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moonlight-presence · 2 years

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Could I request some Dom! Mr Knight? 👉🏻👈🏻🥹 I just got a kink for some Steven in his Mr Knight costume

One condition

(Steven Grant X Reader)

Category: F/M

Fandom: Moon Knight (2022)

Relationship: Steven Grant X Reader

Words: 2 356

Summary: You ask Steven if he can be a little more dominant in the bedroom... He agrees on one condition.

Warnings: Dom Mr.Knight, Dom Steven Grant, Suit kink, Choking, Missionary, A bit of teasing, Dirty talk, Basically Steven trying really hard to be dominant, Jake and Marc and mentioned

Translation for the Spanish word: de nada: you are welcome

MATURE CONTENT 18 +

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You felt Steven put his hand on your lower back, his soft fingers digging gently on your skin. You moaned into the kiss and grabbed the back of his head, your fingers tangling with his curls.

You were sitting on his lap, your breasts covered by a bra and just a pair of panties hiding your intimate parts. Steven was wearing nothing but his boxers, his cock struggling to be held within the fabric.

You had been kissing for about half an hour now, you weren't so sure of the time, actually. You were getting desperate and you knew his cock was probably leaking below you but you wanted to savor this moment.

You just loved to kiss Steven, he was always so gentle and sweet... Always so nice. Maybe too nice sometimes.

You loved him and you didn't want to complain about anything but... You sometimes dreamt of him just dominating you until you were screaming his name.

You massaged his curls and gently rubbed your clothed core against his erection making Steven break the sloppy kiss.

"Bloody hell, darling... You trynna kill me?", he asked with a gentle smile. You bit your lip and pressed your forehead against his, your lips flushed from the kiss.

"Steven...", you whispered and he gives you another peck and rubs your back.

"Yes?", he asks making your heart quicken. You are so afraid of asking him what you want but you gain some courage.

"Baby, I wanna ask you something.", you pull away a bit and look at his face, your hands resting behind his head.

"You alright, love?", he asks while looking at you with worry. You nod immediately and then feel your cheeks heating up.

"Hum...Okay, so I was thinking that... I am not sure if you are gonna like this or not but... Fuck, listen."

"Darling, you are scaring me. What is it?", he asks again, urgency in his voice. You sigh and close your eyes before telling him.

"I want you to be dominant... Hum, while we do it."

You don't dare open your eyes as you wait for Steven to say something. You are sure you fucked everything up... Steven is not the dominant type, he has never been, that's more of Marc's territory, or Jake's.

Your relationship with Steven was him being submissive and you being the dominant one. You didn't mind this at all, you also loved to see him whimper and beg for you... You loved it a lot actually.

This had been a stupid idea. A real fucking-

"Open your eyes, darling.", he finally says making you look at him. He has a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.

"Hum... I have never hum... Dominated anyone before.", he says with a blush. You can't help but smile a bit at his awkwardness.

"I know, darling, this was a stupid idea... Forget I said something."

"Hey, no, none of that nonsense, darling.", he cups your face and gives you another kiss, "It wasn't a stupid idea... I..Hum... I think I wanna do it."

"You do?!", you ask with surprise and happiness. Steven nods and looks away from you, his hands trembling a bit. What is he gonna say?

"But I want to...I want to wear my suit while we do it.", he finally spits it out making you widen your eyes.

Your lips curl into a gigantic smirk and you bring his body closer to yours, your hips shifting on top of him.

"Now we talking...Come here.", you whisper seductively before kissing him harshly.

Steven moans into your mouth and grabs the back of your thighs. You feel your body being lifted with his and soon he is carrying you to the bed.

He gently places you on the mattress and you look at him with hungry eyes.

"Hum... I have never done this before so apologies if I am rubbish at it.", he justifies with an awkward smile making you laugh.

"Relax, Steven, I am here for you, okay? Now suit up and show me what you got, Mr.Knight.", the name just slips into your mind and you decide to say it.

"Mr.Knight, uh? I like it, it has a nice ring to it...", he says before smirking and removing his boxers from his body.

You look at his flushed member and then you see his eyes turning white, your body shivering with anticipation as his white suit starts forming around his body.

"Fuck... You look so good.", you say and then take off your bra. You watch as Steven grabs his jacket and takes it off of his body.

He rolls up his sleeves and puts his hands in his pockets, the whole image making your clitoris throb. You never realized how fucking hot he looked in that suit... So perfect.

"Like what you see?", Steven asks with an attempt at being sensual. You look him up and down and nod rapidly.

"Fuck yes... I want you to fuck me, Mr. Knight. Fuck me like you mean it.", you beg with a cocky voice making Steven curse under his mask.

"Oh, I plan to...", he is getting better at this whole dirty talk thing and you begin to suspect that Marc or Jake are helping him out.

Steven grabs your thighs and spreads them open making your wetness rub against your panties. You watch as his gloved fingers trace down your body and grab the hem of your underwear.

Instead of taking them off gently, Steven rips the material open making you gasp. You look at him and moan, your body shivering from the sudden exposure.

"So bloody wet for me...", Steven murmurs before tracing your belly and going up to your breasts.

He fondles them for a bit and you arch your back, your heart quickening as your entrance leaks some more. You want him really desperately, his touch is enough to drive you wild.

Steven goes up to your neck and then presses one finger to your mouth. You arch an eyebrow in confusion and he looks at you.

"Be a good girl and take off my glove, will ya?", his accent is thick now as his voice gets deeper. You nod and put your teeth on the edge of his fingers, just enough to bite the glove.

You never break eye contact as you pull the glove, the white material coming off with no effort. You know this is driving Steven wild by the way his other hand digs into your waist.

You spit out the glove to your side and then wipe the saliva from your lips. You smirk at him and Steven simply travels his naked fingers down your torso until he reaches your clitoris.

"I am going to fuck you so good tonight... You have ever been fucked by a man in a suit?", he asks with small rubs that are driving you insane.

"Can't say that I have... Shit..."

"Well, tonight is your lucky day.", he says with a newfound cockiness. You are starting to enjoy this version of Steven.

He continues rubbing your clit, his pace is now more rapid. You arch your back from the bed and, without realizing it, grab his wrist as he pleasures you.

Steven just chuckles at the action and rubs your clit with more speed, his thumb getting wetter with your arousal.

"Does this feel good, darling?", he asks with a softer voice.

"Hum hum...Real good.", you whisper under your breath as you look at his glowing eyes again.

You can't help but glance at the veins that run down his exposed arm. Something about the suit and those fucking hands of his makes you whimper. You actually can't believe you are dating Steven...

Steven quickens his pace, your eyes fluttering a bit shut as you feel your orgasm approaching you. You can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, probably staining the sheets, but you are too far gone to give a fuck.

"Fuck... I am close...", you warn and Steven gives you one last rub before pulling away his finger.

You groan a bit but immediately focus on how he kneels in front of you, his hands going to his belt as he lowers his pants down his legs.

Once again, you are met with his throbbing erection. Steven wraps his hand around it while his other hand massages your inner thighs.

"How much do you want me?"

"So fucking much... Give it to me. Please, sir.", the nickname seems to make him tense up and you smirk a bit. Steven is full of little secrets after all.

"You look so gorgeous when you beg... Bloody hell...", he curses before lowering himself on you.

You feel the head of his cock lining your entrance and you try your best to stay still. You really want him to fuck you already but you still want to give him the power. After all, you asked for this.

"Sir, please fuck me. Please, I want your cock.", you beg like you do when Marc or Jake teases you.

"Never knew you had such a foul mouth, darling...", Steven says with a cocky attitude. You blush slightly and then moan as he slowly pushes the tip of his dick inside of you.

The sweet feeling of being stretched by him is unmatched. You feel like you are on cloud 9, your whole body burning up as his entire shaft enters you. Steven curses and you look at his masked face, your hands going to his white vest for some form of support.

"So tight... Fuck...", Steven whispers with a groan. You hum in agreement and then feel his balls hit your ass as he begins thrusting.

You grab onto his vest with more force as Steven fucks you at a harsh pace. You did not know he had it in him... But apparently, he does.

"You like this? Tell me how much you like to be fucked by me.", Steven says between thrusts.

"Fuck, feels so good, sir. Give it to me... Oh my God...", you moan as he hits your g-spot.

Steven chuckles at your reaction and aims for that place again, his glowing eyes making it seem like you were fucking a God. Fuck, he does look good in this suit.

You wrap your legs around his waist and try to match his pace but he simply helds your waist down and fucks you into the bed.

You can't do anything but hold onto him and feel his cock abusing your insides. Your mouth is leaving soft whimpers and moans, your breasts filling with sweat and your heart quickening inside of your chest. It's madness.

"Fuck, fuck... Choke me.", you ask and Steven doesn't say anything before moving one hand to your throat.

He begins applying some pressure, in the correct way you realize, and your head feels like it's gonna explode. You breathe harshly through your nose as he fucks you like you are simply a sex doll.

It's heaven on earth.

"You like that? You fucking like being used like this?", he says with hunger. You whimper and nod as he presses harder your neck.

You can feel your orgasm nearly approaching you, your clitoris is throbbing violently with the warning of it.

Steven is close too, you know this because his thrusts are getting quicker.

"I am gonna cum... F-fuck...", you say with a soft whisper as oxygen slips away from you. Steven notices you are struggling and loosens up the grip, despite everything, he still doesn't wanna hurt you.

"You gonna cum? Yeah?", he insists making you go mad. You nod and he lowers his mouth towards your ear, his masked face brushing against yours, "Cum for me."

The whisper is enough to make your body begin to unravel. You arch your back as high as you can as Steven rides away your orgasm.

"Fuck me harder... S-sir, please. Fuck me, fuck me.", you repeat through your high. Steven does comply and soon enough he is orgasming inside of you as well.

He moans your name and then almost falls on top of you. You feel him take a few breaths and then pull himself off of you.

You open your eyes and stare the ceiling, your mind too drunk to focus on anything else. You can still feel your clitoris throbbing occasionally. Your body smells of sweat and sex.

You hear Steven's suit slowly starting to disappear and soon he is also naked next to you. You look at his sweet face and notice that he is blushing a bit, his curls covered in sweat above his forehead.

"W-was that good?", his shyness is back and you giggle slighly. You move towards him and nod before rolling onto your belly.

You bring your fingers to his forehead and start brushing away his hair. He melts into your hold and then glances at your neck.

"Shit, are those bruises?", he asks with a worried voice. You smile at him and shake your head.

"Darling, it's normal don't worry... You didn't do anything I didn't want you to. I am fine.", you say calming him down. He nods with uncertainty and then pulls you in.

"Jake kept telling me what to say to you...He wouldn't shut up actually.", Steven confesses making you laugh.

"Oh my God... Well, it worked so thanks, Jake.", you say with humour.

"He says "de nada"... Do you know Spanish because I have no idea what that means.", you shake your head with a big smile on your lips and then kiss his chest.

"Sometimes you can be so fucking funny, Steven... Get some rest, darling, you need it. You did so good tonight.", you praise him and Steven grins before shutting his eyes.

You continue massaging his chest as his breathing becomes less intense. Soon enough he is fast asleep and you follow him shortly after.

You hope that Mr.Knight will make another appearance in the future...

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thisisarcanereverie · 2 years

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Post mission rooftop sex with Mr knight 🙏🙏

(WARNING: MINORS DNI 18 +) (Steven is kinda a mean dom in this one, brat taming)

What Post Mission Rooftop Sex with Mr. Knight Would be Like:

It was a simple mistake.

It could’ve happened to anyone.

Steven was fronting that night and god knows you couldn’t pay attention to much when he had that suit on.

You tried not to stare at the curve of his ass, goddamn did he have a fine ass though, as he was beating the absolute fuck out of some poor bloke that decided to rob some jewlery store that night.

You were staring at him too long and didn’t notice the bloke's friend had gotten back up and had you pinned to the wall, cold metal pressed against your throat.

As soon as Steven heard the grunt of pain coming from you he stopped his brutal attacks on the one guy and looked and saw you pinned against the wall with a knife to your throat.

Steven didn’t even think, only seeing red as he ripped the man away from you and beat him within an inch of his life. He was crazed and the only thing in this world able to stop him was you. You pulled him back when the man was unconscious, potentially with a severe concussion.

You pulled him back only for him to sweep you off your feet and carry you from rooftop to rooftop until he finally stopped on the roof of your apartment building. Completely desolate at this time of night.

“I could’ve handled him” You said as you tried to get your feet back on the ground. The tone and lip you gave Steven flew most nights, in fact he loved your sass, but now as he noticed a small scratch where the knife was. He was in no mood.

The next thing you knew was the rough brick of a wall digging into your back as Steven’s gloved hands and glowing eyes pinned you there. He leaned in close, hot breath tickling your ear as Steven’s mask was pulled up only to reveal the lower part of his face.

“I don’t doubt that you could’ve,” He said as he bit lightly on the lobe of your ear, “but the only man allowed to pin you to a wall is me, my love.”

He gathered your hands in one of his gloved ones as his other trailed along your body, groping at the fleshy bits of your hips, groping entire handfuls of your right breast, kneading it as his left kisses and nips at your skin lowering to where the cut was. Your hips bucked as his tongue darted out to lick the droplet of blood that was there, pain mixed with pleasure.

You let out a soft moan as you halfheartedly fought against his restraint on your hands. You hooked one leg over his hip, feeling a brush of the prominent bulge against your clothed core, another moan escaped you as Steven stiffened before placing your other leg over his hip and pinned your lower half against the wall with his.

“Now, now,” Steven tutted, “patience is a virtue.”

“Good thing I’m not virtuous,” you replied as you ground your hips against him, “so either fuck me or fuck off.”

You couldn’t see his expression under the mask, only the lower half of his face was exposed, but from the way his hands tightened around your hips and ground harshly against you, his action provided some much wanted friction between you.

“I wouldn’t talk like that if I were you my love,” Steven warned as he bit the underside of your jaw, “not if you want to cum tonight.” his hands were dancing the inside seam of your leggings, your breath hitching as his fingers brushed against where you needed him the most.

You gasp as you hear the tearing of fabric and the cool night air causing goosebumps to rise on the inside of your thighs.

You shudder as you feel his hand brush over your completely soaked panties.

“You’re completely soaked,” he whispers hotly against your throat, “you’ve been soaked since I was beating the shit out of that poor bloke haven’t you.”

“No,” You lied, your voice breathless and your heart palpating as you tried to grind against his hands. Only for him to still your movements.

“Good girls don’t lie, my love,” he said, “are you going to be a good girl for me?” His fingers were tracing the outline of your slit, you were about to come back with a smart ass comment, but then he pushed your panties to the side and you jerked as his glove covered thumb began rubbing circles against your clit. The material of his glove against your sensitive bud was quickly driving you insane. The pressure and pace was enough to keep you wanting, but not enough to get you further than that. You groaned in frustration as he stopped.

“I asked,” His voice tinged with frustration that matched your own, “are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes,” You finally whimper, unable to take being teased like this for long.

You let out a choked moan as you feel him filling you up, unable to wonder when he had undone his pants, when you feel the material of his glove on your throat.

You moan loudly with each thrust of his hips and as his fingers wrap themselves around your throat, squeezing enough to keep you aware but not enough to harm you.

“So fucking tight,” Steven grunted his pace unfaltering, “No matter how many times I fuck this pussy you’re always so fucking tight for me aren’t you.”

You nodded before letting out another moan as his pace quickens and the knot in the pit of your stomach forms.

“Look at you being a good girl,” Steven says, “you’re such a big talker until I get my cock in you aren’t you.” You cry out as he ruthlessly pounded into you feeling each drag of his cock in and out, “doesn’t matter where as long as it’s in you.”

“In your smart ass mouth, shutting you the fuck up.” He thrusted harshly, “In your pretty pussy, filling you up until you can’t think of anything else,” He thrusted harshly again. Your hands fighting to touch some part of him, any part of him.

Each furious thrust of his hips, impaling you, threatened to send you over the edge. The knot in your stomach was unbearably tight.

“You’re close aren’t you,” Steven taunted, “do you want to cum my love.”

You nodded, your mind unable to think of anything other than this man in front of you, with or without the glowing eyes.

“Then fucking ask me like a good girl hmm.”

“Please,” you practically begged, “I need to cum please let me cum.”

You squealed as he pinched your nipple through your shirt

“Please what?”

“Please Sir, please let me be your good girl and cum for you.”

“Then cum”

All at once the knot in your stomach burst and your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Every nerve on your body was on fire as your tired muscles fell limp. With a few more erratic pumps you felt Steven ejaculate within you. Mixing your release together.

After a brief cooldown, Steven let go of your wrist, massaging and kissing them gently as an apology. It wasn’t until the cool london night breeze tickled the inside of your thigh did you lightly smack Steven’s arm.

Steven was confused before he noticed the state of your leggings, and he just couldn’t retain the laughter that bubbled in him.

“Steven,” you tried to act stern but failed miserably to keep the amusement out of your voice, “you owe me a new pair of leggings.”

“That’s fine by me,” Steven said as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around your middle, trying to cover up the massive hole he had created in them.

That night Steven made up for the ruined leggings, multiple times.

And that was not the last time Steven and you had sex on that rooftop in his Mr. Knight suit.

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scarletsugars · 2 years

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gift shop guy

steven grant x afab reader

synopsis: you go out with the guy from the museums gift shop

warning: 18+, p in v, fingering, bit of daddy kink, bit of name calling: slut, pet names, shy!reader, a bit dom/sub vibes, choking; i think that is it.

word count: 3.7 k

a/n: I never would've thought that this man would have such a chokehold on me. Also please excuse my punctuation it is and always will be my biggest enemy.

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You stand there at the exit and help your friend's children get off the bus.

"Sweeties, are you excited about our museum visit?"

Diane who was telling you all about her favorite dinosaur during the ride to the museum screams a happy "yes" and her brother gave you a nod, smiling happily as well.

"Well, I guess we should get in there then, shouldn't we?"

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After analysing every dinosaur skeleton with Diane you guys reach the area that shows all kinds of artefacts from ancient Egypt and find yourself in front of a so-called “sandstone hierakosphinx”. You begin to read the description to Diane and her brother when suddenly someone appears next to you.

"This sphinx was found in the temple of Ramses II and symbolizes royal power. Its head is that of a hawk and the body is that of a lion as you probably have noticed already, hawk-headed sphinxes are also called gryphon. Do you guys know a bit about ancient Egypt and Egyptian mythology?"

You look to your right, tilting your head a little confused, slowly answering.

"yes, we do a little bit."

The man continues his little speech.

"Then the head of this sphinx may remind you of the god Horus, son of Isis, who is most often depicted with a falcon head and a human body or as a falcon wearing a double crown. The Egyptian pharaohs were associated with him because, as you may know, they were considered the earthly embodiment of the god. Horus-"

As he begins another sentence a woman walks towards you two.

"Steven, the gift shop doesn‘t sell the products by itself. Go. Leave the poor woman and her kids alone."

Steven lets out an exasperated sigh and apologizes to you, he gives the kids a little smile. He is quite handsome you have to admit, he is tall, has broad shoulders, dark hair and brown eyes which sparkled a little as he talked to you guys just now. You watch him walk behind the counter where a few children have lined up.

"Auntie, can I get a plush animal?"

Peter asks running over to plush animals and already inspecting the Taweret plush.

"Me too, Auntie please!"

You laugh at the two.

"But only choose one, Sweeties, else your mother is going to kill me."

After both have chosen you walk over to Steven’s counter together and wait in the queue.

"It‘s cute isn‘t it, Auntie?"

Peter asks, petting the plush hippo's head. You nod smiling.

"Can you guess its name, Auntie? No, wait. I'm going to tell you. His name is Frank."

"Actually, her Name is Taweret."

You look from the plush hippo in Peter's hands up into the dark eyes of Steven.

"Oh, she is the goddess who protects our pregnant mommy! Right, Auntie? You told us about her!"

Diane exclaims excitedly.

"Someone knows their goddesses. Your Auntie taught you well."

You chuckle and put the plush animals on the counter for him to scan.

"You seem to know quite a lot about ancient Egypt, have you been working here for a long time?"

You ask curiously, putting your card on the reader.

"Oh right sorry about earlier, I tend to forget that most people aren’t as interested in all this as me, most people just want to enjoy the exhibit in peace."

Steven said, chuckling uncomfortably as he scratches his neck. Looks like he misunderstood your honest curiosity quite well.

"No that’s no-"

You catch yourself stuttering. After taking a deep breath you start the sentence again

"What I meant to say was that I honestly found it interesting. You don’t have to apologize."

You offer him another kind smile, still trying to regain your composure. How was that guy making you so nervous?

The kids take the plushies and are looking at you expectingly.

"I wish I would have had an Auntie as nice as you when I was younger. I wish you guys a nice day, have fun with plush Taweret and Horus!"

Steven chuckles slightly and smiles at the kids. He is really cute and even though it is maybe not the most appropriate thing to do while taking care of your friend’s children, you gather your courage, take out one of your business cards and hand it to him.

"Maybe you'd like to tell me a bit more about ancient Egypt some time on a different occasion, maybe with a coffee or glass of wine."

You smile and receive a dumbfounded look in return. You laugh and the kids wave him goodbye.

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You wake up to your phone ringing way too loudly and way too early in the morning.

"Hello?"

You answer with a hoarse voice. Steven is, like so many nights before, trying to stay awake and even though he intended to wait to call you so that he wouldn't seem too desperate, here he is now. After all, he is kind of desperate to talk to you. After such a long time a woman and especially a woman this beautiful is interested in him.

"Oi sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to wake you I- 4 am?! I didn't look at the time, I'm terribly sorry I'll just-"

"Steven? Is that you? It's okay, is everything good?"

You wonder a little as to why he would call at such a weird hour but you aren't complaining, you were really looking forward to getting a call from him, even though it is this early in the morning.

"Yeah, I just- I'm terribly sorry uhm."

Steven laughs uncomfortably.

"Would you like to go to a restaurant and maybe for a drink this weekend? O-or next? Whatever fits your schedule best."

You tell him that this Friday sounds good and that you're looking forward to it. You smile to yourself falling right back asleep.

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Friday evening came and it was a warm one so you wore your favorite sundress. As you cross the street you can already see Steven sitting outside of the restaurant with red roses and a pink heart-shaped box laying on the table. As soon as he sees you he smiles brightly and stands up from his seat, greeting you.

"Hi Steven, have you been waiting for long?"

"Not at all! Oh, right I have something for you! Almost forgot."

Steven takes the roses and the heart-shaped box of chocolate from the table to give it to you. You thank him and with a small giggle sit down at the table.

You both talk a lot about your lives. The evening is nice and refreshing, you haven't had such a nice date in years. Steven is such a sweet man and you actually feel safe in his presence, so you didn't think twice about his offer to go up to his apartment for drinks and to give you some of his books about Egyptian mythology.

His apartment is a bit messy but it looks interesting, especially the big fish tank in which just one goldfish swims. You walk directly towards it.

"It’s so cute! What's its name, Steven? Has it only one fin?"

"Oh, yeah that is my one finned friend Gus. He's a pretty sweet guy once you get to know him, even though he looks like a tough little lad at first."

You both laugh. While Steven searches for the books he wants to give you, you look around his apartment some more.

"You have such a nice apartment! It's so big and- you even have a record player!"

Steven turns and walks over to you putting the books he found next to the record player.

"I do. Would you like to listen to some music?"

You nod in response and he looks through his little vinyl collection.

"Here it is!"

You look at it with amusement.

"Engelbert Humperdinck? A Man Without Love?"

You laughed out loud. He lays his hand on his heart trying to act serious.

"Well, in my defense... it's a good album!”

Steven laughs now too and slowly turns the music up.

"Would you like to dance with me for a bit?"

He asks holding his left hand out for you, grinning. You look down, biting your cheek nervously. You put your right hand in his and lay the other on his shoulder as he lays his right hand on your back. You dance slowly through the room, holding each other. You enjoy the music and the closeness. He is so charming and as you look up into his eyes you see how much they are sparkling in the dim light, it makes you just oh so nervous.

After a while, you gather up your courage and take your hand out of his, to lay your arms around his neck. His left hand now joins his other and both slowly wander down to your hips, holding them softly. You bite your bottom lip subconsciously, feeling your face heat up as you see the sides of his lips rise slowly into a shy smile. You want to kiss him. You want to kiss him so so bad.

"Y/N, is it okay if I- if I kiss you?"

And that does it for you. You put your lips on his, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling. The kiss was soft and sweet. Steven is caressing your hips and stops the kiss to let you breathe as soon as he notices that you are out of air. You look into each other's eyes for some time until the song changes and Steven softly shakes his head to bring himself back to the present.

"Uhm come on, let me show you the books"

He takes your hand softly and leads you to the table. The two of you take a seat next to eachother.

"So this book gives a general overview of Egypt's history and their culture, this book goes into detail about Egyptian mythology, and last but not least, this book shows the parallels between the Egyptian deities and deities from other pantheons"

"Thank you, Steven. I've learned quite a bit tonight and thank you for the books and well actually the whole evening. I had a lot of fun."

You stack them on top of each other and shoot him a happy smile.

"I'm glad I finally met someone who shares my interest, as well as someone whose ear I can chew off with it."

He laughs, laying his hand on your thigh, caressing it softly.

You notice now just how close the two of you are again and feel your heart beat quicken, so much that you think that the man can hear it.

All of a sudden you feel his fingers on your chin, lifting your head. You look up through your lashes trying your best to regain at least a bit of composure, but you fail to do so as you see the look on his face.

His pupils have dilated, it looks like he has pitch black eyes. It feels like you are being bitten by thousands of ants as the tension between the two of you rises. You let out a shaky breath and then Steven finally makes a move.

The moment his soft lips are back on yours you stop holding yourself back. You slide onto his lap, put your arms around the man's neck, and deepen the kiss. Steven's hands slip down from your waist to your ass, carefully caressing it.

You are enjoying his touches and kisses when he squeezes a gasp out of you. He takes his chance to explore your mouth with his tongue. You let out a quiet moan, suddenly breaking the kiss by putting your hands over your mouth embarrassed at the sound you made seconds earlier. It's been such a long time since you've done something like this. Steven just looks at you with a smug grin

"It's fine, let me hear those sounds. Please. You sound really lovely."

He takes your hands slowly off your mouth.

"If you want to stop you can tell me any time, okay Y/N? Do you want to stop?"

You are a little overwhelmed at how kind he is, but get yourself to shake your head. You don't want to stop, it feels too good. He feels too good.

"S-sorry, just a bit nervous, I haven't done it in a bit, you know."

Steven looks a bit concerned now.

"You don't have to apologize, Sweetheart. If you want to stop or-or maybe continue a different day it is totally fine"

You violently shake your head.

"No. No, please I want to continue, I’m just nervous. Please... I want to continue"

You look at him with big eyes and his energy shifted back to what it was just a minute ago.

"As you wish, Sweetheart"

His lips were back on yours and your arms were back around his neck.

Steven guides you to his bed and takes off his shirt and pants, his defined body has you in awe. You don't notice your staring until Steven lets out a low chuckle.

"You like what you're seeing, hm? Come on Darling, take your cute little dress off."

You do as he says as fast as possible, leaving your underwear on and reconnecting your lips with his.

He helps you onto the bed and crawls on top of you, not stopping the heated and a bit clumsy kiss.

As one of his hands slowly travels from next to your head down to your breasts you feel his tongue entering your mouth again. You let out a whimper.

He takes off your bra and takes one of your nipples between his teeth, playinh with it, flicking it with his tongue and massaging the other breast with his hand.

You squirm a little and felt more and more soft whimpers leaving your mouth. These however slowly turned into moans as Steven kisses down to your core.

As he begins to leaves kisses on the inside of your thighs, all you want for him to do is finally touch you where you need him most.

"Steven... please..."

He grins.

"Darling, I can already see you leaking through your panties. I didn't think you would be such a naughty little girl..."

You let out a louder moan this time, feeling the wetness between your legs grow even more at his words.

Steven carefully took off your panties and throws them somewhere to the side. He looks at your glistening pussy, feeling his mouth begin to water.

He just stares at your core. He does nothing but stare... you can feel the slick wandering down your thighs, feeling so very exposed.

You notice that he seems so different from when you met him and when you were at the restaurant to now.

"Please, Steven."

You plead. You don't know for what exactly but you would be happy with anything he would give you right now. You just need him to do something.

And he does. Steven slides his fingers between your folds, gathering your slick with his finger, and inserts one, slowly moving it in and out.

After adding the second one you let out a long moan.

"Ooooooh gods, S-Steven please, I need you..."

You look at him with big eyes.

"What do you want me to do, Love? Tell me."

"Please. P-please don't tease me... just... just... I need you inside"

He lets out a groan.

"Gods, you're making me go bonkers."

Steven stands up and peels off the last piece of his clothing. His dick is so hard that it smacks against his lower abdomen.

You gulp. He is bigger than you expected, a lot bigger.

After putting on a condom he notices your concerned face and caresses your cheek.

"Don't worry, I'll be very careful, my Darling"

And he is. He is so very careful, reassuring you that everything is going to be fine every time your expression changes even if just a little.

"Good girl. You're such a good girl, taking me so well."

He is still caressing your cheek and kissing you sweetly as he bottoms out.

"You're doing so well, my Darling"

He says as you close your eyes to relax.

After you adjusted to his size you open your eyes back up and ask him to move.

He does, but keeps his slow and careful pace, still trying his best to not hurt you. He is handling you like a fragile little thing, as if you would break if he moves any faster.

In response you slowly begin to move your hips under him, needing to feel more. His cock is stretching you so well, you just can't hold back.

"Please, Stevie. Please. Please faster."

Your wish is his command. He begins to quicken his pace bit by bit, increasing the volume of your moans with it.

If you could think straight you would worry about his neighbors hearing you but your head is all fogged up right now. All you can think about is Steven, the way he ruts into you relentlessly, the way his thick cock fills you up perfectly, just Steven.

Even though his pace has increased you still need more. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms grab onto his shoulders. You're gripping so hard that you are probably going to leave scratch marks there.

"You're taking me so so well, my good girl. Whose good girl are you, hm? You're my good girl, right?"

You can’t concentrate, the only thing you are able to focus on is the pleasure you feel and the grunts that are leaving Steven's mouth.

His pace suddenly decreases and you start to whine at the missing friction.

"Please... Please..."

Is the only thing you are able to say, needing him to move again so badly.

"Tell me, sweethear, whose good girl are you, hm? Are you this cock drunk already that you can’t answer me anymore?"

You try your best to register his words.

"Y-yours? I-I'm your good girl. Your good girl, daddy."

You manage to choke out from your sore throat and begin to move your hips just to feel any friction again.

Steven looks at you a little surprised. He doesn't complain about the nickname but he was curious now. What else would he be able to get out of you?

Your movements are snapping him out of his thoughts. He grabs you by your waist and pins it down to the bed to stop your movements.

"No moving without my permission. Didn't think my sweet girl would be such a slut for me."

"D-daddy please, I-I'm sorry", you whine "I just need you to-"

He slaps your clit.

You let out a high-pitched moan.

He didn't know exactly where his bursts of confidence nor the sudden profanities come from but he doesn't care, seeing that it clearly works on you.

"D-daddy please, I need you to. I-It hurts so much."

You look at him with watery eyes. You just needed him to move, just a bit.

"Please. Please. Please. Please."

You are reciting the pleas like a prayer, waiting to finally be answered.

As if the gods have heard you, Steven continues his movements, his thrusts are harder, deeper this time.

You are back to moaning again, babbling nonsense as his speed and strength increase even more. Feeling the knot in your stomach tighten you clench down on his cock.

"No cumming yet, baby. Wait for me, okay? Wait for daddy's permission."

You nod completely out of breath.

Steven forcefully grabs both your legs and puts them over his shoulders. The new angle has the both of you seeing stars. You can hear a few high-pitched moans escaping from his mouth as well.

"D-daddy. Daddy can't any l-longer."

You try your best to hold your orgasm in but it was getting harder and harder by the second.

Steven's hand snakes around your throat and a few thrusts later he finally gives you his permission.

"You can come now."

And you come with a quiet scream. You throw your head back, seeing flashes of light appear in front of your eyes. Your whole body was shaking and twitching.

Steven comes a few thrusts later, riding his orgasm out.

He lies down right next to you, both still panting trying to regain your breaths.

Steven is the first to move. He throws the condom away, lies back down, and wraps his arms around you. He pulls you closer, smiling brightly.

You smile to yourself as well.

"Thank you."

He kisses your neck carefully and lays his head on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry if I was too harsh, I hope I didn't scare you..."

"N-no need to be sorry, I had a lot of fun, even though I am still a bit surprised about the sudden change of character. It was just really unexpected."

You let out a soft laugh.

"Yeah for me too... Would you… would you maybe like to do that again? Not today of course but soon? Another date I mean, not just the sex thing."

Steven asks, caressing your waist.

"Sorry was that too early, Sweetheart?"

"No, no it's perfectly fine. Of course, I would love to."

You turn around to him and kiss his swollen lips softly.

"Would you like to tell me a bit more about the Ennead now?"

"Gods, please marry me."

You both laugh and you cuddle up next to him, slowly drifting to sleep while listening to his calm voice.

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Mr. Knight

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Moon Knight

Steven Grant x Female Reader (mentions of Marc)

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Smut (with Steven), fluff, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, aaand spanking.

A/N: Uuuuh yeah, I am baffled about how many notes the LAST one got.

“Wow Steven, you look great” you say a little breathless because while you do think he looks absolutely sexy in this version of Khonshu’s suit that is a bright white and quite literally a suit, he had busted through a gateway in the alleyway where you and Steven had been fighting Harrow and his followers.

“Thanks” he shrugs, his bright white eyes behind the mask of the suit look animated and squinting a little bit as he smiles slightly at the compliment.

“I do think I look-” he is cut off by an invisible force launching him into a nearby car. You back away slightly, confused as to what exactly is happening but you aren’t going to leave-technically-your husband by himself to fight alone.

That was months ago, when you and Steven/Marc defeated Harrow. Now, as you sit at the island counter in your one bedroom apartment that you now live in with them, you can’t stop thinking about that suit.

You have your chin on your fisted hand as you stare at Steven from the kitchen. He is laying on the bed with a book open in front of his face, only being able to see partially of his face. He’s wearing a blue shirt and sweatpants, his arms up holding the book and his right leg crossed over the left in a comfortable position. You are wearing only one of his t-shirts and a pair of pink panties that you can feel are getting quite warm from the heat that is rising in between your legs. His dark brown curls are a little messy as today he has the day off- his ‘lazy day’ as he would call it, and Marc has not decided to front today, leaving you with the temptation of Steven.

But, you are staring at him for a specific reason: the suit. The suit was a lot different from Marc’s, and you loved it. The way his arms looked when the sleeves slightly slid up to show his veiny forearm and bulging muscles made it very distracting during your fights. It had a tight fit around his crotch and his ass, which you would be lying if you said you didn’t take a look at. It radiated confidence, and a sleekness that made filthy thoughts run around in your head. So here, you find yourself staring at Steven, debating the question: should I ask? You want Steven to put the suit on and-

“Whatcha lookin at?” he pears from around his book, catching your glazy eyes through his reading glasses. He has an eyebrow raised and a smug look on his face after he has caught you staring. However, you don’t shy away from his combativeness, and face it head on.

“You,” you put it simply, there's no shame in looking at your husband-well husband’s plural.

“Come here, love” he pats the empty side of the bed and puts the book he was previously occupied with on his nightstand. You slowly smirk at him and slowly collect yourself and begin towards where you are being beckoned. Steven still has his hand on the bed as he watches you make your way, his other hand pushing back some fallen curls to clear his vision of any blockages to completely focus on you. As you reach the bed, he moves his hand as you climb on and sit on your side to face him, propping yourself up with one arm. You tilt your head with an innocent smile and he laughs searching your eyes.

“So, why are you makin eyes at me from over there?” He says staring up at you, “What’s on your mind?” Steven turns his head to watch the tips of his fingers travel down to your knee, and back up to your upper thigh, slowly.

“I do have something on my mind” you let out a small laugh, “But I don’t know if you’re ready to hear it.”

“Oh, I’m ready for it-I promise” he says smugly. Steven can tell you aren’t thinking about something innocent, he can tell from the way you were looking at his body as you bit down on your lip as your gaze reached certain places. You make him flustered just from your gaze on him.

“Okay, so I was thinking...” you trail off and push some of his curls back and move in a little closer, lowering your voice. Steven’s breath hitches in his throat as his eyes immediately hood at the sudden intimate contact.

“About you, obviously” Steven nods at you as you play with his curls switching your attention between his eyes, and his strands of hair between your fingers.

“But, I was thinking about something specifically” you smirk down at him when you see that he’s licking his lips, ready for you to spit out whatever filth you have in mind.

“Yeah? What was it?” his hand reaches around and slowly palms your ass as his eyes flicker down to your lips.

“I was thinking about the way you looked so sexy in that suit” you grab his chin and move to straddle him. “and how I want you to fuck me in it” you’re smiling evilly at him and he lets out a soft whimper at your words.

“Y/n, I can summon the suit right now if you want me to” you can feel the bulge through his sweatpants from the sensual way you are treating him.

“Please do” you smile at him, satisfied you are finally getting your way. It takes no time for him to oblige because within seconds of you telling him to summon the suit, it's already on him. You lean back and run your fingers over the suit fabric. You can still feel the bulge that he has probably more trouble with containing now that he’s in tight dress pants. You look up at his bright white eyes behind the mask, which you can tell are not the most alert from them being hooded.

“Mmm'' you hum, grabbing his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss. The mask disappears before you reach his lips and you immediately make contact with the soft flesh. You peck his lips a few times before looking into his eyes, then deepening the kiss. You start it off slow and run one of your hands through his hair. He breathes out a sigh as his gloved hands hold your ass in both hands. You take this as a hint to grind down, and you do.

You start to grind down on Steven, running your fabric covered clit along the dress pants of his suit. The needy sensation of the slightest bit of friction causes you to roll your hips again, and quicken the pace of the kiss. You both hum when you find a rhythm, as you dry hump him and he grips your ass, guiding you into him. He breaks the kiss and begins to kiss your jaw. And down your neck as your hands find his shoulders. The sensitive nub sends shocks through your body with each roll of your hips, and it’s making you hot and bothered. Steven sucks and mouths at your neck as you tilt your head to the side to give him more access and grind down hard, causing him to let out a slight groan underneath your ear and grip you even tighter, causing your cheeks to spread from the tight hold.

You push him gently away and scoot back down to his calves on your knees, still facing him and take in the view of him. You take quite a second to take in this look on Steven. The sexy suit with an even sexier man in it, looking desperate to be touched. His lips are swollen and wet from the sloppy kisses he was giving you, and his eyes watch you in anticipation for your next move. There is a mound he has created in his pants, and you can tell Steven can’t wait to relieve himself of the confinement.

“I love the way you look in this suit, baby” you lean forward rubbing his thighs, you can feel the muscle twitch underneath your touch, he hums and closes his eyes when your right hand reaches the place he is straining. You rub the length through the thick fabric and he puts his hands behind his head to watch what you’re doing. You bat your eyes up towards him as you unbutton his pants, slowly freeing him of his confinement. He quietly groans as he watches you spit on your hand and begin to slowly stroke his length. The only skin visible is his cock, and a slight part of his lower stomach, which is a stark contrast to the bright white of the suit. You let go of his shaft, to which his cock promptly flies upwards towards his stomach. You reach for the ends of your t-shirt (Steven’s t-shirt really) and lift it off your body, watching Steven as he watches the curve of your naked body, the only clothing being the pretty pink panties you have on.

You lean down once again and get eye level with his length as you twist and turn your wrist ever-so-slowly and watch him with intensity to get a rise out of him. You have your ass up while you work him with your hand, and his mouth starts to fall open when you hold him at the base and lick a stripe from where your hand stops to the tip. You look him in the eyes and take his tip in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around it slowly and you can feel his thigh muscles tighten up.

You start to suck more and more into your mouth, building up speed painfully slow. One of his hands comes down and wraps your hair into his palm, slightly tugging to make you look up at him as you work him. He has his head tilted to the side, those eyes are still hooded of course taking the view of you in, and he has his bottom lip pulled tight into his mouth. You turn your head with a rhythm, using your tongue to swirl around the tip whenever you come back up. You’re going faster now-

“Fuck, that feels so good y/n” he trails off as he throws his head back, his grip on your hair tightening even more. He has his other hand fisted due to the pleasure you are giving him. You hum on his cock, causing his hips to involuntarily buck upwards. You know if you continue, he’ll cum, but you want to test your limits today. So you quicken your speed, gagging slightly on his cock causing your spit to splatter at the base. He moans out at the scene. You take his cock out of your mouth and begin to stroke it at a fast pace, also catching your breath. You lean down to suck his balls, finally getting to look up at him again. You smirk when you see the look on his face as you give him maybe the best blowjob of his life. He has nothing but pure pleasure written on his face as he watches you twist your wrist around his tip, making a sloppy wet sound from the mess you made on his cock.

You can tell he’s close, so you let your mouth go from his balls with a loud pop and start to continue sucking him off at the same speed you were going before. You let yourself gag around his shaft with almost every hit at the back of your throat, tears starting to prick your eyes. He keeps unconsciously bucking his hips up as he groans out curses from the feeling.

“Y/n, I’m gonna cum” he exclaims and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth. You continue to suck, and right when he’s about to explode, you pull your mouth away. He groans loudly at the loss. You smile and sit back up from his cock rubbing his clothed thighs as you sit up. His shaft glistens with your saliva, and there's even some on his suit.

You don’t even have time to take in this scene before he sits up and grips your ass and pulls you up towards his face. You sit your knees at the side of his head and smile down at the man below you. His attention only on the pink cloth that stands in his way. He kisses you through your panties and moves both of his hands to the sides of your hips where the band of your panties start. He pulls them down and you move your legs to get them off, placing them back beside his head after they have been thrown elsewhere. He rubs your thighs and just stares at your dripping cunt. His hands glide their way towards your ass as he looks up at you.

Suddenly, you feel his gloved hands quickly release and both come harshly down on both sides of your ass, causing you to slightly yelp out and move your body forward at the sudden action. You don’t even have time to process the pain before he puts his mouth at your folds and sucks around your clit, teasing you. He soothes your ass by gliding his hands over them gently, you can feel his breath at your entrance as he teases you with his tongue. He looks up at you again when he finally takes your clit into his mouth. You hum at the sensation, but as soon as you hum you feel his right hand come down again on your ass, harder than it was before, this time, he holds you still, preventing your lower body from jolting forward. Your moan as your upper body, however, jolts and falls forward and you hold onto the headboard as he sucks your clit faster. He grips your ass with both hands and pushes your cunt into his face ravenously.

“Steven” you draw out his name in a desperate tone of voice, moaning to yourself when his tongue darts out and flicks at your clit. You start to push your hips down onto his face, desperate for some more friction. You are needy for it. You grab the back of his head and grind your cunt onto his face. The bump of his nose on your clit occasionally making you whine. You are getting so much pleasure that you don’t even think about the possibility you could be suffocating him. He lets you grind on his face, even moving his hands on your ass to guide you faster. You feel that knot in your stomach form from grinding repeatedly at the perfect spot. Your moans get more high pitched and Steven is still guiding you faster. Suddenly, you hit the perfect spot on your clit. You start to buck your hips on Stevens face and he squeezes your ass to push you further into him. You moan loudly as you let go all over his face. You ride out your high sighing heavily from the orgasm you just had. You look down at Stevens face and it is covered with your slick.

“Have fun?” Steven jokes at how your neediness came over you.

“Yes, I did, Mr Knight '' You smile breathlessly, barely being able to form syllables. Steven shifts beneath you and flips you over onto your back, kissing your lips sloppily. You have to recollect yourself and look down at his body once more, reminding you of how sexy he looks for you. You look over his chest, where the buttons go down towards his lower stomach. His cock the only thing that sticks out of the suit. Your cunt flutters around thin air at the sight. You spread your legs more as he comes back down to kiss your neck more, kissing and sucking at it harshly. His pursuit goes down to your breasts taking one nipple into his mouth at a time, licking and sucking at them while looking up at you. You can already feel yourself getting needy for his touch again. You grab his face and pull it up to yours and kiss him. You also reach down to grab his cock, trying to push him into you, until you feel his hand push yours away. He’s not done with you yet. He flips you over on your stomach and pulls your legs up so your ass is up in the air. He moves behind you and rubs your ass. His cock sits on your lower stomach and you move your body forward and back desperately to feel some friction on your clit. His hand, once again, comes down hard on your ass, lurching you forward.

“Ooou that was a hard one” he laughs and you moan at his taunting. You feel his hands release you, but it isn’t to smack you again. You turn your head to see what he’s doing and he’s removing his right glove. He removes the glove and places it on the bed. You are completely exposed for him. You don’t get a warning before one of his digits goes inside of you. You hum at the sudden feeling of your cunt being filled. He moves his finger slow at first, soaking his finger in your needy cunt. His left hand palms your ass and he watches his finger go in and out of you, adding another one and speeding up his pace. He starts to hit a spot that makes your head spin, and your low hums turn into moans.

“Mhm, I make you feel good?” Steven questions while he continuously hits your spot. You nod, not being able to use your words. He then adds another finger and quickens the pace even more, digging and curling his fingers perfectly in the spot that hits just right. You reach and grab at the sheets and let out a groan when he adds a third finger, filling your cunt.

“Steven” you draw out again, a warning that you are getting close to your limit. He strips his hand away leaving your cunt empty once again. He quickly and skillfully flips you without any more time to spare and drags you with him to the edge of the bed. He places his feet on the ground and strokes his length as he watches your naked body. You’re sweaty, hair clinging to the sides of your face and you have a desperate look in your eyes as you take in the view of him in that damn suit. Just the sight of it over top of you makes you just the slightest bit more wet.

“Fuck” you say under your breath as you look at your husband. He smiles and leans his lower body into yours to line himself up. Your eyes travel down to the place where he is about to connect and watch as he pushes himself into you with ease, his cock disappearing in less than a second. Steven gasps as he almost fully bottoms out. He grabs your calves and pins them upwards, immediately hitting the perfect angle to make you throb around him.

“Oh my god” you breathe out again, your breath striped away by the sudden pleasure you’re feeling. He starts to pick up a slow place, holding your legs up to your chest. You and Steven have only fucked a few times compared to how much you and Marc have, but it’s like Steven knows your body just as much as Marc does. Maybe it was because Marc coached him through it? However, you don’t exactly care right now because Steven leans down to your ear when you start to moan lowly at his slow pace.

“You sound so pretty…want me to fuck you harder?” he asks in a cooing way. You nod and Steven immediately obliged. He starts to push into you faster, causing your hands to fly to his back and grip for dear life. He hasn’t sped up entirely, but you’re struggling to keep your composure even though you just started. He sucks and kisses at your neck, still holding your legs up to your chest. Your moans become louder and more drawn out, and it isn’t helping the way Steven is also struggling to hold back his moans as he kisses your neck.

Without warning, he sits up completely and puts your legs up on his shoulders, your ankles hang loosely on them. Then, he starts to pound into you. You squeeze your eyes shut and moan loudly at the sudden change of pace. He also lets out a deep moan as he watches you reel in the pleasure he’s giving you.

“Fuck” you hear him say under his breath when you clench around him unexpectedly. He leans forward, causing your legs to slide up his shoulders more, and he kisses you sloppily. He moans in your mouth again when he reaches a different angle inside you. All you can do is take this immense pleasure as he continuously pulls moans from your lungs with occasional swears.

“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doin that love” he moans out at the way you clench around him. You were on your edge, and he was coming down with you. So, you keep clenching around him as the knot in your stomach forms and your legs start to shake around his head. To make matters worse, Steven reaches a hand in between the both of you and begins circling your clit with his thumb, all while keeping that quick pace right in your spot.

“Keep going, just like that Steven” you encourage him with a whine, and he doesn’t move but quickens his assault. You suddenly release all over him, and you hold your breath as you go through your orgasm, holding onto Stevens arms to hold onto something. He groans at the pulsations around his cock, knowing you just came. His moans become more frequent and his thrusts get sloppy, but you try- with lazy, teary eyes -to watch him as he cums inside you. He lets out a deep groan and shuts his eyes, stilling inside you as you feel his cum shoot through you. It’s beautiful, sweaty, pleasure filled Steven over top of you with your legs on his shoulders, spilling his mess inside you while wearing that familiar suit.

“Fuuck, y/n” he calls out as he thrusts a couple times to ride out the high. You watch as he pulls out and watches as the mess he made inside your cunt slips out of you. He promptly pushes it back inside and you clench around his fingers at the sudden feeling. He looks up at you and smiles boyishly and moves to go get something. He comes back with a glass of water for you and hands it to you.

“Here, don’t want you feelin woozy after that” he states after handing you the glass. You can’t help the grin that comes on your face. He pulled two orgasms from you in the span of 25 minutes and how lucky are you that he cares about you being woozy afterwards? Extremely.

“Thank you, my knight” you retort, looking him up and down as he is still in that suit. He’s really sweaty. Probably sweatier than you are, but he looks sexy this way of course.

“Did you like the suit on?” he asks sarcastically. And oh yes you did.

“I loved it Steven, the suit needs to stay on during sex from now on” he looks at you in disbelief.

“Every time?!” he gasps. You turn to set your water down on the nightstand, still completely naked.

“Yes” you put it simply. “You look absolutely stunning in it, especially fucking me the way you just did”

“You expect that much from me, huh?” Steven grins at you. “It makes me awfully sweaty love”

“So? A little bit of sweat never hurt anyone” you say rolling your eyes playfully. You love to banter with him.

“Oh really?” Steven gets a mischievous look in his eye. “...Not even if I do this!-'' he quickly shoots towards you and nuzzles his sweaty hair into your neck while pinning you down. You cry out from the sweat getting on you.

“NO” you shout and giggle trying to shove him off, but then he starts to kiss your neck. You grab the back of his sweaty neck as he starts to go lower down to your breasts. You can’t help the giggles that ensue when he bites at the flesh with a growl. He looks up at you and smiles, then comes back up for a big sloppy kiss. You break the kiss before anything else can continue.

“Okay” you look from his lips up to his eyes “I think you need a shower” you tease.

“Fiine” he pushes himself up and the suit disappears. He starts to strip naked on his way to the bathroom but turns around while going for his underwear. “Care to join me, love?” he asks with a smirk while pulling his member completely out. You can’t say no to him, especially when he’s already fully naked in front of you.

“Oh, I’m coming” and you certainly were.

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miguel-owhora · 7 days

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hngfhf thinking about steven sucking your dick 😵‍💫 he'd be so flustered and shy, but my god does he have a mouth on him. slowly wiggling his hips, side to side, his pussy leaking inside his pants as he mouths away at your balls. they're heavy and firm, and his mouth waters at the musk. letting his spit dribble down your length as he presses kisses to your balls, his hand wrapped around your cock and slowly jerking it off.

maybe he'll even make eye contact as he licks a flat stripe up your length, lick away at an angry vein and wrap his mouth around your cockhead. he'll look away after that, suddenly embarrassed and aware of what he's doing—until you reach down and card your fingers through his hair. curl them and gently scratch at his scalp, mutter a "good boy" underneath your breath and fuck, it has steven squeezing his thighs and slip into subspace.

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bastardmandennis · 9 months

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even if it’s a false god (marc spector x fem!reader)

Summary: Your neighbor, Steven, asks you to feed his fish for him while he's away. Instead, you meet who you think is his brother, Marc.

Word Count: 6.9k (nice)

Warnings: oh boy. SMUT! (literally get out of here if you're not 18+ pls), afab reader, no y/n, brief mentions of a wound/blood, mentions of Steven/reader friendship, no layla (devastating tbh), men begging (woo), PIV sex, creampie, unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it). riding, mentions of masturbation, oral (f receiving). one (1) singular slap. vague allusions to the moon knight system/konshu but not really important tbh, drinking of alcohol, i think that's it but pls let me know if i missed anything!

A/N: good lord. this has been drumming around in my head for TOO LONG. i just wanted an excuse to use ^this gif (only slightly joking). title comes from the song false god by tswift (even tho im mad at her rn) bc i am just a simple uncreative girl, okay? pls enjoy and let me know what you think!! xoxo

There in the low light, sitting at your kitchen table, is–fuck, it’s Steven. He doesn’t look good, sweaty and dirty and tired. He doesn’t notice you at first, too busy trying to reach over his shoulder for something. His shirt is on the floor, shredded, along with the bottle of vodka you keep for “emergencies.” What the fuck? “What the fuck?” you echo and he finally looks up at you. You drop the shoe and kick it to the side. “Steven, are you–what happened?” “Not Steven,” he grunts, and oh the sound of his gruff voice should not be turning you on right now. “Marc,” you breathe. His dark eyes snap to yours, hand paused awkwardly over his shoulder. You can’t even be too mad at him for breaking in here in the middle of the night, not when he’s looking at you like that, all broody eyes and pouty lips. Fuck, he’s pretty.

All day, there’s been a nagging feeling in the back of your mind that there was something important you forgot to do. At work, you go through your emails, your calendar–nothing there. On the bus ride home, you stare out at the passing scenery, wracking your brain trying to figure out what the hell you’re forgetting. It’s driving you crazy.

It’s not until you reach your apartment door, digging through your bag for your keys, that you realize what it is. You pull out a second set of keys, this one with a small teddy bear charm dangling, and it hits you like a ton of bricks. Fuck. You were supposed to feed your neighbor’s fish for him while he was away.

You drop your work bag and sprint up the stairs to Steven’s apartment. Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead. You don’t think you’d be able to handle the disappointed puppy dog look he’d give you when he comes back and you have to tell him you killed his beloved fish. The way his arms would wrap around himself in comfort, sleeves covering his hands, the way he always did when he was upset. Upset because of you this time.

Your heart sinks when you make it to his door, panting. Oh this is not good. You can’t remember when exactly he’d said he’d be back–in your defense, he did call you at 2am on a Monday, his voice uncharacteristically gruff as he’d asked you to take care of Stev-my fish for me, apparently taking your mumbled mhm as a concrete sign of agreement. When you’d woken up for real later that day, his keys were sitting on your kitchen table, a note reading Thanks. scrawled out in unfamiliar handwriting. Weird, but Steven was a bit of an odd duck, popping in and out to say hey at all hours, whenever he was awake (which seemed like all the time). The man either slept like the dead or not at all, no inbetween.

You quickly go through his keys, unlocking the top two deadbolts before reaching the main door lock. This one sticks–you shove your shoulder against the door and it bursts open. You tumble into the apartment.

And right into Steven. He’s bare chested, a pair of pajama pants slung low on his hips. Holy shit, since when was Steven ripped? He’s got a few days’ worth of stubble covering his clenched jaw and dark circles under his eyes. His hair is gelled down carefully instead of in its usual wild fluffy curls.

“Steven,” you whisper. He’s still gripping your elbow and you quickly straighten up. “What are you do–”

“Should be asking you that,” he says. His voice is flat, no trace of his usual cheery accent to be seen.

You blink. Study his face, the scowl etched there, the pull of his brows. This isn’t the Steven you know–the one who always greets you with a smile and a quiet heya when you pass each other in the hallway. The one who knocks on your door in the middle of the night with some ancient translation he’s finally figured out, waving his notes excitedly at you. The one who brings you a doughnut on his way home from work sometimes. It’s Steven’s face, for sure, but you’ve never seen this angry expression twisting his features. It feels wrong, it feels…dangerous.

You nod toward the fish tank, where Gus is still swimming happily. Thank god. “Steven didn’t tell me his…brother…was coming to feed Gus,” you say. “I’ve been, um, watching him?”

He takes a step back, not meeting your eyes. “Right, he–he told me you’d be here.” A beat, and then, “Did you need something else?”

You can’t stop staring at him, how familiar yet alien the man standing in front of you is. You see glimpses of Steven, when he crosses his arms across his chest, but then he speaks, his voice gruff, flat, American, and the illusion is broken. He raises an eyebrow and you shake your head.

“Sorry, it’s just…Steven didn’t tell me he had a brother,” you say. “Not that–I mean, not that we’re super close, you know. I just moved in like, three–no, four months ago now, so we see each other around. Sometimes.”

You want to slap yourself for babbling–something about his intense stare, the way his dark eyes roam your face, makes you want to run and never come back. You feel rooted in place, waiting for him to pounce, and you don’t fully hate it.

His lips twitch. You want to see him smile, see if it’s the same crooked grin Steven usually sports. “Ok-ay, well, I’ll just go now,” you finally say when he doesn’t answer.

You spin around, eager to get as far away as possible when you hear him call out to you.

“Marc,” he says. “I’ll see you around.” The smile he gives you is small, more tightly controlled than Steven’s, but it still makes your heart race. Get it together.

You wave and practically sprint back to your apartment, slamming the door and leaning back against it. That could not have gone any worse. Your heart won’t stop pounding and you try to convince yourself it’s just from all the running, not the way you felt Marc’s eyes follow you out the door.

—-

You don’t see Marc–or Steven–for the next few days. You set alarms now, one before work and one at night, as a reminder to feed Gus. And if you make sure you look extra presentable when you get to Steven’s apartment, an extra coat of gloss and mascara thrown on, it’s definitely not because of Marc.

Right.

But each time you’re let down, the apartment as empty as you left it the time before, no sign of either Marc or Steven. You find yourself taking a few minutes every visit to straighten up some of the many books scattered around, pointedly avoiding the half-made bed in the middle of the room.

One time you’d dropped the can of fish food and it had rolled over to the bed, getting caught in the pile of–what is that, sand?–scattered around the edges. You’d huffed, crouching down to get it, only to come face to face with a long ankle restraint tied to one leg of the bed. Your face heated, even though no one was there to see you.

You tried not to think of Steven using it on someone—poor, sweet Steven, who you’ve known for three months now and will barely make eye contact with you. No, this seemed like something more up Marc’s alley, and you can’t help imagine his rough hands tightening the restraints across your ankles, holding your legs spread open for him as he kissed and bit his way up to your–

No. This is so wrong.

But it wasn’t wrong enough to stop the heat pooling in your stomach, the damp spot on your panties you tried to ignore. And if you touched yourself later that night, made yourself come imagining big hands and a harsh voice in your ear, well. That’s no one’s business.

Another three days pass, and you’re starting to get worried. There’s still no sign of Steven, and you don’t think he’s ever been gone this long–what is he even doing? It’s not like this is a work trip, right? Do museum gift shop workers even get leave from work? There’s mail beginning to pile up outside his door, and when you deposit the stack on the kitchen counter during your next visit a small envelope catches your attention.

Marc Spector is written on the front. There’s no return address. Weird–you’d just assumed he and Steven would have the same last name. You quickly place the envelope back with the rest of the mail. It’s not your business, you scold yourself. But that doesn’t stop you from googling Marc Spector when you get home and–nothing. Not even the usual abandoned Facebook page, the years-old photo tag from some distant relatives. A search of Steven Grant brings you to the wiki page for some Indiana Jones-style 80s movie. Another dead end, of course.

You consider calling the police, reporting Steven (and Marc) missing, but what could you even say? Hey, my neighbor and his mysterious secret twin brother are missing, no I don’t know where they could be, I’m just here to feed his fish, I don’t even have either of their phone numbers. It sounds crazy just thinking about it. Jesus. You toss and turn that night, finally telling yourself that if you don’t hear from Steven by the morning, you’ll go back to his apartment and look for a number for someone to call for help. You slip into a restless sleep soon after, images of Steven’s big puppy eyes and Marc’s scowling face flashing through your mind.

Bang.

Something scrapes across the floor and then you hear a muffled curse. Your eyes spring open, heart practically beating its way out of your chest as you try to orient yourself in the dark room. You fumble for your phone on the nightstand–dead, because of course you forgot to plug it in last night. A loud crash from the kitchen has you shooting up out of bed, grabbing for the only weapon-like thing available. You grip a high heel in your hand, ready to stab whoever decided to make the mistake of breaking into your apartment and interrupting your sleep.

“What the fuck?” you echo and he finally looks up at you. You drop the shoe and kick it to the side. “Steven, are you–what happened?”

“Not Steven,” he grunts, and oh the sound of his gruff voice should not be turning you on right now.

“Marc,” you breathe. His dark eyes snap to yours, hand paused awkwardly over his shoulder. You can’t even be too mad at him for breaking in here in the middle of the night, not when he’s looking at you like that, all broody eyes and pouty lips. Fuck, he’s pretty.

“Can you–” he gestures impatiently to his shoulder. You walk over in a trance, trying not to feel self-conscious in your sleep shorts and tank top, coming to a hesitant stop behind him. There’s a gash running across his shoulder blade and you gasp. A trickle of blood rolls down his back.

You flutter your hand around the makeshift rag he has pressed there. You can’t stop staring at his back, the shift of muscles as he tries to hold his other hand in place to stop the bleeding. He’s so broad and warm, heat radiating off of him into the chilly air around you. You make a noise in your throat and he huffs.

“Oh fuck, what–what is this?” you ask. Stupid question. You press down on the rag–is that one of your shirts? that fucker–and he groans, shifting in the chair.

“Just–can you just help,” Marc rasps. He twists around to meet your eyes, careful not to jostle your hand on his shoulder. “Please.”

Yeah, you’re fucked. It shouldn’t be this attractive, listening to him beg for your help, twisting in your kitchen chair in the middle of the night. You can’t help but think of other places you want to hear him beg and a flush creeps up your face.

“Okay, yeah,” you finally say. Clear your throat and think of the bare bones first aid kit underneath your bathroom sink. “But maybe you should just go to the hospital–”

“No!” His voice booms through the room and you freeze. “No, it’s–it’s not that bad, please.” His voice is soft, pleading. “Just a scratch, promise.”

A scratch? But he looks so confident–“okay,” you whisper against your better judgment. “Stay here, let me get my, uh, kit.”

His shoulders slump in relief. “Didn’t have anywhere else to go or I would’ve. I didn’t want to bother you but, Steven–” He pauses. “Steven clearly trusts you, so I figured…you’re my best option here.”

His words send butterflies through your stomach. You tear your eyes away from his clenched jaw, mumble something again about getting the kit. You’re relieved to find everything you need tucked away, praying it’s not as bad as it looks. You couldn’t sew to save your life, but for Marc you’d try. And if it’s really bad, well tough shit—you’d find some way to drag him to the hospital.

He’s drinking from the bottle of vodka when you come back, head tilted back as he swallows deeply. A drop escapes from the corner of his mouth and you track it down his neck until it disappears beneath his tank top. You clear your throat and he turns to look at you, hissing when the movement pulls his wound open.

“Stop moving,” you scold, ripping the bottle from his hand and placing it on the table next to you.

You’ve seen enough survival movies to know that disinfecting the wound is the basic first step, but really, what the hell can you do after that? You don’t have any medical experience, can barely handle your own papercuts–let alone a huge open wound on someone else. You take a shaky breath, feeling slightly hysterical; here’s this man you barely know practically bleeding out in your kitchen in the middle of the night, waiting for your help, instead of going to the hospital like a normal person. Plenty of time to freak out later, once Marc is gone, you remind yourself.

He’s silent in the chair, shoulders tense. His tank top flaps open where his skin is split–oh Marc, what have you gotten yourself into?

“I’m gonna,” you clear your throat. “Can you, um, take your shirt off? I can’t see.”

“Sure, doc,” he grumbles. You roll your eyes at the jab–you are technically a doctor, of philosophy though, not medicine, but you’re not sure if he knows that. You help him lift the shirt from his back, making sure it doesn’t catch on the edges of the cut. Thankfully he’s right, it’s not as bad as it looks. It’s shallow enough that you’re pretty sure you can get away with just cleaning it up and covering it with gauze, no sewing necessary.

“This is gonna hurt,” you warn. He grits his teeth and nods, turning his head away to stare out into the living room.

You grab a clean piece of gauze, douse it in vodka–no rubbing alcohol in the first aid kit, but this’ll be better than nothing. Your other hand runs down the non-injured side of his back, hoping to soothe him a little. Instead he tenses up even more, spits out get on with it. So you do, pressing the vodka-soaked gauze right onto the cut, ignoring his groan of pain. Wipe away the smears of blood left behind–thank god it wasn’t still actively bleeding, just needed to be cleaned and wrapped up.

He hisses when you dab the edges of the cut, reaching his hand out behind him. You pass him the bottle silently, trying to ignore the pull of his throat, the way his thick fingers grip the bottle. Steven would never drink with you, no matter how many times you’d offered. Marc doesn’t even flinch at the sting of vodka, and you wonder idly if this was some parent trap twin situation–they really couldn’t be more different.

You pull the bottle out of his hands, placing your lips where his just were, ignoring the bite of the still-cold vodka. The alcohol rushes through you, warming your veins and settling low in your stomach.

“Should you be drinking on the job?” He sounds amused. You scoff.

“Not even my job,” you mumble. Press a little too hard on the edge of his cut with the gauze accidentally-on-purpose, just to hear him bite back a whimper and pull away from you. You grab his shoulders and manhandle him back into the seat. “Hold still, ’m almost done.”

It’s silent besides the sound of you cutting the medical tape and Marc’s labored breathing. There’s so many questions brewing in your mind, but you bite your tongue and keep working, not wanting to upset him again. You press one last piece of tape to his back, hoping your patch job will last until–if–he finally decides to go to the doctor.

“All done,” you finally say, tapping his non-injured shoulder. Marc grunts and twists around to try to see what you’ve done.

You shove him back into the chair. “Don’t, you’ll undo all my hard work.”

“Thanks, doc,” he mumbles. Then he sits up straight like he’s going to get up and leave, without any sort of explanation for what the hell is going on. A flash of anger rises in you and you try to bite it back.

“Why?” you ask. He stops lacing his boots and stares at you. His eyes are just a little darker than Steven’s, you notice, a little sharper–more wolf than puppy. You shake the thought away.

“You gonna tell me what happened? Where Steven is?” You throw your hands up in frustration, letting them land on your bare thighs with a smack. His eyes drop to your legs and back to your face so quickly you almost miss it.

Marc runs a hand through his hair, disrupting his neatly gelled curls even more. “Steven is…away.”

“Away,” you repeat. He nods quickly, inching towards the door like he wants to make a run for it.

“But you know when he’ll be back.” It’s not a question.

He pauses, brows scrunched. A scowl pulls at his lips. “Yeah, I do.”

He makes another move to the door and your anger rises again–how dare he come into your house, uninvited, in the middle of the night, to demand your help, and give you vague non-answers to what you think should be pretty simple questions. You move quickly to stand in front of the door, stopping him with a hand to his chest. His heart beats quickly beneath your palm.

“I don’t get to know that? I’ve been here, waiting, taking care of poor Gus for what, almost two weeks now? I should’ve never said yes, should’ve never got–”

His lips, warm and firm against yours, stop your train of thought. Your eyes fly open in shock, mouth frozen, before he runs his tongue over the seam of your lips and you melt into his embrace. Stupid traitor body.

You twirl your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck and yank and he groans, pulling you even closer as his chapped lips meet yours again. You can feel him harden against your thigh and that snaps you out of it. You pull back, ignoring the question on his face, and slap him. Hard.

The only sound in the room is both of your heavy breathing, and then:

“What the fuck?” He looks confused, bringing a hand up to touch his cheek. “What–”

“Doesn’t feel good, does it,” you say bitterly. “Being lied to. Not getting a straight answer.” You can’t look at his stupid, kissable face right now. You don’t even know him really, this stranger with your cute neighbor’s face. How stupid of you to even get involved.

“Oh honey, I–you don’t,” he takes a deep breath and grabs your limp hand. “Look at me, please? I’d tell you if I could, promise, I don’t–don’t want you to get hurt, understand?”

Your mind whirls, trying to process the kiss and his words and the kiss. He smells so good somehow, despite everything, a little sweaty and a little smoky. You exhale shakily and he steps closer, nudging your chin up to look at him. His brow furrows as he searches your face. When he swipes his thumb across your cheekbone your pulse leaps.

“Are you…in danger? Did you bring who-whoever did that to you back here?” You should be angry at him but you’re just bone-tired, now that the adrenaline is fading.

“No, no, of course not,” he says. He notices your hesitation and adds, “But I could…stay with you tonight, if you want? Just to, you know, make sure. Least I can do.”

His eyes are huge, pleading–even if you wanted to say no, you know you couldn’t.

“Fine,” you say, like you’re doing him a favor. You point to the mess of bloody gauze and assorted clothing strewn across the kitchen. “But you’re cleaning this up tomorrow.”

“Yeah yeah, don’t worry about it.” His face is soft in the early morning lighting, a little sleepy. A little more like Steven. You want to run your hands through his hair again, mess it up even more.

Marc is a silent shadow as you lead him to your bedroom, kicking a random shirt under the bed as you go. You sink down to the mattress with a groan and he watches with sharp eyes from the doorway.

You want to be mean, tell him since this is his mess he’s gotten you into, he can stand there all night for all you care. But then you notice how dark the circles under his eyes are, the way he sways in place, leaning heavily on the door frame–when’s the last time he had a good night’s sleep? you wonder–and a pang of guilt hits you.

Heart pounding, you pull the blanket up beside you, scooting to one side to make room for him behind you. When he doesn’t move you pat the empty space, gesturing for him to get over here.

He hesitates, until you snap get in already, before i change my mind, and he finally lowers himself down next to you with a grunt, careful to avoid pulling his bad shoulder. It’s quiet, the occasional sounds of the city outside filtering through the open window. You close your eyes and try to relax, try to ignore the fact that Marc is here in your bed. With you. He fidgets, fingers brushing the side of your bare thigh and you freeze.

Just when you think he’s finally asleep, his voice breaks the silence with a low whisper. “Thanks, doc. Really.”

“Of course.” Your voice is just as hushed as his. You reach out in the dark for his hand, brushing his pinky with yours. He links his finger with yours and that’s how you finally fall asleep, Marc’s warm body next to yours and a small smile on your face.

—-

He’s gone the next morning of course–it’s almost noon when you finally drag yourself out of bed, the spot next to you cold and vacant. The kitchen is spotless, no sign of any of last night’s struggle, and a box of donuts from your favorite cafe sits on the table. A note is shoved under the box in what you recognize as Marc’s messy scrawl: Steven told me these are your favorite. Thank you.

It shouldn’t make your stomach swoop, this little act of kindness, but it does. You think about Marc while you get ready to go out, staring at your messy sheets where you can imagine the imprint of his body lingers. You think about him during dinner with your friends, when you see a man with dark curly hair at the table behind you kissing his date. You think of the long line of Marc’s throat when you take shot after shot at the bar, pretending the heat in your stomach is just from the alcohol. You think of him when you crawl into bed afterwards, a little tipsy, and imagine you can still smell him on your pillow. You fall asleep too quickly, with your hand down your pants and his name on your lips.

You wake up the next morning to a (thankfully) manageable hangover and a text from an unknown local number:

Be back soon! Thank you again for watching Gus! xx

The reminder of Gus makes you groan; if it was anyone else, you would’ve given up by now, pawned the fish off to someone else to worry about, but then you think of Steven’s happy little smile for you (if he ever comes back) and later that night you trudge your way up to his apartment.

The bottom lock sticks, again, but this time there’s no shirtless Marc there to catch you on the other side–you stumble in and kick the door shut angrily behind you. And then you notice someone in Steven’s bed.

He’s kicked the covers off, a thin sheet crumpled around his bare waist and a hand resting just above the waistband of his briefs. The ankle strap is tied tightly around his leg and you feel your cheeks heat up. Stop being a perv and just leave, jesus–you’re just turning to quietly slink back to your apartment when you hear it: he murmurs your name, brow furrowed even in sleep.

You stop, thinking you’ve been caught creeping. “Steven?” you whisper. “Marc?”

He turns, thrashing around with a low whimper. The sheet drags even lower and you avert your eyes. You should leave for real, he’s definitely not awake, and you don’t even want to think about trying to explain yourself when he wakes up and sees you just standing there looking at him.

And then you step on a creaky spot on the floor and he bolts upright. He’s sweating, bare chest glinting in the low light as he looks around, wild eyes finally landing on you hovering in the doorway.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” you joke. A scowl pulls his features–okay, definitely Marc.

“How–but you…” he trails off. He looks around, disoriented, and then he drags his gaze back to you sharply. “Did you see Steven at all?”

“N-no,” you stammer. “He’s okay though, right?”

“He’s fine,” Marc promises. “Should be back, uh, soon?”

“Yeah, that’s what he said last week,” you mutter. He just looks at you helplessly, and you take that as your cue to leave.

“As fun as this has been,” you say, “I’m gonna…go. I’ll leave the keys, since you’re here. Tell Steven I said hey, whenever you see him.” You run your fingers along the fluffy bear on Steven’s keychain one last time before turning towards the door.

Then, in a voice so low you almost miss it, Marc says, “Wait, please. You can–you can stay, if you want.”

“Stay and…?” you trail off. “What, to watch you sleep?” He looks at you again, eyes so wide and pleading and so much like Steven it makes your heart break. “You’re serious.”

“I, um.” he rubs a hand across his jaw, scratching the thick stubble. “Had a nightmare. It’s usually better when there’s someone here, with me.”

You feel a spark of jealousy at his words, imagining the revolving door of different girls he’s probably gotten into his bed with that cheesy line, how many he’d sweet-talked into giving it up for him. Girls like the brooding angsty thing, right? But then you look at him a little longer, see the sheen of sweat sticking his curls to the side of his head. The perpetual dark shadows under his eyes. The way he’d called your name in his sleep. So you agree.

It’s dark, the light of the moon outside guiding you towards the bed. He’s laying on his back watching you with an arm behind his head, the picture of relaxation, and you can’t help the pulse of desire you feel. Stop it, stop it, stop it. You stand awkwardly at the edge of the bed, unsure how much or how little you should keep on. What’s the protocol for sleeping in bed with a guy you barely know for the second time?

Marc solves the dilemma for you–he reaches for a shirt on the side of the bed, passes it to you without a word. You recognize it as one of Steven’s museum shirts, the Really Makes You Sphinx one with the faded cartoon sphinx in the middle. Your fingers brush his as you reach for it and you shudder, quickly pulling the t-shirt over your head, shucking your pants and socks off as you do, and climb in next to him.

His fingers brush your bare thigh as he turns to look at you. You shift and he just looks at you, dark eyes watching your every move like a hawk. That feeling of danger is back, every instinct telling you to get out of there, now, but this time instead of running away from it, you want to run to him. You want to let him ruin you.

“Alright?” he murmurs softly and you nod.

“How’s your shoulder?” you finally ask. He turns to let you see it, the barely-healed scar that he’d sloppily taped over. You run your fingers around the edges of the tape, then down his spine, notch by notch, and he shivers.

“All good thanks to you, doc,” he says. You hum and he turns to look at you, tracing the knuckles of your hand mindlessly.

“Do you want to talk about it? The nightmare?” you blurt out.

His face hardens and he pulls his hand back to pick at a loose thread in the sheets. You miss the warmth immediately. “Not particularly,” he says after a moment, and you don’t push it.

“Yeah, okay,” you whisper. “Let’s just–here, lay down.”

You stretch your arms above your head, listening to the crack of your joints–you really hadn’t slept well last night, between the drinking and thinking about Marc…you’d been sloppy, too uncoordinated to get the angle of your fingers right and you’d fallen asleep even more frustrated. It all comes rushing back now, seeing him in person, rumpled and sleepy and dangerous but–vulnerable. It’s intoxicating and you shift to rub your thighs together, hoping for even a little bit of friction.

If Marc notices, he doesn’t say anything. Maybe you’re only imagining his heated gaze on your bare skin, the way your shirt–Steven’s shirt–lifts as you stretch. And maybe you can blame the sudden perking of your nipples on the chilly room, definitely nothing to do with Marc. Nope.

He leans back with a grunt, waving off your concern when you look at his injured shoulder. You hesitate, just for a second, but then your desire to sleep–just sleep–with him wins out. He watches you crawl over with half-lidded eyes, dragging a hand around your waist to pull you in even closer. He settles over you with a sigh, one arm right under your breasts, so close you can feel the steady thumping of his heart against your back. His breath is warm against the back of your neck, and when he whispers you okay? in your ear you nod and hope he can’t see the goosebumps there.

At first you’re stiff, not used to being this close to someone, and then his breathing evens out and he–he presses a kiss to the side of your neck, barely a brush of lips but it sets you on fire. You feel his lips pull into a smile against your neck as you fidget in his grasp.

“Go to sleep,” he groans. “’M tired, know you are too.”

You whine, pushing yourself back into him, hoping to change his mind, to get him to do something, but he just kisses your neck again, says nope, goodnight, and that’s that. You try to ignore the throbbing of your clit, the way your panties are sticking uncomfortably to your body and focus on the deep pulls of his breath behind you. Eventually you settle, lulled to sleep by Marc’s warm body behind you, holding on to you so tightly like he’s scared that’ll you’ll disappear when he wakes up.

—-

You were cold when you left your apartment, but you’re suddenly warm, almost uncomfortably so. Light streams through the curtains and you crack an eye open. There’s not much noise outside yet–it must still be early. You just settle back down into the bed, and then you hear a light snore behind you and remember where you are.

Your eyes fly open. Steven’s apartment. With Marc.

He’s even a cute sleeper, mouth open slightly as he snores. His brow is still slightly furrowed, even in his sleep–jesus, does he ever relax? His usual slicked-back curls are all over the place, fluffy and mussed from moving around. If you squint, he looks just like Steven. You resist the urge to smooth a piece of hair back from his face, laying back down and staring at a small crack in the ceiling.

Marc makes a noise and you think you’ve woken him up but he’s still sleeping, arms reaching out for you. You scoot closer and he yanks you back against him, throws a leg over yours to hold you there (as if you’d even want to leave) and that’s how you fall back asleep, cuddled up to Marc as the early morning sunlight streaks in through the window.

The next time you wake up, it’s to Marc’s hard cock pressing against your back.

It takes you a moment to process what’s happening. Steven’s apartment. Steven’s bed. Marc. Nightmare. Cuddling. And–

The desire from last night comes flooding back in a rush–you wiggle back just a little, just to see what’ll happen. You can feel the wet spot on the front of his boxers as it drags along your exposed skin. You’re so warm, bursting into flames just at this simple contact.

Marc grunts, shifts again so his arm is around your chest, fingers grazing your nipple. You whimper at the light contact and roll your hips back again, intentionally. He’s so hard and firm and you try to shift to get the angle just right when you feel his breathing change. He’s awake now.

“Marc,” you whimper, and he noses along the back of your neck, tweaking your nipple.

“G’morning to you, too,” he says, voice rough with sleep. He grips your hips tightly and rolls his hips, letting you feel how hard he is. Even through your layers of clothes, he feels big.

“Please, Marc,” you whine, reaching back to grab at his hair, and he groans, flipping you over so he can settle on top of you. His hips are perfectly aligned for you to grind up into him, the friction so good but still not enough.

“Driving me fuckin’ crazy, the way you keep saying my name,” he huffs. “First time I saw you, had to stop what I was doing and just fuck my own hand–feel what you do to me, huh baby?”

You’re burning up, at his words, at how close he is, trying to get your shirt off without moving him out of place. He grins, wolfish, and swats your hands away, rolling it up and off your body. His eyes are everywhere on your newly exposed skin, leaning down to mouth at the side of your breast, pressing light kisses as he goes. He bites down lightly and you moan.

His eyes are molten, so dark as he watches your reactions. The way you arch up into his mouth when he sucks a nipple. How your fingers twist in his hair and yank him up to your mouth. He kisses you like he’s on a mission, like he knows exactly what he wants from you. It’s hot, the way he takes control.

“Can I put my mouth on you, please, can I? Been dreaming about getting my mouth on you, on this sweet little pussy. Tell me what you want, baby, please.”

“Yeah, okay,” you croak. As if you’d say no to him. Marc grins, a huge smile that you can feel as he presses one last kiss to your neck before settling down at the foot of the bed. His broad shoulders push your legs open even more and for a moment he just runs his hand up your inner thigh, letting his warm breath fan over you until you’re squirming in his grip.

You reach down and tug his hair when he tries to muffle his whimper in your leg. “Stop teasing.”

And he listens, finally, pausing only to roll your soaked panties down and throw them into the corner of the room. You have a brief moment of panic when you think about Steven finding them later, and then every thought flies out of your head when he leans down and licks a wide stripe from your dripping hole up to your clit. A low moan tears from your throat.

He hums against you when you rake your hands through his hair and pull a little harder this time. He groans, sucking your clit lightly between his lips and you practically leap off the bed. One of his hands comes to hold you down, spreading across your hip and pressing you further into the bed. You can’t escape it, can’t escape him–the rough scrape of his stubble, the steady pressure around your clit, the way he gently presses a finger into you at the same time and rubs at the spongy spot there.

The hand not holding you down is under him, working his boxers off and fisting his cock–he’s flushed, practically dripping and he pulls back to swipe two fingers through your slick and use it to lube himself up. It’s so dirty and hot that you can’t help but grab him, pulling him up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips.

“See,” Marc says, smug. “Knew you would taste good. Even better’n I dreamed about.”

You blush and grab at his arms, trying to get him to move, to let you get on top. It’s like trying to move a solid wall, he’s so broad, and he laughs as you struggle. He tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear, placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth as he flops back. Marc reaches up to pull you closer and you don’t miss the wince he tries to hide when his shoulder lifts.

You stop moving immediately and he whines. Loudly.

“Thought you said your shoulder was better,” you say faux-seriously. Roll your hips on him slowly, letting his cock settle in between your bare lips. He grips your hips in his sweaty hands.

“It’s fine, you can fix it again after–please, I need you,” he groans. His eyes never leave your cunt, watching as you drag your slick over him again and again. You lift your hips, hovering over him, and he grits his teeth at the loss of contact.

His grip on your hips tightens, trying to pull you back down, but you sit up out of his reach. He thrusts up into you, leaving a smear of precum on the inside of your thigh that glistens in the morning light.

He looks wrecked, flush running down his cheeks to his chest. He can’t sit still, running his hands over your bare skin, pleading with you to do something, please, c’mon. Finally you take mercy on him, gripping the base of his dick and lining it up to where you’re practically dripping. You sink down slowly, feeling the stretch, the way his thighs tense with the effort of holding back.

He bites back a groan and you can’t help but let out a small whimper. He’s so warm and solid and thick inside you–you clench down, just to feel his cock pulse inside you, his fingers digging into the meat of your ass.

“Oh god, please,” he begs. “This’ll be over–fuck–over too quick if you keep doing that.”

“Shit, Marc,” you groan when he shifts his hips, angling the wide head of his cock to catch perfectly on that spongy spot inside you. You roll your hips over him again and again, leaning forward to kiss him. The angle catches your clit just right and you cry out.

“Gonna come on my cock, baby? Go ahead, please, ruin me for anyone else. Never even wanna look at anyone else, yeah, just you. Fuck, you’re–you’re so good to me, feels so good,” he babbles.

Marc shoves his hips up once, twice, reaching down to roll your swollen clit between his fingers. The pressure is so good, exactly what you need and you come with a cry of his name, suddenly.

When you open your eyes again he’s already watching you, a tiny smile on his face that quickly shifts into a look of need when you clench down on him again. You can feel him twitch inside you when you cup your breast in your hand, swirling a finger around your nipple. He groans.

“Please, baby, where do you want it? I can’t–please don’t stop.” He’s staring at the slick leaking out of you onto his dick, the squelch when you lift yourself up and down so loud in the room, a harsh fuck tumbling out of his lips.

“Come in me,” you say, and that’s all it takes for him to throw his head back with a groan, muscles locking as he holds you down on his pulsing cock, letting you feel the surge of warm come deep inside you. You can feel it leak out when you lift yourself with a groan and flop back on the bed.

It’s quiet for a moment as you both catch your breath. He rolls over to face you, cupping your jaw in his hand, kissing you slowly. You melt into his arms, letting his steady breathing lull you back to sleep, and then your eyes fly open and you pull back.

“Maybe don’t, um, tell Steven I was here?”

He gives you a crooked grin, eyes crinkling. “Don’t worry, honey–’m good at keeping secrets.”

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#marc spector fic #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector #moon knight #moon knight fic #marvel fic #steven grant #marc spector smut #this was literally 20 pages in google docs im screaming #literally the longest thing ive ever written lowkey proud of it #listen i just KNOW mr people pleaser marc would beg during sex. idc argue with the wall #lexi writes things

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whoreish-behaviour · 10 months

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Steven Grant + Marc Spector x Reader

Warnings >~< = Hair pulling, mild brat taming

Not proof read

Shutting your eyes, you attempted to breathe normally - anger radiating off you in waves as you sat criss cross on the sofa - gaming controller almost on the brink of breaking in your tight grip.

It's just a game, it's just a game, its-

Marc's scolding words repeating in you head as you (forcefully) dropped the controller on the floor, the satisfying sound of the plastic doing little to ease your frustration.

'Just a game.' You murmured, shutting your eyes momentarily so you didn't have to keep staring at the DEFEAT! on the tv screen.

However, as soon as you reopened them - the anger flew right back.

'Fucking assholes! Spamming the same controls doesn't make you a better player-.' You rambled, face flushing as you felt yourself getting worked up.

'And my stupid fucking team, like seriously-'

'Darlin’?'

You snapped your mouth shut at the sudden voice of Steven, turning your head to look at where he was stood by the front door. He was dressed in his usual oversized attire, brows pinched together.

'You okay there?' His voice was soft, head tilting in that adorable way when he was unsure.

You pursed your lips, one side of you knowing that you should just take your loss and move on. But, you couldn't shake it off, it was too fresh.

'I'm fine.' You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back against the sofa as you looked back to the tv.

DEFEAT! PRESS 'X' TO CONTINUE

You heard Steven's footsteps as he migrated through his apartment, the sound of something heavy dropping on the counter before the tapping of his shoes made their way to you.

You felt slightly stupid for staring at the unmoving tv screen but made no move to change the channel or start a new game.

You felt him loom over you from behind, hand coming up to rub the top of your head lovingly.

'Aw darling, you know its-'

'I know Steven.' You yourself almost winced at the bite in your tone.

He didn't respond, a pregnant pause hanging in the air before he gently removed his hand from your head.

'Okay, well let me know if you-'

'Uh huh.' You cut him off, the rush of being an utter brat going straight to your head.

While Steven was sweet, you also knew that he loved to ring you back and put you in your place - problem was that it took a long time before that switch would set off inside him.

Giving you the perfect open window to let your frustration spew with no consequences.

Uncrossing your arms, you leaned forward and away from Steven to reach for the remote - lips set in a pout.

You weren't expecting the tight grip your hair was succumbed to, fist unforgiving as you were yanked back to your original position, back flat against the sofa.

'That any way to talk to Steven pretty girl?'

You swallowed thickly at the sound of Marc's unmissable American accent, throat bobbing at the sudden nerves racking your body.

'Hm?' He probed, hand pulling your hair even more taught as he leaned down into your space, running his nose over you jaw and then down to your neck.

Your body immediately shut down, Marc's intimidation and dominance usually having that effect on you.

'And now you're ignoring me, just digging yourself a deeper hole.' He reprimanded, using his hold on your hair to give himself more access to your neck.

'I'm sorry.' Your voice was quiet and meek, complete opposite to your earlier coldness.

Shutting your eyes, you accepted your fate when you felt him chuckle into you - lips brushing your skin and making you feel like an exposed nerve.

'No you’re not.' He pulled away, cold air cooling your warming skin.

You gasped, eyes shooting open when the hand in you hair somehow tightened, pulling your head back until it was rested over the edge of the sofa, Marc's displeased upside down face coming into view.

'But you will be sweet girl.'

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thedevilsoftruth · 10 days

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NSFW Mr. Knight hcs for the soul ❤️

sex isn't normally his thing because he doesn't have time for it, but when he does have time for it, he's ruthless and unforgiving.

Keeps a set of rules. Don't call him anything but Mister or Mr. Knight. Oblige to him and what he says or use your safe word if you don't feel comfortable. ( safe word is knight ) it is a sort of master/servant dynamic

Inappropriate usage of ties. He'll blindfold you or gag you if you say something remotely snarky.

gloves on. Sleeves rolled. Pants only pulled down but he'll keep his belt on the nightstand incase he needs to use it.

Sometimes he'll just straight up fuck you in his office. He'll slam you down on the desk and literally just throw everything on his desk on the floor and just go to town on it.

Sometimes he'll also have you sit on his lap while he does his work. He doesn't really talk much, but he touches your thighs a lot( maybe for comfort)and by the time you leave his office, you're legs are wobbly and his desk will have been needed to be wiped down.

Mask on, rolled up to his nose so he can eat you out and kiss you.

Speaking of eating you out, he loves oral sex. Both giving and receiving. He loves to sit back in his chair and make you unzip his pants and suck him off as if you needed it to survive. And in the end, he gets to see your pretty little face covered in his cum.

Balcony sex and car sex are his favorites. Balcony because the moon is out and its cold, and even a little bit as a way to mess with Khonshu and show him how he's dealing with time. Car sex because he can blow off steam before consulting with police or whatever, but also because he has gadgets and toys and his car will just drive him where he wants so he's not wasting time.

This one is really self indugent for me, but he RARELY plays music. The other guys don't, but he has a couple of times, and each time it had been either Depeche Mode or Alice In Chains.

And by the time he's done with you, your thighs will be covered in his scratch marks, shoulders and neck covered in his hickeys and your ass red with his hand prints. His love bites or in other words, his marks so that people know what he did to you.

Even though he fucks you like he hates you, he gives you aftercare like you're the most delicate thing he's ever touched.

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cosmicblogs · 5 months

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#steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant smut #moon knight fanfic #steven grant x you #moon knight 2022 #marc spector moon knight #mr knight #moon knight edit #moon knight fic #moon knight fanart #moon knight comics #marvel moon knight

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thestoriesfold · 10 months

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Question:

Is the Moon Knight fandom still alive? I've got a potential series sitting in my lap atm. I just wanna know if I'm gonna indulge in this alone? It is what it is.

Edit: here y’all go

#moon knight #moon knight system #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant #moon knight series #jake lockely imagine #marc spector imagine #oscar issac characters #oscar issac imagine #oscar issac smut #mr knight #moonknight #oscar isaac x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight x y/n #marc spector x you #marc spector x y/n #steven grant x reader

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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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goaways-stuff · 2 years

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ABC's of Sex with Steven Grant

pairing: Steven Grant x gn! reader (mentions Marc and Jake x reader)

warnings: SMUT. LOTS OF IT. slight switch Steven and Reader, professor kink, hand kink, bondage, virgin! Steven, mentions of mental illness and DID, I believe there's some canon level violence, read at your own risk

Summary: A headcanon style fic about the diff aspects of sex with Steven Grant

A/N: I do not have DID myself, so of there is anything that I get wrong/ any harmful stereotypes please call me out. I have done research on DID and do my best to keep it both accurate to real life as well as the show. But I can still get things wrong, so don't hesitate to point anything out :) I also apologize for any writing mistakes

dividers by @firefly-graphics

A=Aftercare

(what he's like after the deed)

Steven is the king of aftercare. He's littering wherever he can reach with kisses, praising you, thanking you. "Fuck, darling, that was amazing, you're amazing," He'd say. If the two of you are up for it, he'll draw a warm bath. You'd bathe each other off, trading compliments and "I love you's." He would get you a little snack and a drink if you wanted, brushing light kisses over any marks he made, a silent apology even though he knew you loved the marks. If neither of you felt like taking a bath, he'd eventually pull himself away from you and return with two warm washcloths as well as a dry one. He'd clean himself off, then you before drying the both of you. He'd leave once more to put the washcloths in the hamper and return for a final time with water for the both of you. He'd slip back in bed with you, holding you tight, as if he was scared you'd go. You returned his praises from earlier, and the two of you traded many "I love you's" before drifting off to sleep.

B=Body Part

(favorite of his and favorite of yours)

Before meeting you, Steven didn't really have a favorite body part. He didn't really have an accurate picture of himself. He knew what he looked like, but things were just off. After meeting you, he'd truly come to sometimes love his looks. Specifically, his hands. Mostly due to your fascination with them. You'd stare at them as he talked, always holding them or fidgeting with his fingers, and he always let you. He also loved how his hands looked roaming your body, squeezing you ass, or bringing you to pleasure inside you. Honorable mention of his curls. He loves when you play with them and put them up into funny hairstyle and pull at them with his head between your legs.

Steven doesn't think he could answer what his favorite body part of yours is. If he was asked, he'd probably go on a long ramble, saying different body parts and the things he liked about each of them. Nope, he definitely could never choose. He loved your tummy, whether it be chubby or skinny or ripped- it didn't matter to him. He loved your thighs, how they squeezed his head when he would give you head. He loved to lie on his back and use them as pillows while reading on his bed or on the couch. He loves your eyes and how they sparkle when you tell a joke or talk about something your passionate about. He loves your smile, and he loves that very often, he's the cause of that smile. You neck, shoulders, ass, hips, nose, hair- you were perfect in every way to him. He could never ever choose.

C=Cum

(where, how much, what he's like, etc)

Steven is the most vocal of the three when he cums. He moaning, grunting, whining. He's praising you for how good you make him feel, how perfect you are. He'll cum wherever you want him to. Inside, in your mouth, on your face, chest, thighs- wherever. He loves all of them. He cums a lot, like you had never seen a bigger load. He was a bit embarrassed at first, but when you swallowed it all down after sucking him off, he actually became quite proud of it.

D=Dirty Secret

(what was he hiding from you until you found out yourself?)

He likes being in control sometimes. Steven spent his whole life being seen as a pushover, as someone people could walk all over, so when given the chance he will show you how much of a pushover he isn't. Don't get him wrong, he loves when you're more in control sometimes, but others he just wants to fuck you until you're crying his name. He wants to leave his marks on you. Who would ever guess that soft, ever so sweet Steven could be so dominant in bed?

E=Experience

(how much/ little does he have?)

You were Steven's first actually, he had been on some dates, but never anything past a makeout sesh. The first time was a bit awkward, but he was so eager to please you. He would ask what made you feel good, let you guide his hand, whatever he could do to learn. He caught on quickly, Steven was a fast learner after all.

F=Favorite Position

(self explanatory)

It's depends, if you're feeling more in control that day, he loves having you on top of him. Being able to see all of you, he loves being able to grab your ass and guide your hips down on him, unable to stop himself from bucking his hips up into yours. If he is feeling more in control, he'll go for the good ole missionary. He just feels so close to you that way, it makes him feel in control. He can pin your arms down and fuck you a proper way into next Sunday. He can reach down and pleasure you more with his hand. He loves how you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. He also loves seeing your face when you cum. Truly, what gets him off is you getting off. He relishes in your pleasure.

G=Goofy

(is he more goofy or serious in bed?)

Steven has definitely shared some more goofy moments with you in bed, much more than Marc and Jake ever have combined. He's a bit clumsy and has taken a few falls, gotten clothes stuck, and other moments that honestly embarrass him, but make you fall all the more in love with your favorite dork.

H=Hair

(does the carpet match the drapes?)

Since they all share the same body, it's the same for all of them, keep it trimmed and neat- only shaving for special occasions (anniversaries, birthdays, valentine's)

I=Intamacy

(what is his version of intamacy?)

Steven is the most intimate of the three. While Marc and Jake have come a long way, Steven has always had a deep intamacy with you. He's honest about things, wants to share all of what happened to him- tell you everything, and you do the same with him. He loves making love to you telling and showing you how much you mean to him. How much he loves and adores you. He loves hearing every little detail about your day, he'll read you to sleep, come up behind you while you're cooking and rant about how amazing you are. His intamacy extends much beyond the bedroom as it's something he's always longed for.

J=Jack Off

(how, when, where, why does he jack off, if he does?)

Before you, Steven was used to many lonely night with his hand. He would jack off sometimes to keep himself awake, imagining the touch of someone else there with him who loved him despite of what he thought at the time was his sleeping disorder. Now he has you, he doesn't need to jack off- at least by himself. Steven is a pretty big fan of mutual masterbation, but he can't ever keep his hands to himself for too long.

K=Kinks

(what's he into?)

Steven had never really explored his kinks until he met you. He discovered his praise kink, he loved hearing how good he was doing and he returned the same to you. He loves having his hair pulled and sometimes even being tied up. When he's in control, he found out he's what's called a "soft dom." He uses your own pleasure to dominate you, he asks nicely for you to do things for him. He had to admit, he loved seeing you tied up as well, completely at his mercy. He would tell you how pretty you looker for him. He would pleasure you until tears were streaming down your face. "Doing so good for me, baby, so so good. I'm so lucky to have such a sweet little angel, yeah?" Honestly, out of the three of them, you were the best for Steven. To Marc and Jake, you were a big time brat. Smarting off to them, directly disobeying their orders in order to get punished. But with Steven, he just always asked so nicely, making you easily bend to his will. Marc and Jake were honestly a but jealous sometimes about how easily you obeyed Steven, but they also wouldn't trade your brattiness for the world.

L=Location

(where's his favorite place to do it?)

Steven would do it nearly anywhere with you, but his favorite is just the plain old bed in his apartment. It's comfortable, easy to access, and he can fall asleep cuddling you after the deed in it. Though he has to admit, he loved fucking you spread out for him on his desk after you gave him head while he was stuck in a book for an ungodly amount of time.

M=Motivation

(what gets him going?)

Seeing you in his clothes. He had no idea how much that would turn him on. It had been laundry day for you, and you were out of clothes. Lucky for you, Steven's had just come out of the dryer. They were warm and smelled fresh and you found yourself throwing a sweater on with only your last pair of clean underwear. When Steven came home, he swore he nearly creamed his pants at the sight of you. That night, not much sleep was acquired by either of you, and ever since then Steven is constantly letting you wear his clothes, almost to the point where you no longer wear yours.

N=No

(what are his limits?)

Steven could never actually hurt you. He knows that some pain feels good to you, and he's more than willing to do that, but anything to harm you is a no for him.

O=Oral

(is he a giver? a taker?)

Steven is a giver. 100%. He will stay down there as long as you let. Like you will literally have to pull him off of you. He loves feeling your thighs on either side of his head, bringing you pleasure with his mouth. He loves hearing you moan and feeling your body twist and squirm with pleasure. As much as he loves the sights and feelings of you giving him head, he loves giving it to you more.

P=Pace

(how fast, slow, rough, or gentle is he?)

He will go at whatever pace you ask him to. If it's one of those nights where you just need to feel each other abd be in each other's embrace, he'll take it slower, make sweet love to you, show you how much he loves you. Bit as soon as you ask him to go harder or faster, he's right there with you, fucking you into next Sunday.

Q=Quickie

(how's feel about them?)

He's not the biggest fan of them as he prefers to savor the moment and spend as long with you as the both of you can take it, he knows that sometimes a quickie is all either of you can take or have time for. A quickie before a mission also always boosts his confidence.

R=Risk

(is he willing to get a little risky during the frisky?)

He's willing to do nearly anything for you and that includes taking risks in bed. Though, if things don't go exactly how planned, He's profusely apologizing, even if it wasn't his fault. "Oh my God, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, love Are you okay? Shit, I'm sorry. Lemme help you, yeah? You alright?" No matter how many times you tell him that you're okay and that it wasn't his fault he keeps checking in on you, and you can't help but feel so loved by your sweet boy.

S=Stanima

(How long can he go for?)

It completely depends. The first time you had sex, he came in his pants while you dry humped him. He just couldn't help it, you felt so good and looked so hot, it just happened. But he can also stave off his own pleasure and release for quite awhile. He'll work you up and make you cum until you see starts with his mouth, with his hands before finally sinking into. He loves to edge the both of you, stopping when either of you get close until you're both begging for release.

T=Toys

(does he own any for himself? for you?)

He never had any until he met you. With you though, he loves using them to aid in pleasuring you. Whether it be vibrators, cock rings for you or himself, dildos, literally anything you want- he will get it for you.

U=Unfair

(is he a tease?)

Steven is unfair without always knowing it. He talks with his hands and you can't help but watch as you remember how they feel inside you. He'll roll up his sleeves revealing his gorgeous forearms. Turn around and show off that gorgeous ass. He's such a turn on and most of the time he has no idea until you're literally jumping his bones about to lose your mind over how horny you are.

V=Volume

(how loud or quiet is he during the hanky panky?)

Steven is the loudest of the three, especially after learning how much his noises turn you on. You loves sucking him off and hearing his cries of pleasure. His whines of your name. You loved making him so desperate that he would finally lose some of his gentlemanliness and fuck you until you screamed his name. He will praise you with how good you feel. "Oh fuck, you feel so good, love. So good for me, yeah? So fuckin tight around me. Feel good for you?" You're nodding your head frantically as your words have just become swears, pleas, and Steven's name. "Look at you, look so good like this. Fucked dumb, huh?" Steven took notes from Jake and Marc on dirty talking.

W=Wildcard

(Random headcanon about him. Go!)

Steven has a major professor kink. You'll come up to his desk while he's in the middle of his studies of ancient Eygpt, asking him innocently to tell you what he's reading about. That will start one of his long rants. He's using his hands to talk and there's a sparkle in his eyes that's only there when he's talking about something he holds so dearly. It always starts off innocent, but his ramblings of his vast knowledge of Egypt just turn you on and at some point you're looking at him with hungry eyes. You move your hand to his thigh, rubbing it gently as you nod your head along to whatever he's saying, no longer able to actually pay attention. You breathing becomes more labored as you watch is hands, thinking about feeling them all of your body, inside you. When he finally stops for a breath, you take your chance. You look up at him with doe eyes. "Professor Grant, I just don't think I'm getting this part," You say, pointing at whatever book is on his desk. "Do you think we could go over it again?" After that, it's over for Steven. He has you bent over the desk, reading it out loud to him as he fucks you. He doesn't let you cum until you finish the chapter or whatever and makes you start over everytime you stop for an extended period of time or just fuck up a pronunciation of a god's name.

X=X-ray

(what's going on down there?)

Steven is big and thick. Marc is Jewish, so he's most likely circumcised. His cock is a few shades darker than the rest of his tanned skin and the tip is almost purple-ish (especially when he's aroused)

Y=Yearning

(how horny is he?)

Steven is better at hiding it, but he is a horny bastard just like Marc and Jake. He's almost embarrassed every time he gets aroused, but he can't help it around you. All you have to do is walk into a room and he's staring at you in awe, as if you were the most beautiful piece of artwork in existence. And to him- you are. He just can't believe he got so lucky. He's just lil ol' Steven, and you- you're YOU. So yes, he will take you whenever and where ever you want it.

Z=Zzz

(how fast does he fall asleep after the deed?)

Even though it usually wears him slap out, he keeps himself awake for you. He's determined to make sure you're fully taken care of before he succumbs to sleep. Hell- he'll even wait for you to fall asleep before he finally does. This man is the master of keeping himself awake, no matter how tired he is. You of course, reassure him over and over that you're all good, that he needs his rest, but he's always doing just one last thing for you.

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qaxqxd · 6 months

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Kinktober 4

♡: Marc Spector x f!reader

Genre: Smut/fluff

Warning: smut, overstimulating, some somnophilia (with consent ofc), little bit of cock warming, oral 69, British slang, mention of Steven and Jake, aftercare <3

Word Count: 0.9k

A/n: MY BELOVED MOON KNIGHT 🫶

Summary: After a long day the boys come home seeing that you couldn't sleep, he helps you.

It was midnight, and they were still not home. You should have gone to sleep but you just weren't able to.

Ever since you met them. Marc and his other alters, you love very much. It's been different. You couldn't sleep alone anymore.

All the night you sleep with him, huddle up close. The warmth you missed. Missed too much to the point you couldn't sleep without him.

You knew he was working doing his duty and he had the suit. The suit of Khonshu's avatar. The Egypt God of the moon.

So there wouldn't be a way he would badly get hurt or die.

But still you couldn't help but worry. All the missions he has to go through, and all the sinful lives he has to get rid off.

You knew it was for the greater good, but if the greater good was months of no sleep, you would have preferred the greater evil.

And God your body was exhausted but you couldn't sleep. It's just been like that for a few weeks.

You sat on the couch watching TV to kill time. There wasn't anything great on the channel, or maybe because it was midnight.

You just finished a shower, so you threw a t-shirt and underwear on. Since you were too lazy to actually put on pants.

Jake sent a message a while ago, saying that they were gonna come home. A while ago was a day ago.

Not too long, but he has been gone for a good three months.

Click.

You looked over to the front door. There was a crack light and a figure, shaped like your boyfriend.

You didn't know who fronted, but you were too tired to find out.

"Luv?" A sweet British accent was heard. It was Steven, nonetheless. "You're not asleep yet?"

"Nope… Was waiting for you guys." You laid your head on him, you mumbled. "Can't sleep, luv?" Steven kissed your forehead, he held you.

"Nuh uh." You spoke. Steven giggled, "s'that my shirt innit?" He dug his face into your neck, inhaling your scent.

You felt a change of grip. That's when you realized Marc fronted. His hold on you tightens.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting hun." He mumble, pecking you on the lips. That peck turns into a lustful kiss.

Marc laid you down on the couch, his legs in-between yours.

"I'll help you fall asleep to make it up, okay?" He softly whispers to you. You nodded. "Just lemme do it for you."

His kiss trailed down to your thigh. He smirks, realizing you were just in your underwear. He rubs his thumb over the wet spot you had.

You let out a small whimper. He slips off your underwear smoothly. You were wet already under his touch.

He lifted your thigh seeing your wet cunt, he stuck two fingers into your puffed cunt. You let out a lustful moan.

Marc knew you and your sensitive spots. He'd pump his fingers into your small cunt, along with rubbing your clit.

He got you to climax all over his fingers. You rode his fingers to ease your orgasm. Your back arched as you rolled your eyes back into your skull.

Marc chuckled, "Feelin' Good, m?" He kissed your thigh, tracing down to your cunt. You felt his tongue carve into you.

You look down at your cunt. Seeing his eyes connect to yours. He looked hungry, but was willing to share his pleasure.

He knew you too well, all the spot that pleased you the most. His tongue flicked in and out.

You were building up to your second orgasm, as his tongue grinds against you. Your body was exhausted already but it still held on.

As you quickly arrive at your second orgasm. Marc pulled out after, and you heard shuffling around his belt.

Before you felt a warm heat inserted through your slit. You felt a hard cock penetrate you. He slipped in easily to how wet you were.

Your aroused built up, but the body exhaustion wasn't too happy. You closed your eyes.

Marc asked, "Are you tired?" You nodded, "Uh huh… you could continue…" you drift to your slumber.

Marc smiled at you, he kissed your forehead.

He got in positions and started slowly pounding your cunt. You let out moans for every thrust.

Marc let out a string of curses, "Baby, you're so tight." He whispered, knowing you couldn't hear him.

He felt your orgasm, as your pussy squeezed around him. You were so sensitive In your sleep. You moaned.

He carried you to bed to continue.

Marc thrust into you until he got to his orgasm. He pulled out emptying his seed onto you. He thrust back in.

Nesting his cock into your cunt, spooning you. He laid right beside you, and slept.

He was too tired for this.

Jake on the other hand, wanted to clean you up. He fronted and got up.

He ran a bath for you, picking up your fragile and exhausted body. He also goes into the bath.

He brushed your hair out and washed your body as well as his own.

Once he finished cleaning you up, he dressed you in comfortable clothes, and placed you down in your bed gently.

Jake wraps his arms around you, holding you in a tight hug.

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firsttimewriter92 · 1 year

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Steven grant being a soft dom? Make it as nsfw as your heart desires 😁

Dear simpforbritgents, THANK YOU for asking for Steven <3 Perfect timing for the Moon Knight anniversary ;) I feel like there is a criminal lack of fanfiction about this lovely man. Writing him dominant was a little difficult at first but I think I did it. I hope you enjoy my smutty little smut smut. It´s purely indulgent because I just LOVE an anxious gentleman. EXPLICIT. Minors, be GONE!! I apologise for any missinformation about their condition/terminology

Summary: Two idiots in love and an alter that´s had enough of the pining

Word count: 4.757

Warnings: comfort/fluff, kissing, making out, teasing, lovemaking, desperate PinV, no protection (Wrap it up, guys!!!), little angsty, immense fluff

“I´m sorry, love. I´m sorry, I know. I´m late.” Rounding the counter of the gift shop hurriedly, Steven was panting. His ink black hair was slightly plastered to his forehead, little droplets of perspiration gathering at his temple. He gave you an apologetic smile as he kicked his bag underneath the counter. You grinned back mischievously at your best friend, leaning your hip sassily against the countertop and crossing your arms. “Did Marc give you a hard time again?” you asked. His slightly bloodshot eyes went round as saucers and he hissed in a panicked voice “Don´t say that out loud,___. Aside from you, nobody knows about this.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “There´s nobody here yet, Steven, calm down.” He gave you a sour look as you giggled. Steven sighed deeply rubbing his dark circled eyes. “I think the muppet went out drinking last night. I feel proper shit.”

Just as he said it an obnoxious sound reached your ears. The insistent clearing of a throat. “Don´t think I didn’t notice you being late again, Stevie.” Steven closed his eyes in defeat and turned to look at the blond. “Mornin´ Donna.” Her beady eyes shot in your direction for a moment, knowing well you wouldn’t take much of her shit. She usually preferred to berate Steven when you weren’t around. You had no problem snapping back at her the moment she overdid it, especially when it came to your best friend. You were quite fond of Steven. Well, that was a gods damn lie. You were head over heels for the anxious, not knowing how good he looks brit. He didn’t need to know that though. It was wishful thinking even though you´d accepted his issues and tried to help him as best you could. Steven had bigger problems than losing his best friend over silly feelings he didn’t return.

When you noticed that something was up with him and he finally confided in you (after massive arguments with Mark as he told you later), he was so scared you´d deem him a freak and leave. He told you about everything. About Marc and what he had been through. About how he, Steven, came to be. He told you about Konshu and Layla and Harrow, about what happened in Egypt. You went almost crazy when one day he´d just vanished without a trace for days. Steven always said he owed you that explanation. Although he didn’t have to deal with Konshu anymore, Marc, he couldn´t and wouldn´t let go. You understood completely. And yet, you still had to meet Marc in person. Sometimes when Steven knew you wouldn’t have time to spend with him, he´d let Marc take over to spend time with his wife. And every time, Steven came back to work either with a hangover or hickeys scattered across his collarbone and scratch marks down his arms. Those marks hurt. You knew it was Marc and damn it, he was a married man but still…Sometimes you just whished you could mark Steven up just as much. Showing his alter that he was yours, although he wasn’t.

Steven was mortified the first time he connected the dots about these marks and swore by the life of Gus, he couldn’t remember anything. That Marc made sure he would never, ever be involved. Not that Marc´s ego would allow it anyway.

“I really don´t give a rat´s behind what you do all night, Stevie, but come in late one more time and ___ will work the desk alone from now on.” Donna´s head nodded in your direction and you fixed her with a stone cold glare. “It´s Steven, Donna. Ste-ven. One would think an oh so educated career women such as yourself would be able to hold onto that tiny bit of information” you seethed. Donna´s neck turned pink as she gave a sarcastic huff and walked away.

Steven turned to you with a proud smile. “I wish I had the comebacks you have” he said with a crooked grin. You gave him a smirk and leaned closer to him, looking into his glittering dark eyes. “I´ll gladly teach you, my young Padawan.” Steven´s smile widened even more. “Now come on. These highly authentic gummy scarabs aren´t going to sell themselves” you sang.

Steven mind was reeling even after you leaned back into your own space and began restocking the shelves of the gift shop. His heart was beating in his throat manically and once again he cursed his hesitation. He had it bad for you ever since he heard you berate Donna for the first time for calling him Stevie. His heart warmed every time he saw you, his pulse picking up every time he heard you quietly humming to yourself. He had to force his eyes away from your figure every time you wore one of those bloody summer dresses.

Seriously, man, he heard Marc sigh in his head. How many times do I have to tell you? When you´re in front, go for it! Pursue her, for crying out loud. It´s kind of getting old that you´re always just beating it to the thought of her. Steven spluttered some excuse and immediately made a beeline to the employee bathroom. Locking the door behind him he stomped over to the mirror and was met with the reflection of a sly grinning Marc. “Will you stop?!” he hissed, cheeks aflame. Marc rolled his eyes. Come on, Steven. It´s getting pathetic. It´s happening almost every night now. Aren´t you tired of that? Wouldn’t you rather have her panting underneath you, hmm? Her shaking thighs around your waist? Her perky- “Stop talking about her like that!” Steven yelled and immediately gave the door a panicked look. Marc´s reflection lifted his palms in apology. All right, you´re right. That was a bit out of line but, Steven…you´re head over heels for this woman. It´s getting painful to look at. Will you please just talk to her? Take her out on a date? Fuck her senseless so we can sleep again?

Steven groaned as image after image invaded his mind, making his palms sweat. He exhaled a long breath. Of course he knew Marc was right. It was getting a little ridiculous. The way he thought about you when he was pleasuring himself? Pure filth! Every night! He shook his head. “I know” he admitted, looking at Marc in the mirror. “I know I need to do something but…Marc…what if she doesn’t feel the same? I can´t…I can´t lose her, Marc. That would quite literally rip me apart.” Marc´s expression changed from sly to understanding. Nodding and rubbing his face he tried to encourage his brother. I´m not the most sensitive guy anymore, that´s way more up your alley. I see the way she looks at you though. I see Layla´s expressions in her eyes sometimes. If that helps. Steven lifted his head, his eyes big and hopeful. I can give you some tips I guess. But then it´s up to you. You´re not me. She´s not into me. Remember that. The moment her tongue is in your mouth, I´m gone, dude.

“I´d say that´s what I´d expect, yea?” Steven said with a small smile. His stomach was twisting with nerves. He needed Marc´s help to get anywhere with you. And although he was terrified to confess, he was sure he´d burst at the seams any day now if he wouldn’t be able to make his feelings known. It caused him physical pain.

Tonight was movie night. Perfect. He would have to do something tonight, lest he spend this night as well with his hand around his cock, imagining your blissed out face as you came violently around him.

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You knocked on Steven´s door like every Friday night and like every Friday night, Steven opened the door with a smile. Something was different though. It looked like he had just jumped out the shower and your eyes went momentarily wide. Your pulse started to race when your gaze drifted from the water droplets running down his neck to his tousled hair and…the sweatpants. The bloody sweatpants. He didn’t seem to notice your ogling when he turned on his heel and said “Come on in, popcorn´s almost ready, love.”

Shaking your head and trying hard not to look at his firm behind you entered what somehow suddenly felt like a lion’s den. Your skin erupted in goosebumps when you took a look around. You always loved his messy apartment. This time though it seemed like he made some kind of effort. His bed clearly visible in the back was made, the dining table void of any books and notes and….was it warmer in here than usual?

You made your way over to his couch and sat down, stiffer than you usually did. When Steven rounded the bookshelf, bowl of popcorn in hand you had to swallow hard. Was it just your imagination or did his hips swing more than usual? Did he always used to wear shirts that fitted? Since when were his arms this bulgy? Letting your eyes wander shamelessly you also noticed something else. Something lower…something in his sweatpants…Holy bloody hell!

Hastily you averted your eyes. The temperature in your body rising steadily and your breath getting shallower, only one more sentence seemed to form in your brain. He´s not wearing underwear, he´s not wearing underwear, he´s not wearing underwear!!!

Steven plopped down next to you, reaching for the remote. He sat up slightly when he did, set down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and as he sat back down it wasn’t your imagination playing tricks on you. He was much closer now. So close you could feel his scorching heat burn into your thigh, arm and shoulder. What the hell was going on? It´s not like you didn’t enjoy it. On the contrary. Your head was reeling, body pulsing. Slowly you sank deeper into the cushions of his couch, leaning towards him even more.

While the movie was playing, the sensations his closeness invoked were rising and rising. His scent invaded your every breath. Firewood, cotton and something close to caramel. The pressure you felt right between your legs almost became impossible to ignore. With a little groan you tried to rub your legs together as discreetly as you could but….“You alright, love?”

“Huh?” your head whipped towards Steven who was already staring at you. Not looking, staring. His eyes were intense but soft. Unblinking his dark irises were fixed on yours, his nose almost touching yours while your panting breath escaped your lips. “Are you hot?” he whispered. Your eyebrows shot up your forehead. “W-What?” you croaked dryly. “Is it too hot for you in here, darlin´?” His voice was smooth as butter. Quiet and silken. You almost went cross eyed as you tried not to look at his full lips. “A little…maybe” you breathed. Stevens mouth quirked upwards into a grin you hadn’t seen before. A small thought made its way into your foggy brain like a small flickering light. “Let me get you something to cool down then, yea?” As he said it, he leaned in just a tiny bit more, lightly and carefully bumping the tip of his nose with yours.

You kissed breathing goodbye.

The moment he stood up and passed right in front of you, his round cheeks right in front of your face, you knew…you knew he heard how you almost choked on your own saliva. Suddenly that flickering light in your head turned into a lit match.

“Marc!” you said a little too loudly and clambered from the couch. Steven, or Marc, froze into place by the fridge. You walked over to him slowly on shaky legs. You observed how his strong shoulders tensed and his hands clenched and unclenched. “Are you?...Marc?” you asked carefully, standing only 6 feet behind him now. He let out a sigh and let his head hang as he sheepishly turned around. No Marc. This was definitely your Steven. His ears and cheeks were tinted flaming pink when he looked at you with slightly hooded eyes.

“Afraid it´s just me, love” he said, disappointment lacing his baritone voice. Immediately your body reacted to his tone with a sinking feeling in your stomach. “Just….you? Steven, what…?” you took a step towards him. He lifted his hands and ruffled his own still damp hair and groaned. After taking another big, big breath he turned to you fully and looked you square in the eyes. Something aching visible on his beautiful face.

“I´m sorry,___. I asked Marc to help me with this but I think we both went a little overboard. What was I thinking? I´m not bloody smooth. I´m awkward and I babble when I´m nervous which is all the time when I´m around you. It´s a good nervous. Such a good nervous but did I have the bloody balls to do something about it? No. I needed help from my alter that actually gets laid. He told me! He told me `Steven, don´t forget, she´s into you, not me. Don’t try to be me`. And that´s exactly what I did! I´m such a muppet. You´re the only person I ever wanted to impress or cared about what they thought of me. You´re wonderful, you´re strong, you´re beautiful, you´re…you´re…” by the end of his sentence he was breathless. Still staring at you, gauging for your reaction, his eyes looked at you with worry, fear and hope. It was a look that would forever be imprinted into your brain. Especially when you knew immediately that you wanted to take him out of his misery. You smiled at him as warmly as you could and closed more distance.

“Steven, you wonderful man” you said fondly. His eyes blitzed at the compliment. “How could you think that I would want anyone that is not you?” Slowly you raised your hands and encased his face, his eyes wide. His hands twitched when they lifted to your waist. “And just so you know, you are smooth. Very much so, darling. Got me all flustered” you grinned. His shy laugh made your heart sing. Stevens hand slowly moved up and down your sides before he gently pulled you closer until your chests were touching. “You mean that?” he asked, a little uncertainty still lingering in his voice. “Uhum” you nodded your head softly, tilting it a little to brush your nose with his. He took a shaking breath before his grin let his teeth show. “___” he rumbled your name softly. It caused a shiver to run down your spine in the most delicious way. “Can I?”

Softly nodding you closed your eyes contently, his breath fanning your face and your heart going ballistic. The way he pressed his lips to yours was not hesitant or shy. It was a determined encasing of your lower lip. Soft and insistent. A bolt of lightning shot through your body and as he moved one hand to the back of your head opening his mouth to you, a long happy groan escaped you. It was magical the way his lips moved over yours. A hunger you weren’t used to rose in your belly so the moment he introduced his hot tongue into the kiss your arms wound themselves around his neck, pulling him down to you. A surprised breath escaped him but he didn’t stop. His arm wound around the small of your back, lifting you momentarily.

His tongue gliding over yours made your head foggy yet again. “Steven” you mumbled against his mouth. “Steven…more.” He groaned long and deep. “My pleasure, love” he said happily. You yelped when he scooted down and quite literally threw you over his shoulder, walking briskly over to his bed. Giggling like a maniac he threw you onto the mattress and quickly made his way above you. Swallowing hard you looked at his smiling face. His eyes even darker now, his lips kiss swollen and shining. His elbows held him up while you slowly opened your legs to make room for his narrow hips. Snuggling closer he started pecking your face and neck lightly and lovingly. “Sweet, sweet girl. Been dreaming of this so much. You´re so soft, my love. So warm.” His mumbled praises went right to your nether regions and you could feel your panties dampen. His weight between your legs was comforting and arousing at the same time. Your hands glided over his shoulders and down his chest as he started suckling your neck. “Steven….Steven, please” you said with a whine and arched your back into him.

“Please what, love? Come on, birdie. Use your words.” His confidence sparked something in you. “Please. I want you, Steven. Want to feel you.” He chuckled and grazed his teeth against your jaw, making you shiver and grab onto the hem of his shirt, tugging. It came off in a second, carelessly thrown over his shoulder. Forget damp panties, they were proper drenched now by the sight of his toned chest and shoulders. “Fuck” you huffed and let your hands wander. His fiery gaze raked over your heaving chest. “Your turn, birdie.” Nodding quickly he helped you get rid of your shirt and bra. Once your breasts were freed he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. His tongue poked out to wet his lips. “Heavens, please. Please let me put my mouth on you” he panted. You only had time to nod once before he surged down and carefully and languidly sucked one nipple into his mouth.

Again you felt a bolt surge down your body and a long moan escaped your lips. Your hips lifted towards him and now you could clearly feel his arousal pressing insistently against your pussy. “Shit” he rasped against your chest, switching to the other nipple. His hand splayed out over the small of your back and quite literally yanked you upwards while grinding against you. A long, ragged groan mixed with your own high pitched sigh created a melody only you and him were able to compose.

Sweat started to coat your body as he was still grinding, suckling and grabbing every slither of naked skin he could find. All your thoughts were occupied by him. The sweet scent of arousal, sweat and him invaded your nose and brain unlike anything you´d ever experienced. “You´re a dream come true” Steve panted, lifting his head and looking at you like you were everything he´d ever wanted. A feeling of overwhelming fondness and attraction tightened your chest and very specific words formed on your tongue. Too occupied with the sensation of his hard cock rubbing just right against the already wet patch on your pants, the words just spilled. “Fuck, Steven. Feels so good, don’t stop, please. I love you.”

His mouth stopped abusing your nipple. Within a second his eyes were trained on yours. Blown wide open he stared at you. “Say it again” he said lowly. “Say it again, please.” You could hear the pleading in his voice. Swallowing hard, your hands moved to the back of his neck and played with his luscious curls. “I love you” you whispered.

Like a dam breaking you saw his eyes water slightly, an incredulous breath bubbling up from his chest. In a second he was on you. Kissing you like a man starved, moving his hips more insistently against you. You threw your head back before you could think too much about the fact that he hadn´t said it back yet. “Darling,” he panted. “Little bird, you have no idea how much I…How often I dreamt of those words. Please let me have you, please, please.” You were sure you were going cross eyed at this point. With a rushing in your ears you clung to him. “Want you in me. Steven, please. Now. Want you so much.”

The last bit of his restraint snapped and with a feral growl he basically clawed the rest of your clothes off of you. Completely bare to him you reached out and pushed down his sweatpants. Quickly he wriggled out of them, kind of awkwardly but none of you could mind it that much.

“You sure?” he grunted while grabbing his cock an tugging on it. “Steven, I swear to everything that is holy, if you don’t fill me up right this second I´m going to lose my mind!” He grinned and grabbed your thighs in a vice like grip, yanking you towards him. “C´ mere then, little bird” he said.

Not waiting for any preparation, just pure lust and desperation to feel each other fuelling you, he grabbed the backsides of your thighs and pushed them back and further apart. Situating himself between them he took his dick into his hand and guided it to your entrance. “Little bird” he breathed raggedly when he pushed himself into you.

“Gods, Steven” you choked out as he bottomed out. Clawing at his back squirming you needed a minute to adjust. He stilled and screwed his eyes shut in concentration. “Don’t move, my love” he pressed out. “Don’t move. I´m goin´ to cum, fuck.” You tried to stay as still as you could but the sensation of his pulsing dick inside of you made it a herculean task. Little desperate whimpers left your mouth as you stared up at his face. His eyebrows were still pinched, his jaw set. When he opened his eyes again they immediately locked on yours. Your hands made their way onto his back, splaying out and clearly feeling the goosebumps there. A shudder ran down his curved spine as he leaned over you more, never breaking eye contact.

“I love you, too” he whispered, stroking your cheek. “I love you so damn much, my bird.” The breath you didn’t notice you were holding escaped your lungs in a rush. As you pulled him down to you yet again his weight settled perfectly on top of you. Steven kissed you while he started moving his hips again and a sensation unlike anything you´d ever felt rocked your body up into his.

“Steven” you mumbled, pressing his face closer to your collarbone. Chuckling lightly he hummed to let you know he was listening. “What-What are you doing to me? You feel so fucking good. Oh, oh fuck.” You could feel how your comments affected him and his determination to make you feel as good as possible. He whines low in his throat, licking one broad stripe up your neck to the underside of your ear. His hot breath fanning the shell of your hear he panted. “I almost came just by entering your beautiful, wet pussy. You´re perfect for me. Just for me. Mine.” His last word was punctuated with a sharp thrust into your hips making you yelp and claw at his back.

“Fuck! Do that again. Steven, move. Please.” He didn’t hesitate and started moving quicker on top of you, holding you in his arms. Burying his face into your neck, moaning, he grinded his pelvis against you in a way that definitely made you cross eyed this time. Your mouth was wide open, your head thrown back and one hand fisted in the soft sheets below you.

“Y-Yours” you managed to croak out as another high pitched moan escaped you. His dick reaching a spot inside you that made your vision blurry from tears. “Mine” Steven panted above you. When your vision zeroed in on his face again he looked magnificent. Sweat was beading on his forehead, his eyes were as black as his hair that lay tousled against his head. His eyes bore an intensity that made your stomach clench and the low simmer of your orgasm erupted into a boiling inevitability.

“You´re mine,___” he said as he looked into your hooded eyes. He lifted a hand and placed it on your jaw, lightly grabbing your chin and tilting your face up to his even more. “Say it” he said with another pressure filled grind of his hips. “Say you´re mine and I´ll let you cum.”

“I´m yours, Steven. Always have been. Fuck, I don’t want anybody else. Please, baby, please, I wanna cum.” The tears that fell down the sides of your face were captured by his lips. “Okey, baby” he said with a sly smile and went up on his hands, positioning himself for the last stretch. “Hold on to me, birdy.” Your arms went around his neck without thinking what he might have warned you about.

You found out the next second.

Steven wasn´t the biggest you´ve ever had but by far the one who knew best how to use the movement of his hips. He didn´t push in what didn’t need to be pushed and didn’t bruise the underside of your thighs. He moved his lower body into you in naturally flowing motions that made your brain stop sending important messages to your body like breathing. As his hips picked up speed and his groans above you became more voluminous you again felt your orgasm approaching further.

“___, fuck. Hmmm, fuck, little one. That´s it. Can feel you´re close. Come on, sweetheart. ´M right behind you. Let me have it, give it to me!”

“Steven, oh gods…I´m so close. Please. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!” Almost each of your words was spiralled higher by his hips, his hot dick and his grabbing hands on your ribs and shoulder. You felt your whole body clench. Your knees pulled up and back further to make his dick slip in further with each stroke, your arms around his wide shoulders pressing him further into you.

“That´s it! That´s it!” he groaned and started quite literally fucking you into the mattress. Only a few moments later your hazy brain registered how your mouth opened and a short, delicious scream came from your throat. Your body seized all movement before you began shaking. The pleasure that surged through your veins shot into every corner of your body. From your toes to your scalp your skin was buzzing and burning. “Steven” you whined and grabbed his hair. “St-Steve-hnnn, oh my gods. Fuck, yes. Yes, don’t stop! I´m cumming, I´m cumming, Steven. Fuck. Shit….Arrrhhgg!”

“Fuuuuuuck, little bird, you´re so gorgeous. Come on, baby, just a little more for me. Ughhn, that´s right. Clench around me again. Goin´ to fill you up so good. Leave your marks on me” Steven was almost babbling as helplessly as you as he gave you these demands. Through the sheen of red and golden flecks dancing over your blurred vision you turned your head and as you lover was desperately rutting into you, you bit his neck right underneath his ear.

Stevens hand shot out to hold onto the bookshelf behind his bed as a masterfully sinful moan passed his lips and his orgasm took him. “Yes! Yes! Yes, baby, so good. So damn good. Fuckin´ ell, ahh!”

A few more rolls of his hips until his ragged breath calmed a little. With one last whiny groan he collapsed onto you.

After several minutes of heavy breathing, little kisses, nips and licks to necks and faces, the both of you lay in each other´s arms, facing each other. Steven had gotten up for only a minute to get a wet cloth from the bathroom to clean you up and after, pulled a sheet over your still slightly shivering bodies. “We sweat a little. Don’t want you to catch a cold just laying here.”

Your hand moved over his back slowly as your eyes grew heavier and heavier. You heard Steven chuckling lovingly, gracing your forehead with several little pecks before whispering. “Sleep, lovie. I´ll be right here when you wake up. Relax, I´ve got you. I love you.”

You couldn’t help the content sigh that left you before you mumbled “I love you too”. He guided your head into the crook of his neck, snuggling you as close as he could. Did you sweat? Yes. Did your bodies still carry the scent of your lovemaking? Yes. Did either of you care? No.

Would you look at that, Steven! You did it. Atta boy.

Steven rolled his eyes when he heard Marc´s voice but couldn’t contain the happy, dorky grin that split his lips as he cuddled your evenly breathing body.

“Shut up, Marc” he whispered as quietly as he could.

Apparently not quiet enough. He could feel your lips move against his throat when you mumbled the words that made him giggle with happiness and pride.

“Yeah, shut up, Marc.”

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