Pretty sure this is my first Moon Knight tickle fanfic. I love Marc/Steven and Layla though so I had to!!! They are the best ❤️
Warnings: none besides mild cursing and just that this is a tickling fic so if that makes you uncomfortable feel free not to read.
Summery: Layla finds out something about her dear husband.
“Is it difficult sharing a body with Steven?” Layla asked Marc when they were in his apartment. “Yeah sometimes. He can be a little difficult.” Marc replied with a sigh. “Hey! I am right here yknow…” Steven interjected from Marc’s consciousness. “You can hear him in your head?” Layla asked. “Oh yeah we talk a lot through my… our… head.”
“Is it hard to decide between you two, who should have control?” She asked.
“What’s with all the questions?” Marc asked with a slight chuckle. “Well… yknow… I’m just curious… I never even knew about Steven till now. There’s still a lot I don’t know about him and how it works between you. Like are there physical traits you share? Like pain tolerances and stuff?”
Marc thought about that, “Yeah I suppose we have about the same in that case. Wait.. you’re not threatening me are you?” He asked his wife suspiciously. Layla just laughed, “no of course not. Although….”
Marc raised and eyebrow and cautiously stepped back, “although?”
“Well from what Iearned about Steven, he’s super ticklish… and if you guys have similar traits…” Layla poked him in the belly, at which Marc flinched away while letting out an uncontrollable squeak.
“Aha!” Layla yelled in triumph. “Layla… please, don’t do this…” Marc began to back away. Layla then jumped on Marc, making him lose his balance and fall flat on his back. He then bursted into a fit of giggles when Layla began to scribble her nails into his sides. “How come I never knew till now that the Marc Spector is ticklish? Even before I knew about Steven.”
“Yohohohu nehehveher ahahsked!” Marc said through his giggling. Layla rolled her eyes, “don’t give me that bullshit! I know you’d have denied it.”
Marc would’ve retaliated, accept he then became lost in actual laughter when Layla began to dig into his armpits. Marc tried to stop her hands by clamping his arms firmly to his side, but it didn’t help.
“LAHahaHAyla! StohoOHOHP AHAHAHA!”
While he pleaded for her to stop, Layla went down only a little bit, digging into the ribs right below, causing him to explode in hysterical laughter. “NOHOHOHO!!!” He screamed out.
“Uh oh… someone is extremely ticklish here…” Layla teased as she honed in more on that hyper sensitive spot.
“S-STEHEHEVEHEN TAHAHAKE OHOHOHVEHER!!!” Marc cried desperately. “Nuh uh, not a chance mate,” Steven told him through the body’s consciousness, “Im not getting caught in that. You’re on your own.”
Layla just laughed at Marc’s desperate attempts to make the sensations stop. Though eventually she saw it was becoming too much for him so she did stop.
Marc panted heavily, trying hard to catch his breath. He felt like he just did an entire workout session. “You… are.. horrible…” he told Layla. “You love me.” She said, giving him a kiss. He grinned, “yeah…”
