#Steven grant x reader

[bowie-frommars]

THIS IS WHAT HE'S DOING WHEN HE ISN'T HARASSING OUR BOYS??!

[buckyssugarchick]

Moon Knight: Deleted Scene “Don’t Go There”.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Meltdown

Steven Grant x gn!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Summary: Steven's had a bad day.

A/N: For @cosmic-kid-in-motion & @romanarose's Disability Visibility Event.

Warnings: Steven having a meltdown, sensory overload, (I know a lot of people experience this differently, I'm just heavily going off what I experience), reader is not in the fic very much, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 686

The door bangs against the wall as it opens, the sound is jarring. Too loud as it rings out and rattles up Steven’s spine. He flinches, his hands automatically covering his ears as he presses his palms against his head. 

He pushes too hard, much harder than he needs to, but he can’t stop. Can’t lessen his strength. If it tries hard enough, he’ll be able to shove them into his brain and squeeze it dry. 

Tears sting his eyes, pressure building along his shoulders and bending his back under its weight. He needs to curl up and shut everything out. 

He manages to close the front door, lock it, before he throws his back and jacket to the floor, stripping quickly. His jeans rub. Painful and heavy and itchy and it just wants to shred the fabric into tiny fucking pieces. The seams are made of glass, cutting into his skin and irritating him the whole journey home. 

His shirt is the wrong material. Too stiff and cold, it made his skin shiver and sweat, and now it just stuck to him in the wrong places. He tears it off too, leaving him in his boxers and socks as he rushes to the bed. 

The tears are starting to fall. He hates that. Hates that it’s happening. Hates that he can’t stop them. Hates how babish it is and why can’t he just get a fucking grip? Why can’t he just get over things? Why does the smallest, most insignificant stuff upset him so badly that he can’t even fucking function for the journey home? 

He’s shivering, the action replaying on repeat and annoying him even more. He rubs his fingers together, pressing as hard as he can over and over. This action is soothing. Or at least it would be, if everything wasn’t already so much. 

Quickly, he climbs into bed, wrapping himself up in the blanket as tightly as he can like a cocoon. He covers his head and then presses his face into the pillow, laying on his stomach awkwardly with his arms pinned to his sides. Like he was in a tomb. 

He’s uncomfortable, it aches. But the sensation is different, controlled. He is in control. His heart thuds in his chest, racing way too fast and making nausea build in his throat. 

Laying like this makes him lightheaded, like he can’t take a full breath of air. But it’s preferable. He can pretend that he’s doing it. That it’s the position that’s squeezing his lungs and robbing him of oxygen. Nothing else. Nothing else. Nothing fucking else. 

If he can just get to sleep. Just for a little while. Ten minutes. Then he’ll be okay. This will be over. Tears won’t be soaking into the pillow. His skin won’t be burning and everything won’t be so fucking loud that he wants to rip his flesh off. 

Your keys are too loud in the lock. They jingle, piercing his ears and making him want to scream. 

Your footsteps echo. Like thunder, rain pouring down and soaking the earth and if he can’t just have fucking five minutes to himself to fucking be quiet and deal and just fucking-

“Steven?” Your voice is worried. Sweet. And normally it would be so welcome, it wouldn’t put his teeth on edge like he had an exposed root. 

He says nothing. Nothing. 

But somehow… you seem to know. 

He drifts off at some point, unsure of the exact point when. But when he wakes you must have put your weighted blanket on top of him, the heaviness of it is comforting, encompassing. 

There’s a cup of tea on the side table, in the cute thermo cup with hieroglyphics that you bought him last month to keep it warm. There are biscuits on a side plate, too. 

As he sits up, he can see that his clothes have been put in the laundry basket, his bag on the hook by the door. 

He smiles slightly, his limbs heavy like he’d just run a few marathons. Lightly, he rubs his fingers against his thumbs. The action soothing.

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[nocturnewidow]

HIII ~~ :D

Your blog is so pretty!

I read your post about the different love languages of the Moon Knight boys, and I wonder — how you would interpret what kind of affection would give them the shivers? (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

Imagine Steven shuddering from you tracing his ear lightly as he runs his mouth on and on about Egyptian hieroglyphics AAAA ~~

Just a suggestion! :>

Love,

-CH

AAHH OMG tysm CH !! ^_^

I def got you with this,, dont even worry ml <33

The different moonknights and what affections would give them shivers,,

Steven Grant ⋆˙⟡

The spot that makes him the most flustered is behind his ears,, especially when you trace your fingers lightly or lean in and kiss there while he’s distracted.

He always gets goosebumps and tries to pretend he didn’t just melt like a Victorian maiden, but the way his voice wobbles gives him away every time. He’s just so soft, ^_^ He calls you “love” in that gentle, reverent tone like the word itself is sacred ⋆˚࿔

Think about this ,, He’s rambling animated hands and everything about Osiris and the Book of the Dead, pacing a little in front of the bookshelf. You’re curled on the couch, chin in your hand, watching him with a fond little smile. Absentmindedly, you reach up and tug him down by his sleeve, brushing your lips just under his ear. He stutters mid-sentence.

"A-and that's why the... the... um."

"What?" you grin. "You were saying something about divine judgment?"

He clears his throat, flustered. "Y-you're divine, love. That's what I meant."

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Marc Spector ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

The small of his back is his spot that makes him flustered,, He acts all tough, all stoic mercenary vibes, but the second your fingers slip under his shirt and ghost over that spot?

He flinches. His breath hitches. He tries to pass it off like nothing happened, but you know. (And now you use it.)

He calls you “baby” when he’s feeling casual, but when it’s just the two of you, quiet and honest, it slips into “sweetheart.”

think about it,, you're sitting side by side on the floor of the training room, sweaty and catching your breath after sparring. You lean into him and drag your nails down the back of his shirt lazily, right over that spot. His whole body tenses.

“You tryna start something?” he growls but his voice is all shaky heat.

“Maybe,” you hum.

He chuckles low in his throat and leans in. “Careful, sweetheart. I bite.”

___

Jake Lockley ✧˖°.

His shiver spot,, the inside of his wrist. You discovered it by accident the first time you kissed it soft and slow, right where his pulse fluttered and he jerked like you’d shocked him.

Now he keeps his gloves on extra tight. Not that it helps. He calls you “mi cielo” (my sky) when he’s feeling tender, but if you get too close to that wrist? It turns into a gruff little “princesa” under his breath, like he’s trying not to say it at all.

Imagine he's driving, one hand on the wheel, the other resting in your lap. You pick up his wrist and press your mouth against that tender spot, just once.

He exhales through his nose, low and sharp. Doesn’t say a word. But he takes the next turn way too fast and his ears are burning red. “Easy there,” you tease. “Something wrong, princesa?”

“Keep that up,” he murmurs, voice low and dangerous, “and I’m gonna pull over.”

[eyelessfaces]

hell yeah

[rana030]

Pov: you're reading fanfiction and suddenly y/n starts to call him daddy

[ewusernamessuck-offical]

STEVENN😍

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Call me something

Fic type -> NSFW + Drabble

Warnings -> Degrading kink, sub Steven, just jerking Steven off 🤷‍♀️, cum eating too

Word count -> 972, three or four book pages

Please check out my other drabbles either on here or on my AO3, the link is at the end <3

~Masterlist~ / Drabble I made alongside this one

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“Shit Steven…”

You feel his boner through his jeans as you half-straddle one of his legs on his bed, your knee pressing up against it.

“Ah, um, sorry love…”

He looks down, or to the side, wherever you’re not which isn’t anywhere really since you’re so close to his face.

“No no no no no, it’s cute how you’re all hot and bothered for me already.”

You say with a playful smirk as you place one of your hands on his waist and the other under his chin to lift his flushing face up to meet yours. He can’t seem to help but give you those doe eyes as he finally looks at you.

“I love how fucking sensitive you are, any little touch I give you drives you up the wall.”

Steven’s lips part as if to say something, a small exhale is let out onto your skin instead. He furrows his eyebrows as he presses his lips shut and tries to look away once more.

A spark of worry is sent through you from his reaction.

“Shit ‘m sorry Steven, I didn’t mean it like that…”

A beat of silence passes through, Steven finally says something beating you to it.

“No I… you… I-I’d like it if you meant it like that…”

You bite the inside of your lip as less-than-appropriate situations flood your mind, you lean in so your lips are nearly touching. He looks back at you with those same doe eyes.

“How far can I go?”

You trail the hand on his waist down to his hips.

“U-um, just whatever- whatever comes to mind…”

You crash your lips together in an instant, finding a rhythm quickly. Steven moans into the kiss as your hand moves to grip his hardening cock through his jeans, pressing your palm into it making his arms fly up to hug you closer.

You pull away and start kissing down his neck, sucking hickeys all down the length of it.

“Y/n-“

He involuntarily jerks his hips up into your hand, applying more of that sweet pressure he craves.

“So desperate. You’ve no patience.”

You mutter against his skin. Steven squeezes his eyes shut as a moan catches in his throat, feeling your hot mouth against it still.

A smirk forms on your lips as you realise the sheer effect your words are having on him.

You hastily unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans to reach down into his boxers.

“I c-can feel you grinning, you-you smug bastard.”

“I wasn’t tryna hide it”

His dick in hand you start to slowly stroke him, teasing the tip with your thumb.

“Oh-“

Steven lets his head fall forward into the crook of your neck, his hands sliding up your back under your shirt holding you close to him.

“You’re clingy too…”

You feel him sigh into your neck, then his breathing gradually getting faster and heavier as you speed up your hand.

“Don’t you- don’t you want me to do something?”

“No, I like seeing you like this. God I’m only jerking you off and you’re holding onto me for dear life.”

He groans and gasps slightly as you tease around his slit, massaging that sweet spot just below the head.

“C-call me something-“

“What?”

A moan interrupts his line of thinking.

“Just- just…”

“You have to know how pathetic you’re being Steven, getting off on me calling you things.”

It may just be something off the top of your head but his thighs flex nonetheless, almost closing in around your hand. He lets out a shaky breath against your shoulder.

“‘m close…”

“Of course you are, fucking slut. It barely takes anything for you to cum.”

“God-“

His grip on your back tightens as he arches his back into you, there’s sure to be marks left behind. Spurts of cum litter his abdomen and your hand.

Steven lets his head fall back on the pillow as he catches his breath, little moans weaving their way out as he comes down from his high.

All you feel you can do is look at how worn out he already is.

“You really enjoyed that didn’t you?”

“Well yea, I… I guess so.”

You chuckle quietly as you move to lay down next to him.

“I still have your cum all over my hand.”

He furrows his eyebrows.

“What d’you want me to do about that?”

He turns his head to look at you, not expecting the lusty stare he’s met with.

“You know you wanna.”

You smile as he looks at your hand held in front of him, then back to you. He purses his lips and can’t help but look back at your hand once more.

“Come on, I can practically hear you thinking it.”

You swing a leg over his waist and hold your fingers to his lips. He opens his mouth and starts to lick his cum off of your hand.

“That’s it, clean up your mess.”

He looks up at you as he licks a fat stripe up your wrist to the tips of your fingers, then going back and gathering the rest of it up. You can feel his breath against your hand, and how he clings onto your forearm so tightly preventing it from moving anywhere.

You reach down to him with your other hand and thread your fingers through his unkempt hair.

“Don’t waste any of it Steven…”

You narrow your eyes, he groans against your hand and both of you furrow your eyebrows.

He finally gets all of it off your hand, sucking a bit on the ends of your fingers just to tease.

“There…”

Barely a murmur out of him and he lets your arm go, awkwardly placing them at his sides not being entirely sure what to do with them.

You tighten your grip on his soft curls making him tense up beneath you.

“My turn.”

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[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🤣🤣🤣

[theshamelesssimp]

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

[l0caltiredgirl]

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

the struggle is real

[ivystoryweaver]

He can eat vegan cake! But not the gross stuff usually served at office parties (can you tell I don’t like cake)

But he prefers a date with drinks and dinner (me too)

Steven, It's Your Birthday?

Steven doesn’t think he has a birthday • tinge of angsty fluff • wc 700 • gn!boos!reader • not beta’d • inaccurate allusions to DID

9:45 A.M.

"Steven, could I please see you for a second?"

You buzzed your assistant, who instantly scurried in from his outer office.

"Hey," you smiled at him brilliantly. "That was quick."

Granting you a mock salute, Steven asked, "How can I help, boss?"

Pushing off your office chair, you eased around to lean against the front of your desk. "You've been keeping a secret from me?"

Eyes wide and blinking, his cheeks heated under your scrutiny. "A secret?"

"Mm-hmm," you went on conspiratorially, "Something about today?"

"Today, em," clearing his throat, he quickly scanned his phone for an appointment he may have missed. "I'm not sure..."

"Steven, it's your birthday. Right?"

He paused, tucking his phone back into his pants pocket. "Right," he agreed. "That's right, the 9th of March. I suppose it is, isn't it?"

Smiling wryly, you reached out and squeezed his forearm. “I know you’re the one in charge of birthdays for the office. Did you think it wasn’t okay for us to celebrate yours?”

His eyes flew to where your hand rested on his sleeve, then right back to your tender gaze.

“It’s alright,” he shrugged one shoulder. “Can’t eat the cake anyway, since I’m vegan.”

“Of course,” you quickly nodded, withdrawing your hand. “Since I didn’t realize it was today, I didn’t even get you anything. So, I wondered if I could buy you a drink. Unless you have other birthday plans?” You blinked at him hopefully.

“No. No plans,” he almost coughed out. “A drink sounds wonderful. Brilliant, actually.”

5:45 P.M.

“Steven, hi,” you gushed, seeing your assistant walk into the restaurant you chose. “I hope this is okay?”

“Of course,” he agreed, sitting across the booth from you. Live piano music drifted through the air. “Nice place.”

“Thanks, I like it here. But let me ask you something.”

“All right,” he agreed.

“Is it okay if we celebrate your birthday at the office tomorrow?” You asked, making sure he saw the menu that the server left for the two of you.

Gaze dropping, Steven pulled his hands to his chest uncertainly, compelling you to apologize for overstepping.

“No, it’s not that, it’s just…” Chewing on his lip, he paused, inhaling deeply. “We're friends, aren't we?"

Smiling warmly, you agreed. "I feel like we are."

"Good. Good, so I feel I can tell you things, from time to time. You see, I don’t really have a birthday.”

Shaking your head in confusion prompted him to continue.

“I wasn’t ever really born,” he went on, gesturing animatedly. “I sort of…emerged, honestly. I told you I’m a system?”

You nodded. “Yeah of course.” You’d met Marc a few times. He’d even worked a couple of Steven’s shifts when Steven wasn’t fronting.

“So, you see, Marc’s birthday is today, but I-I don’t remember any of our birthdays. I wasn’t even really born then. Or ever, actually.”

Reaching across the table, you squeezed his hand gently but briefly. “That must be difficult. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s all right, don’t be.” With trembling breath, he grasped your hand, enveloping it with his own. “This is so kind of you, really, and you’ve been absolutely lovely today.”

“You deserve it. You deserve to be celebrated, Steven,” you assured him with a tender smile. “On whatever day, in whatever way you want. You’re a person and you were born and you matter.”

“Thank you,” he breathed, eyes shining, fixed on yours. “No one’s ever…” Clearing his throat, he went on. “I don’t think anyone’s ever noticed my birthday before.”

“I notice everything about you, Steven,” you quietly gushed. Noticing his cheeks heat up, you cleared your throat. “Sorry, I mean, I’m your boss, but…I just can’t believe sometimes that no one’s ever…” You trailed off, hoping not to insult him. How was he possibly still on the market? Although you tried to keep your thoughts to yourself and avoid office drama, you couldn't help but flirt with him sometimes.

The corner of his mouth curled and he cocked his head as if imbued with a touch of confidence. “Are you trying to say this is a date?”

You gulped, noticing how his thumb brushed across your knuckles. “Do you want it to be?”

Leaning in, he fixed his gaze on yours. “It's all I could want for my birthday."

[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:

[buckyssugarchick]

Layla said it’s my turn with the body.

[luffyssa]

[thatboisus]

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

[eyelessfaces]

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