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cowboyabunga · 9 months
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🌙a moon boy on the moon for moon day🌙
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alihberg · 11 months
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I did a quick Khonshu doodle for my sister earlier, it's very rough but I enjoyed making it.
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boneless-loafcat · 2 years
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Marc and Steven:
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luckyheart-67676 · 1 year
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I want steven grant to play with my chest while making out with me
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frenzy-101kraglin · 10 months
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Wet eyes.
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awgraham1969 · 2 years
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Due to my enormous love for Moon Knight and my boys🥰I got my nails done, which are inspired by the boys and Khonshu!
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Thanks Oscar Isaac you gave us a wonderful show& a wonderful character!!!🥰🥰🥰
The pattern&style are designed by myself! This is the pic. Also my sweet manicurist did a amazing job!!!🥺🥺
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Left hand is for Khonshu, we have a tiny moon& a line (I hope it look like Khonshu's staff), some (clearly fake) Egyptian word, and a symbol of Ankh (hope i say it right if don't please tell me!!!)
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Right hand is for my boys: white tie for my soft boi✨Steven. Black& white with a moon is for✨Jake (inspired by comics suit& fanart). Finally bandages for✨Marc's suit in TV show (I made it black bcs the color balance tho…sorry)
Sorry for my bad English I just got soooo excited!!!🌙🌙🌙
(PS: Pls don't repost my pics anywhere!!! I don't own the characters but this is my design. If you are interested in it, just ask me before you use it and pls don't use it for commercial purpose. Thank you for understanding!!✨✨)
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ineffible-chaos · 2 years
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you know, funnily enough, i came to the tumblr gods for those sweet, sweet Steven Grant fics and instead, i’ve found myself focusing intensely on Jake Lockley 😌
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ditzydevotee · 2 years
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‼️‼️‼️‼️Moonknight spoilers ‼️‼️‼️‼️
It should have been absurd to her,m. Off putting at the very least. This situation was the stuff of fever dreams, a cacophony of glances across the room and urgent whispers. It didn’t make sense, even if you squinted tightly and tilted your head. But then it did.
It didn’t make sense that one body could hold another soul, carry them both so effortlessly. But when Marc reached for her hand as Steven’s voice called out her name, everything made perfect sense.
It didn’t matter if to the outside world this seemed like drunken mistake or new age heresy, because as Marc held her tightly and Steven peeked through with his cute little snores, she knew she could never be without either one of them again.
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possum-bility · 2 years
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Soooo it says in my bio that I would post my art but I just haven’t?? I’m trying to develop a style and comic style has really intrigued me so this is kind of comic-ish. Anyways, enjoy!
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cowboyabunga · 9 months
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one day i'll let moon knight have expressions beyond his eyes. one day
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fettuccin-e · 6 months
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Like It Like That
Kinktober Day 16: Role-Reversal
Tags: Steven Grant x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv (pls oh pls wrap it irl i'm begging you), rough sex, fingering (r!recieving), slight degradation, dom!steven my love my life (w/c: 897)
A/N: Another part of the rapid-fire Kinktober catch-up! This one is a tad short but guys we're so close to being fully caught up I can practically taste it oh my gosh!! And I needed more husband Steven, especially because I feel like I fluctuate between dom and subby Steven in all of my fics, so he's perfect for role-reversal! (I've been using these prompts from flightlessangelwings for the month!)
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He’s usually so good for you. Perfectly happy to whine beneath you as you do whatever you want to him. And he’s always so responsive, giving into your every whim without question, desperate for your touch.
Marc put the idea in his head, just like he always seems to. Steven supposes that he brought it on himself, asking Marc if he really liked being in charge as much as he seems to. He did.
“'Course I do, and she fucking loves it,” Marc had said, eyes going dark. “She gets so damn desperate for it. It’s like she’s in goddamn heat.”
Steven had watched you both that night, watched on through your bedroom mirror as Marc tore you apart, fucking into you harder than Steven has ever dared to. And you had cried with the force of it, dripping down Marc’s cock as he fucked you hard enough for tears to spring to your eyes.
Steven couldn’t get the image out of his head, needing to see you like that again, needing to be the reason for it.
He asks you one night, over dinner of all things, like he’s discussing the fucking weather, “Can I have control for a night?”
“What?” you ask, setting your fork down and scooching closer to him on the couch. “Like, in the bedroom?”
Steven’s face flushes bright red. He won’t make eye contact with you. “Yeah,” he breathes, “Want to see how it feels, if that’s alright with you.”
You smile at him, ducking to his lips to meet him in a gentle kiss. “Of course, Steven,” you murmur. “Of course you can take control, see if you like it.” And in the back of your head, you can’t help but wonder how Steven, the sweetest, most docile man you’ve ever known, could possibly be dominant.
A few nights later, you find out. You find out, spread underneath him, just how far he can take it.
 “Fuck, please Steven, need it so bad, please,” you whine, unable to help yourself as Steven’s fingers spread you apart, jamming into your pussy so hard your head spins. 
“God, that’s so beautiful, love,” he murmurs, “keep begging for me.” And you realize that you’ve never been the one begging for him before. It’s always him, writhing and pleading beneath you. The change, his dark eyes roving down your body as he plays with you like a fucking toy, is enough to give you whiplash, sending you into a tailspin.
“Please, Steven,” you gasp as his fingers jackhammer into your g-spot, sending your back arching as you bear down on his fingers. “Please fuck me, need it- need it so bad, baby.”
Steven grins, the same cocky, self-satisfied grin Marc always gives you when he’s got you like this. It’s fucking maddening.
“Marc was right,” he murmurs, “you’re fucking gorgeous when you get desperate like this.” You flush with heat at the compliment, throwing your arm over your eyes to escape from Steven’s unrelenting gaze.
Before you can even breathe, Steven grips your wrist, pinning your arm above your head. “Look at me when I fuck you,” he snarls, deep and dark and so unlike your Steven that it makes your entire body lock up, feeling like you’ve been struck by lightning. You’re lightheaded as you feel the blunt head of his cock push at your gaping entrance.
He doesn’t break eye contact, holding your arm above your head as he pushes inside without remorse, not giving you a second to recover before he’s pulling out, and slamming into you again.
You’re so used to the way Steven whines beneath you, his hips bucking uncontrollably.
Now, you’re the one gasping for air as he growls above you, fucking into you at a pace that is utterly obscene, practically ripping you apart, straight down the middle, with his violent thrusts.
“Steven, fuck, oh my god, Steven,” you slur between his harsh movements into your aching body. You can hear the sound of your pussy around his cock, the wet slapslapslap of your bodies meeting over and over again.
“God, you’re so wet for me, love,” he rasps. He pulls his hand away from your wrist to grasp your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you onto his cock. “You love this, don’t you? Being used?”
You choke on your moans with his words, gasping for air.
“Fuck! Yes, I love it, love when you fuck me like this, oh shit- Steven!” Tears spring to your eyes, leaking down your cheeks. The headboard slams against the wall, threatening to dent it, but you couldn’t care less. Not when it feels like you could pass out from the pleasure of it all, Steven’s cock jamming into your g-spot with every single thrust.
“You look fucking perfect like this, darling,” Steven growls, “getting fucked like a slut.”
And you’re fucking gone, trembling and gasping soundlessly as you squeeze Steven’s cock with your orgasm, your nails digging into his shoulders. He thrusts in once, twice before he’s following, leaning into you to lick into your mouth, his hips moving in aborted little thrusts as he floods your pussy with his cum.
As you both settle, Steven lets himself rest on top of you, his weight comforting and warm.
“Did you like it, Steven?” You whisper, running your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.
“Mhm,” he hums tiredly into the crook of your neck. You chuckle.
“Good, because I fucking loved it.”
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soft-girl-musings · 3 months
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"are you in love with my wife" marc be so fucking fr right now who isn't
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frenzy-101kraglin · 2 years
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Been reading a few comics of Moon Knight on my free time so I really decided to draw him again 🌙
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cosmicblogs · 5 months
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miguel-owhora · 7 days
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i lied. anyways, have this small steven drabble :3
"Slow- ah! - down!" Despite Steven's attempts at getting you to slow down, you did anything but. Your claws gripped his knees to his chest, his pretty plump pussy on full display, and fuck, what a view it was. It stretched nicely around your cock, the sweet wet squelch sound bouncing off around his room as you all but fucked into him.
Not that he was complaining, of course not your little Steven. You knew he was a little slut, you knew it when you first met him, could feel his pheromones teasing you, fucking slut. The thought alone has you growling, sharp teeth clenched and drooling down your dark lip as you quickened the pace—somehow.
It ripped a loud squeal from Steven, who thrashed and cried out as he squirted, and your hold on him tightened as you pressed him deeper against the bed and deepened your thrusts. Your cock pounded into his sloppy cunt, ou could feel his gummy walls clenching around your cock, silently begging for your knot. Steven babbled underneath your larger form, his curly hair sticking to his scalp as he cried, so flushed and sweaty; you leaned down to lick at his tears. It was salty.
He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but all that came out was a sharp moan when you sharply jabbed your cock against his sweet spot. He looked exhausted—maybe getting fucked by a werewolf was what he needed to have a good night's rest.
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