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melodygatesauthor · 10 months

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Steven Grant - Yandere Edition - Random Horny Thots #1 - Claiming

NSFW - NON-CON WARNING - Virgin Reader

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Steven's been watching you for a long time, so imagine his excitement when he finally has you tied up, wrists stuck to the headboard and your mouth wrapped in duct tape. You're crying so hard while he's pressing himself against your tight and never broken entrance. He's prodding gently, feeling the resistance of your hole. His eyes are crazed with excitement. A trickle of drool is spilling down his chin.

"Oh love, no one's been in here before have they?" His face turned into an affectionate smile, "you've been savin' y'self just f'me? Darling, that makes me feel so special."

You're crying, and internally begging him to let you go, but he doesn't seem to care...or maybe he likes it.

He has the fat, bulbous tip of his cock in here. He can feel it stretch a little, and your screams get a little louder. He bites his lip, trying to contain his excitement. He pushes forward, feeling the way your tight hole gives out and tears around him. You shriek again, sobs getting heavier as you struggle.

"Now, now love. You're alright, shhhh," he grabs your hips tightly and leans in, kissing your tearstained cheeks.

Steven's enjoying it so much, listening to your little cries, but even more than that he enjoys the way your blood is painting his cock when he looks down at where your bodies are joined. He’s surprised at how wide he’s split you open, seeing your little pussy lips gripping around his cock so tightly. It’s almost too tight, but it feels so fucking good. You cry again; fresh sobs falling down your cheeks and soaking the pillow under your head.

“S’alright love, I know…” He leans forward, reaching his arms around your back and pulling you close, kissing just below your earlobe softly. “I’m happy too, so happy that you’ve given this to me. What a gift you are.”

He shudders, feeling such a sense of pride for being the only man to have you, and the only man to make you sound like this. You were crying tears of joy, he knew it had to be true. The noises were too good to be anything else. Of course you were a little pained, but it would feel better soon. You were meant to take him, it had to feel good.

He leaned back, lifting the backs of your legs and pushing your knees up by your head. He could see you all spread out now. He could watch your cunt swallowing around him. He could see the blood all over his length. He could hear you screaming louder in this new position, this tighter position.

“That’s it love, feels good dunnit? Yeah, bet it does. You like a bit of pain don’t you?”

All he can hear other than your muffled cries is the wetness between both of your bodies. Your cunt and his cock are drenched in fluids; a cocktail made up of your arousal, blood, and his precum, which you were certain he had a steady stream of since he started his assault.

When Steven comes, it’s messy, and he’s squeezing you so hard you think you might suffocate. His body is shaking, breath huffing out in sharp, short gusts, and he’s telling you how lucky you are to have someone like him giving you his all. No one else will ever love you like he can, and no one else will ever care for you the way he does.

“There love…” he says, wiping away your tears, “now you’re all mine. Molded your little cunt to fit around me perfectly.”

And with that, you belong to him, forever and always…

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 11 months

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Pussy drunk Steven Grant!!

hii, im very sorry this has taken so long!! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 also apologies in advance if there’s mistakes, I had a migraine while editing this

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Steven Grant x f reader

wc || 0.6k

warnings || 18+ only sexually explicit content (oral f receiving, subby steven, praise) minors dni I couldn’t help but make him submissive, it’s just too easy

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Steven Grant is the type of guy who often needs guidance to get a job done, needing simple reassurance and encouragement, the kind who loved hearing when he was doing something well.

You and Steven haven't been dating long, so you were still somewhat foreign to one another's bodies, unsure how to navigate each other just yet. Steven being the adorably sweet and awkward guy he is, hasn't had much luck with women, causing him to feel inadequate in the bedroom. Since you became a couple, you've been experimenting with ways to build his confidence, quickly learning that he responds well to praise and direction.

He looks up at you from between your thighs, his dark brown eyes blown huge as he stares up in adoration. Hands lightly stroking your thighs with uncertain features, grazing his palms over the soft flesh.

You reassuringly nod as you place your hand over his, slowly guiding it to where you need him most. Lacing into his fingers as you lead him over your underwear, palming him over you. "Yeah, that's it," you whisper, momentarily closing your eyes as you feel his delicate touch. "Take them off," you softly instruct, nodding when you notice his questioning eyes.

He slips from your gentle grip to snake his fingers into your waistband, gingerly sliding them down. His eyes dart between you and your pussy, looking at you with a precarious glimmer as he settles himself, getting comfortable between your legs.

"Go on," you ease, your tone full of warmth. You slide your fingers into his curls, gently tugging. "That's it," reassuring.

He itches his mouth closer, faintly licking a soft stripe through your folds, featherlight touch as he does so. He slides his arms under your thigh and reaches up to your hand, lacing and clasping into your fingers as if he was seeking comfort. His tongue stiffens as he slides through you again, parting your folds with a content groan, his movements light yet precise. "Right there, Steven... that's it," you softly praise, tightening your grip in his hand and hair. "You're doing so well."

Your praise instantly encouraged Steven. He began to work over you as if he had finally got a knack for you, your taste and feel being something he doesn't want to part from.

His gluttonous mouth movements grow hungry and desperate as he flicks over you, swirling over your clit as he listens to your body, listening to your hitches in breath. Paying attention to you.

Encouraging him further, you earnestly whimper in praise as you tug his hair, eyes screwed shut, muttering senselessly in the air. "Right there... you're making me feel so good, Steven... so good," peeking down, you catch a brief moment of eye contact before your eyes clamp closed again. "You're doing such a good job."

Steven's initial reaction to your somewhat pained whines of pleasure was to stop, unsure if he was hurting you. Sensing his uncertainty, you tenderly brush over the back of his hand as if to comfort him, silently reassuring him as you feel the build-up to your release.

He laps over you in the way he knew you liked, flicking and teasing your clit, parting and sucking on your folds, not once faltering in motion as he brought you to your high. Caressing your pussy.

Quivering against his lips as you coat his tongue, freely jolting as you came.

He gently kisses your inner thigh before crawling up the bed next to you, snuggling into your side as he adjusts the covers, draping it over your lower half. You twist your neck to face him, sweetly kissing his lips while you wrap your arms around him, nuzzling the side of your head into his chest.

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moonluvin · 2 months

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stalker!steven grant inserting himself into your life.

He stalks you for a few months to learn your schedule and daily habits. He knows everything you like and dislike, friends and family, where you were born, where you live, what you do for a living. Let’s just say he would use all the resources available to him.

The day he finally ‘runs into you’ is planned in great details. He has a whiteboard in his apartment where he has your daily routine written down. He planned it so that he would meet you at the perfect moment.

“Sorry about that, I didn’t see you there,” he said with a chuckle.

You readjusted your bag and turned to face the stranger who bumped into you which caused you to spill your morning tea on the ground.

“No worries, it’s okay,” you reassured him and smiled, despite feeling sad that you wouldn’t have your daily dose of tea.

“How about I buy you another?” he said with a kind smile.

Before you could protest, he walked towards the café you usually bought your tea from. Leaving you with no choice but to follow him.

This would be the start of your friendship with Steven. He’d become part of your everyday life. Which gave him even more access to you.

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traveller-of-the-knight · 9 months

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Ok but,

IMAGINE STEVEN WEARING HIS GLASSES AND TRANSFORMING INTO MR KNIGHT!!!

Without the mask of course, with his curlers and sweet face and- and- and- aghfhskaakhdd

Like- glowing eyes behind the lenses

And sophisticated and able to beat the shit out of you but cute but hot but cute but-

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thot-of-khonshu · 1 year

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Here's one filthy idea I came up with:

Breeding + bondage kink with Steven Grant

Please and thank you obviously, and have a great day or night :)

Beg For It

Pairing: Steven Grant x f! Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Content: restraints, dirty talk, breeding kink, unprotected p in v, creampie, cum swapping

It was an understatement to say your boyfriend Steven absolutely adored you. He loved the way you laughed at his corny jokes and your genuine interest in David Attenborough.

He loved that you were your own person. Your independence shone through and though he was lonely before you, he loved that you didn’t pause your life to spend tour time with him.

The only time he could get possessive was if you were out and a man spent a bit too long lingering at you, then you’d feel the firmness of his big hands at your neck as he kissed you hungrily. You loved that he wanted you to be his and his only.

So why not make that possession fun? When you’d seen his unusual method for curbing his sleeping disorder in his bedroom, the chain and restraint, you figured it was time for some fun. And Steven happily agreed, pounding into you from behind as your wrists were locked in tight.

“One more, please, love. And I’ll fill you up.” Steven grunted, rubbing your wet clit as he drove into you. Your back arched and you ached for him, unable to soothe yourself with the shackle across your wrists from another orgasm.

“Fuck, St-Steven I’m so close.” You began to move below him, grinding into his hard cock as he gripped your ass.

“That’s right darling. I’m not going to last, shit.” He looked below you, pressing into him as your wetness glistened on his cock. He grabbed your ass to steady himself as he went further.

“Beg for it.” He gritted through his teeth.

“Beg for it?” You turned around and looked at him, his eyes were dark as he kept focused on driving into you.

“Please.” Steven whined. You felt yourself clench. You loved when he begged.

“Please cum inside me Steven, I need to feel every last drop.” This drove Steven absolutely mad, taking both of his hands and gripping your sides as he pushed himself into you.

“Every last drop, eh? Fill you up with my cum? Inside of my pussy darling?” He gritted. You wished you could reach for something to grip onto to fight the fire of the orgasm that was coming.

“Oh fuck yes, yes.” You felt your walls close around his hard cock as he stilled, wanting to feel every single pulse of you cumming. He moaned along with you, kissing along your back.

Once you’d stopped he pumped into you, his warmth filling you up as you felt it surround you. He pulled out, watching himself slowly drip out of you. You whined and winced when he spread you open, tasting the mix of you and him together.

He kissed you hungrily as you tasted the saltines and sweetness of the two of you mixed together.

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jake-g-lockley · 1 year

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Seven Lives (Steven Grant x reader)

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A/N: I watched Chennai Express again somewhere last week and decided to write this drabble, added my favourite place on the planet + my favourite person on the planet. I also cried writing this so-

Word Count: 783 words

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You stared glumly up at the set of stairs in front of you, angrily nibbling at the lime ice cream in your hand. The limestone caves above you looked magnificent and you were so tempted to go up and explore the intricately carved temple, it had, after all, been years since you did. You glance up at the big statue beside the stairs and frown.

“I’d go up but this little fella won’t let me,” you mumbled to the golden-faced God, rubbing at your swollen tummy.

Your grandma had forbidden you from going up due to your pregnant state. She had been wary since you expressed interest in taking your husband there, saying that he would appreciate the beautiful architecture and history.

“What are we looking at, darling?” your husband whispered and you turned to frown at him.

“Aw love, what's wrong?” He said taking your face in his hands.

“I wanna go up.” You said, nodding towards the stairs.

“Your ammamah is not gonna be happy, my sweet wife.” He frowned back, eyeing the stairs with you.

“Hey! You’re the one who did this to-” you say a little too loudly and Steven clamps a hand onto your mouth.

“Holy place!” he hissed through a smile.

The both of you stood there a little longer, watching people walk up and down the colourful concrete staircase. You loved this place, it gave you peace and tranquillity like no other and you felt amazing. But it truly did make you sad that you couldn't waddle your way up the stairs.

“Alright, you know what…” Steven Grant folded the sleeves of his kurta and suddenly scooped you up into his arms bridal style as if you weighed like a feather.

“NOOO STEVEN PUT ME DOWN!” you squeal, grabbing onto the edge of your saree.

“Come on love, what kinda superhero doesn’t do superhero things for his wife?” Steven winks down at you and kicks his shoes off.

You hide your face behind the long edge of your saree as people begin to stare and point the second Steven started walking up the stairs with you. The arm that is hooked around Steven’s neck was already a cry for help, but part of you really did want to go up to the cave.

“Steven, there are people watching.” you mumble and hang onto him tightly.

“Let them watch, keep your eyes on me, love.” He whispered back, watching his footing.

“Two hundred and seventy two steps, Steven.”

“I’ve done more.”

“Yea, without your pregnant wife in your arms!”

People around you started to coo and shout praises, all which Steven nodded politely to. You watch your husband’s face for any sign of a strain, his jaw set in concentration and the feeling of being rocked in his arms easing out all of your anxieties. Steven’s hands on you grounded you to him, and you held to that feeling like it was your life line.

“Did you know that the cave is 400 million years old?” Steven says, as he continues to take step after step.

Steven continued to dish out facts and you listened intensely, nodding at each of them despite already learning all of the facts by heart. You watch him say hi to a monkey and your eyes shift to the vel-shaped entrance of the cave. Your heart swells with pride as people around you cheer and clap as Steven slowly sets you down slowly before kneeling down and adjusting your saree’s pleats.

You were in your favourite place on Earth and all you could do was look at your husband. You can’t help feeling lucky and loved. You teared up as elderly folk swarmed Steven, touching his head and giving him their blessings. Once the crowd cleared, Steven reached out to grab your hand, pulling you close. He set a hand onto your tummy and knelt down again, pressing his ear against you.

Was it really possible to fall in love with the same person again and again?

“Your mummy is very spoiled, little one, I’d do anything for you and for her.” You smacked Steven’s head and he laughed, getting up and encasing you in an embrace.

“Thanks, Steven, I love you.” you mumble in his chest while he fixes your hair.

The seven-lives bond that people always talked about when it came to marriage didn’t seem true to you then. You’d hate to see someone else with Steven in his eighth life. But you’d have seven lifetimes to ponder over that. Now, you held onto Steven’s hand tightly as he led you to the cave temple, Steven chastising you to watch your step as he stirred you around puddles.

Translations:

ammamah: grandma

kurta: a loose collarless shirt or tunic worn in many regions of South Asia

Vel: is a divine javelin or spear associated with Murugan, the Hindu god of war.

Saree: a women's garment from the Indian subcontinent,that consists of an un-stitched stretch of woven fabric arranged over the body as a robe, with one end tied to the waist, while the other end rests over one shoulder as a stole (shawl), sometimes baring a part of the midriff

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thepaperpanda · 2 years

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Moonboys & Khonshu vs cat || Steven Grant x fem!Reader || Marc Spector x fem!Reader || Jake Lockley x fem!Reader || Khonshu x fem!Reader

Summary: How would moonboys interact with a kitten? And how would Khonshu handle a cat if he had to?

Warnings: none

Word count: ~ 2890

Authors: Cass & Rouge

😻 JAKE 😻

It was usual for Jake to announce his return home loudly, but this time he didn't. He entered the apartment and went to the bathroom without removing his cap or jacket.

You peered out of the kitchen after you thought you had heard the lock and keys squeaking. "Jake, is that you?"

"¡Sí! ¡Me das un momento!" He yelled loudly from behind the closed door.

"Of course!"

Within a few moments, Jake walked out of the bathroom. "You better not get in there. I have blood on my stuff. I don't want you looking at it."

A frown appeared on your forehead but you followed him back to the hallway, not questioning anything else.

"How was your day, cariño?" Jake asked, trying to catch your attention.

"I made dinner and tried to reach you but you didn't answer my calls. Was everything okay? I'll wash your stained clothes. Do you want me to wash your jacket as well?" You replied with a frown still on your face.

Sitting down, Jake protested, "None of that is necessary. I can take care of it myself. You don't need to worry yourself."

You proceeded to set the kettle on fire to make Jake his afternoon espresso. It wasn't until you could swear you heard a loud meow sound coming from the bathroom.

Jake heard that too and cleared his throat loudly. "That crazy lady next door. I wonder how many cats she has there."

With a raised eyebrow, you left the kitchen and headed straight to the bathroom. "She only has three of them and none meows like that."

Immediately after getting up, he grabbed your hand tightly. "Since when do you know how her cats meow? I told you not to go there."

"Why not? She's just an older lady. I sometimes help her with shopping and I've been there a few times. She's very kind and her kittens are cute. Also, none of them meow like that, so stop making fun of me, Lockley, and tell me what you're hiding in our bathroom."

Jake continued to argue, "Just blood on my stuff. I don't want you to even look at it."

Another loud meow and a small paw reaching out from under the bathroom's door sold him out.

In a nod, Jake pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily. "Okay fine. It's a cat... A kitten to be exact."

"Bring it here," you instructed your boyfriend and walked to the living room.

After rolling his eyes, he went to the bathroom only to return with a kitten in his arms. "Here."

You immediately approached him and rubbed the kitten's head.

"I just found him in the trash can outside and I couldn't leave this little guy there," Jake shrugged.

You made a quiet awww sound and picked the kitten out of Jake's arms.

"I was also unsure if you would let me keep him here," Jake added.

"Why wouldn't I, silly?"

"Because the building owner is weird and you don't want to have any trouble?" Jake gave you one more shrug. "I hope the kitten isn't a problem."

"Like I'd care about the groaning of that old prick," you told him, cradling the kitten in your arms. "How are we going to name the baby?"

I was going to ask you for a name idea, honey. You always come up with great ones."

You picked the cat up to have a brief look between its legs. "It's a boy. So maybe Nuka?"

Jake rolled his eyes with a soft chuckle. "I know it's a boy, silly. Well, you will have to think about more names then."

"You can give your thoughts too, love," you told him. "We need to take our baby to the vet."

"Babies, cariño," Jake muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "I have a box full of his siblings in my limo."

You blinked. "What?"

"Well... There was more than one kitten."

"How many?"

"Four more," Jake said quietly.

You gasped quietly. "Mr Lockley, I never thought you would care about the plight of poor stray animals."

"I just like cats, okay?!” Jake groaned, not too happy with your teasing.

You put the kitten down and turned to Jake to give him a deep kiss.

He didn't even dare to protest and kissed you back, grabbing your sides. Once you pulled away, he smiled. "What was that for?”

"For bringing this beautiful furball home. Now, chop chop, move your round ass and get his siblings here."

"You want to keep them all?"

"Why not? Our flat is spacious."

This time he grabbed you by cheeks and kissed you deeply. "I love you."

"Go, go and bring them. I can't wait to see those babies."

🙀 STEVEN 🙀

Steven was busy with a new book you gave him recently. Your return to the flat after work caught his attention. "Evening, luv!" He said cheerfully. "Look, I'm reading the book you got me!"

You entered the flat with something nestled in your arms. "Baby! Can you help me out here?"

In the blink of an eye, Steven sprang from the armchair, abandoning the book on the desk. "Did you go shopping again?" Steven asked softly. "One more trip like that and we'll drown in your dresses."

As you shook your head, a soft chuckle escaped your lips. "This time, no. Take a look at who I brought with me."

A small, red-haired cat was curled up in your arms.

Steve smiled, surprised, and gently touched the kitten. "Who might that be?" He chuckled. "You're a cute one, aren't you? Where did you find this poor thing?"

"I noticed him limping down the street near my office. He was so tired that he kept falling, and it appeared that his back paw was injured. I couldn't let him live on the streets any longer... I had no idea what else I could do."

"Did you take it to the vet? Shall I call someone?"

"Actually, I didn't. I wasn't sure if you'd let me keep him because I live by your house, so first I wanted to see if you'd agree," you explained everything.

The kitten you were holding opened his eyes and meowed loudly, his gaze fixed on Steven. The tiny creature was trembling.

As Steven picked up the kitten from your arms, he gently wrapped it in a blanket from the couch.

"Poor little thing. We need to get you warm and cosy. Then we should take you to the right doctor," He abruptly stopped, looking at the fish tank. "Oh, bloody hell. We cannot have cats here. Gus... Cats eat fish."

You blinked as you listened to Steven's words. "But, babe? Gus lives in his tank. The tank is covered from above. And the kitten is too young to comprehend the significance of his own cat nature and hunting abilities. Not to mention that he's hurt. If he grows up around Gus, he will never attack him..." You made an effort to make your points clear.

"He will learn how to get under the covers if he grows up here," Steven explained, looking at the kitten.

You approached Steven and gently took the cat wrapped in a blanket from his arms. "So, why are you holding such a raging beast?" You couldn't pretend not to be angry with Steven. "It's only a kitten. A furball. He will not attack your goldfish. But if you take him as a treat, I'll take him with me to my old flat, where he won't try to hunt, kill, or eat anyone nor anything."

Don't act so dramatic, darling. I didn't say I wanted to throw him out."

"I'm not being dramatic, but you're accusing him of something he'll never do. You stated that cats consume fish. That is, you attempted to find him guilty before he committed a crime. Are you playing Ammit?" You started raising your voice.

Grabbing your arm gently, Steven protested, "Don't pull that card on me now, luv. I don't judge the kitten. I am just worried about Gus. That's all."

"Do you honestly believe I won't teach the cat not to eat Gus, and treat him like a part of the family instead? Do you think I'm a horrible person? You already know how much I adore your goldfish," you protested.

I never said I thought anything like that. Now you put things into my mouth, and that's something I don't like," Steven said, shaking his head. "Let's get the little guy to the vet, okay?”

"Yes."

Steven nodded and gave you a small smile. "Then we will go to the pet store and get him everything he needs."

"And you promise to not accuse the little one of anything, deal?'

"I promise."

It had been two months. Freddy, the kitty, was doing much better after his injured leg was treated by the veterinarian. He was a bouncing ball of energy who was too cute to not be liked by everyone in the house.

You got home earlier one day because your boss had to close the store where you worked a bit earlier due to computer problems. How surprised were you that Steven wasn't there to greet you right away.

He was on the couch with the kitten on his lap. He was moving his finger right above the kitten's head, giggling when Freddy tried to catch it. "Look at you. Jumping like a little bunny. Someone is getting better."

Your heart melted at that precise moment. You were annoyed with Steven at times for being too harsh with the kitten, but the man was still concerned about his beloved goldfish. However, the scene you witnessed convinced you that Steven adored your new pet. "Hey, boys, I'm back. I can see you two are having a lot of fun!"

"Oh yes we do!" Steven cooed, stroking Freddy's little cheek. "He was a good kitten the entire day. Today, I woke up with him sleeping on my chest. I-it's okay, right?"

"I've been convincing you that he's not a beast, but a sweet, fluffy furball," you flopped on the couch next to Steven and briefly kissed his cheek. "Thanks for giving him a chance. You did the best thing possible by saving his life."

"Although I try, I still get nervous when he sits under the tank and watches," Steven admitted, kissing Freddy's head. "But he is indeed a cute, little furball."

"He watches Gus because it's interesting to him to see other animal just floating so peacefully in the water," you explained. "It's nice to see you two getting along so well. I'm pretty sure you both are the cutest boys around."

😾 MARC 😾

Marc loved visiting your flat. Your cat was the only thing he didn't like. The animal hated Marc, despite your claims that it was sweet and cute.

Your cat was a lovely black girl with a pointy nose and big, golden eyes. She was a sweet furball around you, but whenever Marc came into your flat, she transformed into a demon, as if possessed.

When Spector entered the room that day, your kitten ran up to him and hissed loudly.

Marc frowned in disbelief at the cat. "Yeah. Glad to see you too," Spector groaned, already annoyed before he looked at you. "Why is she like this?"

"Maybe she's just a bit jealous of you, you know? You're the only man that visits us and you pay all of your attention to me," you told him after making it to the hallway to greet him.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. There is no doubt in our minds that she is your one and only baby."

"But she can sense that you're a leader type here," you commented. "Maybe we can run a short test?"

"Test? Should I be worried?"

"No. Just come with me," you grabbed Spector's hands and led him behind you, right to the living room.

Reluctantly, Marc nodded and followed you, squeezing your palm.

You asked him to take a seat on the couch.

As reluctantly as before, Marc took a seat and got comfortable. "What are you planning?”

You took a seat by his side, and asked him, "Kiss me now."

Before pulling you into a deep kiss, Marc teased, "So demanding."

The moment you started kissing, your cat jumped on the couch and aggressively poked Marc's lap with her paw.

He glared at the cat, then at you, with an annoyed growl. "She seriously has a problem with me getting close to you. What now?"

In the softest voice you could muster, you advised, "Give her some attention. And change your tone, she can sense your exasperation."

As soon as I touch her, she's going to try to scratch me, you're aware of that, right? She's done that before."

"At least this time, trust me."

As Marc rolled his eyes, he decided to gently scratch the cat behind the ear. It was a hit with cats, wasn't it? What could possibly go wrong?

You knew everything you said was true when you heard a loud purr of approval filling the room.

"I wonder when she'll happily sink her claws into my hand," Marc joked.

The kitten jumped on his lap, made two small spins and laid down, purring loudly. Some moments later, a meow accompanied.

"I still don't trust her. I saw her sharp teeth," Marc said, scratching the cat's back.

"If you give her the attention she seeks, there's no way she'll think of attacking you."

"Are you sure about that? It's a mini version of a tiger."

"It's just a kitten, Marc. You're several times bigger than she is."

Marc was brave enough to pick up the cat and display it to you like a little lion. "Look at those paws. Mini tiger."

You couldn't help but chuckle. "Marc, it's a small kitten. She won't eat you alive and all she needs is love."

The cat meowed loudly, wiggling her tail.

"She agrees with me,” Spector added, happy that the kitten finally stopped hissing at him.

"You see? We can say you tamed her in some way," you smiled at Marc.

Marc chuckled and took a look at the kitten. "Yep. When she's not hissing at me, she's not so bad.

The cat freed herself and instantly placed herself on Marc's lap again, purring loudly as soon as her golden eyes were closed and Marc started scratching her back again.

BONUS

🐱 KHONSHU 🐱

Khonshu asked, watching you carry a cat in your arms, "What's the point of this creature even being here?"

A small frown crept on your forehead after you heard Khonshu's words. "Well, she's my cat, and I love her. Do I really need some deeper purpose in keeping a cat at home?"

He scoffed, "In my time those were treated like saints and not like common house mascots."

"Would you tell me more, Khonshu? Of course, I've heard they were worshipped in Egypt."

“Is there anything else you would like to know, woman?" Khonshu asked.

"How did it start?"

"Have you heard about the goddess Bastet?”

"Yes, I did."

"There's no need to discuss that then," the god nodded, getting closer to gently rub the cat's head. "The Egyptians believed cats brought good luck. To honour them, wealthy families dressed them in jewels and fed them royal treats."

Your kitten tried to grab Khonshu's hand, meowing loudly. "This is what I need to do for my beautiful Nea," you smiled, looking at your cat.

"Do you know how to mummify it?" Khonshu asked curiously.

You blinked in disbelief, shaking your head.

"You don't? And you house a cat? Pathetic.”

"I won't mummify my cat after she passes away," you said with a frown. "She'll be buried, that's all."

A roar came from Khonshu. "What? You all lack even a shred of respect these days! I knew humans were stupid, but now it's ridiculous and disrespectful."

"What's your problem this time, 'ol bird?"

He scoffed, scratching the cat's head as he said, "You humans have no respect for old customs. Poor thing will die and be buried without respect."

Your cat tried to be picked up by the creature as best she could.

Khonshu picked up the cat and scratched its chin. During my time, owners would shave their eyebrows as a sign of mourning. They would mourn until their eyebrows grew back," the god stated simply.

You blinked and frowned more. You thought to yourself that as much as you loved your kitten, there was no way for you to shave your fucking eyebrows as a sign of mourning. "Well, it was centuries ago, Khonshu. And now we live in the modern world and we have modern ways to worship our dead, beloved ones."

By burying them like ordinary animals. Modern people are so pathetic and weak."

"Even though you think we're weak and pathetic, we've gained longevity not only for us but also for others thanks to medicine and science," you argued with Khonshu.

A life full of nothing. Hardly worth extending," Khonshu muttered, absorbed in the care of your feline companion.

Your kitten climbed on her back legs and licked Khonshu's beak.

"I will ensure that you are respected after you are gone, my dear," Khonshu promised, stroking your kitten's head carefully.

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marveicinematics · 2 years

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“do you like that ?“ with steven please

Summary : You show Steven how to please you with his fingers.

Pairing : Steven Grant x female reader.

Words : 482.

TW : Smut. Fingering, touching, small praise kink. Mention of hurt (at the beginning).

Note : Steven is simply the love of my life.

You frowned at the feeling, not sure what you were expecting before Steven actually slid a finger inside you — but it wasn't doing it for you. It wasn't what you hoped for. Uncomfortable and hurting a little, you stayed quiet, thinking the feeling would go away. But it didn't, even after Steven started carefully sliding his finger in and out of your cunt.

“Steven, wait“, you mumbled, a bit ashamed. He looked up with questioning eyes filled with kindness. He would never hurt you on purpose, and you knew it. You just had to figure out what felt good for you, for both of you.

“It's...“ You wanted to be honest, to tell him you were suffering from a moment that was supposed to be pure pleasure. But you couldn't — he would have felt guilty, and he was in no way responsible for the reactions of your body. “Can we try something else?“ You said instead, offering him a soft smile.

He was surprised, but seemed to understand. As he slid his finger out one last time, you sighed and silenced yourself by kissing Steven again, one hand running through his black curls.

“What do you want me to do, love?“ He asked after breaking the kiss, and you could feel the panic in his voice. Steven was caring, and each time he had taken time to discover your body, he made sure everything that was happening was making you feel good.

Grabbing one of his hand, you slowly lead it down your body. “Let me show you what I do to make myself feel good, okay?“ He blushed, probably thinking about the fact that you touched yourself before. You placed his fingers against your clit, moaning at the feeling.

“Do you... Do you like that?“ He asked with a soft voice, as his fingers started massaging the bundle of nerve, your hand still guiding him.

“Yes, Steven.“

Your answer seemed to satisfy him, because he started going faster, and stronger, and trying to touch you in new ways you had never experienced before. Soon enough, your hand was off — you needed it to grab the bedsheets anyway, body arching and toes curling. “Fuck, Steven!“

He knew what he was doing to you. You couldn't believe he went from involuntarily hurting you to driving you so close to your orgasm. So close. “I'm so close.“ You screamed, biting down your lower lip. There was no way you'd let his neighbors hear the way he was pleasuring you.

“Come for me, love. You're such a good girl.“

The bastard knew how to talk to you, and within seconds you were coming undone. “Steven! Steven, baby!“ You screamed again, but your orgasm was so strong that you couldn't care about the neighbors anymore. “Feels so good!“

He let you coming down from your orgasm, fingers slowing down before he kissed your forehead with love. “That was so hot,“ he added in a whisper, “I think I almost came just looking at you.“

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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Prompt || Steven spilled some aphrodisiac into Y/N’s drink. It's up to Steven to deal with horny Y/N or to take advantage of them. — Requested by anon

Pairing || Steven Grant x Female!Reader // hint of Marc Spector x Female!Reader

Steven || Marc

Word Count || Less than 500

Contents & Warnings || fluff, angst, implied smut — 18+ Only, Minor DNI, non-con, mention of drugging.

Random prompt event || Masterlist

“Uh, Marc, I don’t think this is a good idea. I don’t want to drug this poor girl; I really like her, and this is our first date. I don’t want to fuck it up.”

Steven looked over his shoulder at where you were sitting on his couch, waiting for him to finish making drinks. You gave him a warm smile and waved. He felt his heart melt. He had fallen so in love with you already, and he felt horrible for what he was about to do.

He nervously chuckled and waved back before returning to the drinks.

“Come on, Steven, live a little. It’s just an energy boost, nothing more. We don’t want this night to end yet,” Marc lied to him.

“O-ok, I trust you, Marc.”

Naively, Steven opened up the small bottle and poured a few drops into your drink. He watched the liquid mix with the drink; no trace of anything added was longer evident.

“Perfect, Steven.”

Steven swallowed the lump in his throat and turned towards you with the drinks in hand. He smiled crookedly as he set the glasses down on the coffee table and found his seat next to you, leaving a few inches of space between your bodies.

“Thank you for a wonderful date, Steven. I’m so glad you asked me out.”

“N-no problem, a-and thank you for agreeing to go back to my place.”

You lifted your drink, as did he.

“Cheers for the rest of the night.”

“C-cheers.”

———

It took a couple of short minutes for the “energy boost” to kick in.

You started to feel slightly lightheaded and also overcome with lust, lust for the man sitting beside you. Closing the gap between you two, you leaned in and whispered in his ear how horny he made you.

“Steven, I want you,” you grabbed his thigh hard, “I need you so bad. I need you to fuck me.”

“W-wha…?”

“Yes, it’s working!”

“Please, Steven,” your lips graced his ear, “take me to your bed and fuck me as hard as you can.”

“I-I…”

Steven was so taken aback by what was happening. On the one hand, he really wanted to take you upon the request, but on the other, he tried to keep you at a distance. It was wrong to get laid this way, and possibly criminal as well.

“I don’t think you are thinking straight right now. M-maybe we can do it another time.”

“No, I want it no….”

Steven must have put too many drops in your drink because one minute, you’re begging for sex, and the next, you fainted in his lap.

“Oh, fuck. Maybe we put too much love potion in the drink?”

“Love potion? Marc, what the fuck?”

“No worries, she’ll wake up tomorrow, hopefully.”

“Fuck.”

It was up to Steven now to deal with this sleeping girl and take care of her until the morning.

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runa-falls · 9 months

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Steven is SO "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" coded istg

He is SUCH a softie.

PLEASE I COULD IMAGINE THIS PLAYING IN MY HEAD WHEN I SEE HIM FOR THE FIRST TIME (like a slo-mo "i think this is love at first sight" type beat)

Me: 😳 look at that guy

Friend: who...? him? the one who just knocked over that orange display?

Steven (accidentally took an orange from the bottom of the pyramid): *struggling to keep all the oranges from rolling away*

Me: yeah, him... *dreamy eyes*

Steven: *is literally getting stepped on by other customers as he crawls on the ground picking up oranges* *mutters* don't even like oranges all that much

Friend: really? him?

#anon #steven grant #steven grant drabble #song rec

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 9 months

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heeeeyy i saw that u write for steven…?

if you wanna- could u write a flustered/ blushing steven with a forward/ teasing reader. could be that they work together at the museum and are a couple on the dl cuz if donna found out she would fire one of you. but the reader keeps teasing steven and making it really hard for him to focus on his costumers. could end in him losing his patience and dragging the reader to the bathroom orr a broom closet? or maybe the reader corners him??👀 idk you can obvs decide how far this could go (fluff/ lime/ lemon) whatevs- entirely up to you👹✨

thanks so muuuuuch ur a really great writer💗💗

hiii!! I absolutely love this!? and anything like this tbh🤭 and omg stop it, thank you sm!! <33 🥹 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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steven grant x fem!reader

wc || 655

warnings || a little suggestive, but no ‘vulgar’ words used, just making out

・₊✧ masterlist + taglist

You and Steven were in the early stages of your relationship, so things were still very new and exciting. As you worked together at the museum, you had to be wary and careful around one another. Donna had a strict 'no dating policy', so if she were to catch you together during a moment, one of you would be reprimanded or even fired.

Recently, you couldn't keep your hands off Steven. You found any possible opportunity to touch or stroke him. You'd always be sly when engaging in contact- a light brush on his arm as you walk by, lingering touches, eye contact from across the room, just anything you can do without being caught.

Steven knew the game behind your constant teasing and flirting, and he was determined not to give in to your ways. He loves his job, as you do yours, so he had to carry the strength for both of you and resist the temptation, even though it was hard.

You were stocking shelves while Steven was on tills and attending to customers. You peek up at him, gazing at him over the stuffed hippos with a devilish glimmer in your eye. You place down the box of keyrings and pick up the new stock of pens and pencils before making your way to Steven.

"Oh hey," you subtly smirk, pulling out a fistful of stationery. "Fancy seeing you here,"

"Yup," he nods, avoiding your gaze as he knows that he wouldn't be able to refuse your allure. "Gotta get back to my customers now," he says quietly, gesturing to the non-existent queue.

"Oh really? It seems like you're avoiding me," you smile, furtively leaning over the counter to allow him a sneak peek down your top, inconspicuously showing him your cleavage. His eye line focuses on your breasts sitting perfectly in your bra, and you see his failed attempts to conceal a reaction.

"Yeah, nice try," Steven sighs, covering his crotch with his hands. "Good one,"

"Hm, seems like you're lying, Steven," you grin, resting your chin in your palm.

"Nope. I know your silly games,"

"Silly?"

"Mhm," he nods, making himself look busy as he flicks through items by the cash register. "I'm not a teenage boy anymore,"

"Okay, I'll drop it," you shrug, playing with a stray strand of hair. "What time do you get off?" you whisper, stroking his forearm, battering your lashes up at him.

"God," he exhales, visibly frustrated. "Come with me,"

You follow him towards the staff bathroom, leaving an unsuspicious gap as you walk after him. Steven checks the surroundings before yanking you into the stall, closing the door behind you, and immediately pushing you up against it. His lips brush over yours, and you instantly feel his pent-up frustrations melt away.

His lips hungrily work over yours as his hands cup and guide you, holding your jaw to manoeuvre you in the way he wants, like he's desperately trying to regain control after all your teasing. A soft moan slips past your lips as he deepens the kiss, working over your mouth more urgently, pushing you back into the door behind.

A harsh knock interrupts. "Stevie, what you doing in there?" Donna snaps, pounding on the door. "Taking forever— you have customers waiting,"

Steven pulls away, clearing his throat. "Yeah— yep, I know. Just a minute," he says with a slightly raised voice.

"What's taking so long? Having a poo or something?"

Your eyes instantly snap up to Steven's as you conceal a cackle, muffling your mouth with your palm.

"... yeah," he says reluctantly, an unamused expression on his face.

"Distugting, hurry up— and wash your hands,"

"Alright, yep— okay," he whispers, dropping his forehead into the crook of your neck. "That was so embarrassing,"

"For you, yeah— very," you snicker.

"We'll finish this at mine," Steven smiles, adjusting himself. "... for payback." he merely brushes your lips before walking out.

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steven taglist: @thewinterv @bubblezuku @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @queerponcho @selfryed @ugh09876554444

#steven grant #steven grant imagine #steven grant fanfiction #steven grant x reader #steven grant drabble #steven grant x fem!reader #steven grant x you #moon boys #moon knight

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therealmilfdennys · 2 years

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Hey babes it’s me, your number one fan. I was just wondering if you could write Steven Grant/Reader smut? Preferably where he’s the bottom (because let’s face it, he absolutely is one) and he’s just a little needy son of a bitch? This man is ULTIMATE virgin material, and I can imagine him being the whiniest motherfucker if you so as dare to deny him an orgasm midway through sex. I just KNOW this guy can not handle orgasm denial or edging in any way, shape, or form. He’ll do absolutely anything you ask of him just so he can cum because he’s putty in your hands. He’s a stupid little slut and I LOVE HIM!!! Anyway hehe thank you!!! -🩸

blood anon you are. So Incredibly correct? This is gonna be more of a collection of thoughts than a fic but LISTEN okay?

CW: smut lol. Dont read unless you’re over 18 (i know none of you listen to that but just don’t interact please i dont want to be sued) crying, sub!steven grant. dom!reader, implied fem but GN for the most part.

Steven Grant, is 100% a virgin okay? The body isn't, Marc and Jake certainly aren't. But Steven? Steven with a V? Never seen a titty in real life, let alone touched one. There are a few different points I want to make here starting with the fact that this man is a Sub, maybe a service top at most. He hates to admit that he likes being pampered and loved on. He wants to be kissed and pet and smothered with affection and he MELTS when he gets what he wants. He is also the most vocal out of the three of them. At the beginning of you two's sexual relationship, he got super embarrassed and nervous about how loud he was, but when he found out you enjoyed it? All bets were off. His praise kink swings both ways, he loves to tell you how good you feel, how good HE feels. Second point. He gets whiney as Fuck. He cannot handle being teased, he's fucking throbbing five minutes into foreplay and if it goes on too long he's liable to bust in his pants. Edging makes him cry, but it's okay because he does it so pretty. He's all big fat crocodile tears and pleading "Please Miss, please I promise I'll be so good. I'll do whatever you want, I swear please just let me cum." He starts bargaining with household chores and taking you out on lavish dates if you'll just let him cum. He's leaky and whimpering, big tears rolling down his cheeks, his shirt unbuttoned with his cock halfway out of his pants and he looks like sin. He wants so badly to be good but it hurts. You have to have a strong will to fight against his puppy eyes because he does resort to it. Overstimulation is the same and different. He cries still, its so easy to make those big brown eyes wet. He begs, he cries, he sobs out how it feels so good but somewhere near the middle of it, he gets hazy. Lips smacking, eyes rolling back, drool line down his chin. He looks Downright Sinful. He loves it too, he loves being taken care of like that, letting you take over and use him, tease him, let him make you feel good. It makes his thighs and fingers tremble with excitement.

He becomes the biggest slut when he figures out what he enjoys during sex too. He becomes almost insatiable, but not to an overwhelming point. He still likes to just cuddle and read. He eats pussy for his pleasure, he doesn't stop unless you literally force him and even then he pouts at you with a "I'm not done :(" and a whine. In conclusion yes, Steven Grant IS a stupid little slut, and yes I love him. He would also love to get pegged but I'll talk about that later.

#steven grant #steven my beloved #steven grant smut #marc spector mention #jake lockley mention #moon knight #moon knight system #steven grant x reader #steven grant headcanon #steven grant drabble #hes my babygirl your honor

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ereminsdiary · 2 years

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FOR THE FIRST TIME

characters ☽ steven grant x fem!reader, slight marc spector x reader (he gives steven advice like once)

warnings ☽ inexperienced!steven, first-time giving oral (fem receiving), marc is watching. he doesn’t say much tho

wc ☽ 1k… or something like that

never written for a character that isn’t animated…

m.list

send me a request <333

marc fights the urge to give steven advice from where he's watching in the mirror situated across your bed. he wants to tell him how to touch you properly, where to kiss you.

but he knows this is something steven has to learn on his own so he stays silent, continuing to watch. steven would probably hold a grudge against him for an eternity anyway for giving unwanted advice.

"where do you- i don't know where i should... touch," his sentence trails off as he grows embarrassed at his lack of experience but you only find it endearing.

you want him everywhere, all at once. you want to drown in his touch.

"touch me wherever you want, steven. wherever you feel is right. i just want to feel you," you speak the last sentence in a whisper, almost as if you weren't really speaking to him at all.

his frame hovers over you, your hair splayed out around you like a halo. it's mesmerizing to him; he doesn't think he's ever seen anything or anyone as beautiful as you are right now in this moment.

steven's hands start off on your hips, his touch is hesitant and unsure. for a second it seems as if he's going to pull away but he doesn't. he continues his path upwards, leaning down to place wet kisses where his hands were previously. the breathless moans you let escape your lips spur him on. builds his confidence. your hands slotting through his curly locks makes him whimper and grip your skin tighter, nearly leaving marks.

he's worked his way up your unbuttoned top, to your breasts that are still held in your lacy bra. there's a trail of what you know are going to be hickies in the morning leading from your hips.

he pauses for a second, contemplating asking what was plaguing his mind. you eyed him curiously from below raising a brow in question. "is something wrong? did you want to stop? if you're uncomfortable-," your rushed movements to sit up and put your clothes back on are halted by steven placing his hand on your shoulder, pushing you back down to the bed.

"i want to taste you," his words are uttered under his breath, you're hardly about to hear them but when they finally register in your mind you're taken aback by his forwardness. even in the short time you've known him you came to realize that he's not a confident man. he's timid and shy; he gets easily flustered just making eye contact with an attractive person. "is that... is that okay with you?"

a smile itches to spread on your lips, you think he's absolutely adorable. you bring him in to kiss him, a hand on the back of his neck as your lips brush against his telling him it's more than okay with you.

steven takes his time making his way back down your body. removing your bra and leaving wet kisses on your breasts. his warm mouth on your nipples causes a shiver to run down your spine, curling your fingers in his hair and lightly tugging.

his hands tug down your panties and a trail of slick clings to them before breaking off. the way he's eyeing you like you're the best meal he's ever going to eat has you clenching your thighs together, his figure stopping you from being able to close your legs completely. for the first time that night you were the one a flustered blushing mess.

"steven, please, i need you," your voice comes out high pitched and whiny in your desperation but you don't care. all you can think about, and all you want, is his mouth on you. devouring you. you want him to make you cum.

he quickly utters an apology to you before moving forward. his tongue tentatively licks at and circles your clit.

your satisfied moans don't last long before you're desperately begging him for more. you're gripping at his hair trying to bring him closer, bucking your hips up to grind against his tongue. it's obvious he's never done this before but you don't blame him at all.

"steven," steven jerks at the sudden voice coming from the mirror and rolls his eyes. he tries to ignore marc but he's intent on getting steven to listen. "you need to get in there, stevie. finger her, suck on her clit. you're never gonna make her cum with what you're doing now."

as much as steven wanted to tell him to just fuck off he had to admit it was solid advice because as soon as he wraps his lips around your clit sucking and swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub and he slips two fingers into your weeping hole you let out the most wanton moan he's ever heard. it nearly makes him cum untouched.

his fingers pick up their pace, repeatedly hitting that spongy spot inside your cunt that makes your toes curl and your back arch; it causes white spots to appear in your vision and all you can utter are words of encouragement to steven. telling him, "yes, steven, ooh god. just like that, just like that- i'm gonna cum, baby. please, don't stop."

there's tears running down your cheeks when you cum. a blinding light fills your vision and you tug steven's face impossibly closer to your heat as he continues to pump his fingers into you, working you through your orgasm.

when you finally come down from your high he removes his fingers, marveling at your juices coating his digits and your fucked out expression as you try to catch your breath.

“did i do okay?” he asks from his position still down between your legs.

you make eye contact with him, a smile adorning your face. “yes, you did amazing, my love but we’re not done yet. i want to help you now,” you say as you bring him in by his belt loops and when you kiss him you can taste yourself on his tongue.

i’ve actually had an awful week (5/2/22)

as i edit this two minutes before posting i’m simultaneously suffering from an upset stomach. pray for me. might make a part two where he loses his virginity if this does decently. idk tho

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thot-of-khonshu · 2 years

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hi love! Hope you’re well :) can I request something for Steven, doesn’t have to be smutty but if it is like comfort leading into that you know? Xx

Hi babe! Just staying safe from the storm over here xx hope you’re well also!!!

Content: cuddling, reading together, Steven in his glasses, fingering

The moment you walked into Steven’s flat for the first time is when you knew you were going to fall in love with him.

Books were scattered in every direction, in every corner, on every surface. He saw the way you observed everything, mouth agape and he felt a rush of shame.

“I know it’s not much and it could use some tidying.” He muttered.

You looked into his eyes and planted a warm kiss on his soft lips. “It’s brilliant.”

Since then, your favorite hobby has been to read together. At night, the two of you would sit in his desk chair together. You, nestled into his lap and Steven’s one hand resting on your thigh while the other cradles the spine of his book.

Taking a break from your own book, you look at Steven affectionately. His reading glasses resting on the crook of his nose as he’s slightly muttering to himself about what he’s reading. He looks at you when you start to giggle.

“Oh—sorry, love. You know how I get carried away. I can quiet down.” He rubs at your thigh and you feel a slight rush.

“I took a break.” You nestle into his neck, nibbling at his ear. He moans, raising his hand higher and higher on your thigh.

“Don’t let me distract you.” You say, his face hovering over yours.

“I’ve read this one loads of times.” He whispers before meeting your lips. He grabs the book out of your hands and sets both of your books down, his left hand now buried between your legs and his right, on your neck.

#steven grant #moon knight #steven grant smut #moon knight smut #steven grant x you #steven grant x y/n #steven grant fanfiction #steven grant x reader #steven grant drabble #oscar isaac fanfiction #Oscar Isaac #oscar isaac x y/n

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thepaperpanda · 2 years

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Time For a Break || Steven Grant x fem!Reader drabble

Summary: You've been studying for hours. Steven gives you some smooches to distract you and make you take a break

Warnings: none 🥰

Word count: ~ 600

Authors: Cass & Rouge

While making the tea Steven watched you from the kitchen.

Sitting on the couch with a thick book in your hands, you were completely focused on your work.

He was proud. Of course he was, since you worked hard to become a doctor. Sometimes you were taking it too far, but it was just your little dream. According to him, at least. "Maybe you should take a break," Steven suggested, but no response was forthcoming, since you were too focused. He walked to you with two mugs of tea in his hands, sighing. After placing both mugs on the little coffee table, he kissed your cheek and said, "Hey, Y/L/N. Can you find a few minutes for your beloved man?"

You turned your head to give him a look while massaging your temples.

There was a look of concern on Steven's face.

You reached out your hand and rubbed his shoulder, a reassuring smile on your face. "Don't be concerned, Steven. I have an extremely critical oral exam coming up next week, and I need to be fully prepared if I am to get a high grade." You picked your mug and took a few sips of the hot liquid, smiling to yourself - Steven knew exactly how to make your favorite tea, not too bitter, not too sweet, just right.

"Don't tell me not to be concerned when you didn't hear me just a moment ago and you have been stuck in those books since morning," Steven said and placed one more kiss on your cheek, and then lips. "You need a break."

"Baby, I can't take a break. Once I get distracted, I'll have to skip learning for today."

"Don't be silly, luv. An hour or two won't stop you from learning. It will refresh this pretty head of yours."

A blush appeared in your cheeks as you chuckled softly. "Maybe you're right..."

He nodded, gently patting your shoulder with his hand. "Of course I am right. You should give your head a rest so you can learn even more."

You put the mug back on the table and laid on the couch, placing your head on his lap.

Steven moved a hand through your hair as he hummed, "That's a lot better than reading all the time, innit?"

"Are you proud of me?"

He nodded, "Of course I am proud of you. You do so much, you work hard. But I am also mad at you."

"Mad?" You looked up at him, frowning.

Steven shook his head as he said, "Yes. You overexert yourself. I swear I hear you reciting those books of yours while we are in bed."

"I don't!" You protested loudly.

Just recently, I heard you muffle and mutter something about the brain and how it works. Hearing all about that gray matter or something was a tad creepy and graphic," Steven pretended to shiver. "It was like sleeping with some sort of crazy serial killer."

"Maybe deep down I am one," you teased, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "I love you so much, Steven. Thank you for all of your concern, that's adorable."

"Well, I care about you and your well-being because I love you," Steven smiled and kissed your palm. "And you seriously overwork yourself lately."

I'll consider a longer break if you offer me one of your sweet smooches."

Laughter filled the air as Steven leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on your lips. "I love you."

You gave the kiss back and smiled as he straightened his back again. "I love you too. Thank you for everything."

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