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hopelessrromantix · 11 months

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Can I have top reader fucking Steven somewhere like a alley or bathroom and he is trying really hard to be quiet but it's very hard because reader is fucking him so hard and good that he can't help but make noise. And can I be🦑 anon if you dont mind.

No YOU took like a year for this request....... shh

Have this as an apology 🦑 <3

“Pleasepleaseplease”

“Please what, Steven?”

If he was honest, he didn’t know what he was begging for. Did he want you to stop? Keep going? He hadn’t really thought that far ahead.

“Please what?” You said firmly, pausing your thrusts inside him. It was an easy decision from there.

“Please fuck me.” He asked, trying to keep his voice as low as possible.

The museum’s bathroom was clear for now, but that could change at any moment. And Steven really wasn’t ready to explain anything in case someone came looking for him.

“Was that so hard?” You asked, sliding out slowly, prompting a high pitched whine from Steven. You slapped his ass in response.

“Don’t want anyone to hear you, sweetheart, do we?” You questioned. He shook his head rapidly, half-distracted by the feeling of your tip lining up with his hole again.

He choked back noise when you pushed in, the only sound escaping was a high whine that slowly died down.

Usually that would’ve helped in keeping quiet, if the sound of your hips hitting his ass wasn’t so loud.

“Slow down, slow, please! Someone’s gonna hear!” Steven reminded, hoping you’d actually listen.

He got no such luck.

“I don’t hear anyone right now, do I?” You asked, the smirk in your voice audible. “Just keep quiet and take it.”

You thrust into him deeper, hitting a spot that made his moan, prompting him to quickly cover his own mouth. He was barely paying attention anymore though, too focused on the feeling of you fucking him to be reasonable.

“Getting loud there, baby.” You reminded. “You want someone to hear you like this? Whoring yourself out at work?”

Steven shook his head rapidly, but another thrust hit deep, forcing out another small moan. You laughed at him, practically forcing him to cum against the stall’s wall.

“Please cum inside? Please? Wanna feel you fill me up.” He begged, fully knowing he had a good hour before you had to go home. “Just wanna feel you cum,” His begging got repetitive, the soft sounds of his plea echoing through the bathroom. Looks like he didn’t care much about being quiet anymore.

You leaned into him, your chin settling in the crook of his neck. “Just because you asked nicely.”

You gave a few more thrusts, slamming him into the wall, forcing out another moan. Cum dripped down his cock slowly as he felt you cum inside him as deep as you could manage.

You took a second to pull out of him, doing so slowly (against Steven’s wishes).

You pulled up his boxers, staining the fabric with the cum slowly dripping down his legs.

“I can fill you again when we get home,” You reassured, slapping his ass, and prompting a shudder from him, both in terror and delight.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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mccn-bcys · 4 months

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Je T'aime

prompt: Love Note pairing: steven grant + gn!reader summary: you've been the best thing to ever happen to steven. He loved doing so much cheesy love things with you, even writing little love notes and letters. warning: light angst, steven being a cutie, steven speaking a little french, fluff word count: 1.2 K author's note: this is my second work for the Moon Knight Bingo hosted by @moonknight-events. the bingo board will be at the bottom of my fics for it. This one is a little short, but it's sweet and I just love steven grant so I hope you all enjoy this! As always, if you like it, please, please, please reblog to share it with your friends! also i'm starting my tag list over so if you'd like to be tagged in future fics for specific characters or for this event or for all fics, tell me in my asks and I'll add you to the list!

Steven Grant has always been a romantic. It’s in his DNA, he’s convinced. He loves the idea of love, the idea of unashamedly showing and professing the love that you feel to the person you feel it for. He’s proud to admit that he has seen just about every rom-com out there. He never misses a new Hallmark movie – yes, he knows the acting isn’t good, and that they’re cheap and silly, but they’re reliable. Love always prevails in them.

Sure, there’s probably a reason that Steven has a romantic heart. If he had to guess, he’d probably say it comes from his relationship with his mother. I mean, Steven was born from Marc��s lack of love from his mother; Steven was there to see all the good times with Wendy, he got to experience all the love from his mother, while Marc took all the times she didn’t love. Perhaps Steven liked the idea of someone loving them unconditionally. Perhaps it was the very concept that someone could love them both, that one of them wouldn’t have to take the bad days, or the days that lacked love, because there wouldn’t be days that lacked love.

Perhaps that’s what made Steven fall in love with you so quickly. Because from the start, he knew you would love all of them, not just one part of them. Even if there were bad days, or hard days, you were still here, showing that you still loved them. It was mind-altering, especially for Marc. But for Steven, it meant the world.

Especially, because now he had someone to express all his love to, someone who appreciated all the ways Steven liked to show his love, no matter how cheesy or silly they were. You adored everything he did.

Steven knew you kept all his gifts. They were in a box in your closet. It was full of date receipts, jewelry, drawings, poems, and all other things he’d gifted you throughout your relationship. One thing that he could never find was all the love notes he left for you. You always say you love them, but he never sees them anywhere. And even though he knows you would never do such a thing, the bad part of his brain wonders if you throw them away, or if you tuck them away and forget about them.

That is until one day. You were in the shower while he was combing through your bookshelf, seeing if you had any new books for him to read. And there’s a book he doesn’t recognize. Have you always had this book? It looks almost like a binder, like a notebook that’s meant to pass as regular book. Should he open it? He supposes it couldn’t hurt. If you didn’t want anyone to read it, you wouldn’t leave it out. And even if he isn’t supposed to read it, he’ll take the blame for nosing around.

Pulling it from the shelf, he flips it open, seeing that there’s pages but they each have sheet protectors on them. Pulling out his glasses, he reads the first page, and he realizes what this is. Thumbing through the rest of the pages, he looks and sees the rest of the protected pages in the book.

His love notes.

You had all of them, sitting on your bookshelf, protected in this little book. Emotion wells in his eyes as he reads them over, feeling relief flood through him as he now knows you did like them, you kept all of them, and you kept them on your bookshelf for anyone and everyone to find it and read it.

“Took you long enough to find it,” your voice sounds from behind him, making him slam the book shut and whirl around, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have.

“What?”

“I’m surprised you haven’t found that before now. Figured it would be the first thing you read when you started reading my books,” you chuckle, walking over to him, your wet hair framing your face as you’re wrapped in a towel. You must’ve used him soaps, he can smell it.

“What do you mean?”

“I left that book out for a while for you to find. On the table, the nightstand, almost everywhere. But you never mentioned it, so I figured you never looked at it. It figures that you’d find it as soon as I put it on the bookshelf.”

Steven didn’t really have any words, wasn’t sure what to say. He just looked down at the book, reading over the words that he had written to you.

“You kept them,” he says softly. It’s not really a question since he can clearly see that you did. But you answered anyways.

“Of course, I did.”

“Why?” he finds himself asking. Obviously, it was because you loved him. But he can’t keep himself from asking, as if the notion baffles him.

On some level it does baffle him. The letters themselves are silly, elementary. But still you kept them, even though anyone else would not have wanted to keep such childish things.

“Because you wrote them. You took the time to write down the way you felt. Because they’re from you,” you said like it was simple. Because, to you, it was simple. You loved Steven, so you wanted to keep every little thing he gave you.

He looked at you softly for a moment, just looking at you. What did he do to deserve someone like you?

“What?” you ask softly.

“Nothing, love, just… thinking about how lucky I am to have you.”

“Funny, I think that same thing every time I read those letters,” you chuckle, slipping your arms around his waist.

“Every time? What do you mean?”

“I read them a lot. Mostly at night before I go to sleep,” you admit.

“Really? Why?”

You looked at him with a curious glance, but you looked so patient and amused. “Because they’re from you. They make me feel loved and comforted. They make me think of you.”

Steven’s chest tightens with emotion. Slowly, he slips his glasses off his nose and puts them back in his shirt pocket, placing the book back on the shelf as he slips his arms around your towel covered body, and he just looks at you.

“Je t'aime plus que tout,” he whispers softly as he brushes a wet strand of hair from your face to behind your ear. His heart squeezes when he sees the way you smile brightly at him. He knows that you love when he speaks French, you’ve always found it romantic and beautiful.

“I love you too, Steven,” you murmur back, leaning in to kiss him softly, which he gladly returns. When you pull back you grin and give his ass a playful squeeze. “Now go take your shower so we can read together before we go to sleep.”

“You got it, love,” he smiles wide, giggling softly as he pulls away to walk to the bathroom.

It’s still steamy in the bathroom from your hot shower, the mirror clouded over with steam. Except for the spot wiped in the center of the mirror, where Steven’s face fits perfectly in, and the words that had been written in your handwriting and Steven realizes you had left him your own love note:

Steven, You Are So Beautiful, Inside And Out. Je T’aime.

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#moon knight #moon boys #steven grant x reader #steven grant fanfiction #moonknightbingo #moonknightevents #love letters #french speaking #steven grant x you #steven with a v #steven grant fic #mr knight x reader #mr knight

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oscarisaacedit · 7 months

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𝐎𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐄𝐫𝐚𝐬 🎬🪩🩶

#oscarisaac #oscarisaachernandezestrada #oscarisaacedit #oscarisaacfanpage #oscarisaacthecharacterseras #theeras #moonknight #marcspector #stevengrant #jakelockley #starwars #poedameron #triplefrontera #santiagogarcia #duna #letoatreides #scenesfromamarriage #jonathanlevy #theletterroom #exmachima #nathanbatemam #thecardcounter #williamtell #acrossthespiderverse #miguelohara #spiderman2099

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curseofaphrodite · 2 years

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for your august letters events could I request something with steven grant? hardcore flirting with him and hes just a bluuuuushing mess in front of you, all flustered and everything 😭🤍

august letters event || tysm for the request mae!!

You woke up with a start, cursing yourself and straightening your hair. You had clearly dozed off in the library, and now it was—

"Half past 11?" you yelled, wondering why the hell no one had woken you up. You picked up your books and dumped them in the bag, regretting all your life choices. Especially the one that made you bring this much stuff to the library.

"Need help?" another voice asked, making you lose your balance.

Some books fell on the floor, and the guy who spoke immediately bent down to help. He looked up with a book in his hand, the gesture almost similar to a proposal. His eyes caught you off guard.

"I'm fine, I'm- oh gods, you're pretty." The last part came out as a whisper, but judging by how flustered he seemed, it was clear that he heard.

You weren't usually straightforward like that, but it was not like you had enough time to gather your thoughts. The night just kept getting worse and worse.

"Uhm, Fyodor Dostoevsky. He's nice." He commented, handing over your copy of Demons.

"Not really, he owes me 50 bucks."

You waited, but he only blinked.

"I don't always have the best jokes," you admitted, giving up. "Thank you….?"

"Steven. Steven Grant."

"Well, thank you Steven. There's no one else I'd rather be locked in a library with, apparently."

"Oh, it's not locked. the librarian's my friend and he lets me stay here at night."

It was your turn to be confused. "Why?"

"I have a hard time sleeping," he rubbed his neck awkwardly. "Which is why I didn't wake you up. Sleep is a luxury I don't often get and I didn't want to take away yours."

"So you spent all this time reading?" you asked in disbelief.

"Kind of?"

"There are other ways to keep yourself busy at night," you murmured, then mentally facepalmed. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me- you're so pretty you made me forget all my good pickup lines."

He laughed - a clear, vibrant sound, which made your heart flutter.

"No, I'm sorry," he corrected. "No one usually compliments me, so I'm not sure how to react."

"Maybe everyone goes speechless by how adorable you are."

"I-" he coughed. "That's- thank you."

You nodded, and the two of you just stared at each other for a while. For a stranger, he had a familiarity around him; something that reminded you of soft days and warm smiles.

"Well, if the library's not locked, we could go and have something to eat? I don't know about you but I'm hungry as hell," you said bravely as you could.

"Oh I'm sorry again, I actually have to research about this thing for the museum- maybe another time?"

"You don't have my phone number."

He put on a mock-dramatic expression. "I'll find it. I'll climb the highest mountains and swim in the deepest lake to-"

"Or you could just ask me." You smiled, taking a marker from the table and scribbling your number on a piece of paper. You handed it over with a scowl. "Just don't forget me, oh brave knight."

"I can't even if I tried," he said gently, pocketing the paper with extra carefulness.

#steven grant x reader #steven grant x reader fluff #steven grant x you #steven grant x y/n #steven grant imagine #steven grant fluff #moon knight x y/n #moonknight x reader #moon knight imagines #moon knight x reader #astoria writes #august letters;

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biteress · 1 month

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Which fictional characters 👀👀👀

SO MANY

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springles1917 · 6 months

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Happy birthday to Elvira Lind 💐

I hope she has a wonderful day

#elvira lind #elvira lind fanart #oscar isaac #oscar isaac fanart #happy birthday #procreate #fanart #moon knight #the letter room #digital fanart #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley

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soft-girl-musings · 4 months

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WIP Game

ty for the tag @winniethewife, loved reading about your star wars OC 👀

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

oooh boy let's do this. lots of ideas (some obviously more structured/fleshed out than others), but these are all things I've at least started to outline. so have at it 🫡

PPP chapter 4 (My Funny Valentine)

PPP chapter 5 (Something's Gotta Give)

PPP chapter 6 (Nobody's Son, Nobody's Daughter)

PPP chapter 7 (Mack The Knife)

PPP chapter 8 (Ain't That A Kick In The Head)

PPP epilogue i (Side By Side)

PPP epilogue ii (The More I See You)

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? (Richard Muñoz x Reader)

Do It Scared (Jake Lockley x Fem!OC)

Steven Grant Oneshot (Bus Stop)

Marc Spector x black!Reader (Wash Day)

Moon Boys Oneshot (Chocolate Raspberry)

np tags: @hon3yboy @virtie333 @campingwiththecharmings @ivystoryweaver @fandxmslxt69, if you'd like the floor next

#ik ive shared about some of these before but this game is half the reason why PPP even exists #we love thinking on the fly lol #wip wednesday #my wip #my works #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #the letter room #richard muñoz #ask game #tag game

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marcspectrr · 2 years

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I headcanon that Steven is a writer.

I'm putting this all into a fic but I wanted to kinda break it down.

He's got all this love for all this information left behind by people who wrote as a way of expressing the way they saw the world and the people in it. He surrounds himself with words and immerses himself in them at nearly all hours of the day. For leisure, for comfort, for escape, for feelings of actually being alive rather than being ignored. The sensation of finding what it means to be human lies in books, for him. And he reads. I'm talking losing track of time and his surroundings reads, falling asleep with his glasses on and a book on his chest reads, prepping his food absentmindedly with the hand that's not holding the pages reads. Pieces with metrical rhythm and emotion and impressionistic style like poetry, and more prosaic and objective and formal --- two very different stances of the world, both of which he just absorbs. He goes from reading poems that emphasize the duality between romantic love and melancholy to encyclopedias on the communal stability that marriages in ancient Egypt provided. Fiction and non-fiction. Articles and letters and memoirs and essays. Short stories and thousand page novels. Old narratives and new. Maybe even plays. And the best way to become a better writer is to read, so of course he's found his voice through writing.

He leaves behind a million and one notations in his books --- making corrections, 'it was actually during the Old Kingdom, around 2,500 B.C. to be exact. How mental!', to scribbling a small but neat stream of consciousness down the side of the page, 'can't imagine how it must've felt to observe lunar cycles and realize the impact on the ability to harvest --- looking up and attaching even more meaning to them, another story to something we don't have the answers for.' He writes without realizing sometimes, the words just pour from him, begging for somewhere to land, somewhere where they're preserved in a way they would be if they were to instead fall on listening and intrigued ears. Nobody shuts him down this way. He can spill these passing thoughts with no judgment so he does. Not only in the dusty margins but on empty pages too, making things he only wishes he could say deserving of more meaning.

Marc sees this. He's always had an itch for knowledge he couldn't summon the care for, somehow, always felt drawn to libraries and book shops and literature he couldn't harbor intrigue for to save his life. He wasn't the brightest in school but managed to pass without much effort on his behalf and he always had suspicion as to what the reason for that was. Or who the reason was. Soon, whenever he felt pulled towards words like 'paleolithic' (whatever the fuck that meant), he'd think of one name. Steven. The National Geographic channel is a mumble, playing not too far from where he sat, but before he knows it his eyes find themselves drifting back to the screen. Steven. He fills the flat with things that cause these inexplicable pulls. Books, mostly. A lot of books. Whenever he goes out on missions he begins to...collect. Vague souvenirs, he thinks, swiping a little paper weight in the shape and a pyramid off the shelf. Knick knacks, he knows his dad would call them, though he didn't really agree with the term. They weren't inherently meaningless. Somehow he knew Steven would infuse meaning in the handmade rug from Milan even if he was under the impression that he'd never been there to attach sentimental value to it. (Handmade, yeah, it was pricy, but that particular job paid him generously, and Marc found the sand-filled gaps in the floor to be a little depressing, nothing a couple thousand euros worth of handmade rug couldn't fix.)

Over time, the flat fills up. More books, unsurprisingly, but also documentaries. Some vinyl records, the beginning of a nice collection that Marc can't help but want to indulge in, oddly curious of Steven's taste in music. He doesn't, because it's Steven's, not his. It doesn't belong to him, that was the whole point of buying the appartment in the first place. This is Steven's flat, filled with the beginnings of all of his own knick kn-- collections, and he wasn't about to contaminate that. Marc was merely an observer, occasionally using a hollow space to hide the essentials in existing post-this-is-the-beginning-of-the-closing-part-of-my-life-I'm-almost-gone-I-promise. A phone holding a contact of the only person who's ever truly loved him to torture himself with, a charger to senslessly charge said phone, and a key to a place he can't stand being in but deserves.

The books turn into journals, and something twists in Marc's stomach when he realizes this. Marc was never a writer, but he knows how intimate the act can be, what kinds of things can be confessed on a blank page meant only for the eyes that filled the blank lines. He catches himself guiltily glossing over a series of scribbles, one left open on the cluttered desk, one made up of handwriting he would soon recognize and be one more distinct thing he saw that bled into the thought of Steven. It was neat, half cursive, probably from haste, a little different from his own. He tore his eyes away after a minute, forcing himself to finish erasing the traces of himself he'd incidentally left throughout the flat that night. One line had stuck, though, replaying in his head as he carefully dragged the rickety table back into its place. 'Doesn't have to be that grand to feel like I'm helping, though. Talked to a nice lady yesterday for nearly an hour about ancient cuisines throughout Egypt, and she seemed fascinated, really. It felt nice.' Maybe it was selfish to cling to it, to feel a wave of relief wash over him at the thought that Steven was...was happy. Steven was happy. Marc didn't know what to feel. Relief was new for him.

Besides the journals, there were a dozen or so books left open at all times, with annotations Marc couldn't really understand most of the time but he smiles nonetheless at the absurdity of some of 'em. They were less private than the journals, easier to read and gauge the man's state of mind from afar. After...everything, Steven begins to leave sticky notes around, specifically for Marc to read. They're a baby blue color, stuck to the front of the fridge informing him vegetables do happen to exist, to the bathroom mirror telling him they're almost out of shaving cream, and sometimes around the edges of pages left open on the desk, inviting Marc's eyes to the excerpts and comments. One baby blue sticky note holds two arrows pointing to some stars in some familiar constellations taking up the page, The Big and Little Dipper. Marc reads: 'You know they named these 'The Indestructibles'? They're undying stars, constantly rotating, believed to be a safe portal to the afterlife. Think it's a nice sentiment, to have something constant like that and deem it literally incapable of destruction, innit?'

Marc feels a hint of that childhood wonder trickle back into him as he stares at the stars. It's not so tainted like it used to be. He used to shove it away, knowing it was too close to memories of sitting in the backyard with RoRo making up stories for each star to be safe for him feel. Now, he felt a fondness with it as he reached for a pen and an orange sticky note. Thinking about when exactly Steven placed his affinity for the night sky, if he felt pulls towards it like Marc felt towards books. There is a quiet sense of still getting to share the allurement with a brother that causes his hand to shake in the slightest as he writes on the sticky note.

'That's pretty fuckin cool.'

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #moon knight meta #mk meta #this is something thats so important to me you have no idea #and i theres a whole separate thing about marc and layla writing letters to each other that i wanna get into later #its just like...my favorite thing to think about is ways in which marc and steven connect #but dont even get me started on how jake plays into all this i will not shut up ahfkfkfk

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enchantcdstories · 2 years

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Proper Love- Love Letter

Summary:

You had found the note in the trash, crumpled up with the ink smudged roughly all over the paper. You weren’t known for going through the trash, but when half of the bin was full of balled up paper balls– you got suspicious. You had guessed it was notes from one of the many study sessions Steven had to keep himself awake, the way he would spend hours upon hours copying down pages of text before eventually giving in to sleep. Upon stretching the paper and smoothing it down, you didn’t find copious notes on egyptian gods and goddesses, but instead a letter. A letter to you. Half the words were scribbled out, though you could still make them out, and there was a spill of tea staining the edge, but it was still a better directed to you. Your heart thumped nervously in your chest as you read it.

Dearest y/n,

To my buddy,

To y/n,

Y/n,

Who actually writes letters anymore? This is rubbish.

I’m not sure how to start this. I feel like I should be writing this in an email instead, save a tree, ya know?

Pure rubbish, this is.

You won’t read this, probably because I’ve written out ten other notes and all tossed those too, so that’ll probably be how this one ends up. Don’t know why I’m so scared to do this. I should be telling you all this in person, this is like breaking up with someone over text. Not that I’m breaking up with you! I think we need to start dating to do that first…

Which is I guess what I’m writing this letter for me. Dating, I mean. I want to do it. I read up that writing a letter to confess feelings was more…romantic. I guess I never was great in that department, was I? I’m trying, love, I am. I guess I’ve done it now then? Basically told you what the point of this is? I think I fancy you. Not think. I know. I know I fancy you. Love you, in fact.

I love you, Y/n, which is…terrifying. I feel terrified. Terrified that you probably don’t feel the same or that you’ll take this as offending and I’d never forgive myself for that. Love shouldn’t be terrifying, it’s bubbly and happy and makes me light up when I see you. But if you don’t feel the way I do for you, then I can’t just sit around the flat and mope, now can I? I can write more letters if that helps me. Got to respect your wishes and let you go.

I’m rambling on now. It’s too long of a letter to just say the words ‘I fancy you, wanna go out to get dinner or something?’. Why can’t I just say those words to you? I don’t wanna hide it anymore, love.

I don’t wanna watch you leave my flat anymore either. I want you to stay here and see you when you wake up, when you go to sleep. I’ll clean up the flat, I promise. No more piles of books, no more sand, I promise.

I want to stop imagining spending the rest of my life with you, because I can’t know you’ll want that too.

Don’t know if I feel better about writing this, I think it’s just making my heart ache for you a bit more, yeah. I think it’s made me realize how much I love you. More than just a little crush that I had when we worked shifts together at the museum. It’s turned into proper love now. Maybe writing this will help me realize that I don’t deserve that, proper love.

Blimey, this took a turn.

Don’t know what else to say to you, darling. I love you. You won’t read this. Yeah.

Always yours,

Steven

#Moon Knight #Steven Grant #Steven Grant x reader #love letter #unbeta'd

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hopelessrromantix · 1 year

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content: dry humping (steven humps your leg), praise

“Good boy,” You praised, petting his hair slowly.

His face was red and his dark eyes were filled with tears. He was still smiling up at you, mouth covered with his own drool.

He wanted to take all of you in his mouth. He promised he could do it. Good boys could do it. And who were you to say no to that?

He was straddling one of your legs while resting a hand on either one of your thighs. You sat on the edge of the bed with one hand carting through his hair, your grip tightening when he pulled off, only keeping the head in his mouth. His attention was entirely on your cock, staring at it with a look of focus that made you twitch in his throat.

“Oh fuck Steven,” You moaned, yours hands firmly gripping his hair. “That’s a good boy, taking me so perfectly in your slutty mouth. So proud’a you for taking my whole cock like this.”

He pulled back to take a few deep breaths before forcing himself but down again, trying to take your length as far back as he could. Each time he did, he gagged about halfway down but he forced himself to stay there, swallowing and moaning around your dick.

He tried to get further each time, pushing past his gag reflex and taking you down his throat inch by inch. He couldn’t be enjoying himself more.

His hands tightened on one of your thighs, his grip shaky. He was grinding his hips against your ankle, using your leg to get any friction he could. He was close to cumming in his boxers. You’d barely gotten the chance to touch him yet.

“You look so pretty, baby,” you cooed at him, cupping the side of his face as he slid down your cock again. You could feel his jaw widening and his repeated swallowing as he got closer to taking all of you.

His eyes turned back toward your cock, leaning forward and taking you in his mouth. Slowly, he slid down your shaft, taking in every inch. Though you heard him gag a bit and take shaky breaths, eventually his lips were touching your pelvis, his tight throat pulsing around you.

His eyes rolled back, a low moan resonating in his throat. His eyes flicked up to you, his lust-filled gaze desperately searching for your approval.

“Look like you’re just meant for my cock, Steven.” He moaned in response, focusing again on taking you down his throat. The tight heat sent another shiver of pleasure through you, your hips thrusting into Steven’s mouth.

He could tell by how you were twitching that were close to cumming. He moved his hips faster, trying to force himself further down your cock.

“Shit, Steven. You’re so good for me, such a perfect whore. Takin’ me all the way down your throat, just can’t wait to have my dick in your mouth, huh?”

Steven nodded as best he could, audibly gagging when your hips thrust forward.

“Where do you want me to cum, pretty boy?” You asked, your voice much calmer than it had been a second ago.

Though he didn’t want to, he pulled off your cock to answer your question. “Down my throat, please. Just fuck my mouth.”

He didn’t need to ask you again. You guided his mouth back to your cock, immediately thrusting down his throat. He gagged around you, his hips moving even faster against your leg.

“Fuck Steven, drink it all, okay?” He only moaned in response, his tear-filled eyes rolling back in his head. His thrusts against your leg grew shaky and fast as he neared his own orgasm, swallowing around your cock. He stuck out his tongue, gathering any that had spilled over his lips.

His hips didn’t stop moving against you despite his cock slowly softening. Overstimulation was starting to creep up his spine, the feeling both uncomfortable and addicting.

He could feel your hand petting his hair. His hips slowed, his orgasm gone and overstimulation being too much for him. “C’mon Steven, take a break okay? Just lie down with me.”

He nodded slowly, accepting your guidance to the bed and collapsing against your chest, barely stay awake long enough to say he loved you.

#kinktober 2022 #sub steven grant #steven grant smut #steven grant x reader #letters to steven grant #steven grant x male reader #male reader smut #seme male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #moon knight x male reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight

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fceriestcrdst · 2 years

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Same anon, so glad you're taking care of yourself 🥰 if you're looking for other ideas, Steven+ his love for Egypt!!!

hi, honey! i am always looking for steven + his love of egypt--i could ramble about this sweet man for hours!!

PSA: Do not steal or credit as your own, please!

Moodboard request info here

#nonnie 💫#crow's love letters 🥺💗#moon boys 🌙💕#kylo's edits #< don't steal any of these tags please.#moonknightcore/aesthetics #moon knight #steven grant #aesthetics

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oscarisaacedit · 7 months

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𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 : 𝐎𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐄𝐫𝐚𝐬 🎬🪩💋

#oscarisaac #oscarisaachernandezestrada #oscarisaacedit #oscarisaacfanpage #oscarisaacthecharacterseras #theeras #moonknight #marcspector #stevengrant #jakelockley #starwars #poedameron #triplefrontera #santiagogarcia #duna #letoatreides #scenesfromamarriage #jonathanlevy #theletterroom #exmachima #nathanbatemam #thecardcounter #williamtell #acrossthespiderverse #miguelohara #spiderman2099

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scarletsugars · 2 years

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comfort character letters 💌

hi everyone,

i’ve been writing comfort letters to some of my friends over the past few weeks and i’m having a lot of fun so i thought why not offer it to you?

below you will find a link where you can specify your marvel character, relationship, etc.

i don’t write letters from one character to another.

this will be free because i just really want to get back into writing.

if i get comfortable enough with writing these and there is a demand i will maybe offer some physical letters as well in the future.

for now these will be digital only!

i’ll try my best to finish your letters as fast as possible but please be patient since I have to go to work and school as well.

if you want something specific or something that is not listed in the questionnaire feel free to ask me.

please only fill out the questionnaire if you’re above 18 years old!

here you‘ll find the link 🌼

if you have the time please leave me a review I’d really appreciate it<3

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absolutelybloodyhopeless · 1 year

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18+ blog, minors DNI here!! You can buy from my Etsy because its separate from my NSFW content, but you can't interact with my blog or order any NSFW emails! Thank you understanding!

Hi guys!

I have an Etsy up at the minute with listings for emails written by your comfort characters!

(it's not fully finished yet, so it looks a bit janky)

They're selling for £4.80 and I can do romantic emails as well as platonic and also NSFW themes.

For the NSFW ones, I'll need photo ID from you to confirm you're over 18 years of age and they aren't extremely graphic, more passionate than anything.

You'll be sent a PDF when you order that says thank you for ordering and lets you know what happens next, and then in 1-5 working days you'll be sent the email from your character!!

I'll write for many characters, but here are the listings I have up right now:

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Jake Lockley

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Otto Octavius

Peter Parker (Platonic or Romantic only)

Loki

I'll have many more soon, but those are what I have at the moment! Any purchases would be so greatly appreciated! If you buy and enjoy, please do leave a review!

Thank you!!

#moon knight #steven grant #eddie munson #jake lockley #marc spector #stranger things #comfort character #digital letters #emails #Etsy #Etsy shop #18+ blog only #minors DNI #otto octavius #spiderman #Peter Parker #mcu loki #marvel

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moonmoonboys · 2 years

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First date with Marc Spector he takes you to his therapy session

#a man in touch with his feelings AND communicates???#easily the best date of your life #would a therapist give a letter of recommendation to their client’s date? let’s find out #moon knight #steven grant #moonknight #marc spector #jake lockley #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader

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fantasyfindsgifts · 2 years

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Check out the link to get a comfort character letter from the moon boys and Layla‼️‼️‼️🌙 and many more characters!!!! Each letter comes with a free custom playlist, sticker fit for you, and at least one surprise accessory ‼️‼️‼️‼️🌙🌙🌙

#comfort character letters #comfort characters #moon knight x reader #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight #mark spector #moon knight meme #jake lockley #steven grant #layla moon knight #jake lockely x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel

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