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prismuffin · 1 month

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A/n: Sorry this is a bit specific- I wanted to write smth for myself that I personally relate to and am dealing with. Made the reader gn so anyone at all can read this if they also relate!

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Steven Grant x asexual(spectrum)!gn!reader

( summary: Steven and you had been together for a few months and he always wondered why you often pulled away from him whenever he tried to get explicitly touchy with you during intimate moments so he decides to ask ) warnings?: angst, pre-established relationship, talks of sex (no actual sex), reader is specifically portrayed to be both placiosexual (meaning they have no problem sexually pleasuring their partner but don't want their partner pleasing them) and cupiosexual ( meaning that the person often wants to experience a sexual relationship but can't for whatever reason) , reader being confronted about their sexual orientation, reader not being completely ok with their sexual orientation! !-!more under the cut!-!

You and Steven had been together for a few months now and everything had been perfect. You knew about Marc, accepted his flaws and quirks, were kind and loving, you were everything he'd needed.

Not too long ago he'd decided to ask you to get a little more intimate, it was clear that you were previously waiting on him to be ready which he appreciated. When the night finally came where you two were intimate it was a bit more one-sided than Steven had thought. It's not like he wasn't satisfied or anything, quite the opposite actually. You'd focused all your attention on him, making him feel good and completely disregarding your own satisfaction. He at first thought it was because it was your first time but now after being intimate with you for a while he realizes how uncomfortable you get with him when he tries to reciprocate any sort of intimate action towards you. Sure things like little love-bites are accepted by you but anything past that you shut down for the most part. It's gotten to a point where he wonders if its just him that you don't want to be intimate with, but the way you treat him, please him contradicts that entirely. So as you sat on the couch in your newly shared apartment he couldn't help but wanna ask.

"Y/n...?"

You hummed as you turned away from the random cooking show that played on the TV to focus on Steven. "Yeah?" You watched Stevens eyes fill with hesitancy as he looked at you. "Uhh, I just- I have a bit of a question.." He stated, speaking a bit quieter as he eyed you cautiously. You nodded, grabbing the remote and turning down the TV. This was obviously important if he's acting this nervous so you decided to give him your full attention. "What's up? Is something wrong?" You turned a bit so that you'd be facing him fully. "Not really, I've just been wondering about something for a while," He fidgeted with his hands before continuing. "I mean, we've been intimate for some time and I love it, I really do, but how come you never really let me..." He trailed off, gesturing between you and him a bit. "Let you...?" You questioned, you had a hunch where this was going but thought it'd be better if he clarified before you jumped to conclusions. "Let me touch you..." Your heart dropped a bit at the question, yup it was what you thought. You suppose that this was gonna come up sooner or later.

You usually only performed oral or manual sex on Steven, never really fully going all the way for your own comfort but you guess it can seem a bit weird after a while to perform only those things. "I...uh..." You hesitated, unsure of just how to go about answering this. You knew you were on the ace spectrum, placiosexual to be specific, but still there was something inside you yearning for a sexual relationship and though you technically have one you want to really feel it. But the thought of letting that happen sickens you. It's been an ongoing battle in your mind for years, you hope you'll eventually "grow out of it" but you haven't had many opportunities to try, anytime you do something in your mind just shuts the whole thing down. "I-I'm sorry, that was insensitive of me- it's ok you don't have to answer-" Steven stuttered out but you were quick to dismiss his worries. "It's fine, it just caught me a bit off guard ya know?" You chuckled dryly, nervously as you swallowed thickly and sighed. "It's uhhh, I'm sorry I'm just a bit...asexual..." Stevens eyes widened at the confession as he inhaled sharply. "Oh bloody hell- I didn't like make you do those things right?"

"No- Steven it's fine I was fine with all of that I swear." You smiled though your eyes held a bit of sadness to them.

"Are you sure? Don't asexuals not like to perform sexual acts like that?" He asked and you nodded. "Some don't sure, but asexuality is a spectrum Steven, I'm not completely uncomfortable with the idea of sex its just uhh it's a bit hard for me to receive any sexual favors." He nodded slowly as he took in your words, not entirely sure on how to respond. "So, how much are you comfortable with?" You hummed at the question, for some reason it made you want to cry though you bit back the thought before anything could show. "Well I'm Placiosexual, which means I'm completely fine with doing sexual acts on my partner, you." He smiled, grabbing your hand as you continued. "But when it comes to receiving those same acts from others I get a bit uncomfortable.." You looked down and he nodded, moving his head lower to catch your eye again. "What's wrong?" "It's nothing I-" "I accept you ya know? This isn't gonna change anything between us I swear." You were silent for a few seconds after that, you'd expect nothing less from Steven but that wasn't entirely the problem. "I know that." "Then what is it?" He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb and you sighed, not being able to hold yourself back from tearing up a bit. "I just- Sometimes I really envy you." "Envy me?" "Yeah, you can just be ok with stuff that makes me extremely uncomfortable at times." You paused, trying to decide how you wanted to word this to get your point across. "I don't want to be this way all the time, I want to feel comfortable in those moments, to connect with someone like that but I just can't and I've always hated myself for it." You couldn't help the tear that escaped your eye, deciding to just let it fall. "I just wish I was...normal,"

"You are normal." Steven was quick to shut down your negative thoughts.

Looking at him directly you were shocked to see him tearing up a bit. "Steven..." "You're completely normal Y/n, nothings wrong with you, you just have a harder time getting comfortable with those things and that's ok, everyone's different love," "But I don't want to be different!" You choked out, more tears streaming down your face at the confession and he paused. Moving closer to you, he grabbed your face in his hands using his thumbs to wipe your tears as you shut your eyes. Leaning in he softly placed a kiss to your nose before sighing. "Who you are is completely okay love, and if you really want to we can try and take things slow for you alright? But you can't be mad at yourself for feeling the way you feel about something as futile as this." You sniffled, slowly opening your eyes though not looking at him directly. "What you do for me is enough already, I don't need to have sex with you to love you." That seemed to really hit you as you started crying again, moving to hug Steven. He stroked your back as you cried, whispering comforting words to calm your ragged breathing as you held back sobs. "I just don't wanna feel this way forever." You mumbled and Steven hummed, pulling back from the hug to look at you. You tried to wipe your tears but Steven had beat you to it. The small amount of affection making you smile briefly before you sighed. "Like I said before if you really want to try and change it we can take it slow," "I-I don't really know, I mean I want to try but I don't because I know I'll just feel disappointed." Steven offered you a smile as he continued to caress your face, ready to wipe away any stray tears that still fell. "Then we won't. Not unless you're 100% sure you want to try. And even if that day never comes it'll be alright." You were quiet as you took in his words.

Part of you hoped that one day randomly you'd just start to feel ok with it all but you know that's most likely never going to happen. But with Stevens words on your mind you feel a little less bad for feeling this way. Maybe you're not some weirdo after all, maybe you are just a normal person. Even if you never change the way you feel, Steven will still love you and at the end of the day isn't that all you really need?

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( This was once again quite personal to me so I'm sorry that it's like so specific but I needed some comfort so I decided to make my own comfort fic LMFAO )

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sea-jello · 2 years

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steven being in a literal life or death situation and still pointing out the goat to his actual fucking kidnapper is very funny actually

#i just finished moon knight today #banger show #moon knight #steven grant #moon knight steven #idk what to tag lol #marvel

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kairiscorner · 7 months

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˗ˏˋ ✮ kairi's AUtober !

day 6: a stranger as your muse; steven grant

he had... such lonely eyes; such lonely eyes, that also appeared loving–lovely, lovely eyes.

the skritching of your pencil's lead against the crisp paper whispered into the air, being overcome by the sounds of the dings, beeps, shuffling of feet in the station as you awaited for your train.you didn't know why the universe brought to you the right stroke of inspiration to get back into the world of art after days of your imagination being as dry as a desert–but you didn't dare let go of the opportunity to release your creative frustration out onto your sketchbook.

the man appeared to be middle aged, about almost the same age as you, you thought. he had dark curly hair, almost like a cloud, you thought; 'did he always have his head in the clouds?' you wondered as you traced out the contours of his head. he had a chiseled face, and a creeping 5 o'clock shadow up his chin and cheeks; a well-groomed man he was, but he looked... tired.

there were dark circles under his big dark brown eyes, and he kept rubbing at them; what a poor fellow, you pitied him for whatever circumstances he had that wouldn't allow him to sleep right at night, though you didn't want to assume anything–you were a mere bystander, you thought as you continued sketching and shading out his figure.

as you put on the finishing touches to the bust sketch you drew of him... you heard a slight murmur from your side.

"oh, what a handsome lad, he's got big bags under his eyes, though..."

it was the man himself whom you drew.

you turned around, jolting up at his sudden remark. he appeared fazed as well when he saw your eyes widen and your lips purse at his comment, and with how sudden you turned to look at him, he got the hint that... you looked a little guilty about something.

he smiled up at you a little shyly and tried to initiate a conversation, but all that left his mouth as a blurted mutter was, "an artist with... pretty art has an equally pretty face... you look heavenly." he gulped after saying that, and as he stammered, trying to cover up what he said, his train soon arrived and the intercom reminded him and the other passengers of the train to hop onboard. "ch-cheers." he said with a slight wince and an attempt to sound confident, but merely sounded embarrassed as he stumbled up off the bench and began to walk off.

"it-it's lovely, though! keep it up!" he called out as he turned around and muttered to himself how much of a loser he sounded–but he didn't sound like a loser at all to you, in fact... he might've given you the most inspiration and confidence in your work than anyone else in your life ever had before him in that one chance meeting.

hopefully the universe will be so kind as to save you and him a spot on that very bench, at that very platform, at that very station at that very time tomorrow, you hoped–and he hoped for the same, too.

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m00nstera · 2 years

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#fanart #moon knight steven #moon knight marc #moon knight fanart #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant fanart

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firsttimewriter92 · 1 year

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Steven grant being a soft dom? Make it as nsfw as your heart desires 😁

Dear simpforbritgents, THANK YOU for asking for Steven <3 Perfect timing for the Moon Knight anniversary ;) I feel like there is a criminal lack of fanfiction about this lovely man. Writing him dominant was a little difficult at first but I think I did it. I hope you enjoy my smutty little smut smut. It´s purely indulgent because I just LOVE an anxious gentleman. EXPLICIT. Minors, be GONE!! I apologise for any missinformation about their condition/terminology

Summary: Two idiots in love and an alter that´s had enough of the pining

Word count: 4.757

Warnings: comfort/fluff, kissing, making out, teasing, lovemaking, desperate PinV, no protection (Wrap it up, guys!!!), little angsty, immense fluff

“I´m sorry, love. I´m sorry, I know. I´m late.” Rounding the counter of the gift shop hurriedly, Steven was panting. His ink black hair was slightly plastered to his forehead, little droplets of perspiration gathering at his temple. He gave you an apologetic smile as he kicked his bag underneath the counter. You grinned back mischievously at your best friend, leaning your hip sassily against the countertop and crossing your arms. “Did Marc give you a hard time again?” you asked. His slightly bloodshot eyes went round as saucers and he hissed in a panicked voice “Don´t say that out loud,___. Aside from you, nobody knows about this.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “There´s nobody here yet, Steven, calm down.” He gave you a sour look as you giggled. Steven sighed deeply rubbing his dark circled eyes. “I think the muppet went out drinking last night. I feel proper shit.”

Just as he said it an obnoxious sound reached your ears. The insistent clearing of a throat. “Don´t think I didn’t notice you being late again, Stevie.” Steven closed his eyes in defeat and turned to look at the blond. “Mornin´ Donna.” Her beady eyes shot in your direction for a moment, knowing well you wouldn’t take much of her shit. She usually preferred to berate Steven when you weren’t around. You had no problem snapping back at her the moment she overdid it, especially when it came to your best friend. You were quite fond of Steven. Well, that was a gods damn lie. You were head over heels for the anxious, not knowing how good he looks brit. He didn’t need to know that though. It was wishful thinking even though you´d accepted his issues and tried to help him as best you could. Steven had bigger problems than losing his best friend over silly feelings he didn’t return.

When you noticed that something was up with him and he finally confided in you (after massive arguments with Mark as he told you later), he was so scared you´d deem him a freak and leave. He told you about everything. About Marc and what he had been through. About how he, Steven, came to be. He told you about Konshu and Layla and Harrow, about what happened in Egypt. You went almost crazy when one day he´d just vanished without a trace for days. Steven always said he owed you that explanation. Although he didn’t have to deal with Konshu anymore, Marc, he couldn´t and wouldn´t let go. You understood completely. And yet, you still had to meet Marc in person. Sometimes when Steven knew you wouldn’t have time to spend with him, he´d let Marc take over to spend time with his wife. And every time, Steven came back to work either with a hangover or hickeys scattered across his collarbone and scratch marks down his arms. Those marks hurt. You knew it was Marc and damn it, he was a married man but still…Sometimes you just whished you could mark Steven up just as much. Showing his alter that he was yours, although he wasn’t.

Steven was mortified the first time he connected the dots about these marks and swore by the life of Gus, he couldn’t remember anything. That Marc made sure he would never, ever be involved. Not that Marc´s ego would allow it anyway.

“I really don´t give a rat´s behind what you do all night, Stevie, but come in late one more time and ___ will work the desk alone from now on.” Donna´s head nodded in your direction and you fixed her with a stone cold glare. “It´s Steven, Donna. Ste-ven. One would think an oh so educated career women such as yourself would be able to hold onto that tiny bit of information” you seethed. Donna´s neck turned pink as she gave a sarcastic huff and walked away.

Steven turned to you with a proud smile. “I wish I had the comebacks you have” he said with a crooked grin. You gave him a smirk and leaned closer to him, looking into his glittering dark eyes. “I´ll gladly teach you, my young Padawan.” Steven´s smile widened even more. “Now come on. These highly authentic gummy scarabs aren´t going to sell themselves” you sang.

Steven mind was reeling even after you leaned back into your own space and began restocking the shelves of the gift shop. His heart was beating in his throat manically and once again he cursed his hesitation. He had it bad for you ever since he heard you berate Donna for the first time for calling him Stevie. His heart warmed every time he saw you, his pulse picking up every time he heard you quietly humming to yourself. He had to force his eyes away from your figure every time you wore one of those bloody summer dresses.

Seriously, man, he heard Marc sigh in his head. How many times do I have to tell you? When you´re in front, go for it! Pursue her, for crying out loud. It´s kind of getting old that you´re always just beating it to the thought of her. Steven spluttered some excuse and immediately made a beeline to the employee bathroom. Locking the door behind him he stomped over to the mirror and was met with the reflection of a sly grinning Marc. “Will you stop?!” he hissed, cheeks aflame. Marc rolled his eyes. Come on, Steven. It´s getting pathetic. It´s happening almost every night now. Aren´t you tired of that? Wouldn’t you rather have her panting underneath you, hmm? Her shaking thighs around your waist? Her perky- “Stop talking about her like that!” Steven yelled and immediately gave the door a panicked look. Marc´s reflection lifted his palms in apology. All right, you´re right. That was a bit out of line but, Steven…you´re head over heels for this woman. It´s getting painful to look at. Will you please just talk to her? Take her out on a date? Fuck her senseless so we can sleep again?

Steven groaned as image after image invaded his mind, making his palms sweat. He exhaled a long breath. Of course he knew Marc was right. It was getting a little ridiculous. The way he thought about you when he was pleasuring himself? Pure filth! Every night! He shook his head. “I know” he admitted, looking at Marc in the mirror. “I know I need to do something but…Marc…what if she doesn’t feel the same? I can´t…I can´t lose her, Marc. That would quite literally rip me apart.” Marc´s expression changed from sly to understanding. Nodding and rubbing his face he tried to encourage his brother. I´m not the most sensitive guy anymore, that´s way more up your alley. I see the way she looks at you though. I see Layla´s expressions in her eyes sometimes. If that helps. Steven lifted his head, his eyes big and hopeful. I can give you some tips I guess. But then it´s up to you. You´re not me. She´s not into me. Remember that. The moment her tongue is in your mouth, I´m gone, dude.

“I´d say that´s what I´d expect, yea?” Steven said with a small smile. His stomach was twisting with nerves. He needed Marc´s help to get anywhere with you. And although he was terrified to confess, he was sure he´d burst at the seams any day now if he wouldn’t be able to make his feelings known. It caused him physical pain.

Tonight was movie night. Perfect. He would have to do something tonight, lest he spend this night as well with his hand around his cock, imagining your blissed out face as you came violently around him.

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You knocked on Steven´s door like every Friday night and like every Friday night, Steven opened the door with a smile. Something was different though. It looked like he had just jumped out the shower and your eyes went momentarily wide. Your pulse started to race when your gaze drifted from the water droplets running down his neck to his tousled hair and…the sweatpants. The bloody sweatpants. He didn’t seem to notice your ogling when he turned on his heel and said “Come on in, popcorn´s almost ready, love.”

Shaking your head and trying hard not to look at his firm behind you entered what somehow suddenly felt like a lion’s den. Your skin erupted in goosebumps when you took a look around. You always loved his messy apartment. This time though it seemed like he made some kind of effort. His bed clearly visible in the back was made, the dining table void of any books and notes and….was it warmer in here than usual?

You made your way over to his couch and sat down, stiffer than you usually did. When Steven rounded the bookshelf, bowl of popcorn in hand you had to swallow hard. Was it just your imagination or did his hips swing more than usual? Did he always used to wear shirts that fitted? Since when were his arms this bulgy? Letting your eyes wander shamelessly you also noticed something else. Something lower…something in his sweatpants…Holy bloody hell!

Hastily you averted your eyes. The temperature in your body rising steadily and your breath getting shallower, only one more sentence seemed to form in your brain. He´s not wearing underwear, he´s not wearing underwear, he´s not wearing underwear!!!

Steven plopped down next to you, reaching for the remote. He sat up slightly when he did, set down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and as he sat back down it wasn’t your imagination playing tricks on you. He was much closer now. So close you could feel his scorching heat burn into your thigh, arm and shoulder. What the hell was going on? It´s not like you didn’t enjoy it. On the contrary. Your head was reeling, body pulsing. Slowly you sank deeper into the cushions of his couch, leaning towards him even more.

While the movie was playing, the sensations his closeness invoked were rising and rising. His scent invaded your every breath. Firewood, cotton and something close to caramel. The pressure you felt right between your legs almost became impossible to ignore. With a little groan you tried to rub your legs together as discreetly as you could but….“You alright, love?”

“Huh?” your head whipped towards Steven who was already staring at you. Not looking, staring. His eyes were intense but soft. Unblinking his dark irises were fixed on yours, his nose almost touching yours while your panting breath escaped your lips. “Are you hot?” he whispered. Your eyebrows shot up your forehead. “W-What?” you croaked dryly. “Is it too hot for you in here, darlin´?” His voice was smooth as butter. Quiet and silken. You almost went cross eyed as you tried not to look at his full lips. “A little…maybe” you breathed. Stevens mouth quirked upwards into a grin you hadn’t seen before. A small thought made its way into your foggy brain like a small flickering light. “Let me get you something to cool down then, yea?” As he said it, he leaned in just a tiny bit more, lightly and carefully bumping the tip of his nose with yours.

You kissed breathing goodbye.

The moment he stood up and passed right in front of you, his round cheeks right in front of your face, you knew…you knew he heard how you almost choked on your own saliva. Suddenly that flickering light in your head turned into a lit match.

“Marc!” you said a little too loudly and clambered from the couch. Steven, or Marc, froze into place by the fridge. You walked over to him slowly on shaky legs. You observed how his strong shoulders tensed and his hands clenched and unclenched. “Are you?...Marc?” you asked carefully, standing only 6 feet behind him now. He let out a sigh and let his head hang as he sheepishly turned around. No Marc. This was definitely your Steven. His ears and cheeks were tinted flaming pink when he looked at you with slightly hooded eyes.

“Afraid it´s just me, love” he said, disappointment lacing his baritone voice. Immediately your body reacted to his tone with a sinking feeling in your stomach. “Just….you? Steven, what…?” you took a step towards him. He lifted his hands and ruffled his own still damp hair and groaned. After taking another big, big breath he turned to you fully and looked you square in the eyes. Something aching visible on his beautiful face.

“I´m sorry,___. I asked Marc to help me with this but I think we both went a little overboard. What was I thinking? I´m not bloody smooth. I´m awkward and I babble when I´m nervous which is all the time when I´m around you. It´s a good nervous. Such a good nervous but did I have the bloody balls to do something about it? No. I needed help from my alter that actually gets laid. He told me! He told me `Steven, don´t forget, she´s into you, not me. Don’t try to be me`. And that´s exactly what I did! I´m such a muppet. You´re the only person I ever wanted to impress or cared about what they thought of me. You´re wonderful, you´re strong, you´re beautiful, you´re…you´re…” by the end of his sentence he was breathless. Still staring at you, gauging for your reaction, his eyes looked at you with worry, fear and hope. It was a look that would forever be imprinted into your brain. Especially when you knew immediately that you wanted to take him out of his misery. You smiled at him as warmly as you could and closed more distance.

“Steven, you wonderful man” you said fondly. His eyes blitzed at the compliment. “How could you think that I would want anyone that is not you?” Slowly you raised your hands and encased his face, his eyes wide. His hands twitched when they lifted to your waist. “And just so you know, you are smooth. Very much so, darling. Got me all flustered” you grinned. His shy laugh made your heart sing. Stevens hand slowly moved up and down your sides before he gently pulled you closer until your chests were touching. “You mean that?” he asked, a little uncertainty still lingering in his voice. “Uhum” you nodded your head softly, tilting it a little to brush your nose with his. He took a shaking breath before his grin let his teeth show. “___” he rumbled your name softly. It caused a shiver to run down your spine in the most delicious way. “Can I?”

Softly nodding you closed your eyes contently, his breath fanning your face and your heart going ballistic. The way he pressed his lips to yours was not hesitant or shy. It was a determined encasing of your lower lip. Soft and insistent. A bolt of lightning shot through your body and as he moved one hand to the back of your head opening his mouth to you, a long happy groan escaped you. It was magical the way his lips moved over yours. A hunger you weren’t used to rose in your belly so the moment he introduced his hot tongue into the kiss your arms wound themselves around his neck, pulling him down to you. A surprised breath escaped him but he didn’t stop. His arm wound around the small of your back, lifting you momentarily.

His tongue gliding over yours made your head foggy yet again. “Steven” you mumbled against his mouth. “Steven…more.” He groaned long and deep. “My pleasure, love” he said happily. You yelped when he scooted down and quite literally threw you over his shoulder, walking briskly over to his bed. Giggling like a maniac he threw you onto the mattress and quickly made his way above you. Swallowing hard you looked at his smiling face. His eyes even darker now, his lips kiss swollen and shining. His elbows held him up while you slowly opened your legs to make room for his narrow hips. Snuggling closer he started pecking your face and neck lightly and lovingly. “Sweet, sweet girl. Been dreaming of this so much. You´re so soft, my love. So warm.” His mumbled praises went right to your nether regions and you could feel your panties dampen. His weight between your legs was comforting and arousing at the same time. Your hands glided over his shoulders and down his chest as he started suckling your neck. “Steven….Steven, please” you said with a whine and arched your back into him.

“Please what, love? Come on, birdie. Use your words.” His confidence sparked something in you. “Please. I want you, Steven. Want to feel you.” He chuckled and grazed his teeth against your jaw, making you shiver and grab onto the hem of his shirt, tugging. It came off in a second, carelessly thrown over his shoulder. Forget damp panties, they were proper drenched now by the sight of his toned chest and shoulders. “Fuck” you huffed and let your hands wander. His fiery gaze raked over your heaving chest. “Your turn, birdie.” Nodding quickly he helped you get rid of your shirt and bra. Once your breasts were freed he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. His tongue poked out to wet his lips. “Heavens, please. Please let me put my mouth on you” he panted. You only had time to nod once before he surged down and carefully and languidly sucked one nipple into his mouth.

Again you felt a bolt surge down your body and a long moan escaped your lips. Your hips lifted towards him and now you could clearly feel his arousal pressing insistently against your pussy. “Shit” he rasped against your chest, switching to the other nipple. His hand splayed out over the small of your back and quite literally yanked you upwards while grinding against you. A long, ragged groan mixed with your own high pitched sigh created a melody only you and him were able to compose.

Sweat started to coat your body as he was still grinding, suckling and grabbing every slither of naked skin he could find. All your thoughts were occupied by him. The sweet scent of arousal, sweat and him invaded your nose and brain unlike anything you´d ever experienced. “You´re a dream come true” Steve panted, lifting his head and looking at you like you were everything he´d ever wanted. A feeling of overwhelming fondness and attraction tightened your chest and very specific words formed on your tongue. Too occupied with the sensation of his hard cock rubbing just right against the already wet patch on your pants, the words just spilled. “Fuck, Steven. Feels so good, don’t stop, please. I love you.”

His mouth stopped abusing your nipple. Within a second his eyes were trained on yours. Blown wide open he stared at you. “Say it again” he said lowly. “Say it again, please.” You could hear the pleading in his voice. Swallowing hard, your hands moved to the back of his neck and played with his luscious curls. “I love you” you whispered.

Like a dam breaking you saw his eyes water slightly, an incredulous breath bubbling up from his chest. In a second he was on you. Kissing you like a man starved, moving his hips more insistently against you. You threw your head back before you could think too much about the fact that he hadn´t said it back yet. “Darling,” he panted. “Little bird, you have no idea how much I…How often I dreamt of those words. Please let me have you, please, please.” You were sure you were going cross eyed at this point. With a rushing in your ears you clung to him. “Want you in me. Steven, please. Now. Want you so much.”

The last bit of his restraint snapped and with a feral growl he basically clawed the rest of your clothes off of you. Completely bare to him you reached out and pushed down his sweatpants. Quickly he wriggled out of them, kind of awkwardly but none of you could mind it that much.

“You sure?” he grunted while grabbing his cock an tugging on it. “Steven, I swear to everything that is holy, if you don’t fill me up right this second I´m going to lose my mind!” He grinned and grabbed your thighs in a vice like grip, yanking you towards him. “C´ mere then, little bird” he said.

Not waiting for any preparation, just pure lust and desperation to feel each other fuelling you, he grabbed the backsides of your thighs and pushed them back and further apart. Situating himself between them he took his dick into his hand and guided it to your entrance. “Little bird” he breathed raggedly when he pushed himself into you.

“Gods, Steven” you choked out as he bottomed out. Clawing at his back squirming you needed a minute to adjust. He stilled and screwed his eyes shut in concentration. “Don’t move, my love” he pressed out. “Don’t move. I´m goin´ to cum, fuck.” You tried to stay as still as you could but the sensation of his pulsing dick inside of you made it a herculean task. Little desperate whimpers left your mouth as you stared up at his face. His eyebrows were still pinched, his jaw set. When he opened his eyes again they immediately locked on yours. Your hands made their way onto his back, splaying out and clearly feeling the goosebumps there. A shudder ran down his curved spine as he leaned over you more, never breaking eye contact.

“I love you, too” he whispered, stroking your cheek. “I love you so damn much, my bird.” The breath you didn’t notice you were holding escaped your lungs in a rush. As you pulled him down to you yet again his weight settled perfectly on top of you. Steven kissed you while he started moving his hips again and a sensation unlike anything you´d ever felt rocked your body up into his.

“Steven” you mumbled, pressing his face closer to your collarbone. Chuckling lightly he hummed to let you know he was listening. “What-What are you doing to me? You feel so fucking good. Oh, oh fuck.” You could feel how your comments affected him and his determination to make you feel as good as possible. He whines low in his throat, licking one broad stripe up your neck to the underside of your ear. His hot breath fanning the shell of your hear he panted. “I almost came just by entering your beautiful, wet pussy. You´re perfect for me. Just for me. Mine.” His last word was punctuated with a sharp thrust into your hips making you yelp and claw at his back.

“Fuck! Do that again. Steven, move. Please.” He didn’t hesitate and started moving quicker on top of you, holding you in his arms. Burying his face into your neck, moaning, he grinded his pelvis against you in a way that definitely made you cross eyed this time. Your mouth was wide open, your head thrown back and one hand fisted in the soft sheets below you.

“Y-Yours” you managed to croak out as another high pitched moan escaped you. His dick reaching a spot inside you that made your vision blurry from tears. “Mine” Steven panted above you. When your vision zeroed in on his face again he looked magnificent. Sweat was beading on his forehead, his eyes were as black as his hair that lay tousled against his head. His eyes bore an intensity that made your stomach clench and the low simmer of your orgasm erupted into a boiling inevitability.

“You´re mine,___” he said as he looked into your hooded eyes. He lifted a hand and placed it on your jaw, lightly grabbing your chin and tilting your face up to his even more. “Say it” he said with another pressure filled grind of his hips. “Say you´re mine and I´ll let you cum.”

“I´m yours, Steven. Always have been. Fuck, I don’t want anybody else. Please, baby, please, I wanna cum.” The tears that fell down the sides of your face were captured by his lips. “Okey, baby” he said with a sly smile and went up on his hands, positioning himself for the last stretch. “Hold on to me, birdy.” Your arms went around his neck without thinking what he might have warned you about.

You found out the next second.

Steven wasn´t the biggest you´ve ever had but by far the one who knew best how to use the movement of his hips. He didn´t push in what didn’t need to be pushed and didn’t bruise the underside of your thighs. He moved his lower body into you in naturally flowing motions that made your brain stop sending important messages to your body like breathing. As his hips picked up speed and his groans above you became more voluminous you again felt your orgasm approaching further.

“___, fuck. Hmmm, fuck, little one. That´s it. Can feel you´re close. Come on, sweetheart. ´M right behind you. Let me have it, give it to me!”

“Steven, oh gods…I´m so close. Please. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!” Almost each of your words was spiralled higher by his hips, his hot dick and his grabbing hands on your ribs and shoulder. You felt your whole body clench. Your knees pulled up and back further to make his dick slip in further with each stroke, your arms around his wide shoulders pressing him further into you.

“That´s it! That´s it!” he groaned and started quite literally fucking you into the mattress. Only a few moments later your hazy brain registered how your mouth opened and a short, delicious scream came from your throat. Your body seized all movement before you began shaking. The pleasure that surged through your veins shot into every corner of your body. From your toes to your scalp your skin was buzzing and burning. “Steven” you whined and grabbed his hair. “St-Steve-hnnn, oh my gods. Fuck, yes. Yes, don’t stop! I´m cumming, I´m cumming, Steven. Fuck. Shit….Arrrhhgg!”

“Fuuuuuuck, little bird, you´re so gorgeous. Come on, baby, just a little more for me. Ughhn, that´s right. Clench around me again. Goin´ to fill you up so good. Leave your marks on me” Steven was almost babbling as helplessly as you as he gave you these demands. Through the sheen of red and golden flecks dancing over your blurred vision you turned your head and as you lover was desperately rutting into you, you bit his neck right underneath his ear.

Stevens hand shot out to hold onto the bookshelf behind his bed as a masterfully sinful moan passed his lips and his orgasm took him. “Yes! Yes! Yes, baby, so good. So damn good. Fuckin´ ell, ahh!”

A few more rolls of his hips until his ragged breath calmed a little. With one last whiny groan he collapsed onto you.

After several minutes of heavy breathing, little kisses, nips and licks to necks and faces, the both of you lay in each other´s arms, facing each other. Steven had gotten up for only a minute to get a wet cloth from the bathroom to clean you up and after, pulled a sheet over your still slightly shivering bodies. “We sweat a little. Don’t want you to catch a cold just laying here.”

Your hand moved over his back slowly as your eyes grew heavier and heavier. You heard Steven chuckling lovingly, gracing your forehead with several little pecks before whispering. “Sleep, lovie. I´ll be right here when you wake up. Relax, I´ve got you. I love you.”

You couldn’t help the content sigh that left you before you mumbled “I love you too”. He guided your head into the crook of his neck, snuggling you as close as he could. Did you sweat? Yes. Did your bodies still carry the scent of your lovemaking? Yes. Did either of you care? No.

Would you look at that, Steven! You did it. Atta boy.

Steven rolled his eyes when he heard Marc´s voice but couldn’t contain the happy, dorky grin that split his lips as he cuddled your evenly breathing body.

“Shut up, Marc” he whispered as quietly as he could.

Apparently not quiet enough. He could feel your lips move against his throat when you mumbled the words that made him giggle with happiness and pride.

“Yeah, shut up, Marc.”

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Thank you very much for reading. I hope you enjoyed ;) I´d be very happy if you left a comment, like or reblog this fic. I´m still trying to get my foot in the door when it comes to fanfiction writing.

Have a wonderful day, everyone <3

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ichorai · 2 years

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love dog ; steven grant.

track eight of DEAR SCIENCE.

pairing ; neighbor!steven grant x gn!reader

synopsis ; your neighbor was delusional. he cried a lot, spoke of nonsensical happenings, and always appeared somewhat lost. you found yourself to be rather fond of him.

words ; 2.6k

themes ; mild fluff, mild angst, neighbors au

warnings / includes ; difficulty sleeping, both reader and steven aren't aware that he has DID, steven is just struggling :( someone pls get him some help, mentions of pigeon skull (aka khonshu), alludes to mr. marc spector, set in episode one of mk !!

main masterlist.

There wasn’t ever a person in your life that bewildered you as much as your neighbor, Steven Grant, did. He was quite the strange character; always coming back home after work only to promptly leave again as soon as the moon rose high into the night’s horizon. He’d be gone until only an hour before the sun crept back up.

The only reason you knew of this was thanks to the lovely fact that the walls weren’t exactly soundproof—if you pressed your ear up against the pale cream of your bedroom’s plaster, you’d be able to hear the irregular shuffling of his feet, the quiet mutterings under his breath, or the audio book he always played to help him stay awake. Sometimes, you’d hear random screams of terror early in the morning before your own alarm had gone off, jolting you out of your peaceful slumber.

The thin walls made sleeping quite the difficult task for you.

You had a couple of working theories—maybe he had some sort of dirty secret he wanted to hide? Or maybe he just had difficulty sleeping in his own home? It could be that he worked two different jobs at once. That would certainly explain why he looked so inexplicably tired whenever you saw him.

Sometimes he’d track sand out of his door in his rush to go to work and you were left dumbfounded, wondering how on Earth a person could dirty up the hall from the inside out and not vice-versa.

Other times, you’d bump into him while on your way to take out the trash. His dark locks of hair were mussed to no return, bags beneath his eyes a prominently darker shade than the rest of his tanned complexion. Before he realized that you were just behind him, you caught sight of his perplexed visage, as if he was just stricken awake in a less than fashionable manner. Once he did see you, though, he would greet you with a tired smile and a quiet query on how your day was going before gingerly grimacing—you could’ve sworn you saw a faint streak of dried blood on the side of his temple—though you supposed that might’ve just been a trick of light.

On the rarest of occasions, you’d walk past him in the hall, uttering a quiet hello. He’d looked at you with a somewhat clouded expression—a frown notched itself into his lips, eyes wearing an entirely different light; one that was cold and distant. He looked like Steven but for some peculiar reason, it didn’t feel like him. And when he grumbled out a blunt, “Hi, Y/N,” you couldn’t help but notice that his accent had magically disappeared.

Weird.

It was a cold night the day you stepped into the ground level of your flat building, juggling a backpack full of books you borrowed from the library and three reusable bags full to the brim with groceries from the halal store down the block. You awkwardly bent down to jab your elbow into the call button for the elevator.

Imagine your surprise when the metal doors slid open to reveal your neighbor curled up into a ball in the corner of the elevator, raw terror etched over his features as clear as day. He was shaking terribly, palm clamped over his mouth and eyes mimicking the shape of saucepans.

A hesitant pause.

“... Steven?”

The sound of your voice seemed to rock him out of his stupor just enough for him to pry his fingers away from his face, blinking up at you as if you were some sort of illusion. “Oh. Hullo.”

You tilted your head curiously, slowly stepping into the elevator before it could rumble shut. “What, uhm, what are you doing down there?”

It took him another couple of seconds to formulate a coherent response. “Just—dropped my contact lens, silly me.”

“Do you need help?” you asked, shifting the groceries onto one arm so you could have a free limb if need be.

Steven pushed himself back onto his feet, legs still wobbling. He looked at you strangely, somewhat akin to awe and gratitude. He couldn’t recall the last time someone had ever offered to help him.

“I’m fine, thank you,” he said, dusting his pants off. He seemed so awfully confused, evident by the slight knit to his eyebrows and the anxious down-curl at the corner of his lips.

Tentative, you spoke up. “Steven?”

“Yes?”

“You don’t wear contact lenses, do you?”

Your neighbor winced, shooting you an apologetic look. “No, I don’t.”

“Alright, then. I don’t want to push you,” you started uneasily, “but if something’s wrong, I promise I won’t judge—”

Steven was quick to reply, “It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just… I’m afraid you wouldn’t believe me.”

An eyebrow inched closer towards your hairline. “Try me.”

Clearing his throat, Steven leaned closer to you before whispering in a near conspiratorial manner, “Alright. Here it goes. There’s a big weird bird monster thing following me around. That’s why you found me on the floor there just now—I saw it right in our hall. I know, I know, I sound like an absolute nutter, but I’ve been seeing it everywhere! Nobody else seems to be able to see it though, so I think I might just be loopy right now. I’m scared it’ll hurt me—or worse, someone else. Crikey, we shouldn’t even be going back up there! It might be waiting for us!”

After a considerable stretch of time, you chose your words carefully, reaching out to clasp his tense shoulder in a way you hoped came off as comforting. “Oh, Steven, honey, I’m gonna need you to take a couple deep breaths, okay? I’m… I’m sorry, that sounds terrifying. I don’t think you’re mental, I just think you need a bit of help, is all. If you want, you can come over to my place and tell me about it? I could fix you a nice cup of tea if you’d like, help you calm down a bit? I promise you there won’t be any, uhm, bird monsters up there.”

Steven felt a lump in his throat forming and tears burned behind his eyelids—why were you being so nice to him? Finally, finally, someone was willing to listen.

“That would be amazing, really,” he said, just about deflating with relief under your touch.

The elevator doors rattled open once you reached your level, and you stepped out, glancing backwards to make sure Steven was following after you. He still seemed somewhat disoriented, albeit far better than the state you found him in.

You pointedly stepped over the scattered bits of sand streaming from his doorway, making a mental note to ask him about that later on. Jamming your key into your door, you shouldered it open and beckoned for Steven to come in. He murmured a small thank you, pure, unadulterated gratitude glimmering within those warm wooden irises of his.

A hand carded through his unruly curls as you moved into the kitchen to boil some water for the tea, setting down your heavy bag and groceries onto the counter.

The silence was a comfort at first. It was finally broken once the water topped into a boil and you poured the steaming liquid into two separate mugs ready with tea satchels. You scooped in just the right amount of sugar for yourself before stirring in nearly double the amount into his mug—you recalled that he had quite the sweet tooth. Steven, too busy wallowing in his own self doubt, didn’t notice the copious amount of sugar you had thrown into his tea, twiddling with his fingers as he thought out his words. Deliberately slow, he began recounting all the times he’d seen this large bird-skull creature lurking about the corners of his mind.

You listened quietly. Your neighbor paused in his story to take a sip, humming in appreciation before continuing.

To be quite honest, you weren’t entirely sure what to do in a situation like this. You wanted to help, you really did, but how could you protect him from something that you were nearly sure didn’t exist? Would you need to call for professional help? Was it even your place to do so? After all, he was only your neighbor.

Though, you supposed he was more of a friend than anything now.

When Steven finished, there was a thin film of tears layered over his eyes. You couldn’t tell if it was because he’d just yawned from pure exhaustion or if it was because he was genuinely so distraught from his situation.

You didn’t know what to do.

Your tea, gone largely untouched, was pushed to the side as you shuffled closer to him, studying his vexed expression. This wasn’t the look of a dishonest man. He was telling you the truth—however outlandish it was.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, placing your hand over his on the kitchen counter. His pupils darted back and forth between your face and your now interlaced fingers. “I’m sorry, Steven, I really wish I could do something to help you. I don’t really… I don’t really know what I can do.”

“No, it’s alright, don’t apologize,” your neighbor replied. Despite his miserable circumstances, he still managed to summon a bright grin to his lips. “I would rather you didn’t get involved with it anyway—wouldn’t want you to get hurt because of me. Sorry for just barging in like this, by the way. It means a lot that you listened… not a lot of people do that nowadays.”

A pitiful feeling curled within your ribcage and you nodded. “Hey, I’m the one who invited you here—you didn’t barge in. And of course I listened. I’ll always listen to you, Steven.”

A chill tremored up his spine. Why was he suddenly getting so nervous around you? “Thank you, really. Is there any way I can repay you? Anything at all?”

You retracted your hand from his (much to Steven’s disappointment), to tap your finger against your bottom lip in thought. “I could use some help shelving those books in my bag while I unload my groceries. I mean, it’s not much, but it’d mean a lot.” It was clear that he was desperate to do something, anything in return, so you asked him more for his benefit than yours.

Eagerly, Steven bobbed his head a multitude of times before downing the rest of his tea in one fluid motion and moving towards your bag on the counter. He began fishing out the books one by one, studying the covers and sparing an impressed glance towards you.

“Philosophical physics?” he asked. “Looks like someone’s going to be having a busy weekend. You.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “It’s Tuesday, Steven.”

He appeared mortified for a second. “Really? Bollocks, I must’ve completely gone off the rocker now. I could’ve sworn it was Friday.” Flushing deeply, he flipped open one of the books and tilted his head curiously before reading out loud, “‘We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand our world.’ That’s bloody brilliant.”

You walked over to peer down at the book he was looking at before smiling widely. “Oh, yeah. Pirsig is one of my all-time favorites. Highly recommend you read that one. You can take it off my hands if you want—I have a ton of others to get through before I reread that one.”

The book snapped shut and he exhaled a gentle sigh. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course,” you said, voice soft and tender that it nearly shattered his very being.

“I think you’re the only good thing in my life right now,” he admitted, the tips of his ears growing hot with shame. “Besides Gus, my fish. He’s my little one-finned wonder. Other than you two, everything just feels like it’s falling apart.”

Pursing your lips together, you repeated your earlier motion, enveloping his palm with yours in delicate motions so as to not startle him—but this time you held your conjoined hands between the two of you, just above your chest, while peering into his eyes.

“Alright, since we’re being honest… I care a lot for you, Steven. I worry for you sometimes—probably more than a neighbor should. I think you’re lovely—and I’m sure Gus is great, too.”

The breathless, incredulous laugh he let out was born from utter relief and delight mixed into one. “You’re… you’re bloody amazing, you know that? You’re so kind, and smart, and—and just incredible, really.”

His sudden onslaught of compliments brought a warm flourish to your ribcage and you averted your gaze to fixate on the tiled floors of your kitchen. You were sure if you kept staring into Steven’s eyes, you’d spontaneously combust into flames.

Clearing his throat, Steven eyed the pile of books on the counter and you promptly let go of him so he could shuffle away and shelve them neatly. Once he was done, he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. “Thank you for listening, again. I’d love to borrow that book, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all! I’d really like to hear your thoughts on it. If you ever need anything—literally anything at all—I’m right next door,” you said softly.

You weren’t entirely sure what came over you to act so rash. Bending forward just a bit, you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, nose only barely grazing his cheekbone, before you squeezed his hand one last time. Steven could smell your faint lavender perfume, accompanied by the clean scent of your laundry detergent. Gods, he had the slightest taste of you and now he felt like a man starved. “I hope you know you’re not alone, Steven. Excluding the bird monsters, of course.”

Steven, shocked into abrupt silence at your kiss, stared at you with hearts for eyes, as if you’d roped down all the stars in the sky just for him. The dazed, slight part to his lips made an embarrassed grin form over your own. He was quite the romantic bloke, wasn’t he?

“I guess I’ll be going now. I think I’ll try giving the book a go today.” The two of you walked to your door and you hung by the doorway when he hesitated in the hall. He seemed to be struggling figuring out how to say goodbye. “Laters, gators,” he finally tacked on, in the most endearingly awkward way possible, and you snorted, shaking your head fondly. Oftentimes you’d hear him say the exact phrase through the plaster to his mum on the phone.

“In a while, crocodile,” you replied swiftly so as to not further fuel his embarrassment (earning yourself a wide, flustered grin from your neighbor), before saluting him with two fingers and shutting the door quietly. You rested your forehead against the cool wood, a sigh slipping from your lungs.

Your neighbor was delusional. Through the thin walls of your home, you could hear his strange, garbled noises of confusion accompanied with a surprising amount of crying at odd hours of the night. He spoke of nonsensical happenings and always appeared somewhat lost. Sometimes, he wasn’t even himself, which still puzzled you deeply.

But despite all this, you found yourself to be rather fond of him.

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traveller-of-the-knight · 9 months

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Relax in Steven's apartment with him, the audio 🩷🤍🩷🤍🩷🤍

(I know I wrote worm instead of warm but It's too funny for me to change it)

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purgaytoryss · 2 years

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marc spector aka head of steven grant protection duo !! they r best friends no i am not mourning shut up

#ep 5 </3 #mk #moon knight #moon knight fanart #marc spector #steven grant #moon knight marc #moon knight steven #marvel #marvel fanart #oscar isaac

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roguelov · 2 years

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Thieves Will Steal Your Heart

Summary: A notorious thief, you set your eyes on the Egyptian Museum in London. It’ll be an easy job, in and out. However, someone puts a hitch in your plan: the sweet gift shop employee. You become enthralled with him, and he in turn. But, at the end of the day, you still have a job to do.

Word Count: ~5k

Reader: Gender Neutral

Warnings: Fluff

Note: Takes place before the events of Moon Knight, so Steven doesn’t know about Marc. And I might do a part 2 where the reader meets Marc, as Moon Knight

Ch. 2

High vaulted ceilings stretched into the heavens, stone architecture combined with a sleek modern flare, statues with faces of animals and bodies of humans loomed over the area guarding those who entered, glass cases arranging in various size protected the smallest most delicate handcrafted items, while paintings and scrolls centuries old covered the walls.

London’s Nation Art Gallery was impressive to say the least. It was part of the reason you picked this place. It had plenty to choose from, and each item enticed you - called out to you.

Which items would have the honor of being plucked from their confinements to have a home elsewhere?

After wandering around for an hour, a familiar feeling - a weight pressing into the back of your skull - made the hairs on your neck stand up. Someone was watching you. Which, honestly, shouldn’t be too surprising given the public space, and the roughly three dozen security cameras, and yet you couldn’t shake the feeling.

Strolling to a nearby statue, you craned your neck up following the angular structure; all the while, you peered out of the corner of your eyes.

There.

The gift shop employee.

Steven couldn’t peel his eye off of you. You were breathtaking.

The minute you walked in, it was as if Ra moved the sun for you. The harsh somewhat blindly fluorescent lights were now instead a warm dim orange hue that bathed over you, the dust particles in the air now shimmered like gold specs. Your head was held high as you casually strolled - floated - through the main area. No one offered you a single glance your way, almost as if you were a god walking in silence among men. Yet, he saw you.

And you stole his breath.

Steven would try to look away, however it wouldn’t last long. His eyes would dart around the gallery, hoping to find a distraction or to not be so conspicuous, but they always made their way back to you. You who aimlessly walked around surveying everything. You who had a certain twinkle in your eyes. You who had a smile gently tug on the corner of your lips.

So, as you stared up at the massive statue of Anubis, Steven stared at you unwaveringly.

Then a tour group passed in front of you, blocking you from Steven’s view. The crowd of tourists pointed at relics, took pictures, while a small portion looked positively bored. The tour guide, however, kept up the cheery, far too sweet, persona as she pointed at the Anubis statue rattling off interesting facts. The group paused only for a single second, for one breath, before moving on.

By then, you were gone.

Steven frowned. He leaned over the counter looking around. How in the world? You vanished. Like a drop of sand into the desert never to be seen again.

He sighed.

You left. Probably for good. His chance to talk with you was gone. At least that was what he told himself, but he never thought of actually approaching you. Not when he was on shift and with Donna lurking about. He simply hoped he had the courage to if the improbable opportunity rose, but that all passed into oblivion.

“Hey, do you happen to have the time?”

Steven, a little dejected, numbly glanced down at his watch. “About a quarter pass 2.” Slowly, his eyes trailed up to the random voice. His eyes widened. It was you.

You smiled softly at him. You pulled out your phone showing him a black screen, “Thanks, I forgot to charge this last night and I couldn’t find a clock.”

“Right,” he nodded, unsure what exactly to say now that you were here - actually right here in front of him. “I’d probably forget my head if it wasn’t screwed on.”

You laughed through your nose still smiling at him. He easily returned the smile as he chuckled lightly to himself.

You slowly eyed him. From the tips of his dark curls that pointed in odd directions, down to his warm kind eyes and the bags underneath them, to his full lips, down his neck and broad shoulder, to his muscular build - although you noted he hunched, shrinking himself around others - then to his obscure patterned button up and tan jacket, down to his slacks. He was handsome, and absolutely adorable. Was it even possible for a man to be both? Yes, and he was directly in front of you.

As your eyes trailed back up, you spotted a clip-on name tag. “Steven,” you read.

He perked up. “Y-yes?”

“Sorry, I was just reading your name tag.” You pointed to the small brass plate on his breast pocket.

He followed your fingers, touching the cool metal as if he forgot it was there. “Right.”

He looked back at you, and you easily held his gaze. He wanted to ask your name, the name of the person who stole his thoughts and time, the question weighed on his tongue. His lips parted slightly, the words formed in his mouth.

“Well, I better be off.” You started walking away.

Steven’s eyes widened. Off?

He scrambled and followed after you behind the counter of course. “Wait. Wait!”

You paused, turning to face him with the same easy, captivating, smile on your lips. He pinched himself into a corner up against the wall and the edge of the counter. “I, uh, um …”

What was he doing?

“Yes, Steven?”

A warmth spread over his chest as his name rolled off your tongue. “Um, right, well, I - uh - wanted to ask what your name may be?”

“My name?”

“Yes! I, uh” - he cleared his throat - “I mean, yes.”

Your smile grew. Strolling over to him, you leaned in towards him. He instinctively moved back a bit. About a foot separated you from him. This close you could count his eyelashes, you could also spot a golden chain peeking out from underneath his collar, and you could smell his cologne.

“I’ll tell you another time.”

He blinked. “Wait, what?”

You winked at him then walked straight through the exit.

You should have known better, hell you did. Never leave a trace, never make an impression, and yet you couldn’t help it. Your typical surveillance to complete a job was two trips: one, to get a lay of the land and understand the security system, and two, pick your items and plan a route accordingly. Then a week later, you’d sneak in the middle of the night. Items taken under your slippery fingers, never to be seen again. Most cameras only ever caught a shadow or a blur. And if you happened to mess up, you always double checked the security cameras wiping any identifiable trace.

Calculated. Precise. In and out.

Never linger.

But, the gift shop keeper captured your being. He picked you out in a crowd, a task impossible to nearly everyone. He saw you. Continuously saw you. No matter if you slipped away, he still managed to find you a minute later.

He was a curious one. A timid man with a kind heart. His intellect on Egyptian culture and mythology was impressive to say the least. He always smiled as he told stories to curious children from behind his counter. He managed to soothe any person who approached him, any worries or tension melted in his presence.

You were no different. Your guard lowered around him. You wanted to know everything about him and how he ticked.

After your third visit, you should have given up on the job. But, you told yourself that the security was top notch and you had to ensure everything would run smoothly. It wasn’t solely for the soft spoken gift shop keeper.

After the fourth, you told yourself that you were rethinking certain items. The ones you initially picked were far too big, or ambitious, so you needed to go smaller. Small, multiple times that could sell fast on the black market.

After the seventh visit, you had no more excuses. You knew you were infatuated with Steven.

Every visit, you talked with him for hours on end. He excitedly retold Egyptian stories, as you leaned on the counter enthralled with his tales. He talked about a specific French poet, and even repeated some of her work. You didn’t understand a lick of what he was saying, but your heart fluttered nonetheless. He talked about his one finned goldfish named Gus, he talked, and talked, and -

“Why does it seem like I am the one always talking?” Steven asked one day during a slow period.

Weeks of popping up nearly every other day, he never questioned it until now. You shrugged playing it off, “Maybe because I like the sound of your voice.”

He blushed a bit. “Well, it seems I don’t know much about you. I still don’t even know your name, which is a bit odd, innit?”

“What?” You smirked, a devious one to hide the truth of it all. “Want to moan the right name at night?”

His eyes turned into saucers, the tip of his ears became a rich scarlet red as he began stuttering. “I - I, no, no. I just, I, oh my -“

You chuckled, “I’m sorry, I’m just teasing you. I shouldn’t have said that.”

He avoided eye contact and busied himself by tidying up the bin filled with sarcophagus keychains near the register. “It’s alright,” he muttered.

You shouldn’t have liked how bashful he got, or how utterly adorable he was. But, you did. Wholeheartedly. How did this random man manage to capture your undivided attention for days - weeks?

You really shouldn’t even be here.

The only thing reminding you of the job you set out was the fact Steven didn’t have your name. It was the one thing not tethering you to him. Because you knew the second you told him, you would want to stay. But, you were never one to settle down. Let alone, be able to have a normal life. You were a ghost, figuratively and literally. Your identity was wiped from databases all over the world.

Steven deserved more than a ghost to haunt his life.

“Maybe I want to keep up my mysterious aura,” you smiled, despite the depressing thought.

Steven puckered his lips unsure what to think or say.

“Or you know, you could always guess my name,” you suggested. “It could be a fun little game.”

A ghost who’s name was forgotten to all. And should stay that way.

He sighed, beginning to be fed up with it all. “I don’t want to guess it, I want to know it.” He looked over at you with sad, droopy eyes. Eyes that pierced through your heart. “I just don’t understand why you don’t tell me.”

You licked your lips and tried to play it off. “Maybe I’m not even real, just a figment of your imagination. Oooooo,” you wiggled your fingers.

“Oh, don’t say that,” he mumbled. “Please, don’t say that.”

“Sorry,” you quickly stumbled out. You should have known better. Poor Steven had confided in you about his sleepwalking and lapses in memory. You wanted to smack your forehead against the counter.

How could I be so stupid?

He sighed and rearranged other items in bins. “Is there something you can't tell me, love? I hope I’m not the reason or -“

Love.

Your ears perked up at the word, the small slip of his unconscious mind. Your heart instantly latched onto it. The word tossed around your head replaying it over and over. It was one of the sweetest melodies you ever heard.

How could this man render you in such a state?

“- sorry, I’m rambling a bit, aren’t I?” You snapped back to reality. Steven locked eyes with you, he saw the wide eyed expression steeled itself into a neutral look. “Oh, what is it?”

“Nothing, nothing, sorry, I, uh … it’s nothing.”

“You sure?”

“… yeah.” You shifted your weight side to side.

“You don’t sound sure.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “I am. I, uh, just remembered I have somewhere to be.”

This is too much, I can’t stay here any longer.

You spun on your heel and practically sprinted off.

“Hey! Wait, I …,” Steven sighed as you ran off.

Disheartened, he idly moved around other items. His mind raced with possible reasons about you and your odd behavior, none of which were particularly good. Lots of horrible thoughts which he had to push back. “It’s nothing, it’s … ugh,” he ran his fingers through his hair.

It couldn’t be him, right? Why did you evade everything about you, starting with a basic name ending with your past? You told him stories, but something always rubbed him the wrong way. Maybe because the stories were overarching with no real details, maybe because some were light quick stories from your childhood from years ago and nothing so recent. What was it?

“Oi, Stevie, where’d your little friend go?”

Steven didn’t have the energy to correct Donna. “Off, don’t know where.”

Donna nodded, smacking the gum between her teeth. “Good, can’t have you slacking off more than you already do.”

Steven said nothing. He turned around, straightening the plush replicas of gods and goddesses to the beetles and miniature pyramids.

“They sure do come around a lot,” Donna continued.

In all honesty, she wanted to gossip. And Steven, who was an enigma already, now had a shadow that popped up every now and then. Every employee in the museum was curious.

“Yeah,” Steven mumbled, not truly paying attention to his boss.

“So, they got a name?”

He flinched. Swallowing, he softly replied, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Donna blinked. “How the bloody hell do you not know their name? The two of you have been chattin’ almost every other day for weeks.”

“I know, I know,” he gritted his teeth.

“Maybe you just forgot it.”

“No,” he vehemently shook his head, “I wouldn’t have.”

“Like bloody hell you wouldn’t, you forget your own head if it wasn’t screwed on.”

His lips thinned.

“Maybe they’re a ghost.” She snorted, “A haunted museum? Should probably charge more.”

“Oh, don’t say that,” he frowned.

Donna cocked a brow at the sullen man. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist. Of course, they’re real. I’ve seen them, we all have.” She paused then tilted her head in a sudden realization. “Although I don’t think I ever saw their face. Always their back, huh, how odd. Never thought about it till now.”

Steven sighed, placing his head in his hands as he hunched over the counter. “This is bloody ridiculous, all of it.”

“Sure is.” The familiar chirp of a crowd resonated in the bare establishment. “Alright, figure out your love life on your own time.”

A day passed.

Then another.

And another.

A sinking feeling filled the pit of Steven’s stomach. Would you return? Did you leave for good? Did he scare you off? Where did you go? Would you really leave without a proper goodbye?

He huffed. He wanted to tear his hair out, but a kid - a girl no older than eight years old - popped in front of his counter excitedly pointing at the stuffed scarab beetle. Steven smiled down at the girl. He grabbed the beetle for her, and before he could tell her the price, she slammed down a wad of cash. He chuckled and picked them up counting it all out. Putting it into the register, he returned some change and a receipt. The girl hardly cared. She smothered the beetle to her chest and hastily grabbed the change before darting over to her parents.

“So, how much for the hippo?”

Steven spun around looking at the collection of plush hippos in ceremonial garb, aka the goddess Taweret. “Oh, that’ll be -“ twisting back around the air was knocked out of his lungs “- you.”

You gestured to yourself, “Me.”

“You’re here,” he said in utter shock.

“Yeah, I am, but I can go if -“

“No! No, uh,” he cleared his throat, “uh, hi.”

You smiled softly, “Hey there, Steven.”

“Hi,” he repeated.

You chuckled under your breath.

He licked his lips. He didn’t think he would ever see you again, let alone hear your laugh. “So, uh, what have you been up to?”

“Oh, this and that.” You joked.

He nodded. How else was he supposed to respond?

Seeing the blank look in his eyes, you sighed. There was a tonal change as you leaned your forearms against the counter. “I was making preparations.”

“Preparations?”

“Yeah,” you fiddled with your hands, “I travel … a lot. And I have a trip coming up soon so I had to do a few things.”

“Travel? Well, isn’t that lovely,” he smiled brightly. He completely overlooked your entire sentence, only focusing on your first four words. “Sure wish I could. Being stuck behind a counter all day isn’t so exciting.”

You returned the smile. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

“So, where have you been?”

I’m leaving.

“All over the world.”

His eyes widened. “Really? Oh, that’s insane. Have you been to Egypt?”

You nodded happy to indulge him. “Couple of times.”

“Oh, wow,” he breathed out. “I wish one day I could go, I really want to see the pyramids.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah, absolutely.” He gushed.

“Maybe I‘ll take you there one day.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

But, what if I want to?

“Maybe I don’t, but if I could make your wish come true seems like a good cause.”

He dropped his head, his cheeks tinted a rosy hue. “You really don’t have to do that, love.”

Your knees weakened at that simple word.

“(Y/N).”

“Huh?” His head snapped up.

Your eyes connected with those gorgeous brown ones. A shade of the ground under your feet guiding you home, a shade that breathed new life, a shade that enveloped you in a warmth not felt before.

Your throat dried up. Swallowing down your nerves, you said, “That’s my name.”

His eyes widened.

Before he could say anything, you spilled out, “I’m leaving.”

A whirlwind of emotions violently stirred inside Steven. First your name, your honey sweet name he was ready to say, a name that filled his heart to the brim with joy; then those two words, those two words that slowly drained out all the joy.

“What?”

“I’m leaving,” you repeated. “I wasn't even supposed to stay this long, but I just couldn’t help it.”

You were the reason.

“Wait, hold on, you … you’re leaving? Like for good?”

“I wouldn’t say for good.”

“But you are leaving?”

“Yeah, it’s for my job. Hence, why I travel so much.”

“Oh.” His shoulders dropped. He licked his lips trying to find any words, but all he found was a growing emptiness. You were leaving. Gone. Gone from his life. Pushing aside his own feelings, he smiled at you. “Well, I hope you have fun, love. Maybe you can send me a postcard so I can stick on Gus’s tank -“

“Steven.” Don’t end it like this.

But, he wasn’t ready to hear it. He didn’t want to say goodbye. “Gus would probably like it, he can finally see the world too. Can’t really get anywhere with just one fin, ya know?”

“Steven.”

“Yeah, I bet he’d like that a lot. I mean so would I but -“

You grabbed the lapels of his jacket pulling him in. His words stuttered then fell off, now completely silent. But, you couldn’t do it. You hesitated. I shouldn’t be doing this. Your nose skimmed against his. Your eyes quickly glanced downward. They’re right there. Just do it.

Steven’s mind spiraled out of control. Your breath fanned on his lips. He parted them, almost readying himself. His eyes darted down. If he could just -

What am I doing?

Inhaling deeply, you exhaled, slowly and shakily, as you began to back away, “Sorry, I don’t know -“

“(Y/N)?”

Your heart threatened to leap out of your chest. Your name on his lips was sweeter and more heavenly than imaginable. “Y-yeah?”

His eyes locked with yours. Oh my. He looked at you as his salvation. He could drop to his knees and become a devout worshipper. And yet, you knew the truth. You were the devil in disguise; a temptation beckoning him to fall to depravity.

He dove. Falling with an elegant grace.

His lips crashed against yours.

Gentle, heart pounding, all consuming.

You closed your eyes. You white knuckled his jacket yanking him closer. He hummed. It was a sound you wanted to hear again and again. His hands hesitantly cupped your cheeks. Still unable to believe this was happening, that this was real. His hands were surprisingly calloused, the exciting roughness sent a shiver down your spine. You turned your head then -

“Eh hem.”

Someone cleared their throat.

In a flash, you pulled away from Steven. You whipped around, turning your back to the person.

Steven blinked in a drunken haze. Did that really happen? His lips tingled, the feeling of your soft lips still lingered. Wait. Snapping to the present, he slowly turned to the person. It was Donna. He smiled sheepishly at her.

She raised an eyebrow. Her eyes jumped between Steven, with his wrinkled shirt and the love struck look in his eyes, then over to you, with your back to her refusing to make eye contact. She glanced back over at Steven with a blank stare. “Do get back to work, Stevie. Snog on your own time and not at work with guests around.”

“R-right, sorry, I -“

Donna raised her hand. “I don’t want to hear it. Just don’t do it again.”

“Right, of course.”

The clack of her heels faded as she walked off.

You slowly looked back over at Steven. He instantly caught your eye. You rolled your lips trying to hide the growing smile. Steven was luckily the first to crack. He laughed. Loudly. Shaking his head, he brushed back his hair, “Oh, wow, that’s definitely a first.”

You snickered. “What an honor. And here I thought you kissed all your customers.”

Still laughing, he threw you a lopsided smile. “Only the special ones, love.”

Your cheeks warmed as you dropped your head. This dorky many made you, a hardened criminal, feel like a dopey love struck teenager. Shaking your head, you looked back up at him. “You sure are something, Steven.”

He tilted his head, his curled bounced against his forehead. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“It’s a great thing.”

He beamed at you.

Your smile shifted to one of sorrow. “I have to go now.”

His smile faltered.

You quickly leaned over and pecked his cheek. “I’ll see you around, Steven.”

“Yeah,” he whispered in minor defeat. “Until next time, (Y/N).”

You turned and began walking away with the prospect of possibly returning hanging in the air. He watched as you strolled off, slightly heartbroken but hopeful. You paused. Looking over your shoulder, you locked eyes with Steven. He awkwardly waved at you, and before he could stop himself, he shouted, “Laters gators.”

You chuckled, beaming at him as you waved goodbye then walked outside.

Yeah, I’ll definitely be back.

A few days passed without any real excitement for Steven. He thought of you almost every hour, which wasn’t good for him. He ached to see you. But, who knows how long it’ll be until he may see you again? You never specified how long this trip may be.

Steven hopped off the bus. Another day, another shift. He took a few steps only to stop in place. Police surrounded the museum, blocking anyone from entering. A miniature blockade, or more accurately a couple of metal fences hugged the stairs as a few police officers stood on guard duty. A few people stopped staring in awe. What had happened? While, one officer continuously denied a news van any information on the situation.

Oh, what was he about to get himself into?

He shuffled up to the nearest officer. “Um, pardon me?”

The police officer, a fresh faced woman, turned around. “Sorry, the museum is closed for the day.”

“Oh, no, I, uh, I work here. I work in the gift shop. Steven Grant? If that rings any bells.”

The woman’s eyes widened. “Oh, um, excuse me for a minute?”

She spun around speaking into her radio. After a few hushed words passed, she spun back around. She moved aside one of the fences, giving Steven just enough room to pass through. “Please, head up the stairs. Your boss is talking with Detective Douglas, he has a few questions for you.”

“Right.”

Steven hastily walked up the steps. What exactly happened? It probably isn’t so bad, right? Stepping through the doors, those thoughts were crushed. Police were scattered all about, nearly every corner of the museum as they combed every inch looking for clues. JD and three other officers watched video footage intensely.

Steven’s heart spiked out of fear.

“Oi, Stevie! Over here!”

His head snapped over to Donna standing in the corner with a somewhat intimidating man. Quickly, he scrambled over to them. His hands tightened around the straps of his satchel.

Standing in front of the odd pair, he nodded a ‘hello’. His eyes still actively watched all the officers talking and walking around. So many.

“What happened?” He asked, looking at them.

“We were robbed, Stevie.”

“Steven, it’s Steven,” he muttered under his breath. However, her words replayed in his head. Robbed? “Wait, robbed? Like actually robbed?”

“Yes.” Donna rolled her eyes.

“But, it was just from the gift shop, right?”

Who would steal genuine artifacts? How could they? That’s impossible.

Donna and the detective shook their head.

“No, or at least far as we know. We can’t rule it out yet but we know for a fact multiple artifacts have been stolen. From a handful of miniature statues, many hand carved jewelry, to a few scrolls with hieroglyphics.”

“Oh my god.” Steven breathed out.

Douglas nodded. “Yes, which is why for the sake of ruling out every employees I need to ask you a few questions for the moment.”

“Yes, yes of course.”

“Good.” He cleared his throat. “Can you give me a run down of what you did yesterday?”

“Yes, well, it wasn’t much. I got up, came here for my shift, then went home.”

He nodded jotting it all down in a notepad.

“Did you see anyone suspicious yesterday at the museum or a few days prior?”

“No, sir.”

“Okay, and you said you went home last night, did you go anywhere else or do anything?”

“Uh, no, after work I watched a few shows, read for a bit, then went to bed.”

“Can anyone confirm this?”

“My goldfish, Gus?” He chuckled, only to see the deadpan expressions on the detective and his boss. He cleared his throat, “No, sir, but I do tend to sleepwalk so I have a few precautions so that doesn’t happen.”

“And?” Douglas cocked a brow at him.

“One of which is an ankle restraint,” he confessed meekly. “But I swear on my mum’s life I haven’t gone anywhere. Nothing was set off and I woke up in my bed as I should.”

The detective nodded, almost begrudgingly. Having no leads was slowly getting to him.

Donna spoke up, “Trust me I don’t think this bloke is capable of doing this.”

Steven didn’t know if he should be thankful or offended.

Douglas huffed, “Alright, if you can attest to his character it works for now.”

Now?

“Uh, I don’t know if it’ll help, but the inventory for the gift shop? Was that looked over yet?” Steven asked. He wanted to be helpful, he wanted to solve this odd mystery too.

“No, not yet.” Douglas answered.

Donna ushered Steven off, “Well, don’t dilly dally go and get it.”

Steven nodded and darted off.

Passing by officers, muttering ‘excuse me’s, he finally reached the storage room, behind the counter, where inventory and records were kept. In his haste, he forgot to ask Donna for the keys, but he still turned the knob to find it was unlocked. It was always locked. Brushing it off, he chalked it up to Donna and the police.

They probably did a quick look for clues.

Stepping inside, he flipped on the lights. Boxes and boxes filled with trinkets and toys were stacked precariously off to the left, a single table sat in the middle of the room, and filing cabinets off to the right. He walked over and pulled open a drawer.

But, something caught his eye. Not inside the drawer, but on top of the cabinet. At eye level, a plush replica of the goddess Taweret sat on top. His brows knitted together.

Why was that here?

Picking it up, a piece of folded paper flipped through the air and skidded across the ground. He blinked. He set the plushie on the table and carefully picked up the piece of paper. He brought it up to the light, twisting it and trying to spot anything odd. But, he didn’t. All he saw was scribbles, writing on the inside. Looking over his shoulder, no one came in. The hustling of police officers and their stampede of footwork resonated throughout the museum.

His heart feverishly pounded in his chest. He unfolded it once, then twice. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he turned the paper over.

Steven,

I still owe you a trip to Egypt.

Laters gators

There was no signature. But, he knew exactly who it was from: you. He let out a shaky breath. What - how … what does -

It clicked.

“Oh my god,” he whispered.

You did this, you robbed the museum.

He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. He read and reread the small simple note a dozen times. Nothing obvious pointed to you, which he supposed was the point. If anyone else found it, they would think it was a simple note, a promise. But, to him? To Steven, it was a confession.

It all made sense.

Of course, you didn’t talk about yourself. Of course, you never gave him details. Of course, of course, of course.

Part of him knew he should be mad and upset. He should feel betrayed, hurt, or something but he wasn’t. He wasn’t being used. You never asked about the museum itself, you always asked questions about him, about his life. Yes, there was also the morale of it all: stealing and such. A twinge of disappointment did sing in his heart.

Then the bigger issue rose. Was he now an accomplice?

Even if he showed the police, even if he gave a detailed description of your face, and told them your name, he knew deep in his bones they would never find you. You were a ghost anyway.

Staring down at the note, he smiled.

“Laters gators,” he replied to an empty room.

Tucking the note away, he grabbed the inventory list and walked off.

He would see you again. Maybe not next week, maybe not in a month, but he knew you would come back into his life with that charming smile.

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simpformoonkight · 2 years

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Incorrect quotes with moon knight x reader!!

Mark : *Gently taps table*

Steven : *Taps back*

Layla: What are they doing?

Y/n: Morse code.

Mark : *Aggressively taps table*

Steven : *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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Mark talking about him and steven: Tonight, one of you will betray us.

Y/n : Is it me, Mark ?

Mark : No, it’s not you.

Layla: Is it me, Mark ?

Mark : It’s not you either.

Khonshu: Is it me, Mark ?

Mark :

Mark , mockingly: Is IT mE Mark ?

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Mark : You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Steven : Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Mark : I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING LAYLA WITH ME

Y/n, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

__________________

Mark : Steven isn’t answering their phone

Layla: I’ll call

Mark : Y/n and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Steven : Hello?

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Mark : Steven , I'm sad.

Steven : *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay.

Layla: Y/n, I'm sad.

Y/n, nodding: mood.

__________________

Layla: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Twaret: It’s not a joke.

Twaret: *sniffles*

Twaret: I’m a legit snack.

__________________

Jake: We need to get through this locked door. Steven, give me your credit card.

Steven: Here.

Jake, pocketing it: Thanks. Mark, kick down the door.

__________________

*khonshu is cooking*

Mark: Any chance that’s for me?

Khonshu: It’s for Jake . I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need them on my side.

Steven: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

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anxitea-shop · 2 years

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POV: You talk with your lovely fiancé (or husband 🤭) Steven on facetime

#steven my beloved #steven grant x male!reader #moon knight steven grant #moon knight steven #steven grant moon knight #steven grant #steven grant x male reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x you #oscar issac hernandez estrada #oscar isaac #steven grant x ftm reader

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prismuffin · 1 year

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Hello! I don't know if you still take requests but, I just want to ask, can you please write a super fulff request with Steven Grant x trans male reader (he/him pronouns)? I love Steven with all my heart and being, if you want, of course, have a great day <3!!

A/n: ofc! Oooooo i can’t wait to write for the MoonKnight system

Long Day

Steven Grant x trans!male!reader

( summary: after a long day at work Steven can't wait to go home and cuddle up beside his boyfriend )

warnings?: none! Mentions of testosterone shots but no needles are mentioned! Super fluffy comfort fic <3

!-!more under the cut!-!

The day has been long and tiring which clearly had an effect on Steven, his eye bags being more prominent as he yawns, stretching as much as he could in the cramped elevator that shakily took him up to his apartment. It felt like the ride stretched on much longer than it usually did even with him watching the numbers at the top increase as he got closer to his floor. Finally, the ding of the door echoed in his ears as they opened, revealing his familiar hallway. He made quick work, digging his keys from his pockets before he was even near his door. Shoving the key inside he fumbled with the lock, even with years of living here he somehow always turned it the wrong way first.

Walking into his apartment he dropped his bags by the door, messing with his keys as he took his shoes off. Walking deeper into the apartment his eyes met yours, you sat on the couch, pants pulled down to the space above your knee. “Welcome home Stevie.” Steven practically melted at the sight of his boyfriends smile. God did he love that smile it was always so welcoming and warm. “Hey love,” he walked closer to you, sitting besides your form as his eyes scanned over the coffee table noticing the bottle of testosterone and the medkit out. “Oh love I could do that for you,” He suggested and smiled as you planted a kiss to his cheek, mumbling a thank you. “So how was your day?” You asked as he started disinfecting the area of your thigh, watching as he groaned and sighed. “It was a long one,” he started, moving to grab the bottle of testosterone. “Donna was practically breathing down my neck all day and some orders got mixed up and I had to deal with it- even though that’s not my bloody job..” he mumbled the last part with a sigh and you chuckled. “But enough of that,” he went to grab a bandaid from the medkit but stopped half way. “Oh, do you want a teenage mutant ninja turtle bandaid or-“ “teenage mutant ninja turtles.” “Right yeah ok, thought so,” he chuckled, smiling as he grabbed one and placed it on your thigh, rubbing the area before looking back at you.

Leaning in, you placed a short kiss to his lips, barely pulling back to stare in his beautiful brown eyes. “M’sorry you had a bad day..” you mumbled against his lips and he shook his head slightly. “It’s fine, just wanna cuddle with you.” He kissed you again and laughed as you grabbed him, pulling him on top of you as you flipped backwards on the couch. He sighed, laying his head on your chest as your fingers found their way into his hair. His eyes closed as he relished in the feeling, he was sure that if he were a cat he’d be purring right now. His smile only grew as you kissed his head. “Tell me about your day love,” he said with a yawn and you chuckled, starting to speak about what you’d been doing all day. You knew that he’d fall asleep while you were talking but you didn’t mind, he desperately needed it. “I love you Steven.” You whispered as you heard his light snores fill the room. You got yourself as comfortable as you could before closing your eyes as well, maybe a nap on the couch wouldn’t be too bad.

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brockify · 2 years

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heaven’s cloud— steven grant

steven grant x barista!gn reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: the tiniest bit of angst, sleepy steven, fluff, steven w/ sweater paws BEWARE

note: this takes place at the beginning of ep 1 so no mentions of mk shenanigans or marc but hints at it!

“london fog with extra vanilla!”

hearing the order that steven knew by heart, he wiped the sleep from his eyes with his sweater sleeve.

truth be told, steven liked tea, but it wasn’t what truly woke him up. if he had it his way, he’d drink the strongest mocha he could ever have made but he had a special reason for always getting the same drink.

that reason was you. watching you make his drink every morning made his days slightly better. some days you’d look a little disheveled after pulling an all-nighter from watching your new favorite actor’s movies, and others with you being energetic after having slept more than a few hours.

today you seemed more tired than normal, (perhaps you had slept late again? he knew you were currently on a tv show binge) or perhaps you had just woken up earlier than usual. walking over to the counter, steven grabbed his cup before giving you a small smile while you made one of the long line of drinks waiting for you.

“cheers.”

you watched steven leave the store, humming a tune that you couldn’t quite place where you had heard it before. steven was one of your favorite customers who came in everyday. most mornings it wasn’t too busy, and you were able to chat with him about everything and anything. your current topic of discussions in the morning were about best book adaptations into film. depending on the day, he’d stand there next to the pickup counter while you worked and made the orders, and others you would chat while ringing his order up.

you weren’t sure why steven always picked the same drink everyday, but it did make it easier for you to predict and ring up.

today was unusual though, as it had been the first time you had seen him in over a week. the dark circles under his eyes became more prominent, seemingly protruding outwards in some angles. He also barely conversed with you, and started to fall asleep on the pick up counter.

you were worried, hoping that nothing was going on that was stressing him out. it was known to your coworkers and every other usual who came around that you and steven had a very… interesting relationship. Everyone assumed you two were together, both of you ignoring the other’s flushed faces and reddened ears when stating you were just friends. you had hoped that he would come back soon, and look a little more like his normal self to ease your nerves a little.

3 weeks had gone by since the last steven sighting and you were concerned. you woke up extra early today, wrapping a present that you had bought him. it was simple, but you had hoped it would lift his spirits a little. in the box, you had folded the new slate cardigan you had bought him, with little clouds embroidered on it. you had also put a card in, a little anxious about the card and its contents, but pushing through nevertheless. you noticed that he typically cycled through the same 4 shirts and wanted to give him something that you thought fit his vibe.

you were thankful that you had the day off of work, and also grateful that you had your own little coffee station in your apartment, albeit less expensive and complicated than the one at your job. quickly whipping up a coffee for yourself, you drank the steaming mug while getting ready to go visit the gallery. your conversations with steven had ventured into talk about work before, which is why you knew where he worked and what department.

checking the time, you quickly ran out of the house to catch the bus, not wanting to miss it. you were able to snag a seat, happy not to have to stand the entire ride smushed against another stranger. you weren’t sure how it happened, but you found yourself dozing off, only to hear the automated voice state that the next stop was for the gallery. you quickly gathered your stuff together, and pulled on the signal cord as fast as you could. The bus came to a halt, swaying everyone forward with the force of the brakes. getting up from the seat, you made your way to the doors with a series of “excuse me” and “my apologies”.

stepping off the bus you stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at the entrance. hanging from the top of the building you could see banners posted for the new ennead exhibit they were hosting. tightening your grip on the box ever so slightly, you took a deep breath before walking up the stairs. at the entrance you stood there, not sure if you should ask for directions but figured you’d walk around until you found him. that is if you found him.

you ended up walking around the entire gallery, enamored by the exhibits and all of the little plaques explaining each item in detail. you finally made it to the gift shop area, where you saw a tuft of hair that was eerily familiar. steven was sitting in a chair that he had found behind his counter, arms covering his face. his woven beige sleeves seemed to act as a pillow for his face, and you could hear the soft snores emitted from him.

letting out a soft giggle, you looked around the gift shop before grabbing the taweret plush and walking over to the counter. placing the neatly wrapped box, you tapped ever so slightly on steven’s head. he jolted awake, nearly jumping out of his own skin.

“oh my days, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

he wiped the sleepiness out of his eyes, and his breath hitched slightly when he saw you standing in front of him holding the plush. he knew you were aware of where he worked, but he had never thought that you might show up one day.

“oh, hullo.”

you raised an eyebrow at him which in turn made him let out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his neck out of habit.”

“steven, i’m so glad you’re alright. you had me worried sick! i haven’t seen you in weeks!”

he grimaced slightly knowing that he didn’t know how to explain his sudden absences. he seemed to sleep for days, and had to double check his ankle restraints. recently things had gotten…weirder in his life, strange occurrences happening that even he wasn’t sure truly happened. his gaze landed on you gently, trying to gauge your emotions through your eyes.

“I'm truly sorry I worried you love, it’s just been busy.”

letting out a particularly loud exhale you shook your head and gave him a small smile.

“it’s alright, you don’t have to explain yourself.”

steven kept his gaze on your eyes only to find understanding and a warmth that brought him comfort.

he nodded, and snapped out of his daze before realizing you were holding the plush and had a neatly wrapped box on the counter. pinching the taweret plush from your hands he quickly scanned it before pointing to the box.

“What's the box for?”

you had forgotten all about the box and the present you had gotten him inside.

“oh! it’s uhm for you.”

you slid the box towards him, not making any eye contact and opting instead to look around the shop once more, ignoring the tips of your ears burning.

steven placed the plush on the counter and picked up the box. he admired the wrapping, a light blue wrapping paper that was admittedly very simple but made his heart flutter, seeing the scribble of his name written at the top.

he smiled his big smile that he always made when he was content or excited (something you loved to see) and placed the box next to his bag.

“thank you. i’m sure it’s very lovely. you didn’t have to get me anything though. your banter and wit are more than enough for me.”

shuffling through your wallet, you picked your card out handing it to him.

“It's no problem really, I just thought you might enjoy a pick me up!”

he swiped your card and printed the receipt before asking for your signature.

“I promise I'll open it the moment I get home and I'll tell you all about it tomorrow.”

hearing him say he was going to see you tomorrow made you nod and hide your smile, feeling a little silly for acting like a child with their first crush.

“sounds good. I have a few errands to run but i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

he nodded and waved you off, watching you exit the gallery with the taweret plush in hand.

he would never admit it, but steven rushed home for the first time in a long while. he was staring at the gift all day, trying not to open it then and there at work. even donna had noticed that he was in a more cheerful mood, making a comment about how he was finally doing his job right. finally getting into his apartment, he threw his shoes off and tossed his bag to the side.

taking the gift to his dining table, he set it down before looking for a pair of scissors. after a few minutes of rummaging through drawers he finally found a pair and made his way back. steven tried his hardest not to rip the wrapping paper, but to be fair it was just so quick to rip so it hadn’t been his fault when he tore it to shreds.

the box was an ordinary box, taped on the top just to have it not open. cutting the tape, he opened the flaps to reveal the cardigan you had bought him, folded neatly with a card atop it.

pulling out both the card and cardigan he placed then on the table before opening the card. inside the card you had written him a note, and made him smile.

the note read: “hope these keep you soft n warm, steven <3 let me know how it fits?”

at the bottom of the card he noted a phone number with a small heart next to it. he let out a small laugh, the beating of his heart loud enough in his ears that he could hear it. he was never aware that you shared the same feelings as him, but he was ecstatic.

he was looking forward to seeing you tomorrow for his tea in his new cardigan.

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