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Why Did You Stop?
Steven Grant x Gn!reader
Romana's 1000 follower celebration
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requested by @soonknight
"hi romana, congrats on 1000! you deserve it and I love your writing! I wanted to send you a request but I'm on a side blog and hate doing anons... I'd love to see a drabble with steven and "why'd you stop?" I'm just in the mood for some fluff tonight, idk. thanks!"
Summary: While locked out of your apartment, your neighbor, Steven, kindly let's you stay over at his flat that night.
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"Excuse me, are you alright?"
You wake up to a pretty sight; Steven Grant, your neighbor, waking you.
And the blinding hall lights. Those were annoying.
"Oh, hey Steven." You smile at him sitting up.
"Everything okay? I'm sorry to wake you, love, but I was just worried."
"Y-yeah, yeah I'm fine. I just locked myself out of my apartment is all. Sleeping out here for tonight."
The look of horror on his face make you giggle. "Oh god, no! Why didn't you knock on my door? I'm glad I ordered some late dinner" He held up his take out. "C'mon, up you go" Steven began to hoist you off the couch, even picking up your coat that you were using as a blanket. "Can't believe you didn't come see me. Absolutely ridicules, as if I don't have a perfectly good apartment just across the hall for you to sleep in."
Steven continued to murmur about how you were always welcome over as he set you up on the couch you were all to familiar with after arguing with him over who was going on the bed. You simply refused, you would not disrupt the poor man's sleep. He needed it! Plus, he had a whole ruetine.
You'd been around Steven and his apartment enough that he felt he no longer had to hide the sand and chain and duck tape from you, all the times you came over to watch movie's this last month you saw his place just as it was, mess and quirks in all. You liked that he trusted you with it.
Soon enough, you found yourself bundled up on the couch with the neighbor you'd been sporting a crush on since forever, and as usual, your bodies were pressed up close with Steven laying on your lap. It wasn't long until he fell asleep on you, just as you suspected he would. Steven almost always did, needing his rest so badly, so you'd taken to lulling him to sleep yourself by gently scratching his scalp, massing your fingers through his beautiful thick curls. If he didn't wake by the end of the movie, you would try to make a quiet exit and leave him on the couch with a blanket. Tonight, you were hoping he'd wake eventually so you could send him to bed, but for now you took the time to simple admire him. He real was handsome, so, so handsome it was nearly painful, your heart aching for him, to touch him, to be with him... but if you told Steven that, would you lose moments like this? moments when you felt so comfortable, so safe, so at peace... you'd miss it all so much.
"Why'd you stop?" Steven's voice was soft and small below you, and it's then you realize his eyes open, watching you watching him...
"Oh! Oh sorry, Steven" You go back to scratching him, but he keeps looking up at you, his brown eyes large and gentle.
"You looked sad, darling. Anything wrong?"
"No, Steven, nothings wrong"
He didn't believe you. Steven sat up, his face close to yours. "No, somethings on your mind. What is it?"
Still, you hesitate. You could tell him... but you could also ruin it all. "Well... I was just thinking... and... and you can say no and I don't want this to ruin our friendship but... maybe I could take you on a date sometime?" You held your breath.
Steven's face was unreadable besides surprise. "You... you want to go on a date? With me?"
You couldn't help wringing your hands together. "Yes? I mean, if you want to. If you want to remain just friends then that's-" You were interrupted by the most unlikely of events. Steven Grant kissed you.
His lips on yours, you relax into him, opening your mouth slightly for the kiss to deepen just a bit. Nothing salacious, nothing raunchy, simply you and Steven feeling your passion for one another.
"Darling, I'd love to go on a date with you. But I'm taking you."
You smile at your sweet Steven, so beautiful and so kind. He was finally yours.
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This is inspired by the time during winter break i got locked out of my dorm bc I lost my keys at work and a kind coworker drove me home and i was able to get into the building bc my student ID by not my dorm room. The RA n duty never answered my damn call. I was mad. lol. anyway i didn't let it get me down, i made due and slept on a couch and was greatful i had a warm place to sleep in the -30 temps but Fen actually gave me this idea for Stevenw hen I told them about it XD
thanks for everyone being patient on these, my anxiety ha been like. severe. i dont want to be dramatic but it's been bad bad bad all summer and im honestly struggling. I appriciate the patience and the understanding that i gotta do it when inspiration strikes and im feeling it.
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MoonKnight Steven helping the reader choose a gift at the museum.
Thank you Anon! This one is just gonna be something a lil sweet 🥰
Themes: gn!reader, momentary Karen interaction, lil sassy Steven to the rescue, some self-depreciation on readers part, general awkwardness (workin on getting better at writing fluff bare with me).
Word count: 1,424
You make your way up the steps of the museum. Today was the first you’d had off since moving to London and you had spotted this on your bus route on the way to work this past week. Though you were supposed to meet up with some workmates in a a little over an hour for lunch you just could pass up the though if wandering around the museum.
Determined to make the most of your first day off you step inside, the soft sounds of voices and footsteps echoing off the high vaulted ceiling. You took in the sight like a kid in a candy store as your heart fluttered, ever the history nerd. You picked your way through the crowd gathered around the gift shop by the entrance. Your nerves get the better of you as you struggle through the crowd and push a little harder. The motion causing you to shoulder check a smaller American woman. The nicknacks and candies in her arms scattered around you as she shouted.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Her round face beet red as she stepped up to you, though she was only about chest height to you you were sure this was how you’d met your end.
“I-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean.” You stammer and put your hands up attempting to take a step back. “I can get these-“ you continue and start to pick up her items scattered around.
“Seriously watch where your going! Can’t believe people these days!” She shouted and you winced internally at her voice echoing around you.
“Oi okay.” A soft but firm voice sounded from above you. “They didn’t mean it, obviously. We’ll clean this up you just go back to shoppin’ if you like -“ the source of the voice stopped as you looked up and your eyes met. His soft curls fell forward as he knelt down beside you, a blush rising on his cheeks. “You alright?” You hear an indignant huff and small stomps as the shouting woman stormed off.
Your mouth went dry as your heart thundered in your chest. “Y-yeah. Sorry it’s my fault. So stupid I can pay for all thi-“ you began to apologize.
“Hey, it’s alright.” He holds his hand up a bit in a calming gesture. “Happens all the time, it’s not your fault.” He says softly and smiles as he picks up the rest of the nicknacks. “I’m Steven.” He reaches a hand out.
Nervous panic shoots through you causing you to stand quickly. Feeling a bit woozy as blood rushes to your head as you grip onto the armful of candy and random items. You shift on your feet a bit and squeeze your eyes at the rush.
“Woah, alright.” Steven reaches out and holds your elbow firmly “You okay?”
You nod and look down at your armfull of stuff “How was she even holding all this.” You chuckle.
“No clue, here.” Steven nods towards the register and drops his handful of stuff across it “lay it here I’ll sort it.” He leans forward trying to help get some items out of your arms to help.
You gulp and nod as you lean forward to get everything on the counter. Your lean along with him leaning caused you both to meet in the middle. Steven’s blush reappeared and deepened as you met each others gazes over the counter, faces inches from one another. The moment seemed to stretch on for eternity until -
“Next guided tour, please follow me!” A call jolted you out of your frozen state and you took a step back from the counter.
“I gotta, the tour-“ you pointed at the woman who made the announcement.
“Yeah,” Steven replies, looking a bit disappointed as his gaze shifts from you down to the mess on the counter.
“But,” you take a moment to be brave and touch his hand. “I’ll come back by when it’s over.” You give a soft smile.
His eyes light up and that smile returns. He bites his lip just for a moment and nods, sending your heart racing.
You nod in return and jog off to catch up with the tour guide.
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The tour feels like an eternity as your thoughts linger on Steven. While you do your best to focus on the information being given by the guide all your mind kept bouncing back to was the curls that fell out of place, the softness of his deep brown eyes, the curve of his lips, the -
“And that concludes our tour! Thank you everyone for your time, please don’t forget to donate and check out our gift shop.” The guide calls out, snapping you out of your dazed state.
As the crowd in front of you parts you see Steven nearly on his tiptoes looking around from behind the counter until his eyes settle on you. His smile sends your heart fluttering as he gives a single awkward wave.
You take a deep breath and make your way through the crowd. Every time your eyes flicker up to him you see his gaze locked on you. “Hello again.” You say as you near him.
“Hiya, how was the tour?” He beamed, stepping away from the counter to come closer to you.
“Oh uh, guide was great it was just a bit hard to follow.” You admit as you shuffle slightly on your feet, not wanting to admit he was the reason you couldn’t appreciate the tour.
“Well I mean I could take you around -“ Steven begins.
“Ahem.” Sounds from behind you. You turn and see a harsh looking blonde woman, arms crossed and shooting daggers in his direction as she smacked her gum.
“Right, Donna sorry. After my shift I could show you around?” He says half to you half to the woman behind you. She rolls her eyes and walks off before giving a response. “I’ve got a couple hours left, if you’d want to come back later?” He nearly whispers as his eyes brighten.
“Yeah, that’d be nice.” You say as you try to steady your racing heart. You weren’t quite ready to leave yet, panic flashed through you as you blurted “Mind if I poke around the shop?”
“Oh yeah, here I can show you the best bits.” He begins to show you around the little bits and bobs on keychains and in small plastic packages. His voice bright and step light as he educated you on the inaccuracies of the candies and the details of the pyramid paper weights. You followed him for what felt like hours, in reality only a few minutes had passed. “Honestly the plushies are some of my favorites.” He pointed.
“Could I get that plush beetle and pick it up later when I come back?” You ask. “I’ve got some work colleagues to meet in a bit. I don’t think they’ll enjoy one of these at the table.” You chuckle and pick up a plushie beetle and hand him your card.
“Oh yeah, let me ring you out and I can put your name on it for later.” He looks up expectantly, just now realizing you hadn’t even given him your name yet. You right out your name on the receipt paper and hand it off to him. He reads over it like a love letter and repeats your name, the sound of your name rolling off his tongue send the fluttering in your stomach into a hurricane. “Right, it’ll be right here when you come back.” His smile widens a bit and the blush returns to his cheeks as he tucks the plushie scarab under the counter.
You return his smile and nod, you glance down at your phone to check the time and realize you’ve only got a few minutes to get three blocks down the road. “Shit I’m so sorry,” you begin to shuffle towards the door. “I will be back!” You nearly trip as you call over your shoulder and wave, bolting out the door to make it to your awaiting colleagues down the street.
“Laters!” You hear Steven call out behind you. You already pounding heart nearly leapt out of your chest as you ran out the museum and down the front steps. You had no clue how you were going to focus on any of the coming conversation. Stevens’ voice and image replayed in your head as you sprinted down the block, giddy for the moment when you’d be sprinting back up those steps back to him.
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Raaaaaaa okay I am so deeply out of practice writing fluff. Please tell me what y’all think! We’ll get back to our regularly scheduled debauchery soon 😘
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#NOT MY ART#there you go#pat pat#steven grant#moon knight#moon boys#my babies#layla el faouly#bi panic#mommyyyyy
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So I just read up on the FAQ since I got all caught up after being addicted to your comic for two weeks and I have to ask -
If Steven's gem is the size of his entire skull as a teenager, how did it fit inside his head as a baby? Did the gem start small and then grow with him?
#achievement unlocked: new reaction for this specific ask#chekhov answers#we do not talk about baby steven#ok ok ok but jokes aside#you do see him as a baby in Earls backstory#and the gem very much sticks out the other side of his head#granted he is ...... disproportionately large for a newborn
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🫙🌙
*shakes the jar*
#moon knight#marc spector#steven grant#jake lockley#sobari art#please ignore any mistakes I pulled an alnighter for these babies
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Marc
Inspired by this gif set
It's all so loud
His inner critic is strident
His self-loathing, blaring
His mother's voice - a roar
His father's silence, resounding
Randall's absence...deafening
Bushman's betrayal was thunderous
Steven's confusion is noisy
Layla's disappointment is loud
Khonshu's demands - a blasting, head-splitting burden
The pleas of his wicked victims echo endlessly
Harrow's taunts reverberate mockingly
Marc's shame is crushing.
But this...
this Field of Reeds is so...quiet.
He clutches the heart to his chest - a heart yearning to rest, to be free...
...but not without Steven.
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K but what if siblings
#had a revelation last night#looked around for their birthdates and found Marc's but not Miguel's so I searched for his first appearance ever and went w that#and yes yes I know Miguel's supposed to be from like the future or whatever but isn't this much more fun#so anyway the important thing here is baby Miguel#i also don't care that they have completely different heritages I'm just here to propose that if they were brothers that would be very cute#also PLEASE read the little note at the top right as it says who made the og poses I referenced for this#their art is very cute so please check it out thank you#my art#fan art#across the spiderverse#moon knight#miguel o'hara#marc spector#steven grant#jake lockley#oscar isaac#yes oscar is the entire reason this exists you can thank him for that#marvel#atsv#atsv fanart#moon knight fanart#across the spiderverse fanart#miguel o'hara fanart#marc spector fanart#steven grant fanart#jake lockley fanart
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thinking about how the moon knight system are probably such gentle partners. the way they would love would be crafted especially for you, each of the men adding their own differences to their approach to love. one thing’s for sure, days off would be spent wrapped in each other’s arms on the couch as you watch television. they would be able to feel a sense of normalcy, one that would begin to heal old wounds and wash away worries of the past. a sense of belonging, warmth, and the ability to live in the present moment would wash over them just by having the chance to be a gentle lover to you.
#❁ thinkin’#sighs lovingly#my babies :(#moon knight#moon knight x reader#moon knight x you#moon knight x y/n#marc spector#marc spector x reader#marc spector x you#marc spector x y/n#steven grant#steven grant x reader#steven grant x y/n#steven grant x you#jake lockley#jake lockley x y/n#jake lockley x reader#jake lockley x you
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thinking about the sweetest boy in the world again <3
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Midnight thot for Mona 🌙:
Marc cocked his head, watching you lounge in a patch of sunlight on Steven's ever creased mattress on the floor that he called a bed.
You raised an eyebrow when you noticed him zoned out in your direction, but continued to snack on the box of stuffed chocolate coated dates Jake had gifted you the day before for Eid. He was up to something. You could see it.
"What?" You eventually asked.
"You're not fasting." He said simply.
"What gave it away?" You popped another one in your mouth.
"You're not fasting," he repeated, crouching down onto all fours. "And you're not on your period."
Your face froze halfway into a nervous smile. You shoved the box away, rapidly chewing what you already had. You swallowed.
"And what about it, Sherlock?"
Marc pulled you by the ankles, the flat becoming a blur before the view of the ceiling was replaced by his mischievous grin. "If you're free to eat..." he leaned in closer to whisper in your ear as his hands snaked to your hips, "so am I."
MY GIIIRRRLLLLLL, the way I was blushing and giggling and kicking my feet when I read this I kid you not @melodygatesauthor witnessed it on ft lmfao jfc
okokokokokok 1.5k, NSFW warning: pussydrunk Marc under the cut
He began by kissing the sensitive skin under your ear, lips dragging down your neck as his hands trailed across your hips, teasing the edge of your bottoms. You were embarrassingly wet rather quick, your thighs rubbing together desperate for friction. It had been a long month, and Marc tried his best to keep his paws hands off you as much as he could, but now that he was free to touch, he couldn't hold himself back anymore.
A high pitched keen left your mouth and he froze, mouth hovering right above the collar of your shirt. You froze, eyes wide and trained on the ceiling. You were so needy.
Marc just laughed, he fucking laughed at you, and continued to nuzzle your neck.
"Missed me?"
"You could say that," you replied a little too breathlessly for your liking.
Marc mouthed at your breasts through your top, kissing and leaving wet marks in the thin fabric of Steven's t-shirt.
"Me, too, baby, missed how wet you always are for me."
At that, his hand broke the barrier and reached into your panties, groaning at the mess he found between your legs. You whined at the feeling of his fingers just playing with your folds, not fully giving you what you needed from him.
He pressed his forehead into your sternum and your hands instinctively reached for his hair, threading your fingers through the soft curls and tugging slightly; desperate, so so desperate.
You were fine until he had given you that look, the look that left you almost scared to be at his mercy, not knowing how far he was going to push you, how much he'd make you beg for it, how much he'd want from you. Because he did, he wanted so much, and you couldn't help but want to give everything you had, til your last breath.
"Can't believe I had to wait a whole month just to feel you again," his voice came out muffled against the stupid t-shirt you were still wearing. You wanted to cry when he ripped his hand free from your sleeping bottoms, but before you could beg him for something, anything, he was already up on his knees, pulling them off of you.
"A whole fuckin' month without tasting you," he scoffed. You just stared at him, mouth open as you tried not to let your eyes water from how badly you wanted him.
He wrenched your knees apart on Steven's bed, his t-shirt bunched up right under your breasts, ironically the only thing you had on at this point. You wondered if he was watching, if he could see you dripping.
Marc certainly could. He just stared at your core for too long before saying anything and you'd be lying if you said you could breathe normally.
"Missed the way you smelled, too," he groaned as he swiped his fingers through your slick folds, holding them up in the light and splitting them to see your honey before suckling them.
He bent his head before you could reply, lowering himself to kneel on the floor before you, dragging your hips to the edge of the bed. You tilted your hips up slightly, rendered speechless at the rough edge to his voice but widening your legs like an offering.
The moments between him watching you twitch and pant above him and him actually leaning forward to have the first taste felt like eternity but you didn't break the eye contact, in fear of him making you wait longer.
You let out the breath you had been holding the second his tongue touched your soaked folds, one long, slow lick, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit on the upstroke.
"Ohhhh!"
You didn't realize your hips lifted off the bed until Marc's arm slid around your thigh to hold you down, his other hand pressing divots into the softness of your thigh. His mouth worked over your mound, opening wide and devouring you whole, eyes closing in bliss as your taste hit his senses and moaning into you.
Somehow, his thumb was rubbing soft circles into your hip from where it was slug across your middle while his lips wrapped around your clit, suckling noisily; the juxtaposition of his actions coaxing a pathetic sound from you.
"Almost forgot what you tasted like," his voice rumbled into your waiting core, the vibrations making you drip onto the bedding. Your hands flex in their hold in his hair.
Marc presses his tongue back on you, in you, he's everywhere and it's too much and not enough all at once. He must have unlocked his jaw to be mouthing at you the way he is, and when you chance a look down you see that you were right in your assumption. His eyes snap open when he senses you shifting, meeting your eyes with a dark hunger that makes you quiver and clench.
Lifting his mouth off you after some time, you can see your slick all over his lips, down his chin and a bit of it on his nose from where it was buried in you. The sight alone pulls a sound between a whine and a moan from you, loud in the apartment, causing him to close his eyes on an exhale, almost like he's trying to control himself.
"Gonna stay still for me? Can you do that?"
He says this as he traces your entrance with the two fingers from earlier, the ones he so rudely ripped away from you.
"I asked you a question, need your words, baby."
How the fuck were you expected to answer him with your juices all over his chin?
"Ahh, y-yeah, yes, mhmmm," your voice trailed off as he slowly pressed his fingers inside, the intrusion most welcome after the time apart.
He curled his fingers after sliding in up to his knuckle, raising his eyebrows at your pinched expression. You were so keenly aware of his hands on you, immediately reaching out to grab his free hand when it started to shift against your hips. Marc intertwined your fingers as he began the slow thrust of his fingers, watching his hand moving between your legs, in your soft and wet walls.
Your moans start to fill the room, your hips starting to move of their own accord as his fingers filled you up so perfectly, in time with his thrusts and Marc just watched the whole time, his eyes fixed on you soaking his hand.
"I-I wanna come," you pleaded.
"I know, baby, I know, just-"
He didn't get to finish, his mouth lowering to you again, gathering your slick with his tongue before slurping at your clit. You feel yourself reaching your end, your pussy fluttering over his thick fingers, signalling that you were close, that you were about to gush all over him.
He moaned into you again, squeezing your hand where you were still connected to let you know to come, letting you know he was waiting, his fingers pressing so deep, curling just right-
The pleasure clouded your mind, drowned you underwater, your ears ringing and your vision whiting out. You only knew Marc, and the relief you felt in your core, cascading out of you and right into Marc's waiting lips. He lapped up everything you were giving him, eagerly, hungrily, eyes closed in bliss with you.
You don't know how long you were there for, suspended in that moment of euphoria as he drank all that you offered him, but when you came to he was licking you clean, kissing your pubic bone affectionately afterwards.
You swallowed before attempting to speak, noticing how dry your throat had gotten which got you thinking- oh god, how loud you must've been in your high.
He squeezed your hand again, testing to see if you were okay in classic Marc fashion - imperceptibly.
Your breathing was uneven and heavy, but you were smiling and squeezed his hand back in response. You pulled him toward you by his hand, and he sweetly obliged you, gathering you in his arms on the bed. You nuzzled your face into his chest shyly as he pulled your half-naked body snug against his still dressed one, the hard lines of him grounding you back to yourself.
"'M here, baby, did so good for me," he was speaking low, the vibrations through his chest blanketing your mind, curling around it like an embrace.
Marc adjusted Steven's shirt that you were still wearing, and pulled the comforter around the both of you in case you dozed off. He was so wrapped up in you, both literally and figuratively, that he didn't notice Steven hovering near the forefront of the head-space, eagerly awaiting his turn once you were well rested enough.
The body was itching for a release of its own, and Steven would be damned before he let Marc have all the fun.
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A Messy Escapade
Pairing: Steven Grant x f!Reader
Word Count: 1399
Warnings: S m u t. Intense bj. Some dirty talk. Horny-ass reader. Slight dom!Steven but not really. Edging but not really. Language. 18+, please.
Summary: Steven wasn't usually like this. He's ever the patient man, rarely demanding and rarely so...needy. But something about tonight had been different.
So this is my first smut like EVER. This is not beta read, sorry in advance for any mistakes and tense shifts. No plot LOL And please be easy on me! Let me know what you guys think! Hope ya’ll enjoy :)
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Steven wasn't usually like this.
He's ever the patient man, rarely demanding and rarely so...needy.
But something about tonight had been different.
It was his turn to plan a date night and it was only meant to be a nice dinner downtown at a restaurant you'd both never been to but heard so much about. Something about a wide salad variety and wine selection. He couldn't remember anymore, not with the way your mouth was on him, sucking him off with a force that had his knees buckling in the washroom of said restaurant.
And god, you wore the prettiest black dress. It hugged you in all the right places, accentuating the parts of you that Steven could map out in his mind. The sequins sewn into the fabric twinkled and shined with each bob of your head, the dim lighting casting shadows over your pretty face as you went to work, slurping and lapping at him like a kitten.
Steven peered down at you with hooded eyes, watching how his cock disappeared past the seam of your lips. Spit dribbled down your chin and over your masterful fingers, gripping the base of his cock with the perfect amount of pressure.
It was a messy, messy escapade.
His head fell back against the wall, mouth agape as you swirled your tongue around his head in the way you knew he loved. You were meticulous in your actions, using your hands to stroke him carefully before devouring him again, hungry for the grunts and whimpers that escaped him.
It was his first time doing something naughty like this with you in public. You sucking his dick in the washroom of a fucking restaurant? The whole experience was too much and not enough at the same time. It made him feral, impatient for his release, and so fucking needy.
Before he could think, Steven threaded his fingers into your hair roughly, almost painfully. He was controlling the speed now, forcing you to suck him much faster and much deeper. He watched you choke and sputter on his cock, struggling to catch up with the new pace he’d set.
Steven wasn't usually so rough with you.
He preferred to hold you as if you were a dainty little thing in his hands, a vase made of Italian glass, far too precious to be handled roughly. But seeing you now, eyes glazed with lust, on your knees, and mouth full of him, well, Steven finally understood.
“You like it this way, don’t you, love,” he muttered, voice grainy as if he’d swallowed gravel, “you like it when I make you choke on my cock.” Your eyes fluttered as you released a moan that sent ripples through him, your hand snaking underneath the hem of your dress to relieve the ache between your legs.
It was absolutely filthy.
He should’ve known you were horny, should’ve known you were aching for him from the moment you eyed him from under your curled lashes, your lips already tinted a shade darker from the red cabernet, your dinner completely forgotten.
“Mm, that’s it, darling,” as his confidence grew so too did the words that tumbled from his mouth, “take as much as of me as you can.”
You complied with Steven’s rapid rhythm, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could, your tongue doing its sensual dance around his length, driving him closer to the edge. You moved your hand from between your legs, your wet fingers clawing his black trousers, pushing them farther down past his knees.
The pressure of Steven’s tip hitting the back of your throat made your eyes wet with unshed tears, causing more sloppier motions and noisier suctions.
Steven was gone, the pressure building from his toes and up towards his core, his eyes screwing tightly shut and ears catching every single obscene noise that came out of you.
"L-love," he stuttered, "I'm about t-to..." You pulled away instantly, chest heaving and a glistening smile spreading over your swollen red lips.
Steven whined, head drooping forward in defeat.
"You're a cruel mistress, darling," he muttered, his thumb grazing your lower lip, smearing your salvia over your cheek, "such a tease." You hummed, letting your eyes flutter close at his touch. You didn't move, your face still inches away from Steven's hard length, knees pressed deeply in the blue tiled floor, and hands still gripping his trousers.
"The waiter will get suspicious, Steven." You rasped out, yet you hadn't moved to illustrate your point. You stayed on your knees, head tipped up, glazed eyes looking at Steven as if pleading with him. He searched your gaze, momentarily amazed your eyeliner had stayed in place and your mascara hadn’t streaked down your cheeks.
“What do you want, sweet girl?” His thumb continued to stroke your cheek, his eyes searching yours, “You want me to roughen you up like Marc and Jake do, yeah?” You bit your lip, a mewl escaping you in response. Again, Steven understood.
He hesitated for a moment before his fingers curled into your hair, pulling your head back.
“Open your mouth, please,” his tone was soft but with just enough command for you to obey instantly, “tongue out, love.” Steven wrapped his other hand around the base of his cock, slapping his length gently over your tongue once, then a second time with more force. “Now suck.”
You wasted no time, once again wrapping your lips around his length and allowing him to move you at the pace he wanted. Steven’s head hit the wall for the second time, his lips parted and his breath uneven. His hand was merciless in guiding your mouth back and forth over his slippery cock.
He’d forgotten about the food and the wine and the damn waiter, his mind only focused on how good your mouth felt and how good you made him feel.
“Oh God,” he whimpered, fingers tightening in your hair, “I-I can’t hold it.” As soon as you moaned in response, Steven groaned, curling forward. He held your head flush against his pelvis as he painted your mouth and throat with his cum. “Take it, love.” He moaned, and you did. Every single drop.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked once he caught his breath, his body relaxing and his fingers massaging your scalp to ease whatever pain he might have inflicted. He caught a glimpse of you licking your lips free of his cum and that was enough for his softening cock to harden again.
“No, baby, I liked it.” You grinned, placing a chaste kiss on his soft member before helping him with his trousers and belt.
Steven grabbed your forearms and helped you up, your legs trembling from your kneeling position but that didn’t stop you from surging forward to kiss him. He could taste himself on your tongue, his bitter flavor mixed with the bitterness of the red wine. Absolutely filthy.
“That was fucking amazing, darling,” he moaned over your lips, moving to pepper kisses up your neck and over your cheeks, “such a good girl.” His hand ran down the length of your arm and down your thigh, pushing your dress up to settle two fingers between your legs. “Bloody hell,” he muttered, “you're soaked, love.” You shivered as he swirled his fingers around your wetness, pulling his hand out to inspect. Your juices clung to his fingers and before he could react you plunged his thick digits into your mouth with a moan.
“We gotta go,” Steven groaned, watching you taste yourself, “we gotta go home now.”
“Now, Steven?” You feigned disappointment, your tongue continuing to lap over his fingers as you pressed you body against his. His cock was hard. “What about dinner?”
“We’ll take it to go, yeah?” He insisted, pecking your lips. He moved with lightning speed to straighten your pretty dress and smooth down your hair, making sure his girl was decent before going back out in public.
“But—”
“We gotta go, now, love. No, don’t look at me like that, this is all your fault, you little minx.”
The false pout on your lips shattered and was replaced with a grin you couldn’t hold back. A giggle burst from you when Steven unlocked the bathroom door and pushed you forward with urgency, ignoring the knowing looks from those that were waiting patiently for the washroom.
#moon knight#moon knight fanfiction#moon knight fandom#moon knight fanfic#steven grant x reader#steven grant x you#moon knight smut#steven grant smut#marc spector#marc spector smut#marc spector x reader#moon knight imagine#moon babies#moon boys#moon baby
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Do you ever see your fictional man and wanna do this to him?
#*pat pat*#good job baby <3#i just wanna kiss their foreheads#marc spector#steven grant#jake lockley#jack russell#the corinthian#quinn mckenna#donald pierce#bucky barnes#frank castle#matt murdock
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#bby steve rogers#steven grant rogers#steve rogers#steeb#fashion icon#captain slaymerica#catfa#catws#cacw#brooklyn baby#bucky barnes wrote this article#bucky barnes#steeb and bucket#there was a typo guys so i reposted 😩#marvel#mcu#stucky#steve rogers drabble
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marc spector is the type of person who…
a/n: since steven got one, imma do marc and jake too also because im feeing demotivated to write but we dont talk about that
steven | jake
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hates swimming in open water (especially caves) because it reminds him of his brothers death
cant cook
wants to sleep in but physically cannot
bottles up his emotions and then trauma dumps steven
buys juice boxes to heal his inner child
acts like he hates steven’s vegan diet but secretly loves it
leaves a piece of meat on the countertop to scare steven
will steal jake’s hat and tries it on
he thinks he looks better with it on, jake tolerates this only because he knows marc wouldnt put a scratch on it (marc is scared of jake and his threats)
is so deprived of compliments he doesnt even know how to take one
reels when anyone says his name in the same sentence with anything good. it scares him tbh
watches rom coms in his free time
loves to visit the museum steven used to work at and get a free tour from his counterpart
when comfortable with someone, he’s a mess of words and frantic hand movements and bright eyes
gels his hair back because steven “wont let him get one fucking haircut”
has yelled at jake out loud and thoroughly embarrassed himself and gotten kicked out of his favorite grocery store
has bursts of confidence that usually last twenty minutes max
gives shitty advice
either overthinks things through or doesn’t think at all. no in between. he thinks or he doesn’t.
looks like they could kill you, could kill you but wouldn’t
is a cinnamon roll
really needs wants a therapist but cant ask for help so he uses steven instead
yells at khonsu all the fucking time but deep down loves him and appreciates what the god has done for him (good and bad, granted)
hates being calles by his full name (that fucking shitshow of a mother he had called him that when she was mad)
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justice for marc spector my sweet bbg
#i am marc and marc is me#we reflect eachother#someone give this babie a big fucking hug rn#moon knight#jake lockley#marc spector#oscar issac#steven grant#steven grant x reader#jake lockley x reader#marc spector x reader#oscar issac imagine#marvel#moon knight tv#jake lockley x you#marc spector x you#steven grant x you#oscar issac x reader#i have spoken. goodnight
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Your honour, I love him
#he’s the tiniest baby alive I think mhm yes#baby#absolute baby#oscar isaac#Marc Spector#jake lockley#Steven grant#moonknight#Poe dameron#Star Wars#dune#duke leto#leto atreides
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