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Je T'aime
prompt: Love Note
pairing: steven grant + gn!reader
summary: you've been the best thing to ever happen to steven. He loved doing so much cheesy love things with you, even writing little love notes and letters.
warning: light angst, steven being a cutie, steven speaking a little french, fluff
word count: 1.2 K
author's note: this is my second work for the Moon Knight Bingo hosted by @moonknight-events. the bingo board will be at the bottom of my fics for it. This one is a little short, but it's sweet and I just love steven grant so I hope you all enjoy this! As always, if you like it, please, please, please reblog to share it with your friends! also i'm starting my tag list over so if you'd like to be tagged in future fics for specific characters or for this event or for all fics, tell me in my asks and I'll add you to the list!
Steven Grant has always been a romantic. It’s in his DNA, he’s convinced. He loves the idea of love, the idea of unashamedly showing and professing the love that you feel to the person you feel it for. He’s proud to admit that he has seen just about every rom-com out there. He never misses a new Hallmark movie – yes, he knows the acting isn’t good, and that they’re cheap and silly, but they’re reliable. Love always prevails in them.
Sure, there’s probably a reason that Steven has a romantic heart. If he had to guess, he’d probably say it comes from his relationship with his mother. I mean, Steven was born from Marc’s lack of love from his mother; Steven was there to see all the good times with Wendy, he got to experience all the love from his mother, while Marc took all the times she didn’t love. Perhaps Steven liked the idea of someone loving them unconditionally. Perhaps it was the very concept that someone could love them both, that one of them wouldn’t have to take the bad days, or the days that lacked love, because there wouldn’t be days that lacked love.
Perhaps that’s what made Steven fall in love with you so quickly. Because from the start, he knew you would love all of them, not just one part of them. Even if there were bad days, or hard days, you were still here, showing that you still loved them. It was mind-altering, especially for Marc. But for Steven, it meant the world.
Especially, because now he had someone to express all his love to, someone who appreciated all the ways Steven liked to show his love, no matter how cheesy or silly they were. You adored everything he did.
Steven knew you kept all his gifts. They were in a box in your closet. It was full of date receipts, jewelry, drawings, poems, and all other things he’d gifted you throughout your relationship. One thing that he could never find was all the love notes he left for you. You always say you love them, but he never sees them anywhere. And even though he knows you would never do such a thing, the bad part of his brain wonders if you throw them away, or if you tuck them away and forget about them.
That is until one day. You were in the shower while he was combing through your bookshelf, seeing if you had any new books for him to read. And there’s a book he doesn’t recognize. Have you always had this book? It looks almost like a binder, like a notebook that’s meant to pass as regular book. Should he open it? He supposes it couldn’t hurt. If you didn’t want anyone to read it, you wouldn’t leave it out. And even if he isn’t supposed to read it, he’ll take the blame for nosing around.
Pulling it from the shelf, he flips it open, seeing that there’s pages but they each have sheet protectors on them. Pulling out his glasses, he reads the first page, and he realizes what this is. Thumbing through the rest of the pages, he looks and sees the rest of the protected pages in the book.
His love notes.
You had all of them, sitting on your bookshelf, protected in this little book. Emotion wells in his eyes as he reads them over, feeling relief flood through him as he now knows you did like them, you kept all of them, and you kept them on your bookshelf for anyone and everyone to find it and read it.
“Took you long enough to find it,” your voice sounds from behind him, making him slam the book shut and whirl around, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have.
“What?”
“I’m surprised you haven’t found that before now. Figured it would be the first thing you read when you started reading my books,” you chuckle, walking over to him, your wet hair framing your face as you’re wrapped in a towel. You must’ve used him soaps, he can smell it.
“What do you mean?”
“I left that book out for a while for you to find. On the table, the nightstand, almost everywhere. But you never mentioned it, so I figured you never looked at it. It figures that you’d find it as soon as I put it on the bookshelf.”
Steven didn’t really have any words, wasn’t sure what to say. He just looked down at the book, reading over the words that he had written to you.
“You kept them,” he says softly. It’s not really a question since he can clearly see that you did. But you answered anyways.
“Of course, I did.”
“Why?” he finds himself asking. Obviously, it was because you loved him. But he can’t keep himself from asking, as if the notion baffles him.
On some level it does baffle him. The letters themselves are silly, elementary. But still you kept them, even though anyone else would not have wanted to keep such childish things.
“Because you wrote them. You took the time to write down the way you felt. Because they’re from you,” you said like it was simple. Because, to you, it was simple. You loved Steven, so you wanted to keep every little thing he gave you.
He looked at you softly for a moment, just looking at you. What did he do to deserve someone like you?
“What?” you ask softly.
“Nothing, love, just… thinking about how lucky I am to have you.”
“Funny, I think that same thing every time I read those letters,” you chuckle, slipping your arms around his waist.
“Every time? What do you mean?”
“I read them a lot. Mostly at night before I go to sleep,” you admit.
“Really? Why?”
You looked at him with a curious glance, but you looked so patient and amused. “Because they’re from you. They make me feel loved and comforted. They make me think of you.”
Steven’s chest tightens with emotion. Slowly, he slips his glasses off his nose and puts them back in his shirt pocket, placing the book back on the shelf as he slips his arms around your towel covered body, and he just looks at you.
“Je t'aime plus que tout,” he whispers softly as he brushes a wet strand of hair from your face to behind your ear. His heart squeezes when he sees the way you smile brightly at him. He knows that you love when he speaks French, you’ve always found it romantic and beautiful.
“I love you too, Steven,” you murmur back, leaning in to kiss him softly, which he gladly returns. When you pull back you grin and give his ass a playful squeeze. “Now go take your shower so we can read together before we go to sleep.”
“You got it, love,” he smiles wide, giggling softly as he pulls away to walk to the bathroom.
It’s still steamy in the bathroom from your hot shower, the mirror clouded over with steam. Except for the spot wiped in the center of the mirror, where Steven’s face fits perfectly in, and the words that had been written in your handwriting and Steven realizes you had left him your own love note:
Steven, You Are So Beautiful, Inside And Out. Je T’aime.
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i have a fetish.
#Mm big sexy man#I want to have WILD sex with him#Mr knight#Moon Knight#marvel#marvel cinematic universe#marvel mcu#steven grant#marc spector#jake lockley#marvel smut#moon knight comics#marvel comics#moon knight system#moon boys#moon knight fanfic#moon knight x reader#mr knight x reader
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ABC's of Sex with Steven Grant
pairing: Steven Grant x gn! reader (mentions Marc and Jake x reader)
warnings: SMUT. LOTS OF IT. slight switch Steven and Reader, professor kink, hand kink, bondage, virgin! Steven, mentions of mental illness and DID, I believe there's some canon level violence, read at your own risk
Summary: A headcanon style fic about the diff aspects of sex with Steven Grant
A/N: I do not have DID myself, so of there is anything that I get wrong/ any harmful stereotypes please call me out. I have done research on DID and do my best to keep it both accurate to real life as well as the show. But I can still get things wrong, so don't hesitate to point anything out :) I also apologize for any writing mistakes
dividers by @firefly-graphics
A=Aftercare
(what he's like after the deed)
Steven is the king of aftercare. He's littering wherever he can reach with kisses, praising you, thanking you. "Fuck, darling, that was amazing, you're amazing," He'd say. If the two of you are up for it, he'll draw a warm bath. You'd bathe each other off, trading compliments and "I love you's." He would get you a little snack and a drink if you wanted, brushing light kisses over any marks he made, a silent apology even though he knew you loved the marks. If neither of you felt like taking a bath, he'd eventually pull himself away from you and return with two warm washcloths as well as a dry one. He'd clean himself off, then you before drying the both of you. He'd leave once more to put the washcloths in the hamper and return for a final time with water for the both of you. He'd slip back in bed with you, holding you tight, as if he was scared you'd go. You returned his praises from earlier, and the two of you traded many "I love you's" before drifting off to sleep.
B=Body Part
(favorite of his and favorite of yours)
Before meeting you, Steven didn't really have a favorite body part. He didn't really have an accurate picture of himself. He knew what he looked like, but things were just off. After meeting you, he'd truly come to sometimes love his looks. Specifically, his hands. Mostly due to your fascination with them. You'd stare at them as he talked, always holding them or fidgeting with his fingers, and he always let you. He also loved how his hands looked roaming your body, squeezing you ass, or bringing you to pleasure inside you. Honorable mention of his curls. He loves when you play with them and put them up into funny hairstyle and pull at them with his head between your legs.
Steven doesn't think he could answer what his favorite body part of yours is. If he was asked, he'd probably go on a long ramble, saying different body parts and the things he liked about each of them. Nope, he definitely could never choose. He loved your tummy, whether it be chubby or skinny or ripped- it didn't matter to him. He loved your thighs, how they squeezed his head when he would give you head. He loved to lie on his back and use them as pillows while reading on his bed or on the couch. He loves your eyes and how they sparkle when you tell a joke or talk about something your passionate about. He loves your smile, and he loves that very often, he's the cause of that smile. You neck, shoulders, ass, hips, nose, hair- you were perfect in every way to him. He could never ever choose.
C=Cum
(where, how much, what he's like, etc)
Steven is the most vocal of the three when he cums. He moaning, grunting, whining. He's praising you for how good you make him feel, how perfect you are. He'll cum wherever you want him to. Inside, in your mouth, on your face, chest, thighs- wherever. He loves all of them. He cums a lot, like you had never seen a bigger load. He was a bit embarrassed at first, but when you swallowed it all down after sucking him off, he actually became quite proud of it.
D=Dirty Secret
(what was he hiding from you until you found out yourself?)
He likes being in control sometimes. Steven spent his whole life being seen as a pushover, as someone people could walk all over, so when given the chance he will show you how much of a pushover he isn't. Don't get him wrong, he loves when you're more in control sometimes, but others he just wants to fuck you until you're crying his name. He wants to leave his marks on you. Who would ever guess that soft, ever so sweet Steven could be so dominant in bed?
E=Experience
(how much/ little does he have?)
You were Steven's first actually, he had been on some dates, but never anything past a makeout sesh. The first time was a bit awkward, but he was so eager to please you. He would ask what made you feel good, let you guide his hand, whatever he could do to learn. He caught on quickly, Steven was a fast learner after all.
F=Favorite Position
(self explanatory)
It's depends, if you're feeling more in control that day, he loves having you on top of him. Being able to see all of you, he loves being able to grab your ass and guide your hips down on him, unable to stop himself from bucking his hips up into yours. If he is feeling more in control, he'll go for the good ole missionary. He just feels so close to you that way, it makes him feel in control. He can pin your arms down and fuck you a proper way into next Sunday. He can reach down and pleasure you more with his hand. He loves how you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. He also loves seeing your face when you cum. Truly, what gets him off is you getting off. He relishes in your pleasure.
G=Goofy
(is he more goofy or serious in bed?)
Steven has definitely shared some more goofy moments with you in bed, much more than Marc and Jake ever have combined. He's a bit clumsy and has taken a few falls, gotten clothes stuck, and other moments that honestly embarrass him, but make you fall all the more in love with your favorite dork.
H=Hair
(does the carpet match the drapes?)
Since they all share the same body, it's the same for all of them, keep it trimmed and neat- only shaving for special occasions (anniversaries, birthdays, valentine's)
I=Intamacy
(what is his version of intamacy?)
Steven is the most intimate of the three. While Marc and Jake have come a long way, Steven has always had a deep intamacy with you. He's honest about things, wants to share all of what happened to him- tell you everything, and you do the same with him. He loves making love to you telling and showing you how much you mean to him. How much he loves and adores you. He loves hearing every little detail about your day, he'll read you to sleep, come up behind you while you're cooking and rant about how amazing you are. His intamacy extends much beyond the bedroom as it's something he's always longed for.
J=Jack Off
(how, when, where, why does he jack off, if he does?)
Before you, Steven was used to many lonely night with his hand. He would jack off sometimes to keep himself awake, imagining the touch of someone else there with him who loved him despite of what he thought at the time was his sleeping disorder. Now he has you, he doesn't need to jack off- at least by himself. Steven is a pretty big fan of mutual masterbation, but he can't ever keep his hands to himself for too long.
K=Kinks
(what's he into?)
Steven had never really explored his kinks until he met you. He discovered his praise kink, he loved hearing how good he was doing and he returned the same to you. He loves having his hair pulled and sometimes even being tied up. When he's in control, he found out he's what's called a "soft dom." He uses your own pleasure to dominate you, he asks nicely for you to do things for him. He had to admit, he loved seeing you tied up as well, completely at his mercy. He would tell you how pretty you looker for him. He would pleasure you until tears were streaming down your face. "Doing so good for me, baby, so so good. I'm so lucky to have such a sweet little angel, yeah?" Honestly, out of the three of them, you were the best for Steven. To Marc and Jake, you were a big time brat. Smarting off to them, directly disobeying their orders in order to get punished. But with Steven, he just always asked so nicely, making you easily bend to his will. Marc and Jake were honestly a but jealous sometimes about how easily you obeyed Steven, but they also wouldn't trade your brattiness for the world.
L=Location
(where's his favorite place to do it?)
Steven would do it nearly anywhere with you, but his favorite is just the plain old bed in his apartment. It's comfortable, easy to access, and he can fall asleep cuddling you after the deed in it. Though he has to admit, he loved fucking you spread out for him on his desk after you gave him head while he was stuck in a book for an ungodly amount of time.
M=Motivation
(what gets him going?)
Seeing you in his clothes. He had no idea how much that would turn him on. It had been laundry day for you, and you were out of clothes. Lucky for you, Steven's had just come out of the dryer. They were warm and smelled fresh and you found yourself throwing a sweater on with only your last pair of clean underwear. When Steven came home, he swore he nearly creamed his pants at the sight of you. That night, not much sleep was acquired by either of you, and ever since then Steven is constantly letting you wear his clothes, almost to the point where you no longer wear yours.
N=No
(what are his limits?)
Steven could never actually hurt you. He knows that some pain feels good to you, and he's more than willing to do that, but anything to harm you is a no for him.
O=Oral
(is he a giver? a taker?)
Steven is a giver. 100%. He will stay down there as long as you let. Like you will literally have to pull him off of you. He loves feeling your thighs on either side of his head, bringing you pleasure with his mouth. He loves hearing you moan and feeling your body twist and squirm with pleasure. As much as he loves the sights and feelings of you giving him head, he loves giving it to you more.
P=Pace
(how fast, slow, rough, or gentle is he?)
He will go at whatever pace you ask him to. If it's one of those nights where you just need to feel each other abd be in each other's embrace, he'll take it slower, make sweet love to you, show you how much he loves you. Bit as soon as you ask him to go harder or faster, he's right there with you, fucking you into next Sunday.
Q=Quickie
(how's feel about them?)
He's not the biggest fan of them as he prefers to savor the moment and spend as long with you as the both of you can take it, he knows that sometimes a quickie is all either of you can take or have time for. A quickie before a mission also always boosts his confidence.
R=Risk
(is he willing to get a little risky during the frisky?)
He's willing to do nearly anything for you and that includes taking risks in bed. Though, if things don't go exactly how planned, He's profusely apologizing, even if it wasn't his fault. "Oh my God, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, love Are you okay? Shit, I'm sorry. Lemme help you, yeah? You alright?" No matter how many times you tell him that you're okay and that it wasn't his fault he keeps checking in on you, and you can't help but feel so loved by your sweet boy.
S=Stanima
(How long can he go for?)
It completely depends. The first time you had sex, he came in his pants while you dry humped him. He just couldn't help it, you felt so good and looked so hot, it just happened. But he can also stave off his own pleasure and release for quite awhile. He'll work you up and make you cum until you see starts with his mouth, with his hands before finally sinking into. He loves to edge the both of you, stopping when either of you get close until you're both begging for release.
T=Toys
(does he own any for himself? for you?)
He never had any until he met you. With you though, he loves using them to aid in pleasuring you. Whether it be vibrators, cock rings for you or himself, dildos, literally anything you want- he will get it for you.
U=Unfair
(is he a tease?)
Steven is unfair without always knowing it. He talks with his hands and you can't help but watch as you remember how they feel inside you. He'll roll up his sleeves revealing his gorgeous forearms. Turn around and show off that gorgeous ass. He's such a turn on and most of the time he has no idea until you're literally jumping his bones about to lose your mind over how horny you are.
V=Volume
(how loud or quiet is he during the hanky panky?)
Steven is the loudest of the three, especially after learning how much his noises turn you on. You loves sucking him off and hearing his cries of pleasure. His whines of your name. You loved making him so desperate that he would finally lose some of his gentlemanliness and fuck you until you screamed his name. He will praise you with how good you feel. "Oh fuck, you feel so good, love. So good for me, yeah? So fuckin tight around me. Feel good for you?" You're nodding your head frantically as your words have just become swears, pleas, and Steven's name. "Look at you, look so good like this. Fucked dumb, huh?" Steven took notes from Jake and Marc on dirty talking.
W=Wildcard
(Random headcanon about him. Go!)
Steven has a major professor kink. You'll come up to his desk while he's in the middle of his studies of ancient Eygpt, asking him innocently to tell you what he's reading about. That will start one of his long rants. He's using his hands to talk and there's a sparkle in his eyes that's only there when he's talking about something he holds so dearly. It always starts off innocent, but his ramblings of his vast knowledge of Egypt just turn you on and at some point you're looking at him with hungry eyes. You move your hand to his thigh, rubbing it gently as you nod your head along to whatever he's saying, no longer able to actually pay attention. You breathing becomes more labored as you watch is hands, thinking about feeling them all of your body, inside you. When he finally stops for a breath, you take your chance. You look up at him with doe eyes. "Professor Grant, I just don't think I'm getting this part," You say, pointing at whatever book is on his desk. "Do you think we could go over it again?" After that, it's over for Steven. He has you bent over the desk, reading it out loud to him as he fucks you. He doesn't let you cum until you finish the chapter or whatever and makes you start over everytime you stop for an extended period of time or just fuck up a pronunciation of a god's name.
X=X-ray
(what's going on down there?)
Steven is big and thick. Marc is Jewish, so he's most likely circumcised. His cock is a few shades darker than the rest of his tanned skin and the tip is almost purple-ish (especially when he's aroused)
Y=Yearning
(how horny is he?)
Steven is better at hiding it, but he is a horny bastard just like Marc and Jake. He's almost embarrassed every time he gets aroused, but he can't help it around you. All you have to do is walk into a room and he's staring at you in awe, as if you were the most beautiful piece of artwork in existence. And to him- you are. He just can't believe he got so lucky. He's just lil ol' Steven, and you- you're YOU. So yes, he will take you whenever and where ever you want it.
Z=Zzz
(how fast does he fall asleep after the deed?)
Even though it usually wears him slap out, he keeps himself awake for you. He's determined to make sure you're fully taken care of before he succumbs to sleep. Hell- he'll even wait for you to fall asleep before he finally does. This man is the master of keeping himself awake, no matter how tired he is. You of course, reassure him over and over that you're all good, that he needs his rest, but he's always doing just one last thing for you.
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listen, the pedro characters and the oscar isaac characters would find you so pretty even when you’re just doing mundane things
like you’ll be laying in bed in a big t-shirt and pajama pants eating a bedtime snack (like a leftover cupcake or something), and he’ll just look at you with stars in his eyes and a small, soft smile.
you’ll look up from your snack and into his eyes, asking him why he was looking at you like that.
“you look so hot baby”, he would say, letting out a big loving sigh as he places his cheek to his palm.
your face is full of surprise for a brief moment before a soft smile is brought to your face as well, and you move your face down to the snack in your hand. you continue smiling as you eat and he lets out another dreamy sigh.
at one point he turns your head towards him, gently brushing a few crumbs off of your lips and then licking those crumbs off his fingers cheekily.
you can decide where this goes ;)
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— citrus light.
pairing: steven grant x fem!reader (mentions of marc)
genre: pwp, smut
word count: 1.6k
warnings: glove kink, exhibitionism (they do it on the roof but no one sees), vaginal s.ex, dirty talking, rough s.ex, reader is aware of alters and moon knight, creampie, dom!steven, sub!reader
a/n: because i'm obsessed with mr knight
steven grant playlist
You love the city especially at night.
The way the cold wind brushes the loose strands out of your face, the way it rouses goosebumps across your skin. You love the lights, they remind you of the stars but instead of the sky they decorate the very earth you walk on. You look down on the city from the rooftop, everything seems so tiny.
It’s rare for Steven to let you join him on a mission, so you savor every bit of it. You generally help him with collecting info, whereabouts and then you just watch him capture the poor fools who think they can escape the vengeance of the moon. Honestly, it’s better than TV.
You feel his presence and turn on your heel to face him. He’s breathing heavily, a bit of blood scattered across the white gloves of his knuckles. A shudder runs up your spine, Mr. Knight was certainly something else. You’ve met his Moon Knight persona as well; Marc Spector. His costume is also intriguing but it doesn’t make you feel the same way Mr. Knight's clear white suit does. Maybe it’s just because the fact that you know Steven is underneath. Maybe you just have a thing for suits. But whatever the reason is, you were certainly feeling the pulse of your arousal between your legs.
“Enjoying the view, darling?”
You swallow and quickly hide your emotions underneath a grin.
“Maybe,” you roll your tongue. “You got dirty this time,”
“Happens to the best of us love, can’t help it when they try to run,”
With that, the stains of blood fade into his suit. Steven walks up to you, backing you against the stone railing of the roof. Your breath catches in your throat when you stagger back, but you have little to worry when he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against his body. He looks down at you with those bright glowing eyes, you can’t read his expression under the mask. You hate it, but you also love it. Without thinking you raise your hand and place a palm against his covered cheek, he presses his face into the inside of your palm but his eyes never blink.
“‘Missed you today,” he says, words muffled. “I’m glad you enjoy our little adventures,”
“Of course.” your hand slides down from his face to his chest. You feel the soft fabric under your fingers, your lips parting with a silent whine. “You know how much I love seeing you in a suit,”
“I sure do, why else would I bring you here? I need to show off or else what’s the point?”
“Saving people?”
“Ah yes, of course. That too. Saving people is always nice,”
His hand glides down your waist and gently squeezes your ass. He shoves your hips together, you gasp, face feeling hotter by every passing minute. Steven presses his forehead against yours and groans, it’s an animalistic groan, strong enough to have you shaking. His gloved fingers dig into your clothed flesh. He grinds his hips, the feeling of his semi-erect cock against your aching cunt electrifies your every nerve.
“Collecting the spoils after is als very nice though,”
“Oh is that how you see me now?” you coo. “A prize to be given after battle? How 33rd century of you, Steven Grant. And here I thought you were better than most,”
“I am, love,” you can hear the smile in his voice. “I’m simply telling you how beautiful I think you are,”
“I’m not convinced, you should prove it to me,”
A choked laughter rips from his throat, he slightly pulls back to get a better look at you.
“Prove it to you? As in prove it to you right now?”
You simply bat your eyelashes at him, he seems to understand you perfectly.
“Oh, naughty,”
Your world suddenly shifts and you find yourself staring at the city once more. Steven rolls his hips, clothed cock rubbing against the curves of your ass. You brace yourself by putting your hands on the rail but you feel like your knees might give in at any moment. The heat of your bodies pressed together is enough to have you moaning his name, his one arm snakes around your waist while the other travels up your body, his gloved fingers squeezing the sides of your chin. Obediently, you open up and he presses two fingers down against your tongue, feeling the wetness of it between them.
“Close,”
Your body shudders at the comment but you obey anyway. Slowly, you close your lips and swirl your tongue around the digits, the taste of leather coats your tongue. His chest rumbles as he breathes.
“I don’t want you making a lot of noise, love. So you keep sucking on them nice and good, yeah?”
Steven swiftly tugs down your pants and you groan at the cold air touching the warmth of your legs. He pushes his fingers further down, a warning to be quiet. You take in a sharp breath and swallow around them. Steven presses the blunt tip of his cock against your entrance and teases you by gliding his length between your wet folds. You squirm, the voices coming from your throat becoming louder.
“Want me to fuck you like this, right here in the open?” he asks, but you know he’s not actually waiting for an answer. “You really like the suit, don’t you? My kinky little princess,”
Steven pushes in without warning and has you making a mess both around his fingers and cock. Spit drools down the corners of your mouth as you cry out, teeth digging into his fingers. He stays still inside, waiting for you to adjust to him while your cunt twitches and flutters around his length.
“That’s my good girl, so good for me,”
He begins to move.
Steven is a tease in every part of his life but this habit of his becomes ten fold during times like this. He sets a hard, yet slow pace, grinding into you at every third or fourth thrust. He doesn’t rush, making you feel every inch and curve of his cock deep inside of you. Every movement he makes, he makes for you– Your pleasure. The arm he has around your hand slides up and he grabs your breast, squeezing it so hard that you’re screaming but every sound you make is muffled by his fingers.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes across the roof, the pounding of his hips becoming faster, harder. Slick drips down your thighs and leaves dark marks on the ground underneath. Your eyes roll back, your breathing frantic as he pants heavily right next to your ear. You want to kiss him, want to feel him against your lips. Your cunt tightens around him and you begin to make inconhendarable noises so loud that he pulls his fingers out. Steven grabs your chin and turns your head slightly so that you can see a bit of his face, despite fucking you sensless on top of a roof, he was still thinking of your neck. Ever the sweetheart.
“What is it?” he rasps. “What do you want?”
You choke out.
“A kiss, I want to kiss you,”
The mask suddenly disappears and you see Steven in all his glory– The sheer coating of sweat, the lust in his eyes, the parting of his lips. The mere look is enough to elicit a moan from you, he smiles as he grinds his hips, watching the way your eyes roll back and lips parting even further. He takes this opportunity to press his tongue against yours, you imagine this is what ambrosia tastes like, the food of the gods. He tastes impeccable, he tastes like a dream. Steven sucks your bottom lip and pulls away, then he pushes his fingers right back between your lips.
Steven begins to slam his hips and your eyelids flutter, your vision becoming blurry as he drills his cock into you. You feel the fabric of the mask against your ear again, his fingers finally leave your mouth and you feel the wetness of them circling your clit. Your thighs tremble, he draws quick circles around the sensitive nub, shots of pleasure shooting throughout your body. A string of curse words falls from your lips, he’s fucking into you quick and hard now, every time your pussy clenches around his lenght, his breath stutters. You’re both so close–
The coil inside of you snaps, waves of pleasure washing over you as you sob, fat tears rolling down your face. Your hips jerk, cunt gushing out around him as he continues to thrust into you. He works your oversensitive cunt, rocking his hips until he’s the sole thing holding you up– With one more thrust he’s spilling in to you, filling you up as a moan of his own tears away from his lips. His cum comes out in thick ropes, and there’s so much. Your whole body is quivering.
Steven slowly pulls out of you, cum dribbling down your thighs and making a mess out of your legs. He pulls up your trousers and turns you so you would face him, strong arms wrapping around your figure as he brings you in for a tight embrace.
“You’re just…so perfect you know that right, love?”
“I do now,” you chuckle, resting your forehead against his broad chest. “I feel the same way about you too, I hope you know that,”
“I know,”
He says that but his voice is hesitant. You decide not to say anything about it, you still had much to do in order for Steven to love himself as much as you loved him. But that’s alright. You have all the time in the world.
“Want me to take you home now?”
You nod.
“Yeah, or else I might just dose of right here,”
“Well we can’t have that now, can we? You’ll catch a cold.”
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The love I have for Marc Spector, Steven Grant, and Jake Lockley is insurmountable.
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baby scarab || 64
masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist
A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))
please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait
pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader
TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, kinda rushed? angst, more angst, yelling, mentions of past child abuse, let me know if i missed anything.
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you were sat at the table in the kitchen the next morning while slowly picking at a muffin steven had made earlier.
marc sat across from you, and layla had left earlier as well.
it was silent. too silent. you could hear every drop of rain that fell on the ground a couple stories down.
that was until you decided to speak up.
"so... am i still grounded?" you ask uncomfortably.
marc sighs a runs a hand through his hair. "yes. but.. for less time. and i know this will.. absolutely break your heart but.. but..... oh motherfu- jake you do it"
"no"
"darling listen.." steven takes over. "we decided as a group.. and your mother and even khonshu agrees but... we've decided that you won't be able to be arachnid until you're eighteen.." your heart drops at stevens sentence.
"what..?" you ask shakily and marc sighs.
"i know it's hard to hear, but we really mean it this time. we can't have you out there getting hurt-"
"but you do it all the time!" you interrupt. "jake knows how important it is to me- he agrees that i should have freedom! right jake?" you look to him in the mirror and he gives you a sad look.
"wha- jake?! you too?! seriously- i- you've seen what i can do- i-" you cut yourself off, tearing up and putting your head in your hands, allows resting on the table.
steven sighs sadly. "it's okay darling, we're sorry but- you need to focus on your school work, i mean it's the beginning of march and you're failing almost all your classes! you haven't even been in school all too much either!" he raises his voice and you look up at him.
"you can't do this- it doesn't matter if i graduate i don't even know what i'm going to do in life- all i have are these stupid powers!" you tell back at him and a stern look takes over stevens face.
"no, you listen. you need to graduate, i'm not letting you throw your life away-"
"why not?! you're already taking away everything else!" you cut him off again.
steven scoffs, which is something unlike him to do. "excuse me? we are taking away one thing- and it hurts you don't you understand? it's gotten you kidnapped!" he raises his voice another notch.
you groan out of annoyance. "steven just stop- im not giving this up, i can't" you start. "there's people out there that need my help-"
"they have us, kid" marc says and you look to the mirror where he looks at you. "you aren't invincible! you're just a kid, you shouldn't be out there risking your life-"
"neither should you! what if one day khonshu can't heal you?! what- what if one day i just sit here like an idiot waiting for you to come home and you never do?!" you stand up from your seat.
"y/n we will always come home- but you however are young and inexperienced. you are more likely to die out there than we are" steven answers. "we can't lose you. we are doing this because we love you, i need you to understand that" he quiets his voice and you sigh, sitting back down.
"but that's why i-" you're interrupted by khonshu appearing in a thick fog before he turns to steven.
"we must go!" he shouts and you look to steven in a panic.
"no! i- i just got back-"
"darling listen, we will continue this when we get back but you have to promise me you'll stay here-"
"don't just leave! what's wrong with you?!-"
"casper is coming over to make sure you stay put- now we really have to go-" steven continues to talk over you while his suit forms onto his body.
"steven this isn't fair-"
"don't talk to me about 'fair', now i love you, just stay here" steven days before leaving out the window, making you stare with wide eyes at all that just happened.
"great job 'dad'. sending my fucking boyfriend to come babysit me" you mutter under your breath as you speed walk to your room and slam the door shut, falling onto your bed face first.
that's when you immediately hear a knock at the front door and you groan out of annoyance.
"yeah okay- can't even get a fucking minute of peace" you mumble, swinging your door open to march to the front door.
you open it to see casper with a sad smile on his face. "are you okay?" he asks quietly and you sigh, dragging him in by his sleeve and shutting the door.
"i'm fine. it's not like you came here just to babysit me" you say sarcastically and sit down on the couch with your arms crossed.
casper sighs and goes to sit next to you. "i came here to make sure you're okay. and because i love you" he says honestly, and you look over to him.
"and to make sure i don't leave" you add and he shakes his head.
"even i know that i couldn't stop you if you really wanted to leave" he says and you nod. "that's true-"
"but you wouldn't. i can tell how exhausted you are right now" casper tells you and you look away, biting the inside of your cheek.
"i'm not even-"
"come on, marc told me everything that happened. have you even tried to sleep since then?" he asks and you stay quiet.
casper sighs and stands up in front of you, offering you a hand. "come on" is all he says before you take his hand.
he takes you to your room and pulls the blanket back on your bed.
you get the message and sit down, looking up at casper as he slips his shoes off before joining you.
"just get some sleep, okay? i'm worried about you" he pushes you down so that your head hits your pillow.
"i'm really not in the mood to sleep right now-" you try sitting back up and casper moves behind you to put his arms around your waist, keeping you from sitting up.
"casper-"
"you're not getting out of this and i'm not leaving until you fall asleep"
"how about you just don't leave at all"
"deal"
you smile to yourself before turning around in casper's arms to face him.
"and for the record, i love you too" you lean to press a kiss to casper's lips before burying your face in his neck.
casper sighs in content and hugs you closer, feeling almost just as tired as you were.
i'm not even two minutes both of you were fast asleep in each others arms, not a care in the world about anything that has ever happened.
meanwhile a few hours later you were still asleep, but in a different position.
you were on your back, head to the side while casper was still hugging your waist but with his face buried in your stomach.
and that's what jake had come home to.
he smiles as and shook his head before closing your door and quietly cleaning up the dried blood on his face.
it wasn't his by the way.
another hour passed and marc was extremely stressed about how tense them and you were before they left, and was almost scared of the next conversation you were going to have once you woke up.
he heard your door open a moment later and thought the worst.
that was until he realized it was casper and not you. he unknowingly let out a sigh of relief as casper approached him.
"how was she?" marc asks quietly and casper sits down next to him.
"justifiably angry" he starts. "i know that she understands why you're taking away arachnid, but it is a part of her now" he explains and marc sighs.
"i know but she's my kid.. she should be focusing on school, not listening to the news and going out to risk her life everyday" marc rants and casper nods.
"i miss her" casper confesses. "the real y/n. she used to try, like actually try. she had a job, and she tried her hardest in school but now.. she's changed so much" he takes a breath. "and i get that she's been going through things lately, like being kidnapped and- and taken by the police but- i need her back" he looks tearfully to marc, who gives him a concerned look.
"i can't let her destroy herself, i just can't" casper hides his tears behind his hands. "i love her marc. i would do anything to make her happy again"
marc puts a gentle hand on his shoulder. "i.. i know how that feels" he starts. "i'm glad she found someone like you.. and i hate that i just admitted that" casper smiles slightly at marc's comment and wiped his tears away.
"thank you, sir"
"call me marc.. you've earned it" marc mumbles and casper nods before marc furrows his brows in thought.
and that was when jake fronted, and casper noticed a change.
"you guys didn't actually have sex did you?" jake questions and casper quickly shakes his head
"no- no. we didn't..." he says.
"but?" jake adds and casper sighs.
"she.. she tried to get something started and i could tell she didn't want it" casper starts. "i.. i stopped her before anything actually happened.."
jake looks down at the ground. "..are you both okay?" he asks and casper nods.
"yeah, i.. i know she wasn't in the right headspace.... and i knew she was hurting" he finishes and jake nods.
"thank you"
casper looks confused. "for what? i just did the right thing- anybody would've done it-"
"no i.. we thank you for protecting her. even though she's technically a 'superhero' she still needs someone" jake starts. "someone like you" he admits and casper smiles slightly.
he's about to say something when you come wandering out, yawning and wiping away the tear stains from your cheeks.
nobody said anything. you just stood looking at them.
"you guys were talking about me.. weren't you?" you ask, already knowing the answer.
"all good things" casper tells you. he thought that one little lie couldn't hurt, as long as you didn't use all your energy up again from crying and being overall angry.
"does this mean you have to go home?" you ask him, not even bothering to acknowledge jake.
casper sighs. "i believe it does.. but we will see each other at school tomorrow, and i can help you get caught up" he offers while standing up.
you simply nod and tiredly walk over to him, wrapping your arms around him waist in a hug.
casper hugs you back and when you let go he heads to the door.
"i'll see you tomorrow, y/n. take care of yourself for me" he says before leaving.
you stare at the door for a moment before looking hesitantly at jake.
there was an awkward silence before either of you said anything.
"are you still mad at us?" jake asks which earns a scoff from marc at his bad choice in starting a conversation.
you furrow your brows and cross your arms in front of your chest. "what do you think, dip shit?" you retort and jake stands up with his hands on his hips.
"disculpe?" jake responds and you look away from him with a shake of your head.
"hey- look at me when i'm talking to you" he says sternly so with attitude, you look back at jake, who seemed to switch.
"don't call him that" steven starts, taking his hands off his hips to put them in his sweaters pockets. "you don't get to swear at us like that-"
"yeah? but what stopped me before?" you interrupt and steven takes a deep breath.
"don't interrupt me, and when you did it before it wasn't to hurt us- you better apologize to him or so help me-"
"so help you what? what are you going to do? send my boyfriend back here to babysit me while you go fuck around in your stupid suit?" you start angrily. "how about taking my phone- oh wait! you already have! god knows when i'll fucking get it back!"
"you watch your tone-"
"i'm not finished 'steven'" you say his name as if it's a curse in your mouth. "bet you're regretting adopting me now, huh? it's all been shits and giggles up until you took everything away from me! first my phone- and- and then arachnid- what's next?! are you going to starve me?! resort to beating me, because i damn well deserve it!"
stevens eyes widen at your words and the fact that your angrily yelling at him, marc and jake are just as shocked but can't find anything to possibly say.
"why did you even adopt me?! why bother trying- you've never been around kids before- and marc's had a bunch of trauma associated with it so why?!" you yell in stevens face and he hesitates in putting a hand on each of your shoulders.
"listen. we love you y/n, please just tell us why you're so worked up" he offers quietly and calmly and you stare up at him confused.
"..what...- you- answer my damn question!" you shove his hands off you you.
"we adopted you because we all saw part of ourselves in you.." steven starts.
that's when marc fronted. it was getting to be a bit too much for steven.
"even before jake.. me and steven both saw a part of ourselves in you. and you were hurting. you were overworked with school and your job, and you were being bullied at school- we had to at least help you" he starts and you calm down enough to listen.
"we.. grew attached. we became protective over you because we saw you as our kid. i have always had trouble expressing.. feelings... and so have you now please, please just tell us what's bothering you" he takes a breath. "please baby, i know you're hurting just tell us how we can help you" his voice breaks at the end of his sentence and you look down at the ground.
it's silent for a minute while you try and hold back tears.
"i.. if i can't help then what's the point..?" you start slowly, still staring at the floor. "i don't want to just sit here and do nothing... nobody else knows what's going on out there with harrow- and- and all that shit- i just want to stop it. it's my fault" you take a deep breath.
"i should've died out there where my mother left me.." you manage to rasp out before marc looks at you in absolute terror.
he moves his hands to each side of your face to lift your head up so he could look you in the eyes.
"don't you ever say that again, you hear me? nothing is your fault- and we're sorry for being so hard on you when you got home but you need to learn. you need to have a life outside arachnid, where you can get a job you love- maybe have a family of your own one day but you can't do that it you're constantly being hurt physically and emotionally" he pauses. "you need a break"
you don't say anything but your eyes gather with tears as you take in a shaky breath.
"..i'm sorry...." you manage to squeak out before tumbling into full blown sobs.
"i'm so sorry- i didn't mean to yell at you guys! i know why you do these things and i shouldn't take my anger out on you it's not fair! i'm sorry- i'm so so sorry-!" you get pulled into marc's chest, and your arms fall around his shoulders as you cry your heart out into his shirt.
"shh.. it's okay, we know you. we know you don't mean those things-"
"no marc you don't understand! i've been a horrible person to you guys and you didn't even do anything-"
"no. stop thinking like that, okay? i only want to hear you say good things about yourself, none of this self deprecating bullshit" marc rubs your back as you calm down, and you refuse to look up at him.
"i'm sorry.." you wipe your face. "stevens suit isn't stupid.. it's great" you sniff.
"it's okay darling, are you feeling better?" steven speaks up through the mirror on the wall.
"i shouldn't have yelled at you.." you say quietly, and wipe at your wet cheeks again.
"it's alright, you were just blowing off steam.. but next time just talk to us okay?" steven requests gently and you nod.
"good, now you seriously need to eat something, you're going to pass out from exhaustion" marc says and guides you back to the kitchen table where your muffin still sits from earlier in the day.
"if you want something else-"
"no.. it's fine" you cut him off and start taking small bites of the muffin.
you eat your muffin while marc sits across from you at the table, trying to decide if he should say anything.
he overall decides to, with the help of steven and jake.
"is there anything else bothering you..?" he asks and you look up at him and nod slightly.
he tilts his head at you as if asking you to go on.
you sigh and look down at the table, specifically the empty muffin wrapper.
"i just.. i miss how we used to be. i've been a terrible girlfriend to casper too.." you voice your worries and marc sighs.
"i miss you too. you lost yourself for a while and we are all here to help you, you know that" he starts. "and don't worry about casper. that kid loves you so much, i've seen it"
you look up at him and nod, slowly standing up from your chair, making marc do the same.
you slowly walk over to him to snake your arms around his waist and rest your forehead on his chest.
marc gently puts a hand around the back of your head and the other around your shoulder.
"it's okay. you'll be okay, kid" he tells you, which makes you tear up again.
you stood there with him for what felt like hours, and he didn't mind one bit.
steven and jake let him have this moment with you, letting him hold you while you calmed yourself.
who knows what the future would bring from here?
would you turn yourself around? would you go back to being an angst teenager?
but more importantly, would you lose someone close to you..?
i guess we won't know until later.
much later.
you thought this was going to be the end of this little chapter of your life didn't you?
tsk. you should know me better than that by now-
anyways, now, you're doing much better. it was now middle of april and you've gotten your grades up to C's, you get your phone for the day, and your dads take it at night and charge it in the kitchen.
your cats are no longer kittens, they have matured to the point where they fight for a spot on your bed, and whoever loses has to usually sleep with marc.
you'd gone on a couple dates with casper, who had gotten his first job at an ice cream parlor about 5 minutes away from his house.
so of course, he had to spoil you and take you to a fancy restaurant.
with a live quartet too. he wore the nicest clothes he had, and you did as well.
layla lent you an old dress of hers for the occasion, it was dark red with gold accents around the trim.
casper thought you crash landed there from heaven that night.
now back to present day, casper was walking you home from school while you fidgeted with your phone.
casper noticed the nervous tick, so he spoke up. "hey, you feeling alright?" he asks and you nod slightly.
"yeah.. just.. evie asked me to go to a party with her tonight and i'm nervous to ask my dads" you voice your worries and casper hums.
"well the worst they can do is say no" he points out and you turn your head to smile at him.
"i know. i guess i just needed reassurance, so thank you" you say kindly and casper opens the door to your apartment building for you.
"it's no problem. do you want me to come up with you?" he asks.
"no, that's okay. you should get home and get your brace off, i know it's been itching lately" you offer and casper chuckles.
"well i'll see you tomorrow then" he smiles.
you nod and lean in to give him a quick peck on the lips before backing up to the elevator.
"i love you, see you tomorrow" you smile and he waves before leaving.
you get a bit nervous in the elevator, watching the numbers rise as you reach your floor.
'the worst they can do is say no' you chant in your head before unlocking the door.
you walk in and leave your bag by the door while steven made tea at the stove.
"hey darling, how was school?" he turns to you for a second with a grin.
"it was good.." you say and steven turns to you with a confused look on his face.
"and..?" he asks and you fidget with your fingers before looking up at him.
"evie invited me to a party tonight.." you say quietly and steven looks over to the mirror on the wall.
"but it's fine if you want me to stay here i understand-"
"how much homework do you have?" marc asks and you blink a few times before answering.
"casper helped me finish it all during lunch"
marc sighs before nodding to steven.
"you can.. you can be out until 11 at the latest. and we will drive you there and back. you're lucky it's a weekend" he jokes and you smile at him.
"you mean it? i can go?" you ask excitedly.
steven nods. "you've been doing better, i think.. we think it'll be a nice reward for you, to keep you motivated, you know?"
"thank you!" you rush to hug steven and both marc and jake smile at you through the mirror.
steven reluctantly pulls away as jake speaks up. "now go clean your room"
"okay!- thanks dads!" you yell as you run to your room to begin cleaning.
i mean, what's the harm in letting you go to a party with your friend?
you've pulled yourself together and began focusing on school and your relationships with your loved ones.
you were finally you again.
what could possibly go wrong?
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A/N : omg this took way too long, but IM BACK!! i have more time to write now and im back in my baby scarab mindset lol. hope you enjoyed, and ill see you later!!
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Teacher Love ~Steven Grant Imagine~
Requested by anonymous:
Steven Grant x gn reader, Steven being history professor (preferably in hs/middle school, he would be great with kids I just know it), reader showing up in his class, unannounced, Steven continuing to teach and at the end of the class, reader asks him out or tells him to get ready for some fancy suprise or something.
Summary: The students in the school you and Steven work at have a bet to see if you and Steven get together.
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Reader’s Pronouns: They/Them
Warnings: Fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of students, mentions of working at a school
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The students at the high school both you and Steven Grant worked at has always favored you both. And there were many reasons to why.
You were a great English teacher who always had some good jokes and understood that being a teen was rough. You also helped out each student and encouraged them to at least get a good or passing grade.
And there was Steven. A history teacher who had a devotion for mythology. Especially Egyptian mythology. But everyone loved how he taught them and how he was patient with them.
However, it wasn't until the students began to see you two eat in each other's rooms during lunch time. Rotating at least every week. Then they noticed how you two would always sit next to each other in every assembling and every pep rally they would go to. Then it finally came to when a group of students saw you both out at a bookstore together looking a little more friendly.
"I have a question," one of your students asked one day after school.
"Okay. What is it?" You asked, stopping your grading. You smiled up at your student as you looked at them.
"Are you and Mr. Grant a thing?" Your student asked.
"I'm sorry?" You asked confused.
"Sorry, it's just- You two always seem close and most of us would love to see you two get together. I mean, in a way, we ship you two," your student explains.
"Ship?"
"Yeah. Kinda like how most of us ship Gatsby and Nick in The Great Gatsby," your student explains further.
"Well, in all honesty, my personal life should remain personal to me," you tell your student.
"I'm sorry."
"It's alright. Just remember that some people prefer to have their lives private for their own comfort," you tell them.
"Sorry. But also, can you take a look at my essay and see if I'm going in the right track?" Your student asked.
"Of course."
The next day, you told Steven about your interaction with your student. The two of you sat in your classroom as you both ate lunch together. Sometimes, you would make a little dessert for you both and sometimes, Steven would have lunch for you both to eat together.
"What does that mean? Ship? Isn't that a large boat?" Steven asked you.
"It is but I believe it's a slang now for the younger generation. It means that they like us together," you explain.
"Interesting," Steven said as he continued to eat his food.
"Yeah. But the students mean well right?" You asked.
"Yeah. Of course."
After work, you were with one of your other teacher friends as you two were helping each other get a plan ready for your next book assignments.
"So get this, our students ship me and Steven. Isn't that funny?" You asked.
"No. Because everyone can see it. You two really like each other," she tells you.
"What are you talking about?"
"We all see the way you two look at each other," she tells you.
"What do you mean?"
"You two are so oblivious. Look, remember when that one guy asked you out and you declined him?"
"Yes."
"Why did you decline him? It was very obvious he was into you and he was perfect."
"I just wasn't interested."
"Because he wasn't Steven. You know most of your conversations are about what you and Steven do," she mentions.
When you got home, you thought about on what she said. Did you like Steven but is oblivious to your feelings? You looked around at your apartment to see the things that you had out that were gifts from Steven. Your eyes widen in shock as you realized that you did like Steven.
Friday rolled around and you knew what you wanted to do. You didn't have a sixth period or a class before the school day ended. So you slipped into Steven's classroom where he was teaching about the aftermath of World War II. Steven looked at you before looking back at his students.
"Read pages 301 to 305 for a moment please," Steven said before walking over to you.
"Is everything okay?" Steven asked you.
"Yes. I was just wondering if I can watch you and your class till the end?" You asked.
"Of course. Do you want to sit at my desk?" Steven asked you.
"Yes. Thank you," you smiled.
You watched as Steven continue to teach until the bell rung. You waved at some of your students that you had in your class as they walked out of the room. Once you both were alone, you stood up from the table.
"What do I owe the pleasure?" Steven asked you.
"Well, Mr. Grant. I was hoping you can accompany me on a date tonight?" You asked.
"A-A date?" Steven asked in shock. He could feel his heart racing and he could feel himself grow slightly dizzy.
Steven couldn't believe that the person he had been falling in love with everyday, was asking him out on a date.
"Yes. I know this restaurant that has a good vegan menu selection," you tell him.
"I-I would live that," Steven tells you. You smiled at him before kissing his cheek.
"Dress semi-formal. We're going on a date after all," you tell him.
"Of course," Steven smiled happily at you.
Unknowingly, when you walked out of his classroom, your students were around the corner, trying to see if there was any difference after you walked out.
"They're definitely going on a date," one of the students said as they watched you walk away happily.
"Where do you think they're going?"
"Probably somewhere vegan. Remember, Mr. Grant's vegan," one of them pointed out.
"Should we follow them? I'm in the rooting-for-them bet pool and I could get about twenty bucks from ten people each," another student said.
"No. We'll find out on Monday. Come on. My mom's waiting in the car."
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Dance the Knight away (Steven Grant x Reader)
Warnings - None! It’s just pure fluff, and a bit of swearing from the reader. She couldn’t watch her mouth at all!
Pairing - Steven Grant x Female Reader
Synopsis - The reader goes to prom with Steven.
(A/N: the title’s a TWICE song reference, stream their music! And, this is my first time writing a fanfic so, bare with me if it kinda sucks! I hope you enjoy it! <3)
(p.s - this is just a one shot because I’m not into writing lengthy fan fictions yet. :P)
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The evening was filled with laughter and joy, the music surrounds the area and the moon shines brightly from above. It’s been weeks since you asked Steven out if you could be his date for Prom Night and you’re hoping to see him during the evening, the big door creaks open and you see him, in his white suit, all fixed up with him carrying a bouquet of flowers in his hand, he searches the area to look for you, he finally sees you and decides to approach you in the middle of the crowd.
“Ello’ love, I’m really sorry it took me time to get here, now, here we are!” He waves at you and manages to stay enthusiastic as he apologizes for being tardy. He suddenly hands you the bouquet he was holding in his hand. “I wouldn’t want to forget about giving you something as my prom date like all the other boys would do if they get asked out by someone.” He rubs the back of his neck with his hand.
“It’s okay that you weren’t able to get here on time, at least you’re here with me, at this very moment, and that’s what matters to me. Oh, and thank you for the little gift, I appreciate it.” You smile and take the bouquet from his hand, you weren’t really amused that he had his time mixed up in arriving for the event.
You look at him, oh man, this guy hasn’t gotten any sleep at all, his eyes looking all sleepy and his hair, all messy, yet, that did not stop you from liking him. Although he may be your friend, you still happened to like him, and for unusual reasons, the way you had to think twice on liking a friend just feels different when it comes to him. He just happens to have this different “effect” on you that most of your friends don’t even have.
“Well, shall we start.. Dancing?” He offers you his hand as he looks around to see the people in the venue, dancing together. You take his hand and he pulls you close, he then puts one of his hands on your waist and one on your hand, you hold his hand and shoulder, you two start dancing. Moments after, he suddenly looks at you and asks “Can we take this outside? I’m so sorry but the environment happens to overwhelm me so much.. I just don’t like it when people watch us dance, although its a free space and everyone is free to dance together.” He apologizes yet, he tries to make sure that you don’t get pissed off or annoyed by his request.
You then smile, and take his hand, suddenly pulling him towards the door with caution, “It’s okay, there’s no need to worry because I can always take you wherever you’re comfortable with, so.. Let’s get out of here?” He just stares at you and freezes, you then ask him again as you noticed that he zoned out from all the nervousness that he’s currently experiencing, “Shall we?” He finally snaps out and nervously nods at you and looks back at the venue, the two of you finally leave.
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Moments after walking down the long hallway of the building, the both of you finally reach the outer field, as the moon illuminates the field, the both of you run around the field with no one else watching, he then suddenly picks you up, bridal style, and he spins you around the field, he pulls you close and you rest your hands on his shoulders, “You aren’t that heavy as I thought you were, well, honestly, you’re actually that light, I can’t deny.” He playfully chuckles, he then puts you down and points to the Gazebo that’s built in the middle of the field.
“So.. Do you want to go there? Like look, no one’s around except us, it would be bonkers if somebody caught us hanging around here, yeah?” He asks if the two of you can get in the small building, you nod at him and the two of you enter.
The two of you are sat on a small side bench in an open space, “Huh, I guess the moon’s the only thing that’s watching us right now, unless someone’s nosy ass happened to follow us on our way here.” You shrug and point out the bright moon that’s illuminating the wooden flooring of the gazebo. “Well, Steven, listen to me, I have something to tell you, it will definitely sound so fucking weird at first but I hope you understand.” He suddenly brings his head up to look at you as you try to tell him that he hasn’t known for a long time.
“Oh? What is it? Care to tell me? It would be such a blunder if you don’t tell me what you’re willing to tell me at this very moment.” He smiles at you and rests his hands on his knees, he then smoothens out his vest that’s inside of his coat, he tilts his head and raises his brows.
You sigh and slap both of your knees, it took you moments to finally tell him “Steven, I like you, like more than a friend. Ever since we grew closer and closer, my feelings grew as well and I mean that. I was just too afraid to tell you in any other day because I have this really bad experience of getting rejected by my past crushes but, that never stopped me from telling this to you because I knew that I wanted to give romance another chance, again.”
He looks at you with awe, blush creeps up his face, realizing on what you just told him at that very moment, “Well, (Y/N), you’re a really brave one for telling me about your feelings, and it’s mental that you happened to tell me at this very moment, I didn’t expect any of that.” He chuckles.
“You know, it’s funny that I happen to.. Uhm, how do I say this, oh yeah! I happen to like you as well, it may sound a bit of a shocker but I hope that doesn’t overwhelm you as much as it does for me.” He takes your hand and rubs his thumb on top of your hand’s surface, he’s definitely flustered right now, “It’s just that.. It’s surprising that you happened to handle all the things I’ve been experiencing in my life and you happened to be so kind to me, unlike how other girls treat me because they think I was too “nerdy” or “strange” for their liking, not to forget, they thought my accent was too thick for them to understand.” He adds as he looks down on the floor with a saddened expression.
“Oh, forget about that bullshit.” You then pull his collar and bring his lips to yours, he hugs you tightly and he pulls away. “Oh wow, okay, that was nuts. I definitely did not expect that, darling.” He says after the two of you breaks away from the kiss, you definitely haven’t had your first kiss but now, you did, with someone who’s described as a “weird ass guy who looks like he hasn’t slept in days”.
He just sits there, in shock, not knowing what to say. Well, that must’ve gone too fast, didn’t it? It definitely is a crazy thing that you suddenly kissed him, with no hesitation. “You know what, I think my parents will kill me if they knew I kissed you without hesitation, especially my dad!��� You joke as the two of you exchange laughters in the gazebo.
“It’s getting a bit late, isn’t it? Do you want to go back to the venue to say our goodbyes to our friends or do you wanna go somewhere else?” He glances at you as he stands up, “Well, Steven, you wanna go to a coffee shop?”, he raises a brow and shrugs, “Oh? What’s up? Don’t have money or something? I’m always willing to treat you, I asked you out on this little date, not you.” She smiles and grabs his hand.
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They both leave the area and end up spending time in a small coffee shop that happens to be in a walking distance, the day ends with the both of them falling asleep in (Y/N)’s house, her parents don’t mind as they’re both sat in the couch with Steven laying on her shoulder, the both of them still wearing their formal attire.
> end. <3
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JUST A TOUCH OF YOUR HAND
pairing: marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader
summary: when you turn eighteen, an ink stain appears on your skin wherever your soulmate touches you for the first time. the boys each are dealing with their stain in their own way.
warnings: angsty marc, fluffy jake, soulmate au, DID (I don't have DID so I'm basing my knowledge off of what is in the show, please correct me if anything is wrong), I'm also not a Spanish speaker (I used Google translate please correct me if it's wrong)
authors note: as stated in the warnings, im not a Spanish speaker so pls correct me if it's wrong. I also do not have DID and am using knowledge from the show. There will be a part two to this soon, but I figured I'd go ahead and give you all a taste! I really hope you like it!Let me know what you think! Please like and reblog guys!
word count: 1,817
when the black stain on their knuckles first showed, all three boys weren't sure what to make of its meaning. at first, they thought it was from holding their soulmate's hand, but that didn't make sense. the stain was just on the knuckles of their right hand.
it wouldn't be until years later, as they all started getting older, till they started having their own opinions about it. and after the boys were all aware of each other, they would discuss it. well, jake and steven would discuss it.
marc didn't want to talk about it.
steven wasn't fully convinced that he was destined to have a soulmate. maybe a platonic soulmate, but certainly not a romantic soulmate. surely they would've shown themselves by now, right? so steven decided it best to not romanticize the stain. he just settled on maybe it was a fist bump. or even a lighthearted shoulder punch. some sort of friendly gesture.
jake was the opposite. this man may have a reputation for being bad and mean and evil, but jake lockley was a huge romantic. he was obsessed with love. of course, the only people who knew were marc and steven.
he loved the idea that there was someone out there that was made for him. he liked to believe that they would love him despite the things he's done, despite his past, despite having two other people that shared his body.
he'd played the scenarios around in his head. there was the classic accidental brushing of his knuckles against you, maybe as you passed in the streets. he imagined that when he'd feel you brush his knuckles, he'd stop and turn, grabbing your hand and stopping you, and then it would be love at first sight. something out of a rom-com, marc would scoff. or maybe for some reason, he would be gently stroking your face with his knuckles. or maybe you dropped something, like papers or books, and you both bent down to pick them up and reached for the same book at the same time, your hands brushing each other.
jake would spend hours, just staring at his hand and the stain on it. whenever he thinks of his soulmate, he can't keep the giddy grin off his face. sometimes steven likes to indulge in jakes fantasies, just a little. but the fantasies piss marc off to no end. but all jake wanted? he just wanted somebody to love and somebody to love him.
marc didn't want to indulge in any fantasy, romantic or platonic. he'd convinced himself a long time ago that it was just a joke. he'd stare at the stain on his hand, but instead of with a smile like jake, he'd stare in disgust. disgust at the mark, at the world, at himself.
see, marc had come to the conclusion that the stain was from a punch or some kind of hit. he convinced himself that he'd only hurt you from the beginning, whether on accident or on purpose. but he had no intention of finding out.
he could never hurt you, whoever you were, if he never touched you. he made it a point to not touch anyone. he'd even stopped doing work for khonshu, so he wouldn't risk punching or hitting his soulmate.
he didn't deserve a soulmate anyways, romantic or platonic. he had done too many horrible things, there was too much blood on his hands. and he knew it was all his fault. he didn't deserve someone to love. he wasn't worthy of love. he was a monster. a killer. he always had been.
so when he was walking down the streets, head kept low, as he made his way to the grocery store to pick up some milk — because jake had forgotten again — he thought he was going to die.
it was busy on the street. everyone must be getting off work and trying to get home. marc had really tried. tried so hard to squeeze through everyone without touching anyone.
"this is just ridiculous, mate," steven scoffed lightly. marc could see him throw his hands up in exasperation from the reflection of the window across the street. "do you realize how extremely unlikely it is that we'd brush against them on the way to get milk?"
"not taking any chances," marc grunted, determined.
"are you scared you're going to accidentally punch someone on the street? plan on fighting anyone who bumps into you?" jake rolled his eyes. he thought this whole "no touching" thing was a bunch of shit.
jake had always tried to tell marc how ridiculous his thinking was. that even if their soulmate didn't like their night-time jobs or that they didn't want 3 soulmates in one, at least they'd be able to meet them, know that there had been someone for them.
and marc knew he was right. but that's part of what scared marc. what if they didn't accept him or his alters? what if they only wanted one of them? what if they didn't want to deal with their past? their baggage? marc didn't want to risk it.
"when you front, you are more than welcome to touch people on the street. but I will do whatever the hell I want while I front," marc scowled at his alter.
"mate...you could have worded that a bit better," steven cringed.
and marc was going to respond, but before he could even start to think the words, he felt it.
someone's hand brushed against his knuckles. against the stain.
and marc was ready to just brush it off. maybe turn around tell them to watch where they were going and keep walking. but none of that happened.
as soon as the person made contact with him, a shock went through his body and left a tingling sensation on his knuckles. he stopped dead in his track. jake was screaming at him to let him front — a request marc was adamant on denying. steven was suddenly nervous.
but marc? marc was terrified. if he turned around to look at you, it would only make it more real. marc knew it was you. knew it was his soulmate, otherwise jake and steven wouldn't be freaking out.
"oy, pendejo! si no los miras ahora mismo, nos tiraré de un edificio!" jake threatened, but it was falling on deaf ears.
"marc...you don't have to talk to them, but a glance couldn't hurt," steven tried pleading.
but how it could hurt. because if he looked at you, he'd be ruined. he'd want to talk to you. get to know you. but that came with the risk of you getting to know him. because what if you didn't like it? like him? or his alters? his past? his present? he didn't want to know what he could have with you if it meant he might lose you.
he had wanted to just keep walking. he tried so damn hard to just keep going. act like it didn't happen. but damn it, lockley had gotten enough control and kept their feet glued to the ground.
"míralas!" jake insisted causing marc to let out a groan.
"fine, but just a quick glance," he finally caved, receiving an excited cheer from jake and hopeful sound of agreement from steven.
taking a deep breath, marc finally turned around and for a second time, was frozen in place. even jake and steven were speechless.
you were beautiful. the way the sun was hitting your face right now? breathtaking. and you looked just as stunned as he did.
you had been dreaming of this moment since the stain appeared on your wrist. you — unknowingly like jake — had gone over every scenario possible for the black spot on your wrist. imagined what it'd be like to finally meet your soulmate. imagined what it'd feel like when they touched you for the first time.
never in your wildest dreams had you imagined it happening on your way home on the streets of london. never had you pictured being stopped on the sidewalk, staring at your soulmate just feet away as the world seemed to go on as if nothing was happening.
he was so handsome. his golden skin shining in the sun as he stared at you in awe. as if his whole world had stopped. the way his curls framed his face. and his eyes. oh they seemed to hold a storm. he seemed to be going through so many emotions at once.
you both stood there, staring at each other, seconds seeming to pass like hours. you weren't sure what to do and neither was he. neither of you had prepared for this.
"hi," you finally said. it had been quiet, breathless, especially with the noise of the city, but he heard you loud and clear.
"hey," he said back, making you relax a little. you were worried he wasn't going to speak to you.
"are you—" you both started to ask, which made you laugh a little. oh what he'd give to hear that sound again. he didn't even know your name but he'd give you the world if that's what you asked for.
"sorry," you quickly apologized before continuing, "do you mind?" you asked, gesturing to the stain on his knuckles, to which he lightly shook his head no.
truth be told, marc was terrified to move. no sudden movements, he didn't want to scare you off. you sounded so gentle, so kind. jake was begging to front. but marc wanted to be selfish for just a bit longer.
he watched as you took your stained wrist and brushed it against his knuckles again, both of you jumping slightly at the shock feeling coursing through you again. you beamed up at him.
that's it, he was a goner.
you introduced yourself, seeming a bit shy. all three boys repeated it in their head, loving how it sounded. marc had even repeated back to you and you were already addicted to how it sounded rolling off his pretty lips.
"i'm marc," he said, quietly, as if his name alone was too much information.
"marc," you repeated gently. like if you said it too loud, you'd break whatever spell you two were under. he loved how you said his name.
"well, I've just gotten off work, do you want to get coffee or a drink?" you offered, wanting to immediately get to know the man in front of you.
and before he could turn down the offer, he found himself saying "yeah, i'd like that." the hell was he thinking? he should just go get the milk and go home. forget you and that this had happened. but that felt impossible now. he doesn't think he'd ever forget you.
so before you both know it, you're walking side by side, going to get coffee, an easy silence falling over you as you walked together.
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edit (bc I forgot my taglist):
taglist: @leoluved @howaboutcastiel @sir-knight-slytherdor
(if you'd like to be added to the taglist please let me know!)
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Paring: ( COMIC ) Mr. Knight x AFAB reader
Warning: porn with no plot, smut, Mr. Knights gloves, mdom/fsub dynamic, crying during sex, rough sex, unprotected, dirty talk, biting, use of, " baby/baby girl " ( 641 words )
Notes: tiny drabble. THIS IS COMIC MR. KNIGHT, SO THIS IS NOT STEVEN, THIS IS MARC. We need more comic MK smut, so I'm trying to make that happen. Im reading the midnight mission rn and I'm like.. so down bad for Mr. Knight rn I think I'm going crazy.
He wore white leather gloves. White leather gloves that would go onto his large hands that'd be circling around your swollen clit at the very end of his day when he needed you most. He would keep his clothes on, only sliding his pants down so he could enter you. He'd have you on his lap, your back against his his chest as his rammed into you and kept his face into the crook of your neck. He had his mask pulled halfway up to his nose so that he could kiss you when he wanted to.
This wasn't what he usually did after a long night of kicking people's ass, but he needed to blow off some steam. But you guessed he was getting bored of the same ol' same ol' because he pulled out and flipped you over on your back on the blue sofa in his office. He sat down on his knees and re-entered you, his thrusts starting out more aggressive than they were before.
" I hope you're proud of yourself. " he grunted, running his gloved hands smoothly down your thigh, lifting it and planting a tender kiss on it before biting down on your skin. You winced at the contact, legs shaking from the previous 2 rounds he had gone on you.
" You have very simple rules; don't bug me when I'm working. But you just had to come here, begging me for my attention, huh? " He said with a chuckle, grasping your breast and twirling your nipple around his thumb. Your eyes were watery and your nose was burning. Nothing left your throat but endless cries and pathetic moans. You felt weak under his control. He had you wrapped around his finger, but even though it was hell you weren't letting go.
" Looks like someone needs better training, hmm? " He chuckled darkly, pulling you closer and wrapping a hand around your neck. You let out a choked cry, and a cold tear ran down your cheek as his speed seemingly increased.
Mr. Knight enjoyed this position because he could see your face. He could see how you reacted when he touched you and could see the marks he left on you. In this instance, the torn pantyhose and wet thighs, the bite marks and the scratch marks. He brought his gloved thumb up to your lips, playing with them as they foamed out drool down the side of your face.
" Poor baby girl. can't even handle 3 rounds. You close? hmm? " He cooed, using his free hand to grasp your thigh as he felt you tightly clench around him. You could feel the muscles contract in your sex. This was your signal. Mr. Knight took the cue and slammed in as fast as he could, making you squeal and buck against him in anticipation.
" Mr.. Kni-- "
" Shut it. I don't want to hear anything from you right now. " He said angrily, putting his hand over your mouth and muffling your moans of pure pleasure. " all you need to do right now is cum for me like the good little girl you are. " He whispered, leaning down to kiss and bite on your collarbone. He sucked at the skin he bit, and you let out a tiny scream as you felt your release rising. Your pussy clenched around his cock as he fucked through your walls, signaling him you were close. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your body convulsing around his every touch.
" c'mon, baby. come for me one final time. " he panted, giving you his final thrusts before you lost control and began leaking around his cock. Soonly after yours, he spilled his hot spend into your warm cunt and pulled you.
" I hope you learned your fucking lesson. "
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Heyyy can I request some soft smut with Steven Grant?
As in this being his first time and he doesn't really know what to do and he's his usual stressed and anxious self not wanting to do anything wrong and accidentally messing up a lot like this?
Kinda him needing a lot of reassuring from the reader and him being lowkey embarrassed about feeling arousal for the reader
Yes, I love this anon! Steven is so soft and sweet and such an adorable dork.
Reassurance
pairing: Steven Grant x gn!reader (mentions of Jake Lock and Marc Spector x gn!reader)
warnings: smut, loss of virginity, fingering, oral (male and gender neutral receiving), unprotected sex
summary: Y/N's coming to Steven's flat for the first time. He's beyond nervous, but his nerves are settled after a good time with his lover
word count: 3k
a/n: I don't have DID myself, but tried to stay accurate to the show and real life, so if there's any harmful stereotypes/misinformation please don't hesitate to call me out. Also thank you so much for all the love on the moon knight fics recently!
dividers by @firefly-graphics
Nervous was one way to put it for Steven; you were coming over to his flat for the first time. After several dates of getting to know each other, you suggested meeting up at one of your places for a night in. You wanted a night with him of just the two of you alone, with the exception of Marc and Jake, of course. You had only met them a few times but considered yourself in a relationship with the three of them nonetheless.
Steven paced the floors and watched the clock tick, waiting for your knock on the door. The tea was being kept warm on the stove, and dinner was almost ready in the oven. What if you didn't like the food? Was his flat too messy? Doubts were running through his mind. He did try to clean up; the books were put away, but it was still cluttered as he had so many. He mentally cursed his fixation on ancient Egypt and Egyptian mythology.
A soft, rhythmic knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. "Coming!" He shouted, scrambling to the door. He struggled with the locks before smoothing his shirt out. He took a deep breath and opened the door. "Y/N- I," his breath caught in the back of his throat at the sight of you. "Wow, you look amazing," he said with a love-stricken look on his face. You sure did clean up nice. Your outfit was fancy but casual enough for a dinner and movie at home. How did you manage that?
"Oh gods, come in, love. I'm so sorry; I was just staring at you like a knob. " He apologized as he realized you were still standing outside his door.
"No worries, Steven. I mean, look at you, handsome. Love this shirt; it looks really good on you." You said, going in for a kiss on the cheek.
Steven swore his heart nearly beat out of his chest like an old cartoon. You kissed his other cheek as well; you had to make it even.
"How do you like your tea? I've got some freshly made on the stove, and dinner should be ready any minute now."
I'll take it however you take yours," You smiled, taking in his flat. It was just so...Steven. The books that had been attempted to be put neatly on the shelves, the goldfish swimming in his tank with postcards surrounding it, a cluttered table with open books next to scribbles in a notebook. Steven returned with the tea and immediately started apologizing again.
Y/N, darling, I'm so sorry, I should've offered you a seat, here- come sit down with me and I'll get a movie started, yeah? Or do you want to wait on dinner, and we can just...talk? I don't know; I've never really had anyone over before. This is so new to me," He rambled.
"It’s okay, Steven. I was just checking out your flat -"
"Yeah, sorry 'bout it - not the nicest or cleanest around. Sorry for the clutter. I just get way too ahead of myself, and I see a book on anything Ancient Egypt, then BAM! It's here at home with me. Can't help myself, ya know?"
"I was actually going to complement it. I really like it. I mean, it's cozy, and I love the goldfish. It's very you, and I like you," A blush spread across his face. He muttered to himself about how He could hardly believe anyone like you could like silly ol' him. You went to finally take your seat beside him before the oven went off, signaling that dinner was ready.
The two of you ate and struck conversations with each other. You were still curious about Marc and Jake and asked how they were doing. "They're alright; we're all still trying to adjust with being aware of each other and all, ya know? Definitely weird, and I'm actually surprised that it didn't scare you off. I mean, if it were me, I would've if I were you."
You grabbed ahold of his hand and rubbed your thumb across it. Wow, he had big hands. Long, thick fingers. No- not the time.
"Steven, I like you, and while surprising, it doesn't scare me off. I like you, and I like Marc and Jake, too. I'm excited for what our future together holds."
Yet, another blush spread across Steven's face. How did he manage to snag you? I mean, you had been his longest relationship so far, and you wanted more with him; you wanted to have a future with him. His heart fluttered in his chest, which turned into butterflies in his stomach. He squeezed your hand and looked up at you once more with a love-stricken face. It was your turn to blush now. He didn't even have to say words to describe how much he liked you as you could see it in his eyes. His gorgeous, coffee eyes.
"I guess we should get the movie started, yeah?" He asked, interrupting the silence. You smiled. "Yeah, I guess we should."
He got up and then took your hand in his, being the gentleman he is and leading you to the couch. He turned on a movie you both agreed upon before taking his seat next to you. You leaned your head on his broad shoulder, causing him to stiffen before relaxing into your touch. Eventually, you moved your legs over his lap and, unknown to you, pressed your thigh against his dick. His heart quickened, and his breath hitched. You turned your head, looking at him with concern. He played it off as a cough and shifted his hips, but he only rubbed his dick against your thigh, which didn't help him whatsoever. He was more aware of how good you looked and how your clothes only accentuated your gorgeous body. He wrapped his arm around you, trying to return the same affection you were giving him. The feeling of you under his hands just worsened his problem. Poor, touch-starved Steven was embarrassed. He felt as though he was sullying this special moment with you. His problem just kept growing, especially as you shifted your his on top of him, and he struggled to keep an ungodly noise in.
While you didn't yet notice his arousal, you did notice his struggle and were concerned for him once again. "Steven, are you sure you're okay? Is this too much? I can move or-"
"No, you're perfect, sorry, I mean, you're fine. I mean, you are perfect. You just don't have to move, I'm fine- I just. I'm sorry, I don't want to sully the moment I just…" He trailed off and went quiet.
"Steven, you can talk to me. I know things are still new, but I won't judge. You're not ruining the moment, pinky promise." You said, holding out your pinky to him. He smiled lightly and took it in his pinky before taking a deep breath.
"I just, when you put your legs over me, your thigh kinda- was on my- your thigh was on my dick and then I tried to shift my hips so it wasn't but it only made it worse, then you shifted your hips- not that it's your fault. And I couldn't help but notice how good you look, and now I've got a whole problem," He said, gesturing to his crotch. You immediately swung your legs off of him. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I wasn't meaning to, I swear. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do-"
"No, it's not that I don't want to, I mean- unless you don't want to, I just, I've never done anything before. Nothing past a bit of making out." His face was fully blushed, and he was fully embarrassed. He had ruined the moment, and now you were worried about him, and you were worried that you had ruined the moment.
"Do you want to do it? Tonight?" You asked, you could feel arousal sparking in you at the hope of finally feeling him.
"Oh, gods yes- but only if you want to," He said shakily. You pushed yourself into his lap, your legs on either side of him.
"I want to. We can go slow if you want, and if at any point it's too much, we can stop. Okay?"
He nodded. You leaned in and kissed him gently at first. You let him get comfortable and encouraged his hands to roam your body. You moved your own hands into his hair, massaging his scalp and pushing his face into yours. He let out a soft moan as you started grinding your hips into his. You deepened the kiss further and caressed his face.
You finally pulled away for a breath, and the sight in front of you had you even more aroused than you already were. Steven's lips were slightly swollen and reddened from your kisses and light nips, and his eyes were blown with lust. His breathing was labored, and his hands were gripping into you, eager for more. You went for the buttons on his shirt, looking up at him for permission. He nodded frantically. You unbuttoned it, one by one, taking your sweet time as you slowly revealed more and more of his body. You admired his build. He was hiding all of this under his baggy clothing. His perfect abs and pecs are soft but strong. He was by no means shredded, but that didn't matter to you in the slightest. In fact, you much preferred this over some shredded guy with a huge ego and nothing else.
You kissed his neck, then collarbones before moving down and nipping at his chest. He arched his back into you as you got closer to his nipple. You moved your mouth onto it and sucked gently, letting your tongue flick over it. You looked up to gauge his reaction, not wanting to push things too far. Steven was overwhelmed with pleasure as you found a sensitive area of his. You continued rocking your hips, starting to feel the arousal of the both of you making wet spots on your pants.
You continued your assault on his nipples, making sure to switch between them. Steven was practically whimpering from your actions as Marc and Jake were in his head, mocking him. Steven didn't care- he couldn't care. He felt much too good to give a single shit about what they were saying. He wanted desperately to please you back, but the way you were moaning made him want to stay where he was.
You stopped your attacks on his chest, much to Steven's disappointment, but it didn't last long as you removed yourself from his lap and onto your knees in front of him.
"Can I, Steven?" You asked, giving him your best doe eyes as you went for the buckle of his belt.
"Oh, yes, please, dove," He whined, doing everything he could to not jerk his hips in the air.
You took his belt off, followed by his pants. His boxers did very little to hide his hardened cock and the stain of precum let you know exactly how much he needed this. You slowly took his boxers off, finally letting his erection free from its former confines. The sight was gorgeous. His cock jerked at the sight of you, and precum flowed from the purplish-red tip. The veins were prominent, and his pubes had been recently trimmed.
With Steven fully naked, you wanted to even out the playing field, so you stripped to your underwear, causing more precum to flow from his needy cock.
You looked up at him one last time for permission; he nodded frantically once again. You took his girth in your hands, barely able to fully close your hand around it, and started stroking using his precum as lube. You leaned in, kissing the tip before taking it in your mouth. His taste was heavenly, and you couldn't get enough. You took him in as far as you could without gagging, using your hand to stroke the rest.
"Oh my god, Y/N, darling- that feels so good. You're so good, oh my God. Please," He whined. He continued his praises to you before eventually pulling you off of him, not wanting to cum just yet.
"Please, Y/N, let me pleasure you, please. Show me how you like it, show me what to do," He begged.
He had been so embarrassed earlier, but his confidence grew with each passing minute. He wanted to explore your body and find every little tick that gets you going.
"I'll show you in bed," you replied before getting up and making your way to his bed. He followed you like a lost puppy.
"You're so gorgeous, dove," He said, admiring you as you walked to the bed. You laid down on your back, inviting him on top of you. He hurriedly accepted and began kissing you once again. He followed your action from earlier and made his way down. He kissed your neck, finding the spot that made your back arched, and paid special attention to it before moving down. He kissed your chest and stomach, testing the waters with little nips. He praised your body; he wanted to memorize every scar, stretch mark, and freckle on you. You were perfect- no- so much more than perfect to him. You were divine.
Now, it was his turn to look up at you for permission when he got to your undies, and it was your turn to nod frantically. He took them off slowly and moaned at the sight of your now bare body. The word flashed through his mind once again. Divine. Instinct, or maybe muscle memory from Marc's encounters kicked in as he buried his face between your thighs. He pleasured you with his mouth, licking and sucking. Your eyes rolled back into your head, and your hips bucked up. Steven was a natural, but he needed to use his fingers. Both for you to get off and to warm you up.
"Steven, fuck that feels so good, baby, but I need your fingers, please," you begged.
Steven was nervous to use his hands, but you wanted them, and he only wanted to pleasure you. He slowly brought them up and pulled back from you.
"I don't know what to do with them," He admitted.
"That's okay, I'll show you."
He brought his hand back up; you took his wrist and brought it to where you needed it most.
"Use your middle and ring finger, Steven."
Steven didn't respond to Marc's comment but took the advice, starting with his middle as he slid it into your waiting hole.
"Atta boy, use your fingers to get 'em ready."
Steven muttered a "shut up, Marc," to himself and continued, moving slowly before adding his mouth into the mix. The combination of his mouth and now two fingers had you teetering on the edge. Your hips were bucking into him, and Steven moaned at the sight of your pleasure. He rut his hips into the bed, trying to relieve some pressure.
"Fuck, Steven- so good. You're doing so good. Please don't stop, ohmygod." You fought to keep your eyes open as the sight of Steven, blissed out between your legs, was enough to nearly throw you off the edge. "Steven, I'm close- please. I need you to fuck me- please Steven."
He was hesitant to stop, but the knowledge that you wanted him- no needed him had him pouncing on you. You lined his cock up to your entrance, letting him slowly push in. The noises the two of you made were unholy- noises that neither of you would admit to later, but there was no shame between the two of you now. You both wanted to explore each other's bodies, a nearly primal need.
He moved slowly at first, getting a feel for it. He paid special attention to your face, your sounds, and how your body reacted. He wanted to make you feel as good as he was able to.
"Steven, you're doing so good, but I need more. Don't hold yourself back. Faster, deeper, harder, please Steven," You whined.
"Yeah, Steven, give it all you've got."
Steven moved your legs over his hips and let himself go. He pounded into you. He thought your mouth was heaven- this was far beyond that. Your tight warmth surrounded his cock and squeezed like a vice. He let his thumbs brush over your nipples, causing your back to arch into him. The only words that you could form were Steven's name and praises to him; your praises fueled him. He took your hand in his and held it, as a way to show his care for you. You leaned up and connected your mouth to his. He continued his assault on your hole but was gentle with his kisses. They were soft but deep. Your other hand was wrapped around his back, holding on to him and pulling him impossibly closer. The rubber band that had built in your stomach was about to break, and judging by Steven's sounds and more jerky movements, he was right there with you.
"Steven, baby, I'm close. Want to come with you. Cum inside me, please. Wanna feel you cum inside me," you all but screamed as you fell over the edge. The sight of you releasing all over his cock sent him spiraling into his release as well. His hips stuttered into you as he felt your walls milk his cock for all it was worth. "Y/N, shit, dove- you're squeezing me so effing tight. Feels so good- so fucking good."
You felt his warm release coat your walls as you came down from your high, your breaths labored. Steven did his best to keep his weight off of you as he came down from his own high. Eventually, he rolled beside you, nuzzling his head into your neck. He muttered sweet praises to you, still on cloud nine. You returned them as he got up to draw a bath for you. You let him carry you to the bathroom, but you got in the tub yourself, not wanting to have an accident. You bathed each other off and exchanged compliments. Steven's ego was boosted as he had finally lost his virginity to someone he held so dear to him.
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Loveless God
Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader; Steven Grant x Reader; Khonshu x Reader
Word Count: 2.7k
Summary: Marc attends to Y/N’s wounds, while Steven persistently blames himself for it with Khonshu’s insistence on healing her himself.
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“Y/N you have to hold still,” Marc spoke as softly as he possibly could as his wife grimaced at the feeling of tweezers lodged in her torso. Tears cascaded down her face as he poked and prodded at the gunshot wound, trying to find at least one of the bullets she was shot with.
“Marc, please” she sobbed, grabbing his wrist in a quick movement to lessen the pain any way she could, “please it hurts.” His eyes flashed to hers before looking back at her torso, biting his lip before locating the metal lodged inside her, causing the woman to let out a loud scream.
“I know baby, I know, but I gotta do this,” he continued whispering hopefully calming affirmations as the bullet was now in the forceps and out of her body. Y/N’s eyes were screwed shut as she brought her forearm to cover her face, her torso still throbbing alongside her shoulder that still contained the harsh metal.
“Marc,” the man heard the grainy stern voice of a certain Egyptian God he swore to serve. Marc ignored the deity, shaking his head, too focused on his wife and her health. “Marc,” Khonshu repeated louder, beginning to irritate the man who was attempting to comfort the love of his life.
“What!?” Marc suddenly shouted, turning to the bird like God and startling Y/N. She knew what was going on, after being with him for so long. She assumed that Khonshu probably made some stupid comment about her situation.
“Let her be my avatar, so that I could heal her with my armor,” Khonshu now transfixed on the woman lying in pain on their dining room table with multiple bullet wounds. Marc scoffed, shaking his head and focusing back on Y/N by applying pressure to the spot he just violated, “not in a billion years, birdman.”
“Please, she’s in pain,” Khonshu spoke, almost as if he cared about her. Marc clenched his jaw, that lousy excuse of a God couldn’t care about anything other than himself.
“You’ve caused nothing but trouble in my life, fucking god forbid I let you do the same to her,” Marc’s voice commanded, refusing to look at disgrace that haunted his every waking moment. He closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them to pick up the tweezers he dropped. His eyes met Y/N’s as he gave her a tightlipped smile and a short “sorry.”
“Stop being so stubborn, you pathetic man,” Khonshu’s words boomed through the room, a light wind rustling the papers of the various books around the London apartment, signifying his intense emotions.
“What’s he saying?” Y/N asked, sucking in breath through her teeth, not wanting to speak, breathe or do anything that would make her stomach move. Marc took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind of that God even if it was only temporary, “absolute bullshit. The usual.”
Suddenly before her eyes, the God materialized, giving Y/N a fright as it wasn’t suspected.
“Be my avatar, Y/N. I can heal you,” Khonshu suggested, Marc noting his tone was much lighter than it ever had been with him. “Khonshu,” Marc fumed, glaring almost in warning to the pathetic God, “stop this.” Khonshu ignored the human’s words, focused on Y/N and only her.
“I’m not that desperate, thanks,” she sarcastically retorted. Leaning her head back onto the dining room table and pinching her eyes shut, hoping that this will all soon become a very distant memory.
“Y/N,” Khonshu began before she interrupted him. “L-Leave me alone, you shit head,” she groaned, the pain probably influencing the frustration laced in her words.
Khonshu didn’t know what to say, so he just nodded, choosing to dematerialize before both of their eyes. Marc laughed humorlessly, working on removing the second and last bullet from her, with this one lodged in her left shoulder.
“That’s why I love you. Calling a God a shit head in all his glory,” he muttered, this time locating the bullet quicker, but having trouble fishing it out. “Blasphemy, I know,” she tried to crack a joke before wincing and whining at the further trauma being added to her wounds.
For the rest of the time Marc spent assessing Y/N’s wounds, and ensuring that she wouldn’t need a hospital even though that was likely the best choice, they remained silent. Y/N’s panting could be heard as the wound was cleaned, stitched and patched up by her husband. Before long, it was over.
Marc moved to throw the medical tape down on the table next to Y/N, looking at the bandages to make sure they were secure, before nodding to himself. “You’re all good, baby,” he confirmed, moving his slightly bloody hand to cradle her cheek. Knowing that he was desperate for her touch, she didn’t mind. She closed her eyes slowly and sighed, moving her hand to hold his against her face.
“What would I do without you?” She mumbled tiredly, opening her eyes in order to gaze into his. He raised his eyebrows slightly, a teasing smile on his face, “well for starters you wouldn’t have gotten shot.”
“Your messes are my messes, Spector,” she smirked, bringing her hand up to play with the dark curls adorning his head. The look in her eyes was complete love and admiration, something Marc could just bask in for the rest of his life.
“How could I forget, Spector?” He teased back, leaning in to place his lips on hers.Their lips melted together as the hand on her cheek fell to her waist as his other hand became planted on the table near her shoulder. Her lips were warm and soft, contrasted to his rougher ones that moved steadily with hers. The kiss was filled with desperation on his part due to even the fraction of the thought that he could’ve lost her. She could feel this too due to the slight roughness he had in his acts.
He pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers with closed eyes, “as much as I enjoy this, we should probably stop.” Y/N hummed in agreement, trying to catch her breath.
“Let’s get you to bed,” Marc muttered, leaning up before picking her up ever so gently from the table. Placing her down onto their bed, he grabbed the Ibuprofen that took solace on his nightstand before grabbing a water bottle that was next to it. Handing her the pills, he uncapped the bottle, handing it to her while taking his pants off to lay comfortably in his boxers.
Soon enough, they both had settled into bed, Marc breaking the bad news that she should probably lay on her back to ensure the least amount of pain possible. Laying slightly awkwardly, they both fell asleep with Marc trying to stay awake for slightly longer before drifting off.
YN slowly peeled her eyes open the next morning, moving to stretch before wincing in pain at the temporary ignorance of her wounds. She sighed, looking at the spot behind her only for her husband to not be seen. She closed her eyes, basking in the dismal amount of sunlight that had graced London this morning. Taking a deep breath through her nose, a sweet aroma encompassed her. Before she could look further and focus on the kitchen, her husband appeared at the foot of their bed, with a plate and a mug in his hands.
Immediately, she knew it was Steven fronting. “You sleep well, love?” He had asked with a soft smile on his face, Y/N too tired to notice how it had faltered when his gaze fell on her wounds, given she had slept in the tank she wore the day prior. She nodded her head, a small smile on her face, “surprisingly so.”
“I made you breakfast,” he approached the bed, placing the stack of pancakes, with a cup of tea on the bedside table. “Sit with me, please?” She asked softly, Steven smiling at her words as he sat behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, carefully to not hurt her any further than he thought he already had.
They sat together in silence, with Steven closing his eyes and leaning his head on her uninjured shoulder and holding her tight, wanting to forget all of the bad thoughts he had about potentially losing her. He pulled away before kissing the back of her head. “I-I’m sorry about yesterday,” he muttered, swallowing deeply because of his nerves. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, “what for, baby?”
He sighed, causing her to turn her head to examine his features, noticing the solemn look he held. “For not being able to protect you,” he avoided eye contact at all costs, almost afraid to see her reaction, to see her disappointment in him.
“Steven,” she spoke lightly, softening her gaze as she grabbed the hand that was placed lightly around her waist, “this is not your fault, or Marc’s.” Steven shook his head lightly, somehow not believing her words. He wanted to ignore this, grabbing the plate that he had placed on the bedside table and moving it into Y/N’s lap. He looked at the plate, closing his eyes momentarily to build up the courage for his words. “What’s the point in being an avatar if I can’t even do it right? When I can’t even protect you?” Steven’s voice cracked as his eyes welled up with tears at the thoughts of being the reason she could’ve died. He bit his lip as his throat began to hurt slightly. “Baby,” she spoke softly, turning her body slightly to face him a bit better. Her hand cupped his cheek, leading him to look into her eyes.
“Did you shoot me, Steven?” Y/N questioned with furrowed brows. “No, but-” he started shyly shaking his head, but she didn’t allow him to finish.
“Did you force me to go with you?” She interrogated again, narrowing her eyes. “No, Y/N but,” and again before he could finish his statement, she interrupted him. “Then it’s not your fault. I chose to be there. That’s on me, not you, not Marc, not Khonshu, but me,” she reassured, wanting to ease the anxiety she knew he had over this.
“But I could’ve saved you, I should’ve. I-” he spoke with the guilt still influencing his words.
“And I should’ve jumped three feet to the left but I didn’t. I should’ve not gone, but I did because I love my husband and can’t have him out there without me,” she spoke softer than before, moving slightly to kiss the cheek she wasn’t caressing. She smiled softly, brushing the dark curls out of his eyes. Steven mirrored her smile, not being able to handle her seeing his sorrow any longer.
Guilt still consumed him, but he chose to brush it off for now as Y/N repositioned herself, Steven moving to press his chin back onto her shoulder, “your husband loves you too.” She laughed softly at his words, “he better.”
“Now let’s eat before these get cold,” she patted the hand lightly that snaked its way around her waist. “After, we have to change those bandages- well Marc does, I’m not too good at that,” he spoke as he wicked up the fork, using it to cut a piece of the pancake before feeding her. As she finished chewing, he took a bite of the sweet breakfast he made. “Thank you, for all of this, taking care of me and stuff,” she thanked, fiddling with his fingers on her waist. He smiled, kissing her cheek and causing her to giggle, “anything for you.”
After their time together eating breakfast and chatting in bed, Steven excused himself to the bathroom. It was partially to gather himself and sit in his thoughts for a moment, but also so that he could have Marc take the body and maybe even give him advice.
He stood in front of the mirror examining the face that had the exact same features as his own. Before he could even begin to speak with Marc, Khonshu made his presence known, making the already small bathroom feel smaller to Steven.
“Look at what you’ve done to her,” the God spoke condescendingly, “you can’t even protect her in battle. What kind of Moon Knight are you?” Steven convinced himself that Khonshu’s words were true, further digging himself into a pit of despair that he couldn’t handle.
“Take the body Marc,” Steven couldn’t handle being spoken to like him, and hearing his horrible thoughts come to life. Marc knew this and took over as he was better at ignoring the God.
“I could’ve healed her and this wouldn’t have happened,” Khonshu spoke grandly, “you are a coward.” Marc couldn’t wrap his head around the words he had just heard. None of this made sense to him or added up in any capacity. Khonshu has never done or said anything of this nature before.
“Why do you care?” Marc sourly questioned, harshly glaring at the God. For once, Khonshu fell silent, not answering his avatar. Marc rolled his eyes at this, going to leave before Steven’s words stopped him.
“He loves her,” Steven mumbled feebly, causing Marc to snap his head to the mirror with wide eyes.
“No, no way,” he spoke more to himself, shaking his head and refusing to accept that reality. That thing, that God can’t feel love. “He lacks the capacity for that, buddy,” he didn’t want to accept this. He refused to accept this. Shyly, Steven continued, “a-ask him, then.”
With clenched teeth, Marc turned to face Khonshu, not wanting to consider this being a plausible reality. “It’s cause you love her, isn’t it?” He asked angrily, receiving no answer, but that was answer enough. He scoffed, “unbelievable. Thought you couldn’t feel anything.”
“Marc,” Khonshu began to speak, but Marc didn’t want to hear anything he had to say. “You leave her alone,” he demanded, “l-love her at a distance or whatever. Don’t fuck up her life like you did mine.”
Not wanting to receive an answer, nor expecting one, he left the bathroom to find the gauze and tools needed to aid his injured wife.
“Steven?” Y/N called out from the bed, wanting to know if everything was alright. Marc took a deep breath trying to reset after everything that just occurred. “Try again,” he spoke lightly, making an appearance with his hands grasping various medical supplies.
“Marc,” she smiled, happy to see him, “or is it Dr. Spector?” He chuckled with a slight smile, sitting on the edge of the bed as Y/N began to sit up slowly.
“You alright? You seem tense,” she asked after taking a onceover of his features. “Yeah, just worried about you,” he muttered, moving to examine the gauze and dressing that he covered her wounds with the night previously. She winced as he removed the medical tape, not looking forward to what was to come.
“I appreciate it much more than you know,” she expressed, making her body involuntarily go stiff before he could clean her wounds.
By the time he had finished cleaning her up, she had dozed off. He looked down at her, brushing his fingers along her jaw in a loving manner, glad that she was okay and didn’t have to experience more pain.
Letting out a sigh, he stood and gathered all of the supplies, organizing them and placing them on a nearby shelf. Grabbing the garbage and dirty gauze, he turned away from the bed to head towards the kitchen garbage bin only to see Khonshu watching over Y/N. Shaking his head and choosing to ignore it, Marc went through with his plans to throw away the supplies. Upon his return to Y/N, he had noticed that Khonshu had left, nodding to himself as he was glad to not have to deal with him. The last thing he had wanted to think about was that parasite in his life.
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That's it.
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holy ground
a/n: hi! this is just a fun little fic I wanted to get out, it (hopefully) has the vibe of the bridge of 'holy ground' by Taylor Swift but other than that I just really like the title! I hope you enjoy!
word count: 240
warning(s): none
pairing(s): steven grant x fem!reader
Music rang loudly throughout the apartment as Steven opened the door, tired from a long day of annoying customers. Sometimes he regretted his little souvenir shop job, regardless of being around ancient history all day. Making his way into his home, he found the source of the music.
You were dancing around the kitchen in one of your boyfriend's long sleep shirts, which brushed just below your knees. Your hair was wild, letting Steven know you had slept in. You turned dramatically, body swaying with the upbeat rhythm of the song. Once you saw your boyfriend, you jumped off the the countertop, wincing slightly at the sharp feeling in your ankles, and ran over to grab Steven's hands.
"Come on, mon amour, dance with me!"
Steven let himself be dragged onto the cold tile of the kitchen, laughing as he set his bag down.
The dance wasn't coordinated or beautiful to watch at all but Steven found himself being lost in your beauty as you thrived in the music. Once the upbeat song ended, a slower, more romantic one started to play. Steven captured you in his arms, swaying you gently to the rise and falls of the violin. Smiling softly, you rested your head on his shoulder, following his lead in the dance.
"I love you," he whispered in your ear, causing your skin to heat. You leaned back, pressing a kiss on his nose.
"I love you too."
a/n: definitely one of the cheesiest things ive ever written but I think it's sweet?? I just wanted to write for my boi again and this is what happened. I hope it was ok!!
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