#Steven grant x reader

[h4untedsp3ctor]

EXCUSE ME THIS IS SO 😳😳😳

STEVEN GRANT day 3 (05, oct) — thigh fucking

18+ fem!reader, 260 words. mdni!!

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Steven hovers atop, his cock grazing heavily along your stomach, the slight desperate motion of his kissing making him grind up against you. He has an eager hand cupped around one of your tits, his fingers almost pawing at you – his hold like a physical testament of his self-control. His other flat on the bed beside your head, scrunching the sheets, his weight propped on his bent arm.

You reach between yourselves and wrap your fingers around him, holding onto his dick you guide him between your thighs. Only this time, you don’t open your legs, instead you clamp them together – purposely pressing the inners of your thighs to one another. 

He eases himself into the tightness of your thighs, his little hump-like motions pushing his dick further into the warmth. He mutters against your lips, the sound incoherent as it muffles into your mouth.

You pull your head back, breaking from the kiss as if you were silently asking him to repeat himself.

“Good,” he pants, the word faint. His forehead pressing against yours, the tips of your noses bumping with the short thrusts of his hips. “Feels really good.”

“I know it does,” you whisper, snaking a hand up the back of his head, fingers raking through the dark curls.

Your other reaches down to his ass, palm laying flat on a cheek as you help him with the wind — wordlessly encouraging him.

His moans are delicate, like they’re whimpers. The sounds strangled and strained with his gentle humping, each noise soft between the closeness of your mouths. 

⎯ ☆ ⎯

[lokischickadee]

I think what's funniest about this moment was the fact that this mf was in the middle of fighting a jackal and still had the time to make up a rhyme for his name🤣🤣🤣

[marksbear2]

Steven Grant x Male reader

I lowkey just watched the first season of bridgerton and I loved it 😫. So I wanted to write a confession somewhat how they do in Bridgerton so I did.

“Can I say something?”

Steven Grant had always been a peculiar man, and you adored him for it. From the moment you met at the British Museum—he working in the gift shop, you there to research ancient Egyptian artifacts—you were drawn to his quiet brilliance and his rambling charm. Over time, casual chats about scarabs and pharaohs turned into late-night tea at his flat, and you’d grown to care for him in ways you never anticipated.

The problem was, Steven Grant didn’t see himself the way you did.

He thought of himself as awkward, forgettable—a background character in a story too grand for him to star in. But to you, he was the sun, the stars, the constellations in between. Every glance, every shy smile made your heart ache with a longing you could barely contain.

And yet, you had held your tongue. You told yourself Steven deserved to heal first, to learn to love himself before someone else could love him. But lately, the weight of your unspoken affection had grown unbearable. So now, here you stood, beneath the soft glow of his modest London flat’s dim lamp, your heartbeat thundering in your chest as Steven offered you a cup of tea.

“Here you go, mate,” he said, oblivious as always to the storm raging inside you. His brown eyes shone with warmth, even as they darted nervously to his teacup. “I, uh… didn’t have the fancy kind you like. Just Earl Grey.”

“Thank you, Steven,” you murmured, clutching the cup tightly.

For a moment, there was only the sound of rain pattering against the window, and you took a deep breath. The words danced on the tip of your tongue, and finally, they tumbled free.

“Steven,” you began, your voice low and trembling, “I have something I need to say.”

He looked up, his brows furrowed with concern. “Everything alright?”

You set the tea down, unable to bear the barrier between you any longer. “No, Steven. Nothing is alright. Not when I’ve spent the last year pretending I don’t feel what I feel every time I look at you.”

Steven blinked, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “W-What do you mean?”

You took a step closer, your heart pounding like a war drum. “You’re brilliant, Steven. You’re kind and funny and so full of wonder that it makes my chest ache. And for so long, I’ve tried to bury this because I thought you deserved more—someone more put together, less complicated. But I can’t do it anymore. I love you, Steven. Madly, hopelessly. I love you in ways that words can hardly capture.”

Steven’s eyes widened, his lips parting in shock. You forged ahead, every word a balm to the ache that had built inside you. “I love you the way the poets write about,” you continued, your voice thick with emotion. “The way one loves a sunrise after endless darkness. You’ve made my life brighter, Steven, and even if you never feel the same, I need you to know that you are extraordinary.”

For a long moment, the room was silent. Then Steven stood, setting his cup aside with shaking hands.

“You… you love me?” he whispered, as though the very idea was impossible.

“Yes, Steven,” you said, your voice softer now. “With every fiber of my being.”

Steven let out a breathless laugh, his hands running through his messy curls. “I don’t—I mean, bloody hell, I don’t know what to say. No one’s ever said something like that to me before.” You smiled faintly, your chest tight. “You don’t have to say anything. I just needed you to know.”

But then Steven surprised you. Tentatively, he reached for your hand, his fingers warm and trembling as they slid over yours.

“I… I don’t know if I deserve all that,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “But if someone like you thinks I do… maybe you’re right. And maybe… I feel the same.”

Your breath caught. “You do?”

Steven’s laugh was shaky but genuine. “Yeah. I think I do.”

And as the rain continued to fall, Steven Grant—your Steven—smiled at you in a way that made the world feel infinite. You had waited so long for this moment, and it was more beautiful than you could have ever dreamed.

[adoredawn]

i need to interact with more people on here jfc, reblog or comment or wtv if you write for or read any of these

[emma23]

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The steady hum of the car's engine buzzed softly in Y/N’s ears as she peered out the passenger window. The warm glow of streetlights filtered through the glass, creating streaks of light on Steven’s focused face. His knuckles gripped the steering wheel tightly, and he seemed unusually quiet. Then again, it wasn’t every day that someone asked you to crash at their place because your apartment’s plumbing had decided to flood catastrophically.

“Thanks again for this, Steven. I really appreciate it,” Y/N said, breaking the silence.

“’Course,” he replied, though his eyes remained glued to the road. “You’d do the same for me, yeah?”

She smiled, appreciating his earnestness. What Steven didn’t realize was that sharing his space might be more of a risk for her than him. After years of their close friendship, she’d come to terms with a frustrating truth: she had a hopeless crush on him. Well—on all of them, really. Marc with his brooding intensity, Jake with his infuriating confidence, and Steven with his sweet, unassuming charm. It was a package deal that complicated things in ways she never expected.

The flat was cozy, as always. Books were scattered everywhere, and there were faint traces of Steven’s scent—something warm and earthy—lingering in the air. She tried not to linger too much on those thoughts, reminding herself to stay grounded.

But then he showed her the sleeping arrangement.

“The sofa?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, the bed’s, uh…” Steven scratched the back of his neck. “It’s not very big, is it? And the sofa’s a bit lumpy…” His voice trailed off, cheeks tinged pink.

“So, we’re… sharing?”

Steven stammered. “Not that I mind, of course! I just thought—you know, practical solution, innit?”

She narrowed her eyes playfully, arms crossed. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”

The bed was definitely not big enough.

“Steven,” she hissed, feeling his elbow jab into her side.

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled, shifting awkwardly.

“Maybe if you just stayed still…”

“Right. Got it. Perfectly still.”

It lasted all of five seconds before he bumped her again, this time with his knee.

Y/N groaned. “Okay, ground rules. You stay on your side, and I’ll stay on mine.”

“Deal.”

For a while, it was quiet. Too quiet. Then came the voice she wasn’t expecting.

“Y/N,” Marc said, his tone low and slightly amused.

Her heart skipped a beat. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Steven’s not doing so great with the whole ‘don’t move’ thing, is he?” Marc’s smirk was practically audible.

“Not really.”

“Want me to take over?” he offered, voice tinged with mischief.

Y/N hesitated, biting her lip. “Will you actually behave, or is this just an excuse to make things worse?”

“No promises.”

It was sometime after midnight when she woke to find the space between them nonexistent. Jake had taken over without a word, his arm draped casually over her waist as if it belonged there.

“Jake,” she whispered, nudging him.

“Hmm?” he mumbled, clearly half-asleep.

“This is crossing the line.”

“No it’s not,” he replied, voice low and gravelly.

“It is, and you know it.”

He opened one eye, a mischievous gleam in it. “You’re warm. I’m comfortable. Seems like a win-win.”

Her cheeks flushed. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, shifting closer. “But you like me that way.”

She couldn’t argue with that, though she tried her best to suppress the flutter in her chest.

By morning, Steven was back, sheepish as ever.

“So, um… about last night,” he began, fiddling nervously with the hem of his shirt.

“What about it?” Y/N asked, feigning nonchalance as she poured herself a cup of tea.

“Well, Marc says I was awful at keeping to my side, and Jake…” He trailed off, his cheeks flaming. “Did Jake really—?”

“Cuddle me like a teddy bear? Yep.”

Steven looked mortified, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m so sorry—”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s fine, Steven. Really.”

“Right, right,” he muttered, though he still wouldn’t meet her gaze.

There was a pause before he blurted out, “Would it… be so bad, though?”

Her brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“If we… you know, weren’t just friends.”

The room felt suddenly smaller, the air thick with unspoken tension.

“What are you saying, Steven?”

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage. “I’m saying I’ve fancied you for ages, Y/N. And Marc and Jake—well, they’re on board too, so…”

Her eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

After an awkward, stammer-filled confession and a series of chaotic interjections from Marc and Jake, Y/N finally let out an exasperated sigh.

“Your father probably thinks we slept together,” she muttered.

“We did,” Steven said innocently.

“No, I mean… had sex,” she clarified, her voice dropping.

Steven’s cheeks turned bright red, but Marc’s voice cut through the silence. “Would that be so bad?”

She glared at him. “You’re not helping.”

Jake chuckled from somewhere in the back of her mind. “I think she’s more flustered than Steven.”

And maybe she was. But as she looked at Steven—sweet, awkward Steven—and thought of all the chaos they’d endured together, she realized something.

“Fine,” she said finally. “But if this goes wrong, it’s your fault.”

Steven blinked. “Wait—does that mean…?”

She smirked, leaning in close. “You’re lucky I like you.”

Jake’s laugh echoed in her mind as Marc muttered something sarcastic. But for once, Y/N didn’t mind the chaos.

“Great,” Jake quipped. “Now, can we all agree I get first dibs on movie night.”

[just-a-little-nut]

I wanna sit in their lap and give 'em gentle kisses on their face and hands.

Caress their cheek, maybe even switch and let them lay down on my lap while I scratch their head and back.

I just want that stereotypical gentle domestic fluff. Just a tiny piece.

[l0caltiredgirl]

when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

[itshelia]

My mom to her friends, my aunts, and literally everyone she knows: Yeah, my kid is so smart. She is on her phone a lot of the time, but it's not like you guys think, She is not like how kids nowadays are, She reads a lot of books on her phone!!

Me, a fanfic reader who can survive off nothing but just words and day dreams herself to sleep:

[theshamelesssimp]

When you're reading a fanfic and suddenly the reader has a name

[thatboisus]

yall ever read a fanfic so majestic it completely altered your entire life

[mymoonsight]

Reposting a comment I made on a post and adding to it

x Reader fics need to handle writing “reader” better sometimes

As a 6ft afab person who’s built like a man and has never been super feminine and has a more unique haircut that’s shorter I hate to read about “readers” petite, small, pale body and her “long flowy straight hair”, etc.

Reader is meant to be ambiguous!! And if it’s important to the plot please mention it at the beginning!!! If it’s not important to the plot why is it being included???

Some people who are reading may be tall, fat, skinny, short, or even somewhere in between. The readers could have a hijab, 4c hair, locks, braids, long hair, short hair, wavy, no hair and even more.

Stop making all readers so sweet and innocent, I want a reader who’s petty and sassy sometimes. I’ve noticed also that so many readers are either too baby to do anything or over powered.

Personally I also hate reading about obviously toxic men and relationships that the reader goes back to because they are “so in love”, like no please let me deck that sucker and leave them in the dust and be happier.

Also, if you label your post with the tag “___ x reader” or titled with “___ x reader” and then make descriptions and then ADD A NAME!!! It’s not an x reader fic and I heavily want to block you.

Edit:

Hey hello! I just wanted to add that I heavily respect and love fic writers! So many have a talent that I will never reach or have and I appreciate your content being put out at all! I made this post as a 5 am ramble and was half delirious lol

People can write as they please and I’ll ignore it if I’m not interested or I’ll make slight internal edits to fit me if I am

[lokischickadee]

LOOK AT MY BABY!!!!!!🥺🥺🥺

[aphrcdites]

“not all men”

you’re right, my favorite fictional character would never.

[eyelessfaces]

hell yeah

[corinthianism]

corinthianism's fic recs

here are my personal favorite fanfics! idk how often i'll update this, but i hope you like them as much as i do :) *indicates smut

last updated: march 26, 2024

MARVEL

loki laufeyson - from the void, with love — by whirlybirbs (my fav fanfic of all time!!! i think about this fic several times in a day bro) - riptide — by starks-hero - the tailor* (series) — by birdofhermes (ao3) - time after time (series) — by goldencherriess (ao3) - a friend from work — by cozy_the_overlord (ao3)

thor odinson - god of fertility* (request) — by charnelhouse - highway don't care (but i do, i do)* (part one, part two, part three) — by spacelabrathor

peter parker (andrew garfield) - agree to disagree — by delicate-dorothea - nerdy peter (request) — by webslingingslasher - good boy x bad girl trope (request) — by webslingingslasher - hold you here, my loveliest friend* — by p3mybeloved - your friendly neighborhood sensitive spider* — by jin0 - glad you're home — by withahappyrefrain - the mechanics of a soul — by irndad - 3 is the magic number* — by withahappyrefrain - crush — by ptersparkers - as it goes — by forever-rogue - here comes the sun (part one, part two, part three) — by withahappyrefrain - stability, reciprocity, and a romance for the ages (series) — by privateanxieties (ao3 - need an account to read)

steven grant (moon knight) - hold me close — by stormkobra-5 - gift of min* — by astroboots - puzzles* — by stormkobra-5 - first time* — by luvpedropascal - domestic adonis* — by peterman-spideyparker - where it starts — by silversweetpea - fallen from heaven, grown on earth* (series) — by davosmymaster (ao3) - call me poe* — by kittyfandom (ao3) - elemental — by batsingotham (ao3) - the boy with the thorn in his side — by eating_flowers (ao3)

marc spector (moon knight) - not him — by loud-mouth-loser - it's worth it, it's divine* — by the-archxr - i'm getting to know someone — by davosmymaster (ao3)

wade wilson (deadpool) - tea and sympathy (series) — by bucketsoffrogs (ao3)

SHERLOCK (BBC)

sherlock holmes - your hidden strength — by okay-j-hannah - sublime dexterity* (part one, part two) — by daydreamtofiction - literally everything by starks-hero

SUPERNATURAL

sam winchester - playing house (part one, part two) — by uncouth-the-fifth - baby i'll stay (heaven can wait) — by uncouth-the-fifth - move over.* — by ggwritesstuff - where's your head at?* — by beau55515 - birthdays: sam winchester style* — by karleekarma (ao3) - the comforts of home — by zepskies - under the hood* — by shawslut

dean winchester - whether you like it or not — by kbeautimous (ao3) - reading you wrong — by zepskies - cherished — by thatonewriter15 (ao3) - soft touch — by wearywinchester - i love her, that's why* — by kaleldobrev - drivin' me crazy* — by lis-likes-fics

castiel - salt n' lick* — by aperfectgrace (ao3) - a bite of apple pie (series) — by ac_deanc (ao3)

THE SANDMAN

the corinthian - bring me a dream* (series, ongoing) — by placeinthemiddleofnowhere - nihil — by lis-likes-fics

dream/morpheus - sweet dreams (are made of this) — by stranger-nightmare

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner - from eden — by heliotropehotch - gold star — by honeypiehotchner - love, an abstract concept — by luveline - honeymoon phase* (series) — by hotchsbitch (ao3)

THE BOYS

soldier boy (he's absolutely horrible but so. so. hot.) - break me down* (series) — by zepskies (go read their other stuff too!) - talk to me — by zepskies

homelander (also absolutely horrible. would sleep with him.) - if i can't have you — by watchstarscollide - milky white* — by after-witch

GAME OF THRONES

jaime lannister - i'm not made by design — by ichorai (this legitimately changed my brain chemistry)

STAR WARS

obi-wan kenobi - like turning on the light* — by full-time-make-believer (deactivated acc) (this also changed the trajectory of my life) - where it wasn't* — by 221bshrlocked - your thoughts are loud — by spidersbane - empty me out* — by 221bshrlocked - house of memories* (series) — by meshlasolus - bad idea, right?* (series) — by mischiefling (ao3) - you make me feel like dancing — by saradika (ao3) - it's a wonderful lie — by firstofficerwiggles (ao3) - temptation's kiss — by karasong (ao3) - you make my dreams* — by wickedscribbles (ao3) - like a living mirage — by karasong (ao3) - broken drought* — by rosalindbeatrice (ao3) - never grow up — by doihavetoloseyoutoo (ao3) - never ending story — by kybercrystal (ao3) - volveré* — by kxnobi (ao3)

din djarin (the mandalorian) - the savior* (part one, part two, part three) — by dindjiarin - significant — by softlyspector - touching din — by archieimagines - uncharted territory* — by pedrito-friskito - creed* — by wheresarizona - home is wherever i'm with you* (part one, part two, part three) — by saradika

DRACULA (BBC)

count dracula - the székely* (series) — by theplumsoldier

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

thranduil oropherion - a boon* (series) — by inksplots (ao3) - beauty and the beast (series) — by tamurilofrivendell (ao3)

DOCTOR SLEEP

dan torrance - of monsters and men* — by helaintoloki & obitwo - domestic life (headcanons) — by thornsinmycrown - smut alphabet* — by daincrediblegg

[luffyssa]