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The tension! I could literally feel the tension when they were getting into the yelling match. The way you didnt even have to write it but you knew the whole time while cleaning the wound he was probably looking at you. All of it leading up to the pent up emotions. Loved it so much. The way you wrote this was absolutely amazing! But the ending with konshu I died!

An Avatar For An Avatar

Pairing: Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Marc are both Khonshu’s avatars.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: sexual tension 😏, an angry Marc 👀, mentions of blood from a wound, slight fingering, unprotected p in v

A/N: I’m obviously having writer zoomies because of Moon Knight 😬

MAIN MASTERLIST

“We agreed to wait it out, we had a fucking plan, Marc!”

Marc ignored your rants as he walked into the safe house, stopping in the middle of the living room to compose himself.

You grabbed his arm and harshly pulled him to turn to you, “You ruined everything! If you followed what we were supposed to do, we would have Ammit’s ushabti in our hands by now!”

Marc bitterly chuckled, “We were supposed to do? We? I never agreed to it, that was your plan! You should have left me alone to do the job but then you had to interfere! Now, the ushabti is with Harrow and god knows where they went!” He said, running a hand through his hair out of frustration.

You scoffed and pointed at yourself, “I interfered? Thank fuck I did because we would have died if I didn’t help you out in there!”

Marc grunted, “I don’t need your help. I never needed it and I never will.” He said as he towered over you.

You remained in your stance, unflinching despite the anger that was evident in Marc’s eyes. You matched his gaze, “The only reason I’m here is because you are useless.”

When Khonshu chose you to become his avatar, you thought that you finally found your purpose. Everything was smooth-sailing and you always succeeded in every mission he sent you out to embark on. But then you discovered you weren’t the only one.

Khonshu had chosen two avatars.

Marc’s jaw clenched as he looked down at you, obviously ticked by what you had said, his nostril flaring from each exhale. A smirk tugged at your lips, good that he was affected by it. He needed to be humbled anyways.

A low chuckle echoed in the air followed by Khonshu’s response.

She isn’t wrong, Marc.

You frowned and turned around to look at Khonshu who appeared at the doorway to one of the rooms, “You think this is funny? May I remind you that you’re just as fucking useless without the both of us.” You pointed at Khonshu.

Marc snickered, “I mean…she isn’t wrong, Khonshu.” He mocked.

You quickly turned to face Marc again, “I’m not done with you. I’m not done with the both of you.” You said and glanced at Khonshu.

“You only made me your avatar to clean up this idiot’s mess. And you never even told me about it!” You complained to Khonshu.

Marc interrupted and stepped in between you and Khonshu, “He never told me about you as well!”

“I was doing so well on my own!” You huffed out, clearly exhausted from the whole avatar situation, “I was good. Great, even. And then I found out about you and initially, I thought we’ll work things out. But your ego is so fucking huge it trapped me!” You said.

Marc shook his head, “I’m not the only one with a huge ego here.”

You have a bigger ego, Marc.

You groaned, “Stop interfering, Khonshu.” You warned.

“No, Marc. You’re not the only one and that’s the problem. Working with you is already such a difficult task but then you had to bring in Steven and that makes three of us.” You pointed out, placing your hands on your hips.

Marc rolled his eyes, walking away from you, “Yeah, thank you for pointing out the obvious.”

Are we done here?

“Yes, in fact, I am very done babysitting his ass.” You said, letting out a sharp exhale before gathering your things.

Marc merely snickered, “Of course you’d quit because if there’s someone who needs to be humbled down, it’s you. You’re fucking selfish, you’re a brat who can’t accept defeat. You always boss people around and you think you’re better than everyone but guess what? You’re just as useless because if it wasn’t for me fucking up, you wouldn’t be here.” He said.

Your blood boiled but even before you could spit out a rebuttal, Marc was quick to shut you up with another truth bomb.

“If you think that quitting would make you the bigger person, it won’t. It only proves that you’re a coward because you’re afraid of being accountable for your actions. You’re not as great as you think you are, you’re bound to make mistakes. But if you can’t be mature enough to accept that fact and actually work this out with me, then go.” Marc encouraged you.

“You’re a strong, independent woman, right? You’re so used to being alone, hell, you’re great at being alone so I’m sure it wouldn’t be a problem if you went your own way.”

You hated Marc even more now, not because he seemed to have the upper hand in the argument but because he was right. Everything he said about you was right.

When you found out about sharing the mantle with someone else, you were intimidated. Prior to becoming Khonshu’s avatar, you felt like you were behind everyone else and that you were useless. And when you were chosen, you finally felt like you were great at something.

Marc came back and all your plans and ideas were pushed aside, you tried to lead but Marc knew better. He always did and you hated it, so you compromised and acted tough. You tried to become a leader, tried to assert authority but the more you did, the more you were prone to slipping up.

It wasn’t Marc’s entire fault that the mission failed, he was clear when he said that your plan was suicide. You didn’t listen and in an attempt to prove him wrong, you interfered and well, the ushabti fell at the wrong hands.

“I’m not a coward.” Your voice was soft, a contrast to how hard you were clenching your fists.

Marc scoffed, “You are.” He stated with a smug smirk on his face.

“What are you still doing here? I thought you were done with this life? Go. Nobody cares, not even Khonshu.” He said, motioning towards the empty doorway where the god used to be.

Fucking Khonshu really left in the middle of an argument.

“You’re an ass.” You said, “I’m not a coward, Marc. I’m not.” You pressed.

“What? Can’t leave? Let me guess, because you’re lonely? You don’t have anyone to go back to—“

“Shut up!” You screamed and charged towards Marc, pushing him on his chest hard.

Marc hissed in pain, folding down while wrapping an arm around his abdomen. You rolled your eyes at his reaction, thinking that he might be making fun of the way you pushed him. However, you noticed the blood seeping through the fabric of Marc’s shirt.

You rushed over to him worriedly, helping him straighten up. He removed the arm around his abdomen and you gasped at the amount of blood soaking his hand.

“Take off your shirt and let me see.” You demanded.

Marc was pale, as if all his blood were drained out of his body. Despite the visible pain on his face, he managed to let out a scoff, “Trying to get me naked?” He breathed out.

You ignored his playful remark and helped him sit on the sofa. Marc grunted again as he buttoned his shirt all the way down, opening it up and revealing a long gash right across his abdomen.

“Shit, they got to you.” You mumbled before glancing up at Marc and seeing him slowly become aware of the gravity of the wound.

“I told you to keep the ceremonial suit on the entire time.” You reprimanded, “Stay there.” You huffed and quickly went to get the first aid kit.

When you returned, Marc was already laying on the couch shirtless. His entire body was glistening with sweat, his lips bluish in color and eyes sunken.

You quickly sat next to him and looked at the wound closely, “Seems like a serrated blade, not deep enough to need stitches though.” You said and brought out a bunch of cotton before wiping the blood off of his skin.

You took another clean cotton and poured an antiseptic on it, looking up at Marc to warn him, “This is gonna sting.”

Marc chuckled, “You don’t say.” He gruffly replied.

Annoyed at his sarcasm, you pressed down the cotton with no prior warning. Marc almost sat up from the stinging pain that enveloped his entire body. He hissed and grabbed at your arm tightly as he gritted his teeth.

“Not so tough now, aren’t we?” You quipped, ignoring how Marc was gripping your arm as he struggled to stay still.

You didn’t give him time to breathe and continued to clean his wound, almost smirking in satisfaction from seeing him like this.

“Give me a break, will you?” Marc groaned, his chest heaving as he took in deep and quick breaths.

Finally, you felt some pity and slowed down as you continued to patch him up. You gave him a heads up that you’ll be applying some ointment next and that it probably won’t hurt as much as before.

Your eyes were fixated on his wound as you worked on it, however, you couldn’t stop yourself from observing how his abdomen was contracting every once in a while, emphasizing his muscles.

You swallowed and ignored the heat creeping up from your neck to your cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” Marc mumbled softly.

Surprised at his apology, you looked up at him and felt a dash of relief when you noticed how his skin was gaining back some color.

“For what?” You said, feigning cluelessness.

You straightened up and gathered some gauze and medical tape, “I need to bandage you. Can you sit up a bit?” You asked.

Too focused on fixing the bandages, you didn’t notice that Marc had sat up straight, slightly leaning back on his palms for support. You lifted your head up and almost gasped at the close proximity of his face with yours.

“I didn’t mean to say those words.” Marc whispered.

You kept your head low and ignored how your heart began pounding against your chest when you felt Marc’s nose slightly brush against your forehead.

“You were right though.” You admitted, leaning closer to Marc as you started wrapping his torso with the bandage.

“Being an avatar made me feel like I was finally good at something. I was scared of being a nobody again when you came back. I should be the one apologizing. We both have our own battles to fight, I should’ve kept that in mind. I’m sorry.” You softly explained, continuing with the bandage.

Marc took in a sharp breath and let out a soft groan when you slightly tightened the bandages around his waist, “Sorry, is it too tight?” You asked.

You looked up at Marc and was met with his beautiful dark eyes. He shook his head, maintaining eye contact while slightly inching towards you until you could feel his breath fanning against your face.

“No, I’m good.” He responded.

You nodded and pursed your lips as you finished up, securing the bandage on his waist. Unconsciously, you rested your hand on top of Marc’s chest. His heart was pounding fast, almost at the same rate as yours.

“Thank you.” Marc said as he reached for your hand on his chest, holding your wrist gently.

You took in a deep breath before meeting his gaze again. It was quiet for a couple of seconds, the anger and worry now gone and replaced by something else.

Something stronger, something that’s always been there between you and Marc but never was acknowledged.

It was when you saw Marc’s eyes drop down to your lips that the invisible tension broke. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into a passionate kiss that made you moan into his mouth.

You gripped his thighs tightly as you kissed him back, parting your mouth to accommodate his tongue. Marc’s hand on your neck slid down to cup your breast through your clothing, squeezing it while his other hand began to work on your pants.

Marc forgot about his wound and moved too roughly, making him hiss and cry out in pain. You pulled away from the kiss and worriedly checked his wound.

“I don’t think now’s the right time for this.” You lightly chuckled.

Marc merely smiled before leaning in for another kiss, his hand continuing to open up your pants but now slower and even more careful than before.

He licked your lower lip before nudging the tip of your nose with his, “Let me taste you.” He whispered, licking his fingers before slipping his hand inside your underwear without breaking eye contact.

Your eyelids fluttered at the first sensation of Marc’s fingers against your folds. Hips slightly lifting up from the couch, you let out a soft moan as Marc continued to rub your aching cunt.

He removed his hand and sucked on his fingers, closing his eyes as he hummed at your taste. Marc kissed you again and removed your top, followed by your pants until you were left in just your underwear.

“You’re gonna fuck up your wound.” You said as Marc guided you to straddle his hips before he laid down on the couch.

Marc gripped your neck and slowly pulled you down to him, pressing your forehead against his, “Then you can patch me up and we can do this all over again.” He said with a cheeky grin, reaching behind you to pull his cock out of the confines of his pants.

You kissed him again and breathed out when you felt Marc tease your pussy with his hard cock, rubbing the tip up and down your slit. He left you quite breathless as he continued to tease you, sliding in just the tip enough to gather more wetness before spreading it along your folds again.

“Marc, please…” you pleaded, your need to get filled up growing stronger and stronger.

“It’s okay, I got you.” He said into your mouth before finally sliding his cock in, slowly but surely.

You let out a shaky breath as you started moving, keeping your pace slow, making sure that Marc wouldn’t exert any force that would affect his wound.

Marc kept his hands on your hips, sliding lower to cup your ass as you rode his cock gently. No matter how much he wanted to thrust into you faster, he couldn’t due to his situation.

He allowed you to take full control, letting you move at your own speed while pressing kisses all over your face and neck.

Your breaths mingled, your sweat dripping all over Marc from the humidity. Marc kissed your chin and looked at you, his mouth agape as he let out grunt after grunt.

“God, fuck. You feel so good…” he said.

You whined and nuzzled your face into the crook of his shoulder, licking the sweat on his skin. Even with the slow, steady pace of Marc’s cocking sliding in and out of your pussy, you could feel the onset of a powerful release.

Both your arms and thighs were burning from keeping your full weight from laying on Marc but you kept on moving your hips, holding back from going faster.

“Go on, ride me faster.” He said against your lips.

“Your wound—“

“Trust me, I’ll be fine.” He said confidently, slightly thrusting into you to urge you.

That one particular thrust hit your sweet spot and broke all your inhibitions, making your bounce on Marc’s harder and faster until your toes curled from the pleasure.

Marc squeezed your ass before spreading your cheeks wider, letting your cunt feel the stretch of his dick even more. You panted against his mouth and lifted your body up, planting your hands on his chest as leverage.

Marc’s breathy groans helped you reach your peak, pushing you over the edge until you came with a shaky moan. Your entire body continued to buzz with pleasure as you continued to ride him until he choked on his words, spilling his release inside of your cunt.

You bent forward and opened your eyes, seeing Marc look up at you with a satisfied smile. Leaning forward, you gave him one last kiss before carefully getting off, slightly whimpering at the way his softening cock slipped out of your pussy, leaving you feeling empty.

The both of you quickly dressed up and after checking on Marc’s wound to see that it didn’t bleed nor worsened, you heaved out a sigh of relief.

A comfortable silence followed while the both of you settled down. You started organizing the first aid kit while Marc stayed on the couch and watched you move around with a silly smile on his face.

A familiar hum resounded in the place, followed by someone clearing his throat. Khonshu was back.

Can we now plan on how to get Ammit’s ushabti back or am I interrupting?

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