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Only for You (Steven Grant x reader)
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Warnings: MDNI, Smut, fingering, oral (fem receiving), protected p in v, popping someone’s cherry, dirty language, swearing.
Word count: 3.8k worth of filth and fluff, yay
A/N: I wanna lay on his chest fr (also his fucking hands just-) I’m fucking sorry but I just realized that I have never written Steven Grant smut, holy shit. Here it is, soft, first-time sex with Steven <3
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“Don’t laugh Steven! I'm not scared of sex, I’m just saying that there are other things that I want in a relationship too.” you pout, elbowing Steven square in the stomach.
“It's not like I know how good sex is anyway.” You grumble as Steven chuckled.
You and Steven were curled up on the couch, a forgotten movie playing softly on your laptop. Your head was settled comfortably on his chest, a fluffy blanket over the both of you. If anyone had walked into Steven’s flat then, they would see the picture of your perfect version of a couple.
Except, well, you and Steven weren’t together.
You and him had been watching a movie when a particularly sexy scene came about and you moved to bury your face into Steven’s chest in embarrassment. Part of you had just wanted to stay there, all warm and comfortable but Steven had started to laugh, and is now prodding you slightly about your abstinence from the act of fornication.
He also had been nagging you about how you ditched your Tinder date to instead come to Steven’s flat bearing gifts of wine and chocolates.
“What are the other things you’d want then?” your best friend pushed on, sitting up slightly to close the laptop and place it on the coffee table before gazing down at you.
You shrunk slightly under his gaze, suddenly feeling shy.
Despite being the sweetest human being on the planet, sometimes when he was really into a conversation, Steven would have a sparkle in his eyes that made you feel slightly intoxicated. The first time that happened, you were surprised with the way your body reacted to him, in a fluid way, as if it was totally in tune with the nature that he had presented to you.
Forget sex. You had never been in a romantic relationship. In fact, Steven’s probably the first person in this big blue world who has been this close to you. You cherished him and held him oh so close to your heart, but that made you fall so incredibly hard for him.
But Steven was older, more mature and probably had more experience than you could ever uncover. Why would he want someone as inexperienced and young as you?
Instead you choose to avoid his eyes, staring at your hands that fisted the fluffy blanket.
“You’d think it's stupid.” you mumbled.
“Now, love, I never in a million years would think that. Come on, let's hear it then.” he urged, his hand finding yours for comfort.
You hold his hand in both of yours by his fingers, his hand comically bigger than yours. The weight of his hand in yours was reassuring and safe. You found yourself tracing his life line as you stared into space.
“I’d want them to dance with me in the rain even if both of us have two left feet. I’d want to go on long walks with them and talk about the stupidest things in the world. I’d want to hold their hand and run errands. I’d want them to sing me soft, made up songs, or read me poetry. I’d want them to make me smile even during my darkest days. I’d want them to just hold me in their arms and whisper sweet fluffy things. I’d want them to be my safe place, my comfort person. I’d want someone who can heal me, Steven.” your voice breaking a little when you got to the end of your list.
The both of you sat in silence for a while. You turned your focus entirely to the beat of Steven’s heart and the way his body was pressed to yours. You continued to toy with his fingers, brushing your thumb over a small scar over and over. You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t want him to fulfill all that you had just said.
“Is that too much to ask for, or am I going to end up being an eternal virgin, eternally alone?” you laughed a little as you said it.
“Would you like me to try?” Steven whispered suddenly, the words spilling out of him in one breath.
At that very moment, you froze. You felt as if the world ceased to exist at the sound of his words.
Steven took a deep breath before continuing.
“You have already given me the opportunity to know you, in the best way possible, as your best friend. Darling, I’ll let you step on my feet while we dance in the rain. I’ll be your book of stupid facts while we walk around London aimlessly. I’ll never let go of your hand and I’ll sing you songs of my love for you and read you poetry about your pure beauty. I’ll make sure that beautiful smile doesn’t leave your face and I’m not a doctor, but I swear to you, on my life, that I’ll do my best to heal you.” He says as his free hand lightly runs up and down your arm.
“And I hate to be so frank, but I’m already holding you in my arms and I’m trying my best to whisper sweet things to you. Besides, if you didn’t feel safe, I doubt you’d still be slotted next to me holding my hand in yours.” He simply stated, as if he was proving a point.
You didn’t realize you were breathing rapidly until your eyes caught the movement of your chest. You licked your lips, attempting to say something back to Steven.
“Fuck.” was all that you managed instead.
“I could do that very well too if you like.” Steven said without missing a beat.
“YOU COCKY BASTARD!” You wriggled away from him and laughed, sitting up slightly to watch as a smile bloomed on his rosy face.
“You’d do that for me?” you whispered, the second the laughter died down.
“I’ll do anything for you, only for you.” He reassured as his eyes searched yours, bringing a hand up to cup your face. “I want to be the constant in your life, so, my darling, would you like me to try?”
“Yes, please.” You closed your eyes and leaned into his hand, before feeling yourself pulled close to him.
Your eyes fluttered open and you found yourself staring into dark orbs that you had constantly found yourself lost in on a daily basis.
“Can I kiss you and show you how hard I’ll try then?” Steven whispered, his eyes drowning you in his own sanctuary.
“Yes, Steven.” was the last thing you heard yourself say before you lost yourself in him.
Steven’s lips were soft and forgiving against yours as your mind scrambled to comprehend that you were having your first kiss. Your hand shook as you tried to find purchase, settling to grab Steven’s t-shirt. His nose slotted perfectly against yours and you could smell his aftershave and feel his stubble against your skin.
You could tell Steven was trying hard to take it slow but as you straddle his lap, he brought his hand to your hip to push you further into him. The friction made you gasp, allowing Steven to lick into your mouth, creating a symphony of sounds from the both of you.
The both of you stopped for air, but you couldn’t pull yourself away from him, choosing to breathe the air that he heavily breathed out.
“How was that?” Steven asked, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ears.
“For my first? I couldn’t have asked for more.” you hissed slightly as Steven still kept an iron grip on your hip to push you against him, feeling the dynamic shift between the two of you.
You kissed Steven with all your last might and you could hear and feel a deep groan erupt from him as you pressed yourself against him, the wine you had edging you on. He kissed you back with equal fervor, as if he couldn’t get enough of you by the second. You ran your hands through his curls tugging them slightly causing him to whimper. You pressed yourself down on him, hard, realizing that you relished in the sound he made when you tugged on his hair. You could feel him, hard against you and a part of you felt absolutely victorious but the other part that was unsure slowly started to win over.
“I’ve never done this before, Steven.” you whisper as Steven moans, and you could tell that he was holding back from rutting his hips against you.
“That’s alright, love. Do you want to stop?” Steven says with a worried tone in his voice.
You gazed at Steven, at the state that you had put him in. His curls were astray and his lips were parted. Lust had blown his pupils wide open and you swear you could see a galaxy in them from your vantage point.
“No, I don’t want to stop. Not with you. Could you show me?” you plead.
“Let's take things slow,” Steven soothed you, slowly lifting you off him and laying you on your back. “I’m going to eat you out, love, but I need you to promise me that you’ll stop me if it gets too much for you.” he said while his large fingers hooked the waistband of the sweats that you stole from him.
Your face burned furiously at his words, not expecting the forwardness. You wanted to cross your legs and pull away but this was Steven. Your Steven. He would keep you safe.
“I promise.” You whispered back, your heart thumping in your chest.
Steven kissed your inner thigh, pushing your thighs apart to reveal your clothed cunt as you propped yourself onto your elbows to watch him make a mess of you. Your legs hung limp on either side of him, and you felt like a rag doll, absolutely powerless.
He started lightly marking your inner thighs, his tongue soothing out the evidence of his ministrations everytime your moans got a little too out of control. You swirl your hips, not content that your cunt wasn’t getting what it had been initially promised. Feeling a little bolder, your hands flew to his curls as you tried to direct him to what you really needed.
You felt yourself go dizzy as Steven’s fingers suddenly pushed your panties to the side, feeling your already dripping slit.
“Gods, you’re already so wet for me, darling. Such a shame that no one else will get to see how pretty this pussy is now that it's mine.” he mumbled as he trained his eyes to your core.
Blood rushed simultaneously to your face and clit, making you cry out loud at Steven’s lewd commentary.
“Steven, I-” you try saying but you choke on your words as he catches you off guard by pushing a digit into you, pumping it in and out at a slow pace, a vulgar squelching sound reaching your ears. He curls the finger without a hint of sorrow, hitting that one special spot that makes your legs turn into pure jelly, enlisting a shaky moan from you.
“You feel so soft, my love.” he says almost darkly, taking the finger out of you and inserting it into his mouth, eyes not leaving yours and your eyes widen, taking in every square inch of what you were seeing in front of you.
He lowers his head to you until his nose brushes harshly against your clit, sending a shock through your body. Your back arches back as you bring his face closer to you by his hair. Steven didn’t seem to be bothered by the way you were literally suffocating him, instead he lapped a broad stroke along your slit, tasting your juices straight from its source. Your knee jerk reaction to the pleasure you were having was to clamp your thighs together, but Steven was faster than you, holding your thighs open with light pressure, as he pushed his tongue inside you. You felt like you were drowning in a pool of delight as Steven continued to absolutely devour you.
“So much for going slow, Mr. Grant.” You thought as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
You loved it. Nothing you’ve tried on yourself has felt anything like this. You could tell Steven was studying the pattern of your pleasure, choosing to change tactics when your moans were more hollow and sticking to what he was doing when you wailed and pushed yourself against him. His name rolled off your tongue like a prayer more than a plea and Steven relished the way you spoke it under the change of circumstance.
“Bloody hell, baby, keep saying my name like that. Make everyone know that I’m yours.” Steven groaned into your core as he paused for a breath.
Without meeting much resistance, he pushes two thick fingers into you, covering your clit with his mouth and starts to pump at a steady pace. You brought a hand up to your mouth to stifle your cries of pleasure, only for the hand to be pulled back down by Steven. The steady stimulation of his tongue instantly pushes you up and over your breaking point. You felt yourself clench around his fingers as his tongue runs soothing circles around your clit.
“Gods, I can feel you squeezing my fingers. You like that, angel? Trust me, you’re going to like my cock more.” he says, directing his filthy words into your cunt.
You came with his name echoing in your screams, your body convulsing uncontrollably as Steven helped you to ride out your high. After cleaning out the remnants of the first orgasm that he gave you with his tongue, Steven kissed your thighs softly as you bathed in its afterglow. Your eyes focused on his face, a shy smile encapsulating his wet lips as a soft shade of pink danced over his cheeks and nose.
“That was amazing, Steven. Thank you.” You stretched your arms out for him and he obliged, letting you grab him by the t-shirt and pull him down for a kiss as you wrapped your legs around his torso.
You pulled him further down with your legs so that his body was flush to you, only to have his clothed bulge grind into your sensitive clit making you gasp.
“Shit! Sorry, love!” Steven groaned as he tried to pull himself off you.
You were having none of it. You kept him down and grinded upwards, grinning at the look that passed his face.
“Are you sure, darling? I just don’t want you to be overwhelmed.” he breathed as you ducked your head into the crook of his neck to kiss him.
He smelled like sandalwood and papyrus, twisting your brain with a desire you never knew you had in you.
“I know you’ll be gentle, I can take it.” you said clearly, wanting him to realize that you wanted to see and feel his pleasure too.
Steven searched your eyes only to have you stare back, full of silent determination, before cradling you close to him and lifting you up as he stood from the couch, as if you weighed like a sack of potatoes. Steven’s strength never failed to surprise you. You remembered the time he helped you move into your new apartment, how he lifted several heavy boxes at once without breaking a sweat.
He settled you down on his bed softly, and you knew from that moment on that he was dead set on being gentle with you. He smoothed your hair on the pillow and kissed your forehead before sitting down beside you.
“Can I take your top off, darling?” he asked, his large palm kneading your hip as you smiled up at him.
“Yes, please, bra too.” you said as Steven raised his eyebrows at your shy demand.
He did as he was told and wasted no time in absolutely worshiping you.
“You’re fucking beautiful. Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Steven groaned, letting his hands roam your bare body as his eyes sparkled like a teenage boy.
His mouth and tongue traced patterns on your skin that made you start whimpering. You could feel your arousal grow between your legs again as Steven captured one of your nipples in his mouth and sucked softly, releasing them with a pop, only to knead at your breast with his large hands.
“Need you inside me.” you breathed as he sucked soft hickeys onto your skin, hickeys that only he could have an access to.
He moaned at your words and looked at you with hooded eyes, before proceeding to take off his clothes one by one. Your eyes widened as Steven pulled his boxers off and grabbed a hold of his length. You’ve obviously watched porn before and you’ve never seen a more beautiful cock in your life. He looked absolutely perfect to you, soft trimmed curls boarding the hilt of his long and girthy length with a pink head that was leaking pre-cum.
Your breathing quickened as you watched him pump himself a few times before rolling a condom on. Kneeling in front of you, he grabbed the bottle of lube from his bedside and coated his palm before stroking himself again.
“Steven, you’re a god.” you heard yourself saying as you scanned his body that was literally sculpted to perfection.
“Fuck, Y/N, don’t say that, I’m not gonna fucking last with your words.” He says as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your slit, catching your clit and making you throw your head back against the pillow.
“In, now.” you punctuated as Steven tried to take his time with you.
With the help of the lube and your slick, Steven slid inside of you with relative ease, shocking you and himself with how fast he bottomed out. There was a sharp pain as Steven stretched you out, followed by the sweet sensation of pleasure that made you whimper with ecstasy. You had never felt this full in your life and Steven’s cock was pressing deliciously in all of the spots you had never thought you had. His hands held you down with bruising strength, allowing you to adjust to his length, and only started moving when you started to grind your hips impatiently.
He showered you with praises as he moved with slow fluid movement, his hand inching towards you for you to grab onto. Instead of lacing your fingers together with him, Steven pulled your hand towards him and pressed it gently at the lower part of your belly. You moaned at the feeling of his cock inside of you, the tip bulging through your skin. He pressed down slightly harder, getting off at the feeling of your hand massaging his cock from the outside.
“Steven, you’re too good to me. Feels so good.” you slur as he pushed on slightly harder and deeper.
Tears started to flow from your eyes as your free hand gripped at Steven’s biceps, your nails leaving crescent shapes in his skin as he started to speed up his thrusts. His hand on your belly leaves yours, only for his fingertips to end up on your clit, the action causing you to shake. From the extra stimulation and the way his cock speared you, your second release came faster than your first, blinding you yet again with its powerful waves.
You could feel Steven’s movements start to stutter the second you came, his thrusts getting sloppier as he chased his release. He folded his body over yours and with a few more solid thrusts to your cunt, he groaned into your neck as he spilled thick ropes of cum into the condom.
It took the both of you a few minutes of heavy breathing to gather your thoughts. Steven came to his senses first, slowly pulling himself out of you before taking off the condom and discarding it. He then slowly stroked your hair as your breathing became more labored before taking a bottle of geranium oil from his bedside and dripping it all over your spent body.
You smiled at Steven as he massaged the fragrant oil into your skin. He focused on the points of your body that were sure to be sore tomorrow and silently pressed out all of the tension you had in you. Your body felt warm and you had a buzz running through you as if you had just ran a marathon. He massaged a silent thanks into you with every squeeze of his hand and you just laid there and stared at the man before you, wondering what kind of miracle had allowed you to get to this point. You looked past him and squinted into his apartment, giggling slightly at where your underwear had ended up.
“Hmm, am I really that funny, baby?” Steven said before following your line of sight and gasping at the sight of your underwear draped ungracefully over Gus’s fish tank.
“Oops, sorry Gus, mate.” He said sheepishly, his face turning red. “It's alright, darling, he won’t remember it.”
Steven flipped you over gently and started massaging your back, pulling small hisses and moans out of you. He kneads your lower back with his knuckles, providing you with stronger precision that knocks the wind out of your lungs with pleasure as you sink further into the mattress. He skims over the globes of your ass, making you giggle again. Flipping you onto your back, Steven pulls you into his lap as he settles himself against the headboard, covering the both of you up with a blanket to provide you with some privacy. You cuddle close to him, feeling safe in the small cocoon that he had created.
“Do you always end … it with a massage?” you asked suddenly, the question creeping up into your fluffy thoughts.
“No, actually.” Steven says, sitting up a little. “This was the first. I remember how you would say that massages were your favourites and that you would get a weekly massage if you had some disposable income.”
You blink up at him, realizing that he had been listening to you all along. Your heart swelled with the awareness that you had found your perfect man way before you had even comprehended it.
“Thank you, Steven. I love you.” you say before you could stop yourself as an unknown emotion settled upon Steven’s face.
Horror pulsed through you, your cock-dumb brain still too foggy for you to think anything coherent.
“Shit, sorry, I mean we only just had sex a few minutes ago. This is so uncool-” you stutter before Steven places a finger to your lips.
“I love you too, Y/N.” Steven says, genuinely as a chuckle reverberates through him and into your heart.
You calmed down immediately with his confession, your face blazing as you kissed him, finally feeling at ease with everything around you.
“Told you I can fuck really well.”
“FUCK OFF, STEVEN!”
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Hello 🤗
Can you do a HC when the moon boys realize that the reader is jealous? Like they're not used to the feeling of someone being jealous for them would they enjoy it? How would they assure the reader that they're the one and no one other?
hi, i love this idea!! thank you so much for requesting!! ❤️
STEVEN:
Steven is so excited to show you the museum
like, he’s bouncing off the walls
he’s having some kind of event at work, and of course he brings you as his plus-one
and does not stop talking about how perfect you look
there are literal stars in his eyes
you reciprocate the words, showering him with praises and excitement
to which he gives you the toothiest grin ever seen: he’s elated
so you make your way into the event, clinging onto Steven’s arm as he is already explaining certain artefacts
i can imagine him dragging you to a super specific one because he thought you would like it, and every time he saw it, he thinks of you
anyway, the event is fairly busy, full of historians and academics and professors, you know, smart people
“Woah, this looks... professional.” you whisper as Steven beams
“Doesn’t it?” he (awkwardly) retrieves 2 glasses of champagne off the waiter's tray and passes one too you. “For you, my darling.”
to which your gratefully sip it down because seeing all of these people makes you particularly nervous
it’s then that a woman comes over. and my, does she look... wow.
you physically straighten up as she stalks over, elegant and confident, making you realise how bad your posture was
and she offers you both a smile.
she’s a professor at some kind of fancy university, teaching Egyptology, and has just come back from a year abroad researching archelogy in Egypt.
your jaw drops slowly at her words, because hello, she’s an actual Goddess.
but then... you catch sight of Steven
eyes twinkling with wonder
cheeks rosy with adoration
hands fiddling with each other in nervousness.
oh.
you feel a weird heat in your stomach, rising like bile and settling as nausea
and you feel bad because you trust Steven and this woman is wonderful and accomplished and stunning, why wouldn’t he want her?
and soon enough, you’ve listed every way she’s better than you and it’s already started;
jealousy.
and it’s not in a spiteful, envious way. your admiring her just as much as Steven is.
by the time she’s done talking, it looks as though Steven’s ready to start applauding
...whilst your about to start crying
“I am doing a lecture on my findings in a few days. You should both come by.”
“Woah, really? That sounds, yeah, great. can’t wait.”
and you politely nod, taking a long sip of your drink which is nearly finished
because you don’t know if you can handle any more of it.
the rest of the event goes by quickly, partly due to your growing tipsiness
when it’s finally time to leave, Steven’s beaming
like, glowing with happiness
you find it in yourself to fake happiness as Steven excitedly recites the events of the evening, complete with dramatic hand gestures and small chuckles
“Oh and that professor? Woah, wasn’t she great?”
“So great.”
“Can you believe she invited us to a lecture? I can’t wait to hear her speak, and see the pictures from Egypt- can you believe what she found?”
"Oh yes she’s so amazing, you should’ve got her number.”
you didn’t mean to sound so sarcastic, truly, but the alcohol in your system was amplifying all the emotions you felt and how you were showing them
Steven slowed to a stop, face shifting in confusion as he turned to you smiling
“Oooohhh I see what’s happening. Someone’s jealous! Beware of jealousy, it is the green-eyed monster. ya know? From Othello, innit?”
There’s a twinkle in his eyes as if he’s finding this amusing, clearly because of how good his evening went
and you feel guilty for your stupid insecurities
“Hilarious. Look, can we just keep walking? I’m tired.”
Steven’s smile falters as he suddenly notices how upset you look, how your lips are downturned at the sides and how your eyes are drooping slightly
“Hey, ‘m sorry, love, c’mon, wait a second.”
you do, avoiding his gaze
his hands come up to rest on your forearms and he tuts
“I didn’t mean to be funny. I just- Guess i’m not used to having someone be jealous for me. That sounds silly. I guess-”
“It’s fine, Steven. It isn’t your fault. It’s mine.”
He looks confused, head cocking to the left lightly
“What d’you mean?”
You sigh because this, this is awkward
suddenly the piece of gum on the sidewalk looks really interesting as you try and avoid the conversation
but Steven can read you look his favourite book and lifts your chin with his fingers so that your forced to face him
i can imagine his ‘it’s okay, you can tell me anything face’ and it makes me wanna cry ahh i love him
anyway, you throw your hands up in exasperation
“My heart... and my head...” you hesitate, tryna find the words
“And your shoulders, knees and toes?” Steven tries to joke, making you smile, before he apologies and motions for you to continue
“I think you could do better than me.” oh
he didn’t expect that
“And I guess seeing that perfect woman, like seriously, she was perfect-”
“Hold up, should I be jealous?” He tries to joke again, but he can’t help his heart dropping at how you feel
“It just reminded me how opposite I am, how... you could find your soulmate one day, or one of you could decide you want different, better, than me and leave.”
Steven is silent for a moment
“Huh?”
“I said-”
“Know what you said, just how... how could you think like that, eh?”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, what? Sorry? Why on earth are you sorry? This is my fault obviously for not making you feel like I love you enough.”
“That’s not-”
“Your absolutely perfect to me, to us. And I often find myself asking the question of how we got so lucky to have you. S’ perfect, my love, you should know that. My job to show you that, ain’t it?”
and he pulls you into an embrace, smiling into your shoulder as you mutter ‘thank you’ and ‘love you’ whilst smiling back
“Now, let’s get you home, you can pick the movie, and I’ll sort out the snacks... yeah?”
“That sounds perfect, Steven.”
“Just like you.”
MARC
It really wasn’t Marc’s fault
he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and for you? well, it was the worst possible day.
it wasn’t exactly rare for people to be drawn too your boyfriend’s because um have you seen them
so you could deal with their advances normally
normally.
but not today.
not as someone had all but wrapped their body around him
you felt a level of possessiveness at the subtle but intimate act of a drunk girls arm’s around his and with the added push of alcohol, there was a new level of jealousy coursing through your veins
not today
So, putting on your most innocent look, you carried yourself over to where Marc was stood, beer in hand, laughing politely
“Hey, baby. What ya up too?” your voice was slurred and slightly raised as you placed a hand on your boyfriend’s back
and Marc, the soft bean he is, turns instantly, face lighting up
“Hi, babe, got you a drink... somewhere.”
“A drink? Your so nice.”
and to emphasise your point, you place a firm kiss on his cheek
to which slightly-drunk, oblivious Marc just smiles
the girl hanging on to him, also innocent in this situation, offers an apologetic smile- i’ll leave you too it
and you almost feel bad when you get home and feel slightly agitated
because nothing came of the situation and both parties were not in the wrong
“Wanna order some food, Y/N/N? ‘m fucking starving. Hey, baby? We can get some from that vendor you like-”
“Not hungry. Might just go to bed.”
and you hate yourself for being bitchy but you had a terrible week and you were feeling the aftermath of the alcohol and you needed to sleep in case you snapped
“Oh. That’s okay, we can sleep-”
“You can eat. Order whatever.”
Whilst you drift surprisingly fast into an uncomfortable slumber, Marc stays awake
what did I do wrong?
and because he’s drunk, everything feels 100x amplified
soon enough, it’s morning and he’s still awake
ready to cook you breakfast, get you pain relief, watch all the TV you want
but his plans are disrupted when you turn over and wrap an arm lazily over his bare waist
oh.
“ ‘morning, gosh, my head’s banging.” you mumble in a post-sleep haze and Marc is frozen because you were mad at him
“Did you, urh, sleep well?”
“Hmm, well enough.”
and then your snuggling into his side
and he can’t help but ask the question:
“Why were you mad at me?”
“Sorry?”
“Last night... you, well, you were mad. Didn’t wanna eat with me.”
and the events slowly come back to you
“No, no, I’m an idiot, ow!” your head stabbed as you sat suddenly, and you shuffled so you were looking down at him, hands resting on his chest
“I was acting stupid and drunk and, I don’t know, seeing you with that girl made me slightly jealous. And it’s such a gross feeling, and I wasn’t right to take it out on you. I’m sorry, honey.”
“Wait, you were jealous? About me?”
and he can’t help but be in disbelief that someone cares about him enough to feel jealousy
“I mean, yeah. Your the ‘dream man’, ya know? I’m incredibly lucky to have you.”
he’s silent as he looks up at you, suddenly feeling overwhelmed
“I care about you endlessly, yeah?”
and it pushes him over the edge as he pulls you down to lie with him
your head- along with your heart- pounding at the sudden position change but you ignore it, letting him nuzzle his head into your chest and feel the flesh of your thighs
“I love you,” he mumbles, “thank you for caring about me enough to feel jealous.”
and he’s smiling, teasingly, but his words are true
“Why, of course, darling.”
JAKE
Jake Lockley was confident
and why shouldn’t he be?
that man is physically flawless
and definitely has a way with words
so one day, your out on a date, and it’s a really nice restaurant
and your wearing your favourite outfit - and Jake’s favourite outfit- and he has not stopped talking about how good you look
and you feel it- until you see someone slip Jake their number
Jake doesn’t even react, just gives it back to them in rejection
because he’s with you
and suddenly, you feel the odd mix of jealousy and insecurity sweep through your body
because your right there
and whoever slipped Jake that number, well, they didn’t think you were worthy of him, so who else would?
and soon enough, your down the rabbit hole of self-doubt and illusions
you're silent on the way home, despite Jake’s hand on your thigh, or his soft words or his gentle whistling
and when you get back to your shared flat, you all but crumble on the sofa
Jake notices.
“Hey, you okay, Mi vida? You’ve hardly said a word since we left, eh?”
you mutter a half-arsed excuse, that ‘your fine’ and ‘just tired, ‘s all’
“Hmm, likely story. What’s really wrong?”
“Nothing, Jake, I said, I’m fine.”
“And I said I don’t believe you. So, fess up, before I make you.”
he’s teasing you, playful smile gracing his features
but when he see’s you look away, almost sadly, his eyebrows twist in confusion
“Y/N,” he says, “You can talk to me, please.”
“Someone gave you their number.”
Oh.
Jake tries to think back at the interaction he brushed by, because it wasn’t important to him
did he do something suggestive?
“Are you mad at me? I gave it back to them, you know, if you think for a second I would betray you-”
“N-no, no it’s not that! I just-”
“Just what?”
“It made me...”
you feel complete embarrassment as you avoid his eyes like the plague, picking at your fingers, the sofa, anywhere to avoid this
but he’s smiling, you realise, teasingly again
“Your jealous?”
bastard.
“I mean, kind of, but-”
“C’mon, you don’t need to be jealous, ya know your the only one I have eyes for. Especially in that outfit.”
you refrain from rolling your eyes, partly because whilst Jake Lockley is confident, he’s also cocky
“I wasn’t jealous, per se, I was-”
“You don’t have to lie ‘cause your embarrassed, baby.”
“Fuck sake, Jake, I was insecure!”
and then the teasing look on his face drops completely
“Insecure?”
and it’s so humbling to feel his gaze on you, and you want to crawl into bed and sleep and forget you said anything
“I guess, I don’t wanna be, I just, you know, saw that people want you and nobody expected us so why should, should I?”
And Jake is silent before he all but showers you with affirmations you’ve heard before:
‘your beautiful, inside and out’
‘you don’t need to be insecure’
‘people are jealous of you’
and none of it is going through, no matter what he says, and he realizes this, slightly agitated
“You're not even listening.”
you sigh, sinking into the sofa further
“No, I am! I just can’t find it in myself to believe it right now. I’m sorry, Jakey, this is stupid of me.”
“It is stupid. Because how could you ever think so low of yourself?”
yep, he’s angry.
“Look, how can I help? You want to keep talking?”
you don’t respond. no.
“You want some food?”
nothing.
“You want to go on a drive?”
you feel almost bad at your lack of response, but your feeling heavy, the jealousy leaving bile in your stomach and acid in your brain.
“You need me to convince you?”
and you look up at him, finally, making him smirk
“Ohh, I see. That’s what you want.”
and he walks over to you, lowering his face until he’s level with your own
and you shift in your seat because this man is so handsome it hurts
“Fine, mi amor, if you won’t hear my words,” -his lips are ghosting over yours- “then maybe you’ll understand my actions better,” - moving down, trailing along your neck, “Your it for me.”
and he’s leaving kisses between every word
“You're perfect,” along your collarbone, “And you corrupt all my fucking thoughts in the best ways,”
he’s moving back up now, up to your jaw, the spot just under your ear, your cheek, until nearly, finally-
“You done being jealous? You gonna start appreciating yourself?”
you could groan at how close his lips are to yours but he’s not giving in.
then his voice drops low, a hushed whisper so that his breath is mingled with yours as he says:
“Or do you need more convincing?”
then your lips are on each other’s, and it’s passionate and dangerous and desperate
but underneath, the message remains, the love and the care and the wonder
because all Jake wants is to show you, you don’t need to be jealous
you're all he will ever want and need
you're it for him.
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Steven Grant x Reader | Darling pt. 1
Darling pt. 1
Description: Steven and Yn are paired to be a fake couple for a mission.
Wc ♡ 2,830
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Warnings ♡ none
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Steven and I had been friends for about a year now. Ever since he and the boys were recruited to the avengers him and I have gotten along amazingly. I’d even consider him to be my best friend. We do everything together, between going to the bank, and getting some coffee for the team. It’s so refreshing to have someone like this, not to mention he always makes me laugh.
Though here we are now standing in front of Nick Fury as he just spilled the news of a new mission. A mission where Steven and I had to be boyfriend and girlfriend. “May I ask why? No- you know not that- I don’t mean- it’s not a problem!-“ Steven questioned the man his face turning red as he spewed out a bunch of words. He was now looking at me panicked and apologetic hoping I wouldn’t have taken offense to his question.
I laughed and shrugged it off, I was curious why also. “Because, it’s a publicity thing. We’re trying to take the heat off of Tony after his incident.” He began as if it made perfect sense. He seemed to have noticed our expressions of confusion and furthered the point. “People will be shocked at two avengers dating each other, I’ve been made aware of videos some fans have made, stories even.” He laughed to himself at this as if it were the craziest thing he’d heard. “They really want you two together, so we figure this will get a lot of attention and take it off of Tony,” he informed more seriously now.
I glanced at Steven who’d been staring at fury with his mouth propped in a trance. “So, what does it mean to be fake dating? How often do we have to act like it, and how far do we take it?” I questioned maturely. I knew I needed to know the information for the sake of the mission. “Also how long,” I added as the question came up.
He sighed at all the questions. “Alright alright,” he gestured me to slow my roll. “It means as far as anyone outside of this room knows, you two are together romantically. You have to act like it whenever you’re in front of someone else, unless it’s me. As for how far, I’m not sure I have the grounds to say that…” he said more awkwardly which made me feel rather embarrassed. I hadn’t meant I’d offer myself up to have sex with Steven for the sake of the mission but I fear I sounded like that’s what I meant. “Just do whatever you’d do with a boyfriend,” he said and gave me a nod as if to say this conversation was over. With a gruff expression he’d then left us to comprehend everything.
“Well… it’s a good thing we’re so close.” Steven began with a shocked laugh as he turned to look at me. I felt my cheeks heat up because this all still felt so intimate. The weirdest part of it all is the fact that I’m kind of excited about it. I wonder if he is too. “I think we skipped a few steps though,” he chuckled trying to lighten up the situation.
I smiled and laughed back. “Yeah… the fact that we can’t tell the team that this isn’t real either is just crazy to me,” I admitted while smiling to let him know I wasn’t angry and more just talking about the bosses choices. “Like, can you imagine what Kate is going to say? Ugh” I groaned out at the thought and as I said that Steven responded with an “ohmygosh” simultaneously.
Kate had always teased Steven and I about dating. Yes, prior to this mission and nick fury, we already knew about the avengers fans making ship edits of me and Steven. Because of Kate. How she came across that? Who knows. From that, and how close we were she’d always messed with us saying we might as well just put the label on our relationship. “Before we go out there, what’s the limits?” I asked Steven to try and get a gauge of how to act.
He stood there for a moment stumped, his cheeks reddened as he thought about it. “Uhm…” he was pretty flustered now I could tell he was extremely nervous. “I mean… he said to act how we would if we were really in a relationship… I just feel like I’m not good at acting, so I should probably be as authentic as possible y’know?” He began through a bright red face, his voice was so soft and sheepish. “Personally I’m rather affectionate, you know the hugging, kiss on the cheek, kind of thing yeah?” His eyes bore into mine as if he was hopelessly reading every single minor expression I could be making to find out if I was on the same page.
I nodded slowly taking in what he’d said. “So… we’ll hug and kiss on the cheek?” I wasn’t sure just how far Steven wanted to go but I felt like this wasn’t enough. I didn’t want to push but to be authentic this just wasn’t me. Although I won’t be going the full 100 on how I act in a relationship because I’m extremely affectionate.
He seemed to be conflicted, like he wanted to speak further but couldn’t bring himself to. I waited for a moment watching as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well… I don’t want to be pushy at all so please tell me no if you don’t want to but… I feel like kissing could be helpful too? Just… everything… arm around the shoulder, holding hands at the store… stuff I would do if I was your boyfriend,” he explained nervously he seemed to be breathing just a little heavier too. With his history of anxiety and panic attacks I could tell he was definitely pretty anxious right now.
I nodded in agreement. “No yeah, you’re completely right, I was gonna say the same thing. I just feel like real life relationships, well for me at least, are more affectionate like that. Plus if we have to act like it even here at home it helps to make it more realistic,” I reassured him with a bright and happy attitude so he would relax a little bit more. It definitely worked as I watched his expression melt and shoulders sink in a more relaxed state.
He bit his tongue and nodded. “So.. shall we?” He asked gesturing to the door while holding his hand out for me to take.
I couldn’t help but giggle at this, it just felt so weird being intimate with my best friend like this. He laughed too, as our fingers intertwined. Neither of our smiles left even after the laughter stopped. We walked out of the meeting room hand in hand and headed for the common area where we were spotted by Rhodey and Tony. “Woah! Didn’t know you had it in you Tomb Buster!” Tony smugly remarked through a grin, he nudged Rhodey with his shoulder. “So he can talk to girls,” he laughed but Rhodey seemed uncomfortable that Tony would say that in front of Steven so he just kept quiet and gave Steven a little nod and smile.
“What?” Steven’s brows rose in confusion and he had an innocent open mouthed smile on his face. “Is that some sort of bet or sumthin’?” He asked quietly, I could tell that Tony made him nervous. Probably because their personalities were pretty much polar opposite.
Tony leaned against the counter of the bar and held his chin in his palm, while inspecting Steven and I. “Yeah, always thought you were too… hmm.. shy I’ll say,” he continued on more seriously. “But hey! Good for you man, and YN too?! Got yourself a spicy one, isn’t that right reindeer games?” He announced to the corner of the room where we’d turned to see Loki in an armchair book in hand, and a very disinterested expression.
At the mention of his name he didn’t move, but his eyes made contact with us. He glared at Tony which would be the only form of a response he was going to get. “Idiot.” He grumbled to himself before looking back down to his book.
I felt very awkward, I just knew my face was a dead give away of that too. “What uh… what’s that supposed to mean?” Steven tried to be nonchalant but it was obvious he was a little displeased with the comment.
Tony lowered his head to Steven with a grin. “Common, you haven’t seen those two when they’re drunk? They’re like me on a Friday night,” he smirked over at me his eyes trailing my figure then back up. “Isn’t that right sweetheart?” He was so cocky the smugness dripped off of him.
I gave him a warning look then quickly glanced to Loki to find him staring right back clearly active in this conversation. He quickly turned away to look back at his book. “Thanks for making things awkward, maybe for your birthday I can get you a filter.” I joked through pursed lips while patting his shoulder.
“Filters are for coffee, you can get me a condom tough.” He said it with a mischievously smile before shielding himself from my hand knowing I’d be quick to retaliate with that comment. I smacked his chest but hit his hands as he blocked me.
“You’re disgusting Tony Stark!” I laughed and smacked one more time, he laughed hysterically as he dodged my attacks.
He held his hands up in defense as he walked backwards toward the hallway. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you’re right…” he softly apologized in a more serious tone. “Condoms are gross, hate the feeling, I’ll just go in all natural. Save your money, get me a better gift,” he spoke really fast while laughing before running into the hall as I lunged forward ready to smack again.
Rhodey took this as his sign to follow, I assume he was in the middle of a conversation with a very bored Stark who’d used me as a way to slip away from it. I looked to Steven as he watched Tony leave, he swallowed then slowly turned to me, his eyes darting to Loki on the couch then me again. “Me and Loki… have hooked up a few times… that’s all,” I felt the need to tell him the truth, otherwise things just felt very tense and awkward.
He nodded still not seeming very happy with the answer. “It’s nothing to worry about, we just kept each other company, filled each others wild and passionate needs,” Loki informed from his chair not looking up from his book.
Steven’s lips were a straight line as he stared at Loki on the couch. His brow furrowed slightly. “Well I feel like we should be mature about this and just say that YN and I are together now…” he said to Loki with a hint of malice in his tone.
Loki laughed from his spot a simple ‘Heh!’ With an amused expression he’d closed his book and stood up. “That’s interesting because we frequently talk about our lives and you’d never mentioned anything about a special person, not to mention a boyfriend,” he walked closer now zeroing in on me.
“Well I don’t tell you everything…” I tried my best to sound real but I knew the way I spoke was so artificial.
His eyes lowered, squinting skeptically. It felt like he could read right through me, like he knew something was off. “You know who I am love, you can’t fool me.” He said with a lowered, grizzly voice. And with that he’d left, his fingers brushing my hips, leaving me with a very bothered Steven.
He looked pissed now. He turned his from me and took a breath. I placed my hand on his arm and pulled him to look at me. “That guys a royal ass,” he began to vent through a scowl. “He acted like I wasn’t even here! Clearly flirting with you right in front of me when he knew you were my girlfriend! Well- you know-“ he began to stutter toward the end because he didn’t want me thinking this was too real to him.
“It’s okay, I know what you mean,” I soothed my hands both on his upper arms now. “Listen to me, Loki is just like that. He probably won’t stop either. I know this isn’t ideal, but it’s what we’re working with… I mean I don’t think either of us expected… this..”
He took a deep breath while looking at me. “I know, I know,” he seemed sad, and mad at the same time. Just completely bothered. “I don’t like it… the way he acts around you… I don’t want him-“ he began and paused for a second. “I don’t want him touching you.” he admitted though it was more dominant and stern than I’d ever expected from Steven Grant, and I hadn’t noticed but I’d unintentionally grinned at it. When he’d seen my face he couldn’t help but smile back. “Why are you smiling?” He said through a toothy grin.
“Nothing!” I defended playfully. “I just didn’t expect you to be so demanding,” I teased there was a hint of flirtatiousness to my tone.
He seemed to have picked up on it very quickly and he perked up. “Well you just haven’t known me so intimately before,” he started now in a more playful and upbeat mood. “I happen to be a very fierce and bold boyfriend,” he joked and put emphasis on the words to make himself seem more tuff which made me laugh.
“Ohh, wow, that’s pretty hot,” I went all out on this one and as soon as I said it I felt my heart start to race. This didn’t feel like a fake thing at all, it was so confusing. Steven’s flirting seemed so real, but that’s the point isn’t it? I can’t help but think that maybe this isn’t just the mission talking though… that maybe it’s really him. He seemed genuinely jealous at Loki’s flirting. This was the time to make or break this.
His brow rose and his confidence seemed to have grown. “Oh yeah? I’ll remember that then darling,” he flirted back his voice was lowered now and he’d stood so closely. The tensions were thick as we stared at each other. His hands slowly made their way around my waist before resting on my back, he pulled me into his chest and hugged me resting his head on top of mine. I relaxed my head to his chest and wrapped my arms around him back, feeling as he began to sway us. “If anyone else tries to flirt with my girlfriend I think I’ll go mad.” He huffed and it seemed more like a confession than a statement.
I didn’t know how to respond to this, so I go along with it? Do I joke it off? What if someone else is in here? Then I’d have to go along. I decided to go with my gut, “I’ll beat them up for you.”
He chuckled at his and his thumbs traced circles around my back. “I always knew I’d have to fight off the competition for you,” he didn’t seemed to have realized what he was saying until it was too late and I could feel his body tense once he did.
“Oh yeah?” I poked playfully. “You always knew huh? Seems like you’ve thought about it for a while now.” I commented to mess with him. I knew he’d be flustered but I thought it was cute.
His thumbs stopped moving and I could tell he was deep in thought. “Uhm…” he started but couldn’t seem to grasp how to reply. “I just-“ I leaned my head back to look at him, right then Bucky had walked in giving a greeting nod and sitting on the couch to readjust his arm. I looked back at Steven with an amused grin knowing how we truly did have to be all show about this fake relationship. He looked at me softly, his eyes bouncing between mine then down to my lips. This simple pattern of minuscule movements made my heart flutter. His breathing picked up as he slowly leaned closer to me his eyes now fixatives on my lips before he finally fully kissed me. It was a hungry, long and passionate kiss, his hands placed on my cheeks and mine on his chest. Once we’d finished he leaned his head back just a small bit, still very close to me, close enough I could feel his warm breath brushing my face. He traced circles with his thumbs on my cheeks while he stared at my face in awe, a smile slowly forming on his lips which I mirrored. “Yeah, I’ve thought about it for a while.”
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Moon Knight, Episode 2: Summon the Suit
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𝒫𝒪𝒱: You are Steven's crush and on the anniversary of their 5 years of friendship he decides to declare himself to you but when he comes home with a box of your favorite chocolates he discovers that you have a boyfriend and that they look very happy, Steven leaves the place crying uncontrollably and swears that Since that day, love does not exist for him and now he will try to forget you to the point of trying to get away from you. (poor thing, it hurt a lot to do this POV)
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Difficult Times Always Come To An End. Pt.3
Warnings; This last part will have a lot of gore, methods of torture, etc, etc, etc.
Part 2 can be read here
Enjoy!
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The first thing Y/n heard when she woke up was her own breathing, but even that sounded so far away from her. Then she felt the coldness of the basement, a cool draft that made her shiver. The the stench of blood made her feel sick. Who's blood?
Her eyes opened a crack, her hearing started to clear. One bright light shone into her eyes amongst the darkness. Though a pole casted a shadow, piercing through it's light. Following the pole down, a figure almost parallel to the floor beneath them. Her vision grew more clear, she immediately recognised the figure.
"Marc!" She cried.
Marc was already looking at her but then his gaze lifted to something else. She went to stand only to be grabbed by her hair from behind. "Don't!" Marc yelled.
The hand yanked her head back and a deep voice chuckled close to her left ear. "Good morning, Princess. I happy to see you can at least survive a sleeping draft. Let's see what else you can handle, hm?" Bushman said in a mockingly soft voice. That same voice got her here in the first place. What had he done to Marc? Couldn't Khonshu help him?
Y/n struggled to get him off her but he eventually pinned her to the floor.
He grabbed a hold of her neck, bringing the knife closing to her face. She struggled and kicked, but he stayed out of her line of fire, the blade shining in the moonlight.
He brought it up to her cheek as the last second, slowly dragging the sharp weapon along her soft and delicate skin. She let out cries of helplessness as he laughed. Marc could do nothing but watch. And the though of having to do that brought a few tears down his cheeks.
"Help her, Marc!" Steven cried, he was in distraught watching his love go through even the slightest state of agony. Marc grunted and yelled as he tried to move himself on the pole. If he could get out of this position he was trapped in, Khonshu's healing powers would finally kick in. His throat grew raw with his yells of agony yet Bushman just watched him until he gave up. The crazy murderer smirked then looked down at Y/n.
After dragging his blade back over her skin to collect the spilt blood, he raised the knife to his lips and slowly dragged his tongue along it. He closed his mouth and hummed in approval. "You have good taste, Spector."
Marc shot daggers at him. Bushman smiled, jokingly offering him the knife. "You want a taste?"
Y/n glared at him before kicking him the face while he wasn't looking, grabbing one of the many weapons he had laid beside her. She swung the dagger, catching him in the cheek, giving him the same scare he had given her, only much deeper.
He turned his face sideways, now leaning away from her. He wiped the blood from his cheek before going to slap her. Y/n quickly swiped his hand with the dagger. He was lucky all of his fingers didn't come off then and there.
He screamed manically, grabbing her and quickly disarming her. He lifted up a thicker knife and, while keeping her in the air with a choke hold, he lifted the knife high before it connected with her side. Blood splattered everywhere as both Marc's and her own cries faded away. Y/n quickly lost consciousness with the amount of blood loss.
She couldn't feel anything, her legs, the gaping slice to her side. He had hacked into her, destroyed her enough that she had become a distant name to add to his list of killings. Bushman dropped her body again like she was the leftovers to a main course meal.
Marc's jaw was clenched so hard, he thought it would crack at any second. But he couldn't do anything....only watch.
Bushman strode closer to Marc, grabbing him by the neck and raising him high, making him cry out in agony as the pole moved even more through him.
The mad man then let go of Marc, his body falling down again, causing even more torture. Marc accepted this torture, though. He saw it as payback for getting in the mix with Y/n, for endangering her, for k....he couldn't admit it. He couldn't admit to himself that she was now dead. She hadn't moved at all, maybe she was unconscious...maybe she was...the other thing.
Bushman took out a Crescent dart, one he had stolen from Marc the last time they had fought. He should've killed him back then...
Bushman glanced at the dart, which shone brightly against the light of the moon, before looking at Marc with an evil smirk. "The last time we spoke you said you'd cut my face off if I tried to kill you again. Well, how the tables have turned. I'm gonna cut your face off and wear it as a mask!" He brought the blade closer...and closer.
But as the blade began press into his skin, thunder sounded. No..not thunder. The stomp of a large creature. What creature?
Bushman halted in his movements, frowning. He didn't have time to say anything before the familiar growl of Venom was heard from behind him.
He spun around, eyes widening at the sight of the creature before him. Unlike anything he had ever seen.
Venom had already spotted Y/n, lying unresponsive on the floor. Immediately enraged by that picture alone, Venom charged at Bushman. Bushman didn't even have time to grab a bigger weapon when Venom grabbed him, lifting him into the air.
"Eyes...Lungs...Pancreas. So many snacks, so little time." He growled before opening his mouth, only to stop and think. Bushman had given Y/n and Marc the worst torture he could in so little time. Venom would make him pay, not give him an easy way out...just yet.
Venom gripped Bushman's arm, before ripping it off, chucking the body part into the darkness at the other end of the room. He then did the same to the other arm, then his lower legs, upper legs. He then slowly screwed Bushman's head off.
He threw it away with the rest of the remains. He definitely wasn't going to eat that.
"Disgusting" Venom spat before walking over to Y/n and gently lifting her head. "I'm so sorry, Y/n. I'm an asshole." He began to go back inside her, starting the healing process straight away. The host who brought him here, Eddie Brock (Y/n's brother), panted in shock as he watched Venom slowly healing Y/n, seeing her check start to rise and fall more strongly.
"Oh, thank God" Eddie breathed before spotting Marc. "Oh, fuck" He got up, rushing over to Marc. "Are you still alive? How are you still alive?"
Marc only heaved, spitting out more blood. Y/n gasped as she sprang back to life, shooting up into a sitting position. "Fuck!" She muttered. "That was painful"
"It'll be even more painful getting him out of there..." Venom shyly muttered. He was still scared that Y/n might tell him to get lost and leave her.
"V?" She sighed in relief. "Don't ever leave me again, please"
"Never again." Venom sounded much happier.
While they talked, Eddie went to the basement door, seeing a large number of switches. He flicked them on one-by-one, expecting traps to go off. But one actually made the pole Marc was impaled with retract into the ground, Marc collapsing.
He groaned again before Khonshu's healing powers quickly started to take effect. Soon, he was breathing properly. Y/n quickly crouched before him and hugged him.
"Y/n..." Marc breathed.
"Marc" She smiled before adding. "And Steven"
Marc smiled at her for a moment before replying. "He says ''ello, love!'" He tried to do an English accent and failed.
Y/n laughed before kissing him. "I promise I won't make the same mistake as I did last time, checking the door before checking your text. I learned that the hard way" She said.
"Yeah, I'm always more important than the person behind that door" He joked.
"You are" She grinned, though fully serious.
After arriving back at the apartment, Marc's apartment, Y/n hugged her brother. "Thank you, Eddie. You're a real hero"
Eddie shrugged. "Well, you needed help. That's what I'm here for. Always" He whispered to her.
"Difficult times always come to an end" Venom said, making Y/n smile as she turned to him.
"I'm still not happy about my TV." She said but before Venom could apologise again, she added; "But I'll get over it"
Venom smiled big. "I will make you dinner to make up for it!" He said.
Y/n started shaking her head, knowing Venom was terribly messy when he cooked. "Oh no, Venom. We're good-"
Venom's tendrils had already headed for the kitchen as Y/n sighed, giving up.
Finally...a happy ending for this story. Their story. Y/n was happy she met Marc, Steven, and Venom. Yet, she felt like there was one more secret Marc kept from everyone, even Steven didn't know. And that...is a story for another day.
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You're gonna laugh at this but I was listening to Tide Is High when writing the second half of this part. Bit upbeat for something so gorie...oh well. Hope you all enjoyed this mini series as much as I did! Thanks for reading!
I'll put the song here if anyone wants to have a listen....
#Spotify#venom#wearentgroot#wearevenom#xreader#femalereader#stevengrant#marc spector x reader#jakelockelysomewhere#toldyouitwouldbehappy#completedminiseries#whoopwhoop
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😟doodle🔪
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Meme
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as a fandom, we've established that steven watches the great british bake off, that marc can't cook, and that jake owns a cat. i agree with all of these
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I really miss Steven 😭😭😭
#WHEN MY BABY COMING BACK TO ME#how can i live laugh love in these conditions#stevengrant#moon knight
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sleepless: steven grant
Summary: Y/N can’t sleep... luckily, Steven knows how to calm her.
Word Count: 839 words
Pairing: Steven x fem! reader
Warning: None, just pure fluff :)
hi! i did a similar hc post which you can find here :) oh and i’m also reposting this, it was the first thing i wrote for Tumblr but wanted to edit some things, so yeah
She couldn’t sleep. Normally, she would be fine staying awake, lost in her thoughts until whenever Steven, Marc or Jake was up. But, she hadn’t been sleeping a lot lately. Too many of the wrong thoughts, the anxious kind that kept her brain whirring and stomach churning.
After the fifth time of tossing over, she gently turned over to face Steven. He looked so peaceful, so content. A mere glimpse of his face was enough to make her smile, her heart skipping a beat. But watching him made her feel even more overwhelmed. She could feel herself begin to get restless, this just adding to her nerves, her tiredness. Finally, she decided to just get up and do something until either she fell asleep, or morning came.
Slowly, she removed the duvet off her body, reaching her feet down to the floor, wincing at the slight creak of the bed. She didn’t want to wake up Steven, not with him sleeping so soundly. So, she tried to be quiet, eventually sitting up before making her way out of the bed. The transition went rather smoothly… until she lost her way in the dark and stubbed her toe on the nightstand.
“SHIT-” she practically shouted before quickly covering her mouth. But it was too late; Steven was up in a flash.
“BLOODY HELL WHAT HAPPENED?! Y/N/N?” She found the lamp in the dark and switched it on, looking at Steven’s face, illuminated with worry. She winced at the slight throb in her toe.
“I’m alright. Just stubbed my toe. I’m sorry I woke you, darling, I didn’t mean-”
“Shh it’s okay, come ‘ere, let me look.” She went to protest but he was already sitting her on the bed as he examined her injury.
“How does it look, doc?” she joked, and Steven mocked seriousness.
“Bad. Terrible. We shall have to cut it off.” She chuckled as Steven got back up unto the bed, gently caressing her cheek as he passed her. “I think it’s alright. Does it feel okay? Not broken or anything?”
“Feels fine. Thank you, Steven.” She offered him a smile to which he returned, before rubbing his eyes tiredly. Guilt filled her insides. “I’m so sorry for waking you up, I shouldn’t’ve been such a baby-”
“Nonononono, darling, ‘s okay! Why were you getting up, my love?” She stayed sat up, fiddling with her hands to avoid confrontation.
“I just…” she cut herself off with a sigh, shrugging.
Steven shuffled so he was sat in front of her, taking both her hands into his and gently caressing her palms with his thumbs. “You can talk to me, Y/N/N, you know that don’t you? Darling?” She nodded, feeling tears brim her eyes. Fuck don’t cry. She told herself, but he was so nice, and she felt so tired…
“I’m just overwhelmed. Everything is too much, and my head is swirling, and it never stops. And I just, I want to sleep but my brain doesn’t rest right now and ugh I’m sorry I don’t want to burden you with this, I didn’t mean to wake you, Steven-” she cut herself off again with a choked sob, all of it washing over her, and Steven didn’t hesitate when bringing her into his chest, stroking her back comfortingly.
“Oh my love. I had no idea, you don’t need to be sorry, honey. Shh, it’s okay, let it out, all of it, don’t want it to get bottled in that head of yours, eh? There you go.” His words carried her through the storm, and she gradually felt herself get settled, the grip she had on his top loosening slightly as her sobs subsided. “I’ll help you with whatever work I can, okay? All of us will. We can get through it one bit at a time. But right now, there’s nothing more you can do, not tonight, okay? You deserve rest, you need to rest. So let’s do that. That alright, my love?” She nodded, feeling comforted by his words.
Steven kissed the top of her head once, twice, before slowly lifting her head up with his hands. He swiped some of the tears away with his thumb before gently kissing her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, before finally, her lips. So softly, it made her dizzy, made her worries melt away. She smiled against his lips, and he noticed, pulling away grinning.
“There’s my girl. Shall we go to sleep, my darling?”
“Yes please.” She croaked out, and he smiled at her lovingly, shuffling around on the bed so that he was lying back under the duvet, before bringing her with him. She settled with her head against his, leg swung over his own, and her arm around his neck. She felt completely safe as he traced her skin with soft touches, whispering comforting affirmations to her as her eyes became heavy. “Thank you, Steven.” She whispered.
“Of course, my love.” He replied, placing a last kiss to the top of her head, “Always.”
#Steven Grant#steven with a v#steven grant x reader#stevengrant#fem!reader#moon knight fluff#fluff#ff#moon knight imagine#Moon Knight#moon knight fanfic
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Mr. Knight
･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.
Moon Knight
Steven Grant x Female Reader (mentions of Marc)
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: Smut (with Steven), fluff, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, aaand spanking.
A/N: Uuuuh yeah, I am baffled about how many notes the LAST one got.
“Wow Steven, you look great” you say a little breathless because while you do think he looks absolutely sexy in this version of Khonshu’s suit that is a bright white and quite literally a suit, he had busted through a gateway in the alleyway where you and Steven had been fighting Harrow and his followers.
“Thanks” he shrugs, his bright white eyes behind the mask of the suit look animated and squinting a little bit as he smiles slightly at the compliment.
“I do think I look-” he is cut off by an invisible force launching him into a nearby car. You back away slightly, confused as to what exactly is happening but you aren’t going to leave-technically-your husband by himself to fight alone.
That was months ago, when you and Steven/Marc defeated Harrow. Now, as you sit at the island counter in your one bedroom apartment that you now live in with them, you can’t stop thinking about that suit.
You have your chin on your fisted hand as you stare at Steven from the kitchen. He is laying on the bed with a book open in front of his face, only being able to see partially of his face. He’s wearing a blue shirt and sweatpants, his arms up holding the book and his right leg crossed over the left in a comfortable position. You are wearing only one of his t-shirts and a pair of pink panties that you can feel are getting quite warm from the heat that is rising in between your legs. His dark brown curls are a little messy as today he has the day off- his ‘lazy day’ as he would call it, and Marc has not decided to front today, leaving you with the temptation of Steven.
But, you are staring at him for a specific reason: the suit. The suit was a lot different from Marc’s, and you loved it. The way his arms looked when the sleeves slightly slid up to show his veiny forearm and bulging muscles made it very distracting during your fights. It had a tight fit around his crotch and his ass, which you would be lying if you said you didn’t take a look at. It radiated confidence, and a sleekness that made filthy thoughts run around in your head. So here, you find yourself staring at Steven, debating the question: should I ask? You want Steven to put the suit on and-
“Whatcha lookin at?” he pears from around his book, catching your glazy eyes through his reading glasses. He has an eyebrow raised and a smug look on his face after he has caught you staring. However, you don’t shy away from his combativeness, and face it head on.
“You,” you put it simply, there's no shame in looking at your husband-well husband’s plural.
“Come here, love” he pats the empty side of the bed and puts the book he was previously occupied with on his nightstand. You slowly smirk at him and slowly collect yourself and begin towards where you are being beckoned. Steven still has his hand on the bed as he watches you make your way, his other hand pushing back some fallen curls to clear his vision of any blockages to completely focus on you. As you reach the bed, he moves his hand as you climb on and sit on your side to face him, propping yourself up with one arm. You tilt your head with an innocent smile and he laughs searching your eyes.
“So, why are you makin eyes at me from over there?” He says staring up at you, “What’s on your mind?” Steven turns his head to watch the tips of his fingers travel down to your knee, and back up to your upper thigh, slowly.
“I do have something on my mind” you let out a small laugh, “But I don’t know if you’re ready to hear it.”
“Oh, I’m ready for it-I promise” he says smugly. Steven can tell you aren’t thinking about something innocent, he can tell from the way you were looking at his body as you bit down on your lip as your gaze reached certain places. You make him flustered just from your gaze on him.
“Okay, so I was thinking...” you trail off and push some of his curls back and move in a little closer, lowering your voice. Steven’s breath hitches in his throat as his eyes immediately hood at the sudden intimate contact.
“About you, obviously” Steven nods at you as you play with his curls switching your attention between his eyes, and his strands of hair between your fingers.
“But, I was thinking about something specifically” you smirk down at him when you see that he’s licking his lips, ready for you to spit out whatever filth you have in mind.
“Yeah? What was it?” his hand reaches around and slowly palms your ass as his eyes flicker down to your lips.
“I was thinking about the way you looked so sexy in that suit” you grab his chin and move to straddle him. “and how I want you to fuck me in it” you’re smiling evilly at him and he lets out a soft whimper at your words.
“Y/n, I can summon the suit right now if you want me to” you can feel the bulge through his sweatpants from the sensual way you are treating him.
“Please do” you smile at him, satisfied you are finally getting your way. It takes no time for him to oblige because within seconds of you telling him to summon the suit, it's already on him. You lean back and run your fingers over the suit fabric. You can still feel the bulge that he has probably more trouble with containing now that he’s in tight dress pants. You look up at his bright white eyes behind the mask, which you can tell are not the most alert from them being hooded.
“Mmm'' you hum, grabbing his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss. The mask disappears before you reach his lips and you immediately make contact with the soft flesh. You peck his lips a few times before looking into his eyes, then deepening the kiss. You start it off slow and run one of your hands through his hair. He breathes out a sigh as his gloved hands hold your ass in both hands. You take this as a hint to grind down, and you do.
You start to grind down on Steven, running your fabric covered clit along the dress pants of his suit. The needy sensation of the slightest bit of friction causes you to roll your hips again, and quicken the pace of the kiss. You both hum when you find a rhythm, as you dry hump him and he grips your ass, guiding you into him. He breaks the kiss and begins to kiss your jaw. And down your neck as your hands find his shoulders. The sensitive nub sends shocks through your body with each roll of your hips, and it’s making you hot and bothered. Steven sucks and mouths at your neck as you tilt your head to the side to give him more access and grind down hard, causing him to let out a slight groan underneath your ear and grip you even tighter, causing your cheeks to spread from the tight hold.
You push him gently away and scoot back down to his calves on your knees, still facing him and take in the view of him. You take quite a second to take in this look on Steven. The sexy suit with an even sexier man in it, looking desperate to be touched. His lips are swollen and wet from the sloppy kisses he was giving you, and his eyes watch you in anticipation for your next move. There is a mound he has created in his pants, and you can tell Steven can’t wait to relieve himself of the confinement.
“I love the way you look in this suit, baby” you lean forward rubbing his thighs, you can feel the muscle twitch underneath your touch, he hums and closes his eyes when your right hand reaches the place he is straining. You rub the length through the thick fabric and he puts his hands behind his head to watch what you’re doing. You bat your eyes up towards him as you unbutton his pants, slowly freeing him of his confinement. He quietly groans as he watches you spit on your hand and begin to slowly stroke his length. The only skin visible is his cock, and a slight part of his lower stomach, which is a stark contrast to the bright white of the suit. You let go of his shaft, to which his cock promptly flies upwards towards his stomach. You reach for the ends of your t-shirt (Steven’s t-shirt really) and lift it off your body, watching Steven as he watches the curve of your naked body, the only clothing being the pretty pink panties you have on.
You lean down once again and get eye level with his length as you twist and turn your wrist ever-so-slowly and watch him with intensity to get a rise out of him. You have your ass up while you work him with your hand, and his mouth starts to fall open when you hold him at the base and lick a stripe from where your hand stops to the tip. You look him in the eyes and take his tip in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around it slowly and you can feel his thigh muscles tighten up.
You start to suck more and more into your mouth, building up speed painfully slow. One of his hands comes down and wraps your hair into his palm, slightly tugging to make you look up at him as you work him. He has his head tilted to the side, those eyes are still hooded of course taking the view of you in, and he has his bottom lip pulled tight into his mouth. You turn your head with a rhythm, using your tongue to swirl around the tip whenever you come back up. You’re going faster now-
“Fuck, that feels so good y/n” he trails off as he throws his head back, his grip on your hair tightening even more. He has his other hand fisted due to the pleasure you are giving him. You hum on his cock, causing his hips to involuntarily buck upwards. You know if you continue, he’ll cum, but you want to test your limits today. So you quicken your speed, gagging slightly on his cock causing your spit to splatter at the base. He moans out at the scene. You take his cock out of your mouth and begin to stroke it at a fast pace, also catching your breath. You lean down to suck his balls, finally getting to look up at him again. You smirk when you see the look on his face as you give him maybe the best blowjob of his life. He has nothing but pure pleasure written on his face as he watches you twist your wrist around his tip, making a sloppy wet sound from the mess you made on his cock.
You can tell he’s close, so you let your mouth go from his balls with a loud pop and start to continue sucking him off at the same speed you were going before. You let yourself gag around his shaft with almost every hit at the back of your throat, tears starting to prick your eyes. He keeps unconsciously bucking his hips up as he groans out curses from the feeling.
“Y/n, I’m gonna cum” he exclaims and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth. You continue to suck, and right when he’s about to explode, you pull your mouth away. He groans loudly at the loss. You smile and sit back up from his cock rubbing his clothed thighs as you sit up. His shaft glistens with your saliva, and there's even some on his suit.
You don’t even have time to take in this scene before he sits up and grips your ass and pulls you up towards his face. You sit your knees at the side of his head and smile down at the man below you. His attention only on the pink cloth that stands in his way. He kisses you through your panties and moves both of his hands to the sides of your hips where the band of your panties start. He pulls them down and you move your legs to get them off, placing them back beside his head after they have been thrown elsewhere. He rubs your thighs and just stares at your dripping cunt. His hands glide their way towards your ass as he looks up at you.
Suddenly, you feel his gloved hands quickly release and both come harshly down on both sides of your ass, causing you to slightly yelp out and move your body forward at the sudden action. You don’t even have time to process the pain before he puts his mouth at your folds and sucks around your clit, teasing you. He soothes your ass by gliding his hands over them gently, you can feel his breath at your entrance as he teases you with his tongue. He looks up at you again when he finally takes your clit into his mouth. You hum at the sensation, but as soon as you hum you feel his right hand come down again on your ass, harder than it was before, this time, he holds you still, preventing your lower body from jolting forward. Your moan as your upper body, however, jolts and falls forward and you hold onto the headboard as he sucks your clit faster. He grips your ass with both hands and pushes your cunt into his face ravenously.
“Steven” you draw out his name in a desperate tone of voice, moaning to yourself when his tongue darts out and flicks at your clit. You start to push your hips down onto his face, desperate for some more friction. You are needy for it. You grab the back of his head and grind your cunt onto his face. The bump of his nose on your clit occasionally making you whine. You are getting so much pleasure that you don’t even think about the possibility you could be suffocating him. He lets you grind on his face, even moving his hands on your ass to guide you faster. You feel that knot in your stomach form from grinding repeatedly at the perfect spot. Your moans get more high pitched and Steven is still guiding you faster. Suddenly, you hit the perfect spot on your clit. You start to buck your hips on Stevens face and he squeezes your ass to push you further into him. You moan loudly as you let go all over his face. You ride out your high sighing heavily from the orgasm you just had. You look down at Stevens face and it is covered with your slick.
“Have fun?” Steven jokes at how your neediness came over you.
“Yes, I did, Mr Knight '' You smile breathlessly, barely being able to form syllables. Steven shifts beneath you and flips you over onto your back, kissing your lips sloppily. You have to recollect yourself and look down at his body once more, reminding you of how sexy he looks for you. You look over his chest, where the buttons go down towards his lower stomach. His cock the only thing that sticks out of the suit. Your cunt flutters around thin air at the sight. You spread your legs more as he comes back down to kiss your neck more, kissing and sucking at it harshly. His pursuit goes down to your breasts taking one nipple into his mouth at a time, licking and sucking at them while looking up at you. You can already feel yourself getting needy for his touch again. You grab his face and pull it up to yours and kiss him. You also reach down to grab his cock, trying to push him into you, until you feel his hand push yours away. He’s not done with you yet. He flips you over on your stomach and pulls your legs up so your ass is up in the air. He moves behind you and rubs your ass. His cock sits on your lower stomach and you move your body forward and back desperately to feel some friction on your clit. His hand, once again, comes down hard on your ass, lurching you forward.
“Ooou that was a hard one” he laughs and you moan at his taunting. You feel his hands release you, but it isn’t to smack you again. You turn your head to see what he’s doing and he’s removing his right glove. He removes the glove and places it on the bed. You are completely exposed for him. You don’t get a warning before one of his digits goes inside of you. You hum at the sudden feeling of your cunt being filled. He moves his finger slow at first, soaking his finger in your needy cunt. His left hand palms your ass and he watches his finger go in and out of you, adding another one and speeding up his pace. He starts to hit a spot that makes your head spin, and your low hums turn into moans.
“Mhm, I make you feel good?” Steven questions while he continuously hits your spot. You nod, not being able to use your words. He then adds another finger and quickens the pace even more, digging and curling his fingers perfectly in the spot that hits just right. You reach and grab at the sheets and let out a groan when he adds a third finger, filling your cunt.
“Steven” you draw out again, a warning that you are getting close to your limit. He strips his hand away leaving your cunt empty once again. He quickly and skillfully flips you without any more time to spare and drags you with him to the edge of the bed. He places his feet on the ground and strokes his length as he watches your naked body. You’re sweaty, hair clinging to the sides of your face and you have a desperate look in your eyes as you take in the view of him in that damn suit. Just the sight of it over top of you makes you just the slightest bit more wet.
“Fuck” you say under your breath as you look at your husband. He smiles and leans his lower body into yours to line himself up. Your eyes travel down to the place where he is about to connect and watch as he pushes himself into you with ease, his cock disappearing in less than a second. Steven gasps as he almost fully bottoms out. He grabs your calves and pins them upwards, immediately hitting the perfect angle to make you throb around him.
“Oh my god” you breathe out again, your breath striped away by the sudden pleasure you’re feeling. He starts to pick up a slow place, holding your legs up to your chest. You and Steven have only fucked a few times compared to how much you and Marc have, but it’s like Steven knows your body just as much as Marc does. Maybe it was because Marc coached him through it? However, you don’t exactly care right now because Steven leans down to your ear when you start to moan lowly at his slow pace.
“You sound so pretty…want me to fuck you harder?” he asks in a cooing way. You nod and Steven immediately obliged. He starts to push into you faster, causing your hands to fly to his back and grip for dear life. He hasn’t sped up entirely, but you’re struggling to keep your composure even though you just started. He sucks and kisses at your neck, still holding your legs up to your chest. Your moans become louder and more drawn out, and it isn’t helping the way Steven is also struggling to hold back his moans as he kisses your neck.
Without warning, he sits up completely and puts your legs up on his shoulders, your ankles hang loosely on them. Then, he starts to pound into you. You squeeze your eyes shut and moan loudly at the sudden change of pace. He also lets out a deep moan as he watches you reel in the pleasure he’s giving you.
“Fuck” you hear him say under his breath when you clench around him unexpectedly. He leans forward, causing your legs to slide up his shoulders more, and he kisses you sloppily. He moans in your mouth again when he reaches a different angle inside you. All you can do is take this immense pleasure as he continuously pulls moans from your lungs with occasional swears.
“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doin that love” he moans out at the way you clench around him. You were on your edge, and he was coming down with you. So, you keep clenching around him as the knot in your stomach forms and your legs start to shake around his head. To make matters worse, Steven reaches a hand in between the both of you and begins circling your clit with his thumb, all while keeping that quick pace right in your spot.
“Keep going, just like that Steven” you encourage him with a whine, and he doesn’t move but quickens his assault. You suddenly release all over him, and you hold your breath as you go through your orgasm, holding onto Stevens arms to hold onto something. He groans at the pulsations around his cock, knowing you just came. His moans become more frequent and his thrusts get sloppy, but you try- with lazy, teary eyes -to watch him as he cums inside you. He lets out a deep groan and shuts his eyes, stilling inside you as you feel his cum shoot through you. It’s beautiful, sweaty, pleasure filled Steven over top of you with your legs on his shoulders, spilling his mess inside you while wearing that familiar suit.
“Fuuck, y/n” he calls out as he thrusts a couple times to ride out the high. You watch as he pulls out and watches as the mess he made inside your cunt slips out of you. He promptly pushes it back inside and you clench around his fingers at the sudden feeling. He looks up at you and smiles boyishly and moves to go get something. He comes back with a glass of water for you and hands it to you.
“Here, don’t want you feelin woozy after that” he states after handing you the glass. You can’t help the grin that comes on your face. He pulled two orgasms from you in the span of 25 minutes and how lucky are you that he cares about you being woozy afterwards? Extremely.
“Thank you, my knight” you retort, looking him up and down as he is still in that suit. He’s really sweaty. Probably sweatier than you are, but he looks sexy this way of course.
“Did you like the suit on?” he asks sarcastically. And oh yes you did.
“I loved it Steven, the suit needs to stay on during sex from now on” he looks at you in disbelief.
“Every time?!” he gasps. You turn to set your water down on the nightstand, still completely naked.
“Yes” you put it simply. “You look absolutely stunning in it, especially fucking me the way you just did”
“You expect that much from me, huh?” Steven grins at you. “It makes me awfully sweaty love”
“So? A little bit of sweat never hurt anyone” you say rolling your eyes playfully. You love to banter with him.
“Oh really?” Steven gets a mischievous look in his eye. “...Not even if I do this!-'' he quickly shoots towards you and nuzzles his sweaty hair into your neck while pinning you down. You cry out from the sweat getting on you.
“NO” you shout and giggle trying to shove him off, but then he starts to kiss your neck. You grab the back of his sweaty neck as he starts to go lower down to your breasts. You can’t help the giggles that ensue when he bites at the flesh with a growl. He looks up at you and smiles, then comes back up for a big sloppy kiss. You break the kiss before anything else can continue.
“Okay” you look from his lips up to his eyes “I think you need a shower” you tease.
“Fiine” he pushes himself up and the suit disappears. He starts to strip naked on his way to the bathroom but turns around while going for his underwear. “Care to join me, love?” he asks with a smirk while pulling his member completely out. You can’t say no to him, especially when he’s already fully naked in front of you.
“Oh, I’m coming” and you certainly were.
#Moon Knight#Moonknight#stevengrant#Steven Grant#steven grant x reader#steven grant x female reader#steven grant smut#steven grant fanfiction#steven grant imagine#Smut#y/n#moonknight smut#moonknight x reader#mr knight#mr knight smut#Oscar Issac
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I’ve been on a mission to learn how to draw, currently not on a face skill level. Hahah. Sweet Steven Grant ❤️
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So... my hand slipped and I just had to re-make the original Khonshu and his nestlings image I made with copics, but now in digital and with a more protective Khonshu because I will always love when Khonshu protects and loves his Avatar(s).
#Moonknight#Moonknightfanart#Fanart#digital#Khonshu#Marvel#MarvelMCU#StevenGrant#MarcSpector#JakeLockley#OscarIsaac#Jakelockleydefenseteam#Khonshudefenseteam#Dadshu
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