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yourftmfriend · 2 years
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Imagine having professor Steven as your boyfriend
Making him sit in your lap and teasing him while he tries to lecture you
“This is the part I didn’t really understand professor~~ Can you explain it to me?~”
“Hmmnn~ Y-You need t-to~ HMNnnnH~~ ”
“What? I can’t really understand you prof~”
“Hnnn~ Y/N please…~ I’m t-tryingg-”
Tease him
Randomly slap his ass while he’s talking to a student or another teacher
Poor baby would be so flustered~
Imagine fucking him hard before the night from his lecture
Giving him hickeys and all
What if he forgets to cover them up and one of his students asks about it
He’d get so red and surprised
“Uh.. Haha.. F-Funny story.. I hit my neck s-somewhere this morning.. Haha..”
“But Sir.. How could you hit your neck so many times at o-”
“H-HOW ABOUT we just stop t-talking for a while and I continue my lecture hm?”
He’s so embarrassed after class knowing you were in there too
He couldn’t look you in the eyes for a few days
Fuck him in the janitor’s closet where everyone can hear his moans
He’d try to hard to cover his sweet whimpers and moans but still fails
What a cutie am I right?
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neuvilletteswife · 2 years
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Imagine
Steven is wearing this lingerie for you. He blushes when you look at him and he obeys everything you want him to do like a good boy. 🤤
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syrma-sensei · 2 years
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Steven always appreciates those quiet moments after he and Marc have sex; lying naked on bed, him nuzzling into Marc's shoulder as the latter wraps a strong arm around his waist and plants soft and languid kisses on the crown of his head. Steven swoons at the gesture; it's quite rare when Marc shows those signs of affections. No, Marc always lavishes him with sentiments, especially during passion throes, he always seeks Steven's pleasure before his, always takes care of him, pampering him when they're intimate. But Steven wishes, only wishes, to not feel the wall Marc normally puts. He doesn't feel its existence when they have sex, but it always comes back when they're done, and it bothers Steven.
Tonight though, Steven's head is on the pillow, instead of his smooched cheek against Marc's skin, his eyes never leaving the other's face whose eyes are staring up at the ceiling.
Steven doesn't utter a word, because he knows better that, sometimes, Marc needs some time clearing his head, to be left alone yet Steven is by his side. He told him that before; he finds tranquility in Steven's present at his side in a silent night.
Steven grabs Marc's hand and plays with it, circling his palm with his fingertip, and curling his fingers. Marc doesn't comment, and doesn't give any signal of irritation as well, so Steven continues.
Marc doesn't shift till he feels Steven's delicate lips pressing to the back of his hand; he turns his head, Steven carries on and kisses each of Marc's fingertips.
Steven startles when he senses Marc's gaze on him.
“Sorry, got carried away,” He draws his hands away timidly.
Marc raises an eyebrow, and shifts to the side, resting his head on his hand. Steven gazes dumbly at him, he begins to sweat as Marc keeps looking at him vaguely. Has he done something wrong?
Then, Steven shivers. He shudders as Marc's rough fingers trace his face, thumb brushing lightly on Steven's lips. Marc's touch is so soft, so loving; Steven feels overwhelmed, and can't fight the urge of it, he kisses the pad of Marc's thumb.
Marc's face softens, feeling something tightening in his chest. Fuck, why does it feel so good? Steven's lips grazing his calloused fingers, and his eyes looking at him in a mix of awe and adoration and anticipation.
“Sorry, did it again—”
“Did I say I didn't like it?” Marc arches a playful brow.
“Yeah — I mean no.”
Marc's lips strech in a smile, why the hell is Steven so cute? How can he be hesitant yet too much adorable?
Marc tips Steven's chin with his thumb and forefinger, commenting firmly, “Then stop saying sorry, baby,”
Steven feels heat smearing his ears and cheeks red, his heart pacing up. He still doesn't understand why his body reacts in such manner when Marc acts this way. They've been together and in love for a while now. They've made love and fucked a lot, and it means a lot; since they were given separated bodies and got together, Marc has an insatiable appetite for Steven. He has claimed him in every way possible, has explored and pleasured him till Steven cried and begged him to never stop, shameless and greedy. Yet, here he is getting confused and shy at those simple gestures.
“S-So you liked it?” Steven asks gingerly, eyes never leaving Marc's.
“Yes,”
Steven's heart hammer against his ear.
“Can I keep doing it?”
“Yes,”
Another pound against his ear.
Steven looks at Marc's hand and grasps it, but the latter twists the former's wrist a bit and presses a lingering kiss on the back of Steve's hand.
“I love you,”
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bluecurses · 1 year
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a moon knight smut fic
@shakieshakey held me at gunpoint and made me write moon knight fanfiction
if there are words in this you don't get, don't worry, i didn't get them either
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miguel-owhora · 10 days
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hngfhf thinking about steven sucking your dick 😵‍💫 he'd be so flustered and shy, but my god does he have a mouth on him. slowly wiggling his hips, side to side, his pussy leaking inside his pants as he mouths away at your balls. they're heavy and firm, and his mouth waters at the musk. letting his spit dribble down your length as he presses kisses to your balls, his hand wrapped around your cock and slowly jerking it off.
maybe he'll even make eye contact as he licks a flat stripe up your length, lick away at an angry vein and wrap his mouth around your cockhead. he'll look away after that, suddenly embarrassed and aware of what he's doing—until you reach down and card your fingers through his hair. curl them and gently scratch at his scalp, mutter a "good boy" underneath your breath and fuck, it has steven squeezing his thighs and slip into subspace.
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gay-jewish-bucky · 7 months
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moondoposting · 1 year
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steven screenshot from @panicc-attacc
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Half of my Moon Knight sketch page; practicing more full-body dynamic poses with Marc and Steven
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scoopdi-woop · 11 months
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Arthur and Steven having some interesting interactions part 1
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yourftmfriend · 2 years
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LITERALLY WHAT I WAS THINKING FOR STEVEN. just had a feeling that he would like riding readers face and he would love it and who knows maybe a little cock warming after he rides Dom reader. Also do you for known anons?
AWWHHH he’d be so cute cock warming you
He wants to move so much but he also wants to be your good boy
He was blushing and hiding his face out of embarassement
“What’s wrong baby?”
“…”
“Will you be a good boy for me and tell me what’s wrong?”
“C-Can I move..?”
“Hm?? Didn’t you just cum baby??”
“Yes but…”
You gripped his hips and went to whisper to his ear;
“Whatever my prince wants~”
And started moving him on your cock, making Steven let out cute little gasps and moans
“Ahn~..”
You gripped his wrists just as he was about to cover his mouth
“What have I told you baby- hah I don’t want you to hide your voice from me~”
You started kissing his neck gently, occasionally giving him hickeys on his most sensitive spots
Just hearing his moans made you hornier
You continued slamming in him harder than before, while you started rubbing his clit and playing with his nipples
“C-CummInGG~~”
You leaned in and whispered to his ear;
“Cum f’ me baby ok? Be a good- haahh boy and cream all over my cock~”
Your words were the thing sending him off the edge
He squirted
He squirted all over your thighs and cock
When he finished his legs were trembling as you came in him
“Such a good boy Steven”
You said as you slowly and carefully got him off your cock
Laying him on your shared bed, you went to get a towel while Steven tried catching his breath
“Holy fucking shit..”
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letmewritemylife · 2 years
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No the moon knight chaos is not over yet you can't stop me and my shitposting
Just imagine Jake being all "lol you guys are such huge simps, get your shit together" about Marc and Steven and then he meets Layla and his brain scrambles and he goes "oh shit oh fuck, I get it now"
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neuvilletteswife · 2 years
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I love to torture sweet Steven Grant's cock so much. 😈 💕
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shockedemojiatsv · 1 month
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Fucking Marc Spector for being a little bitch and cums so good he passes out ending up with Jake fronting and absolutely rocking our shit
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runa-falls · 10 months
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he smells like flowers
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pairing: steven grant x reader
rating: explicit (18+)
warnings: there is some suggestive content at the bottom so -- edit: nvm it's straight smut down there mb -- est. relationship
a/n: -> this started as a 200 word idea then i couldn't stop whoops [1.4k]
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steven smells cute -- pretty, even.
he's always had a gentle sweet scent that further softens everything delicate about himself.
at first you thought he was rummaging in your perfume collection, spritzing some Daisy on his neck before cuddling up to you, but even after a week long mission, he still smells like that mellow mix of tender flower petals and syrupy nectar. ambrosia that glides thick on your tongue and begs you to swallow him down.
if you didn't know any better, you'd think he has a special sex pheromone or something.
it's a scent unique to him, one that you'll never find in any bath and body works or even a high-end designer store -- you've tried and they don't even come close. you swear if you could bottle it up, it would be sold out in a matter of seconds.
he used to get insecure about his naturally 'feminine' aroma because his brothers [alters] have more intensely masculine scents of spice and salt. the type of musk that's conventionally attractive to the opposite sex [or other men].
but you love it. in fact you crave it.
you often find yourself nuzzling into his chest and breathing him in, randomly climbing onto his lap or draping yourself over his shrouded figure just to get him to hold you close. he doesn't mind it, enjoying your closeness and gentle touch, almost proud of how your body yearns for him.
since steven, marc, and jake all share the same body, you assumed they'd be alike in terms of how they look, feel, and smell. it didn't take long for you to figure out that they're actually very different in various ways.
steven is soft, always standing in a way that makes him smaller than he actually is, like he's trying to take up as little space as possible. his eyebrows are either constantly high up on his forehead in wonderment and excitement or low in worry or confusion, brushing along the long lashes of his tired round eyes.
you smooth over the tense lines of his brows as he shifts in a fitful sleep. even when he's unconscious, he's worried, always on his toes, ready to strike at any moment. his expression softens after a while and he instinctively leans into your touch.
he always has tired eyes bags under his deep brown gaze, even when he gets in 12 hours of sleep. and it's just him. when marc and jake front, they look awake and ready to fight, but steven always looks like he could use a nap or a hug.
he has a habit of chewing on his bottom lip when he's nervous, excited, or generally overstimulated, sucking it raw until you tug it out from under his teeth and help him lick the wounds.
sometimes you think he does it on purpose -- wanting to feeling you grace his lips with yours -- other times you worry that if you weren't there he'd do some real damage to himself without even knowing it.
he wears loose clothes, preferring fabric to drape over him rather than cling to his strong build and often stocks his wardrobe with outfits that are one or two sizes too large [marc and jake complain about it, but they still wear the clothes].
the sleeves of his clothes are tugged and stretched out because he likes the feeling of having something to hold on to, it grounds him. it comforts him when you aren't around.
it's adorable to see his large hands engulfed in soft sweaters as he sips on his tea and flips through a book, glasses resting precariously on the bridge of his nose. he sits next to you on his worn couch holding your hand in his lap as he reads, always needing to feel a part of you whenever you're near. you lean against his arm, content to just breathe in the moment of being with him.
his hair fluffs up more than you thought was possible, sticking every which way when he wakes up or lets it naturally dry after a shower. he never puts any gels or creams to help tame his curls unlike his brothers who religiously use mousse or a hat to keep it down.
he loves it when you play with his hair, threading your fingers through the soft fluff before tugging delicately on the ends to keep him awake as he strat to drift from your touch. shivers run up his spine as you softly scratch his scalp and he can't help but snuggle further into your lap.
steven is the epitome of tender comfort, soft and sweet. but he's also addictively delicious in other ways. [cw: suggestive scene]
if you thought steven smells good, he tastes even better. his lips are plump and glossy with the flavor of ripe red cherries. his tongue drips with succulent honey that spreads and soaks feverishly into yours. you drink it in eagerly, tongues mingling and teeth gnashing as his body shutters and bucks under you.
it's even on his skin...
he whimpers when you lave your tongue against a soft spot of his neck, hungrily trying to get a taste of the sweet man under you. his hands that grip at your waist pull you in closer as he lets you nip love bites along his skin, loving how you mark him as yours.
you groan against his slick heated skin -- he tastes like a box of heart shaped chocolates: saccharine, rich, and indulgent. you've never had a sweet-tooth, but steven is a dessert you could eat any day.
it could be argued that the sounds he makes are just as alluring as his taste.
steven is quite predictable: he whines when he wants more, unable to properly voice his desires with how heavily he's saturated with need and lust. it's quite high pitched and desperate, a sound you love to draw out as you tease him with soft kisses and faint touches.
he whimpers when he's getting close or is struggling to comprehend the intense sensations his body is experiencing. this sound is usually accompanied with a tremble body and sparkling lust-blurred eyes. a state in which you could do anything you want to him.
he groans when he finally reaches the end. it deep and guttural, something you never expected from the gentle lightness of steven. this sound could push you off the edge without him even touching you. it's like the euphoric explosion inside of him can translate through the air into you, filling your body with second-hand ecstasy and liquified hunger.
[NSFW]
your sweet steven shudders as you dip down in front of him, hand in your hair to keep it out of your face. dark eyes watch as you clean him up, soft tongue flicking against the mess he made on his stomach.
he hopes you don't notice how he twitches in response to your kitten licks as you shift closer to his center, it's embarrassing how desperate he is, even when it's barely been five minutes after his orgasm.
you hum as you swallow down his essence, licking your lips in satisfaction before you sit back up. steven lovingly swipes a thumb over your moist mouth, cleaning you up a bit, but before he could pull away you capture his thumb in your mouth, suckling gently over him.
his eyes darken ever so slightly as he presses against your tongue, pushing against the silky muscle. he catches himself, shaking out of the trance you put him under and pulls away. you can't help but frown when he does.
your voice is a mere whisper, "you're so tasty, steven."
he looks puzzled and slightly bashful, "i am...?"
"mhm...here taste."
you lean in and press your lips over his before easily slipping your tongue into his mouth. he pours himself into the kiss, moaning lightly as his tastes himself mingled with your own flavor. he licks boldly into your mouth, basking in the consuming hunger that radiates off of you as you zealously pull him closer.
he leans back for a breath though he's still close enough that his lips brush against yours. steven is flushed and in a daze. his voice so quiet that he essentially sighs it against you, "i-i'm pretty sure that taste is all you, sweetheart."
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scarletttries · 9 months
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NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)
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Steven Grant + Recording: (prompt list here)
(Part Two Here!!)
- When Steven Grant bought a little camcorder and stand a few years ago, he had very innocent reasons in mind. Yes, the stand was set up so the camera pointed straight at his bed, but it was to capture exactly why we woke up so exhausted from a night of tossing and turning alone, not for anything more fun than that.
- Naturally anytime you were coming over, he'd carefully stash the device away, not wanting to creep you out or do anything to risk making the most important person in his life uncomfortable. He knows just how lucky he is to be the man that gets to worship your body, and even though he'd die for the chance to relive every one of your intimate encounters, he thinks it's way too weird of a question to ask.
- That is until one night you surprise him at home, on your way back from a girl's night and missing your sweet, nerdy boyfriend. He's over the moon when he opens the door to your bright, smiling face, quickly surrendering to your hypnotic kiss as you lead him to the bed he was all but ready to settle into for the night alone.
- Your hands are pushing his shirt off his shoulders, while his hands slide up your dress, clawing at your thighs until they spread enough for him to fit between them, when you first notice the blinking red light.
"Steven, gorgeous, how long have you had a camera in your bedroom?" Instantly he's mortified, apologising and tripping over his own feet as he launches off the bed, practically crawling across his bedroom floor to turn off the device,
"I'm so sorry love, I didn't realise you were coming, and it's to help with my sleep walking, and I swear I always put it away whenever you're here, I'd never violate your privacy like that." He's struggling to take in breaths as each sentence catches in his throat, tears prickling the corners of his eyes as he watches you pull down your skirt and hop off the edge of his bed, picking him up off the floor and bringing your hands to softly cup his face.
"It's okay, I believe you. I trust you Steven, I was just surprised is all." Your gentle words slow his heart back to a steady pace, the tender press of your lips to his enough to reassure him that this isn't the breaking point he always assumes is right around the corner. Each kiss is quickly followed by another, Steven completely entranced by you, enough so that he doesn't notice as you press the record button again, throwing the camera a showy wink as you lead him back to bed again.
- It's not until a few days later, texting Steven from a hotel during a weekend away that you let him know about your little tape. He's desperately fighting the urge to plead over text for you to come home early, settling for telling you just how terribly he misses you, three little words hanging on the tip of his tongue, not quite bold enough to let them loose yet. You echo his longing sentiment, telling him just how much you miss the feel of his hands on your skin, his touch on every part of you, and tell him maybe he should check his camera before he takes himself to bed.
- He's sceptical as he takes his camcorder off his stand, flipping the little screen to face him and scrolling through the hours of footage until he recognises the night he last had you over. He has to cover his eyes with embarrassment as he watches himself tumble out of bed to stop the recording, but his eyes dart wide open when he watches you turn it straight back on, the playful look in your eye immediately flushing all his blood down his body.
- He realises he's holding his breath in his attempt to hear every single sound you make as the two of you step across the screen and climb back on to the bed he's now propped up in alone. He knows it was your decision, but he still feels voyeuristic and dirty as he watches your dress slide down your body on the screen, his free hand slipping into his pyjama bottoms as his on screen counterpart slides his hands over your chest, earning a happy moan that has him hardening at the first touch.
- His mouth hangs open and he watches intently as he settles between your legs, turning up the volume as high as he can as you start to pant and moan at the feel of his tongue exploring your centre. His hand has picked up its pace now, chest heaving as he watches your back arch off the bed, nipples hard in the cold night air.
- He almost loses it the first time he notices you smile right into the camera as you moan out his name, a private performance just for him that makes his heart throb almost as hard as the manhood he's now furiously rubbing. He can feel him cross the point of no return as he watched himself plunge deep inside you, your legs wrapping tightly around his hips leaving no room between your two bodies, his lips desperately chasing yours. His screen self lasts longer than lonely Steven does, spilling across the empty bed as you let out the needy high pitched whine you do every time he pulls out of you to change positions. He sits there, dick pulsing in his hand as he watches your ass bounce as he slams his hips against yours, finally both spent and collapsing alongside you.
- Feeling utterly beat he almost puts the camera away, until he notices you creep out of the bed towards the bathroom, stopping in front of the focused lens to mouth three little words to him before stopping the video. If the sensitive soul hadn't already been in bed, he would have immediately collapsed to the floor. Frantically he picks his phone back up, impatiently waiting through the rings until he can finally tell you that he loves you too.
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gay-jewish-bucky · 2 years
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