the tangled web of their personalities, feeling each of them come through in different ways.

Hours later, as you lay entangled together, Jake’s voice broke the silence. “So, what’s next? Flying lessons?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation catching up with you. "Yeah, sure. Maybe I’ll pretend I don’t know how to walk next time."

Marc chuckled lowly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

And with that, the tension melted away into comfortable laughter, the trio—Marc, Steven, and Jake—all settling into the quiet rhythm of your shared life. A little chaos, a little humor, but always...together.

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