#marc x steven

[little-worm-grant]

Moonboys: Top Notch Banter

Marc Spector & Steven Grant

404 words / Masterlist.

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Summary: Steven's all fired up and trying to explain British things to Marc. All of this is complete nonsense and none of it should be taken seriously.

Notes: Inspired by this post. Was funny to me it ended up being 404 words.

Marc was ready to pull his hair out. Staring forlornly back towards the reflection where his counterpart had been driving him crazy for the better part of a day.

They’d argued earlier and Steven decided there was no peace to be had. He chose violence, though nothing like Marc or Jake’s. Talking to himself mostly. Rambling, rambling, rambling. All in the constant vicinity of Marc. Making it near impossible to concentrate. If he couldn’t beat it. He tried joining it.

“But what does cheeky Nando's mean?? It has to have a meaning.”

Maybe he shouldn’t have asked. He was verging on losing his own sanity.

“Mate it’s hard to explain.” Steven started with a disappointed sigh. “It’s just like one day you’ll just be with your mates having a look in JD.”

“… right.” Marc answered. Finding none of it right. He really was trying to follow along. Steven continued on with little breath between his strung-together words of gibberish.

“And you might fancy curry club at the ‘Spoons but your lad Calum, who’s an absolute ledge and the Archbishop of Banterbury will be like, ‘Brevs, let’s have a cheeky Nando's instead.’ And you’ll think ‘Top. Let’s smash it.’”

Hand rubbing over his face to comprehend this level of fuckery. Marc stared for the longest time.

“What are you saying?? You’re not even British? Have you picked this up off the internet?”

“Oi! You wot. Don’t say that. I’ll have you.” Steven pointed his finger up threateningly. “I’ll clap your ears together, I swear on me mum.”

Marc inhaled longingly for a moment of peace. Head tilting back to stare at the ceiling. It was either he put up with this for another hour or say what he’d been meaning to say.

“Alright. Fine. I really can’t listen to you anymore. I’m sorry I ate the last Oreo.”

“Too right! I knew it was you! Knobhead. What’re you like?”

“Did you even know half the shit you were talking about?”

“Course! JD’s a shop you have a gander in. And everyone knows ‘Spoons. Solid place if you fancy a pint in the beer garden. Even if it tastes like piss.”

“Okay?”

And still, somehow, none of it was okay for Marc.

“Gotta love a cheeky Nando’s when the occasion calls for it. Just don’t invite any ledges or Archbishops of Banterbury unless you wanna get wankered.”

“Steven. I’m begging you, please. Forget I ever asked.”

[deadqueerboys]

Marc: There's only one rule. Don't..

M/n: What? Don't kill anybody? I know.

Marc: No, don't you ever interrupt Steven. You'll regret this.

[cameronthecryptid]

Idk how to draw anatomy other I would have done this myself but I need some to draw this image but it’s Marc, Steven, and Layla (Layla is Jerma in this situation)

[melodygatesauthor]

Marc X Steven - Random Horny Thots #1 - Filthy Little Boy

NSFW - DUB-CON WARNING

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Steven wakes up in the dead of night, still in his bed, to the feeling of someone behind him, pulling his pants down around his thighs. He starts to protest but he feels a large hand wrap over his mouth. He whimpers into the fingers of this unknown assailant.

“Don’t play coy Steven, I see the way you look in the mirror when you know I’m watching.”

It’s Marc.

That means they’re in the headspace, but this was new. Marc’s never done anything like this before. Steven feels the prod of Marc’s erection against his rear, but more than that, he feels Marc’s free hand snake around his waist to grab Steven’s cock in a caged fist. Steven breathes heavily into Marc’s palm.

“Leaking so much already, my needy boy. Just relax Steven, it’ll feel better if you just relax for me baby.”

Steven tries to relax, and when he does he can feel Marc’s thick length glide into his never penetrated entrance. Steven cries out in surprise. It’s painful, the stretch of his tight hole around the man’s girth, but once he lets the tension go, and he lets out a deep exhale, he can start to feel the pleasure of Marc’s evenly paced hand over his own erection while moving his length deeper inside.

“That’s it baby boy, let me take good care of you. I know exactly how you like it.” Marc’s tone is gruff and almost dark. “I see you peeking over at the mirror while you jerk yourself off every fucking night. You think I didn’t notice what a little tease you were being?”

Marc snaps his hips forward and Steven moans deeply. He’s never felt so full in all his life. Steven’s watering eyes roll back in his head while Marc fucks him harder. Marc was right, Steven had secretly been fisting his own release in the hopes that Marc might see him and would do something like this, but Steven wasn’t brave enough to just ask for it.

“You’re drooling so fucking much,” Marc took his hand off Steven’s mouth and grabbed his hair, tugging his head back. “Such a pathetic little boy you are. Can’t even ask me to fuck you. You’re so hard for me, so needy—fuck.”

Marc leans in and kisses Steven, moaning deep into his alter’s mouth. Steven groans in response. His eyes close but then snap back open when he feels Marc tug on his dark locks.

“You’re gonna fucking look at me while you coat my fingers Steven,” Marc’s hips start moving unevenly, “f-fuck you’re tight Steven, oh I’m gonna fill this little hole, nothing you can do about it…fuck it’s so good.”

“M-Marc, oh god, you’re so big I—I can’t handle anymore…gonna explode if you come in me!” Steven cries out in a mix of pleasure and pain as the man behind him starts slamming faster.

“Good, hope you’re so full of me that your tummy can’t take it…I want you crying on this cock Steven, f-fuck!”

Marc’s hips stop and he starts pumping Steven full of his hot cum, coating his walls and filling him to the brim. Steven couldn’t even utter a single word, his voice just a mess of raspy whines as he spills over Marc’s caged fingers. Marc brings his messy hand up to Steven’s mouth when he’s finished emptying into Marc’s palm.

He pries Steven’s lips open with his cum soaked fingers and slides them inside, “clean up this fucking mess you made, you filthy little boy.”

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[unfilteredaj]

Once again thinking about how Marc and Steven briefly got to hold each other, and got to know the other was a TANGIBLE, LIVING soul, and then they had that ripped away from them.

My angsty little heart is going BANANAS.

I’m imagining Marc and Steven both being so happy to be working together, and creating a cohesive life together, but then after the joy of that wears off, they’re both secretly deeply sad.

And they’re so concerned about each other they don’t realize their own sadness.

Until one day, when Marc is fronting, in the privacy of their apartment, Steven goes cocon to use the hands to touch Marc’s face gently.

And Marc breaks down, because he remembers the time Steven clung to him like a life line, shaky and afraid. And how he clung to Steven just as hard, because he was so afraid he’d lost him.

[kajaono]

I think the most heartbreaking scene in 1x02 is where Steven is stuck - conscious - in his own body for the very first time and literally BEGS Marc to let him back into control. And Marc just looks at him with this sad sad face, saying: "I know. Its okay. I am gonna take care of you." and then we see Steven, covering himself with a blanket, completly broken

Yeah, I am fine, just sedate me

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[later-gators]

just a little part of a WIP i have. i have many of em, tbh.

[jessscamander]

♡ Marc siempre protegera a Steve de todo ♡

[sophieinwonderland]

What are your thoughts on the take that all alters in a system are dating whoever one of them is dating? Feels like a sysmed talking point about to make waves…

I mean... you're sharing a body at least.

I think there are some really disturbing implications if you're trying to force headmates who are aromantic to be in a relationship with someone just because other members of the system are.

At the same time, a system is a team and you can't take one member of the system without the others, the same way you can't marry a parent without also getting the children. It's a packaged deal.

A singlet dating a system needs to be able to understand that not all headmates will have the opinions. I think if the system is out, there should be a talk about the major fronters and how they feel about the partner so that boundaries can be set and understood by everyone.

If this is understood, it seems completely fine for any number of headmates to be involved in the relationship. If only one headmate wants to date someone, that seems perfectly okay to me.

Additionally, monogamy is generally understood as being bound to the body. There is absolutely nothing wrong with different headmates dating different people IF this aspect of the relationship is discussed beforehand with all partners.

I also really dislike the implications this mindset has for in-system dating. I remember some discourse when Moon Knight was running, with systems arguing against singlet anti-shippers who tried to claim Marc and Steven dating was "selfcest."

This seems to be the logical conclusion of this line of thought to me. If you try to push a view of every system as just parts of one person and that every member of a system has to date the same partner(s), then that essentially does invalidate in-system relationships.

[chrispineisagoddess]

[Khonshu, Marc & Jake x Steven]

Throw Me a Bone (series)

By Sweet_nightshade12

YEEAH this series is great. I’m a simp for Steven and this tickles my fancy. I shared just Marc & Jake with Steven but there’s definitely a good amount of all the them. Currently only 4 parts(now 5)! Make sure to read the tags!

Read here

[little-worm-grant]

Steven's pov: Mooning Business

Marc Spector & Khonshu & Steven Grant

336 words / Masterlist.

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Summary: Marc's discovered something nefarious at the port. Steven's getting more involved in this whole Mooning business. (To which Marc will keep telling him not to call it that but alas.)

‘Marc’

“Quiet a minute.” Marc shushed him. Focusing on the one with the golden mask. Determined to find a way to swoop in just as that crate was getting opened.

‘Our evidence is about to go in the river if you don’t bloody look.’

“What?” That got Marc’s attention. Leaning back into himself to stop him from plunging out from hiding. Eyes darting in the direction away from the unboxing. Closer to the waterline. Steven was right. Someone was dumping shit into the river.

Marc moved, going as fast as he could while trying to minimize the risk of discovery. Looking around to see if any others were around. Finding no one. Marc moved in.

‘No wait! I found him let me!’ Marc hesitated.

‘DO NOT LET THE WORM INTERFERE.’ Khonshu was suddenly in his head again.

A tap on the guys shoulder, head swiveling around. Mr. Knight chirps, “Alright mate?” All before socking him in the face with his baton.

His arms wave to keep his balance but he too falls back into the water with a splash. He can swim, he’ll be alright. Steven wastes no time bending down to pick up a piece of rock in confusion. Grey stone all over except where the breaks were, all iridescent and pretty. Steven had never seen anything like it.

“Opal?” He asks. “No whys this fellow tossin’ opal into the river?”

Turning the stone over revealed it was once part of someone’s arm. Steven knew enough about the decimation to know it wasn’t just stone. That was once a person. He almost bleeding went and dropped it. Making a disgusted noise as he stepped back away from the crime scene. “Ooooh bloody hell that’s a-”

‘Quick looking at it and run.’ Marc barked. Jostling Steven into a panicked blind run out of there, following the water’s edge. Hugging the stone arm tight to his chest. Gunfire kicked up water behind him and Steven yelled in panic.

“Alright! Alright! That’s it. I'm out. Take the body Marc - Take it- Take-”

[deadqueerboys]

Jake: I told Steven his ears flush when they lie.

Marc: Why?

Person A: Shh, watch! Hey Steven! Do you love us?

Steven, covering his ears: NO!

Marc: that is adorable.

Jake: I know!

the fact that is Jake who thinked abt that is so cute

[fuckingpajamas]

V𝖊𝖗𝖚𝖘 𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖈𝖚𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖖𝖚𝖆𝖒 𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖒. " 𝔸 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. "

From the twisted minds that brought you Homesick, we now present "Verus Amicus Est Tamquam Alter Idem." a Moon Knight story! This series takes place after the finale of Moon Knight, Season 1, encapsulating the journey of Marc Spector and Steven Grant as they navigate living together and discovering the darker secrets their system holds.

Chapter 1 Summary: 

“No, you’re not something I want to get rid of. I get some people have split personalities but.. I dunno, in the afterlife you had a heart there. If the afterlife acknowledges you’re real, then that seems pretty real to me.” Their mouth twitched in a small smile. “Never thought of that, I guess.” Their shoulders shrugged. “Maybe all the magic and the Konshu stuff did something. You know. Pinocchio or whatever. Made you a real boy.” “Maybe-"

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[l0caltiredgirl]

when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

[unfilteredaj]

The Blood Moon: Moon Knight

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Pairing: Marc Spector X Steven Grant

(A/N: This oneshot is FLUFF CENTRAL. You’ve been warned.)

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Synopsis: Khonsu has called The Moon Knight system to a special meeting on the night of a rare Blood Moon, and offers them a favor. A night split apart, in their own bodies.

…

“Bloody ‘ell. You can do that?” Steven asked, Khonsu’s offer shocking him to front.

“I can. But only for tonight.” Khonsu replied. “In the morning, you’ll all three be right back in one body like nothing ever happened. It’s Blood Moon Magic.”

After a long moment of deliberation, Marc took over.

“And you don’t require anything from Steven and I? Only Jake going on this…business outing with you?” Marc restated Khonsu’s offer.

“I swear, I require nothing. You’ve all been through so much, you deserve to each have your own bodies. Even if only until dawn.” Khonsu said earnestly. “And Lockley and I have some mutually beneficial business, yes. Nothing he won’t enjoy doing.”

“Ok. Split us up. But if this backfires We’ll never work with you again.”

In a flash of blinding light, One body became three.

Steven, Slightly shorter than the others, hands wringing nervously, Marc, looking confident as ever, and Jake, hands wrapped like a Boxer’s.

“Hermanos! Good to be able to do this!” Jake teased, wrapping his arms around the others.

He grinned, playfully messing Steven’s hair in a noogie.

“‘S good to see you too, Jake. Be good tonight.” Steven warned.

“Yeah, don’t do anything we wouldn’t do.” Marc added.

The three looked at each other for a moment, and laughed.

“I’m sure You two can occupy yourselves for the night. Have fun. You deserve it.” Khonsu said, waving Jake away.

“Duty calls. You gotta tell me all about your nights tomorrow” Jake said, fist bumping his alters and following the god.

Jake and Khonsu disappeared, leaving Marc and Steven alone.

“Gods…this is strange. I still haven’t gotten over the first time.” Steven muttered.

“This time, we can actually enjoy it. No repressed memories, no innocent lives in danger.” Marc continued awkwardly.

“Marc?” Steven said. “I understand if you have things you wanna do tonight. I’ll be fine….”

Marc grinned, throwing his arm around Steven, who’s eyes widened with hope.

“You kidding? There’s no one I’d rather spend my night with.” Marc felt proud seeing how Steven’s eyes sparkled. And with Layla off doing missions with Taweret, it was the truth.

Steven beamed.

“I dunno about you, Bruv, but I’m itching for a drink and a nice night in.”

“That sounds nice. We could make dinner and play cards. I think I still have that Uno deck from when Layla and Taweret demolished us last month.”

In truth, Marc really need a nice quiet night in.

…

A little while later, the pair were in Steven’s small kitchen/dining room, and Marc plated up two burgers.

“I still don’t see how you eat that vegan meat.” Marc teased Steven, bringing the plates to the table.

“It’s good for you. It’s made from plants.” Steven quipped back.

Steven poured two glasses of wine, and the pair sat down together for a meal for the first time.

….

After dinner, Marc and Steven sat on the sofa, just hanging out and talking.

Steven filled their glasses, well on his way to tipsy.

“…That Romanian guy stil owes me $20.” Steven grumbled.

“I am Dracula, I vant to steal your pocket change.” Marc snickered in a bad Dracula impression.

Steven giggled, almost spilling his drink. Maybe they were both getting a bit drunk.

“We’re absolutely smashed, mate. I can’t remember the last time I had a good laugh like this.” He chortled.

“I don’t know the last time I heard you laugh, Steven…” Marc said seriously. “I wish I could hear it more.”

“Ok, you’re definitely drunk, Marc.” Steven’s cheeks flushed.

“I’m serious. We’re always fighting crime, or on business somewhere. We should laugh more. Enjoy life more…�� Marc insisted.

“Then we will. Even when we’re back in one body, we should do this more often. At least once a month, just stay at home and enjoy ourselves.” Steven agreed. “But y’know what’s great about being split up?”

“Hmm?” Mark asked.

“I get to know you’re real. I can touch you.” Steven put a hand on Marc’s knee. “I can enjoy your company. When we were in The Duat, I was so terrified. In that dark sarcophagus, all alone… I thought I’d lost you. I thought I’d never hear your voice again, and then you found me and it’s like…”

“Like everything was right again.” Marc agreed.

Marc was arguably more sober than Steven, but he felt a little giddy that Steven truly enjoyed him being around.

“I mean, I love Jake to bits, and I feel awful for not letting him out too, but… something’s different with us. We’re a pair. Jake can work without either of us, but I felt so… complete when you found me in there.” Steven babbled. “Like everything that was wrong about me was made right, like I found something I never even knew I’d been missing.”

He shrugged matter of factly, draining his glass and putting it on the nightstand. Marc did the same before speaking up.

“Steven….. I… I know I’ve been harsh to you, and I pressured you at first, but I honestly don’t know what I would do without you. You are the glue that holds this system together. That holds me together…. You’re so good, and you keep going even if you have no idea where you’re going, or how to get there. You kept us alive in so many ways I couldn’t…”

Marc trailed off seeing Steven’s eyes going misty.

“You big softie. don’t go cryin’ on me, now, Grant.” Marc smiled, instinctively wiping the tear that threatened to fall from Steven’s eye.

Steven threw his arms around Marc’s neck in a tight hug, laughing off the emotional moment.

Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was how genuine and kind Steven was, but Marc realized in that moment, he was deeply, and terrifyingly in love with him.

“Steven…” Marc mumbled into his alter’s curly hair.

“Yeah?” Steven asked, pulling away.

Marc grew serious again, holding Steven’s face and looking him in the eyes.

“I love you. You don’t hear that nearly enough, but I do. When I gave you my heart in The Duat, that was for real. And no take backs, you’re stuck with it. You’re stuck with me.”

“I love you too, Marc…” Steven said, his words almost a whisper.

Before he could overthink it, Marc leaned in and kissed him. It was quick, but he put every ounce of himself into it, and Steven did the same.

“Blimey…” Steven muttered when they parted. “What are we going to do now? This is a huge change for us…”

Marc shrugged, lying back on their bed.

“We enjoy the rest of the night, together.”

Marc put an arm out, pulling Steven to lay next to him.

The pair lied with their hands entwined, and talked for hours, until sleep finally crept up on them.

They slept better than they had in years.