#steven grant

[starwarskawaii]

This is so Steven Grant coded

guy who wins at poker not by being stoic but by bursting into tears every time he looks at his cards, just full hysterical breakdown every round and you gotta peer through the void of theatre kid problems to figure it out

[theghostinyourwalls]

Hugging him would solve all my problems

[pygmi-cygni]

All better now - moon boys

summary: I just think Marc needs a back massage, okay? That would fix him.

Marc needs a back massage so badly.

I mean probably all of them do, but Marc feels it more than Steven or Jake. Moon magic or something, idk.

You'd beg him to schedule some kind of appointment. It pained you to watch him wince and stumble when his back twinged. Steven complained occasionally when it got really bad.

The circles under his eyes grew darker and darker and the wincing got more pained.

None of them could sleep. Marc tried to trick you, knowing you were keeping your eye out. But the third time you heard him roll over, you dragged him out of bed and onto the sofa.

Lay down, you sighed, rubbing your tired eyes. Marc fidgeted for a minute then relented, stubbornly avoiding your eyes.

Your hands were warm and soft as they prodded and felt around for knots. He shivered, pleasant goosebumps trailing under your fingers. The dark, warm flat was comforting, and he felt the tension ease just slightly.

The peace was broken when you dug your palm into his neck. Marc let out a high-pitched wheeze. His right leg shot out as rods of steel shot down his spine. You apologized hurriedly, soothing over the spot with a kiss.

You adjusted your position, deciding to straddle his lower back.

Marc relaxed again. The warm plushness of you sat heavy on his back, kind of like a weighted blanket.

Just relax, it'll feel good, promise.

You began around his neck, kneading and pulling with gentle firmness. Marc bit into the cushions to keep from groaning. Burning relief rolled in waves over him, reducing his bones to syrup. Even his headmates roused from sleep to exclaim at the feeling.

The density of his muscles made your forearms burn from the effort of de-knotting his back. You dug your elbow into a particularly rough spot and he shuddered. A muffled moan made you scratch his head affectionately.

See? Steven was right.

A broken "shut up" made you giggle.

Your wrists were numb by the time his shoulders felt anything close to normal. Breathing hard, you sat back and stretched your hands, letting him adjust for a moment.

Marc?

Nothing.

Leaning down, you brushed a strand of hair away from his ear and gently kissed his cheek. Marc, honey, you can go back to bed now.

A snuffling snore twinged your heartstrings. You didn't want to wake him, but the hard work you'd just done would be ruined if he slept like this. It took a few nudges but he eventually sat up, blearily mumbling complaints while you led him to the bed.

Marc slept on top of you, heavy and warm as a bear. You rubbed his back while he dozed, preening at the sound of his occasional groans.

He slept hard, waking groggily around noon. A plate of eggs and bacon was warming in the oven, said your sticky note on the fridge. You'd gone out for groceries.

Marc rolled his shoulders and moaned at the feeling of looseness. The overworked joints popped in relief. Jake exclaimed from the headspace, jockeying for an opportunity to feel the bliss.

Now you can sleep without waking me up with a migraine, eh, cabron? Took you long enough.

Marc relaxed back into the pillows. Maybe he could persuade you into giving him another one tonight. He hadn't felt this good since....a while.

Your knowing smile when you saw him flexing in the mirror made him scoff.

It's fine, he shrugged. Didn't help that much. You hummed and continued stirring the soup.

Steven was fronting that night. You could barely get through a few kneads before he was squirming and groaning. The intensity of your hands made him grip onto the couch for dear life, choking out swears around a clenched jaw.

Feel okay, Steven?

He whimpered a response and tried to calm down. You made it quicker than the night before and spent a little more time scratching round his ears, which calmed him plenty. Steven heard Marc's grumpy muttering from deep in the headspace.

I didn't get a head rub, he groused. Steven couldn't dream up a response - too distracted by you snuggling in next to him. He pulled you tight, burrowing into the junction of your neck.

You prodded around his back, pleased at the feeling of supple flesh instead of twisted knots.

Steven stayed curled around you for hours, but it was Jake who greeted you in the morning. You felt him pecking your cheek and initially assumed it was Steven, but when his coffee breath brushed over your cheek you opened your eyes in bewilderment.

Jake? Are you oka-

He crushed you into a hug, murmuring thank you into your neck. The open display of affection threw you for a loop, but you managed to return the hug around his brawny grip.

You raked your hands through his bedhead, trying to tame the rakish curls. His eyes fluttered and he nudged closer. Squirming to avoid being crushed in the all-consuming sofa, you moved to curl in his lap.

Jake drooped in your arms, humming contentedly as you stroked and kissed his hair. The stubble on his cheeks rasped pleasantly on your hands while you stroked his face.

Maybe next time you won't wait so long to get your shit fixed, huh?

Less talking, more scratching, bebita.

*vomits this in your lap and leaves*

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[lambeosaurini]

finished mackay’s run, its peak ofc

posting more moon knight bc waow those last posts got a lot of notes

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

EKRDGJI[OSPDGJOA[SDOP I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!

the love bite - steven

pairing: steven grant x reader (what's new)

warnings: biting (lol), physical hurt/comfort, FLUFF, unhinged!reader, sub-ish!steven [I CAN'T HELP IT OK], small reference to the boys' past/their job, a bit suggestive but not explicit!

a/n: blaming @whatthefishh for this thot after the comment on the flowers fic about wanting to bite him i had to write. and @leoluved for encouraging me to write this instead of my wips -- hehe :3

prompt (by me): i wonder how steven would react to the reader just biting him out of love...

w/c: ~800

masterlist

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With Steven, the initial chomp would happen during a normal hangout with each other. 

Like you'd both just be chilling, sprawled out on the couch, with the tv droning in the background:

You love these moments with Steven. The unspoken acknowledgment that you are both pretending to watch what's on when really you're just sinking into each other's touch, enjoying each other's company.

Soft, lazy days like this have become increasingly rare as Konshu has Marc sent out on missions in the States every few weeks. You don't blame them. You could never blame them. You just miss them.

Steven is snuggled right behind you, a sweater-clad arm securely wrapped over your shoulder to keep you close to his body. He sighs softly into your hair, wishing to just lay here, legs tangled with yours forever.

He doesn't notice or care that his oversized sleeve bunches at his elbow as he repositions himself behind you, but your eyes instantly catch onto his revealed forearm, tan and strong, but relaxed, resting right above your chest.

Sometimes you forget how strong your boyfriends are, how they can handle you with such care, touches as light as a feather when all they've known in their life is pain.

Steven settles closer to you, face nuzzled against your shoulder, subtly breathing you in with a soft sigh. His warmth soaks into your back, surrounding you with undeniable comfort. You look down at his arm with interest in your eyes, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip.

Suddenly you have this urge, this impulsive thought to just --

Steven chokes out a high-pitched yelp.

"HEY!" He’s barely able to process what happened as he swipes his arm away from your mouth. "W-what was that for?" He stares at you with furrowed brows while his other arm slips out from under you to rub at the fresh bite mark on his arm.

You sit up a little, eyes trained on the indents as his fingers gently swipe over them. Pretty. You didn't bite hard so they're quite faint, but you can still make out your bite pattern. 

You bite the inside of your cheek, "I dunno." 

It sounded dumb coming out of your mouth, but you really can't explain why you did it. You just needed to. Something about his softness and the pure affection you hold for him compelled you to bite him…and you kind of want to do it again.

Your hand darts out and you try to tug his arm closer, but he struggles against you, no longer trusting his limbs anywhere close to your mouth. He whimpers softly when you tug harder, trying to resist your eager grip.

“What d’you mean ‘I don’t know’?!” His arm is immovable, but you keep pulling at him. “You bit me!” 

When he pulls away from your body, attempting to push himself up to a seated position, you huff in frustration and yank him back. He falls back with a squeak and you hold him close, leaning in instead of pulling him in this time.

You brush your lips against his warm skin, hovering right over the last bite and he relaxes a bit, believing you’d soothe the bite with a kiss as an apology. But you don’t. 

It’s less aggressive this time around. Less of a bite and more of a nibble. 

He tenses at first, instinctively wanting to draw away from you, but as you gently suckle and lick at him, he starts to settle against you, seeing as you mean him no harm. 

“I-I still don’t get it.” He peers down at you as you leave soft marks along his arm, “What – Why are you doing this?” 

You sigh, “Steven…just let it happen.” 

“Um, ok.” 

—

Since that initial bite, your lips have made their way around his body, taking time to show every inch of him some love and affection. He’s littered with love bites and phantom kisses, but he still yearns for more. 

He shudders as you drag the edge of your teeth against the crook of his neck and eagerly leans into your touch, hungry for physical contact.

No matter how much he mewls and begs for you, you’ve taken it slow, drinking in each bated breath and soft cry. 

You breathe a whisper against his skin, “You like this, Steven?”

He doesn’t answer your question.

You place a gentle kiss on his sweet spot, but pull away when he starts to whine for more. 

“Please, darling.” 

He wants you to bite, but you stay put and watch him writhe for your touch. 

Your thumb swipes over a blotch of purple on his shoulder and he shivers at the sensation of pleasurable pain, “Why do you like it so much, sweetheart, hm?”

“I dunno,” He’s delirious, only able to think about you and your touch, “I just – please.”

“Ok, baby…”

[artdoc-draws]

Another batch cuz I have no chill, i need to lil guy-ify all my faves

[starwarskawaii]

I just want Disney to know that the Moon Knight Fandom is still THRIVING. The 425 USD artisan figure from Hot Toys sold out lightning fast and at one point there were over a thousand other people viewing it while I was. I need you all to realize how impressive that is considering the portion of Marvel fans who are expensive figure collectors is a relatively small portion of us. GIVE US BACK OUR CHAOTIC SYSTEM.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

KSDJFHG[GARJHQEJOKNJQHEI AHHHH! AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!

Kinktober Day 5: Overstimulation

Moon Knight System X Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

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You smile up at your sweet, sweet boyfriend. His brown eyes wide with adoration. Just looking up at his little dopey smile, you know that it's Steven that's fronting.

"Enjoy your nap, love?"

"Yeah," you answer as you nuzzle your face into his palm. He's leaning over you, one hand propping himself up while the other gently cups your face.

"I've been waiting for you to wake up for a while now." Steven admits.

"Oh?" Steven nods, his dark hair falling in front of his face. "You have something planned?" You ask.

Steven shrugs a shoulder before leaning down and kissing you softly. "Not really, just miss your company."

"You were napping with me, Steven." You laugh out.

"Yeah, but I want more." You don't need to ask what more means. You can tell by the way Steven trails his lips down your neck, mouthing at your pulse point.

"Is someone feeling a little needy?" You tease.

"No." Steven says.

"Oh, so I guess I can get on with my day then?" You ask as you push Steven away from your neck. You nearly coo at the little whine he let's out.

"Yes," Steven admits quickly. He's always quick to fold. "I'm needy. Been missing you."

"Baby," you coo. "That's all you had to say."

No more words are spoken for a while as Steven trails his hands up your shirt. Skimming his fingers up your naked torso. He nips and sucks at your neck like a child with their pacifier. Your own hands run up his naked back, trailing through the ends of his hair and lightly pulling. You're quick to capture the moan Steven let's out with your mouth.

"Bloody hell," Steven breathes out as he pulls away from the kiss. His hands make their way to your underwear, having taken your pants off before getting into bed earlier for your nap."I need you, darling."

"You got me, baby." You tell him as you shimmy out of your underwear. They're damp with your arousal and Steven is quick to toss them off the bed along with his own.

"Just wanna be in you, love." Steven admits.

"Go for it." You tell him, but he's quick to shake his head.

"No, love. Gotta prep you, yeah."

"Steven," you whine as he slips a finger inside of you.

"Been waiting for this for a while." Steven tells you as he thrusts his finger inside of you. He adds a second finger when you start to tilt your hips down towards his hand. "Now you gotta wait just a bit, love."

"Steven," you warn. Wanting nothing more than his cock in you right now.

"Almost there, love."

After adding a third finger and thoroughly teasing you, Steven slips his fingers out of you and lines his cock up at your entrance. He's slow to push in, much unlike his alters, Steven likes to take his time entering you.

"Oh God," You moan.

"Not God, love, just me." Steven says rather cheekily.

You laugh as you move to meet his thrust. "I need you to pick up the pace."

"You got it love." Steve says and true to his word, his next thrust comes faster and harder than the last. "Like that?"

"Yes," You hiss in pleasure as Steven continues to fuck you. When it comes to sex, hard and fast isn't typically Steven's style. But he likes anything that brings you pleasure and today that's this. "So good, Stevie."

"Oh love," Steven coos. "Feel so good wrapped around me. Gonna make me come."

"Do it." You order.

"Not without you. Gotta make you come."

"I'm close," you whine. "So close." Your hands grab onto Steven's ass, pulling him in closer. "Gonna come, Stevie."

"Oh love, come for me." Steven begs. You moan and cry out as you reach your climax, crying Steven's name just as you feel him reach his own end, filling you up with his spend.

You expect Steven to pull out next. To get started on cleaning the two of you up and laying down for cuddles. But instead he's lifting your legs over his shoulders, his cock still hard inside of you.

"Steven!" You shout as his cock hits even deeper into you.

"Try again." A deep voice orders. You look up to meet your boyfriend's gaze and you can tell that Steven is no longer the one looking back at you. Marc is fronting now and he doesn't seem to be satisfied the way Steven was.

"Marc," you lament.

"There we go." Marc chuckles. "Thought you were done?" He asks.

"Wasn't expecting you." You tell him truthfully.

"Oh, would you rather Steven come back?" He asks. Despite his hard cock inside of you, you know that if you said yes that Marc would get Steven back in the body instantly.

"No, aa long as he's not upset. I know he likes our down time after sex."

"He does," Marc says as he slowly thrusts his cock in and out of you. "But he's happy to watch, too." Marc leans down and kisses you. It's different from Steven, harder, but still tender. "Let's give him a show."

You can't help but cry out in shoke and pleasure as Marc gives a hard thrust into your channel. Your hand comes down to grab the meat of his thigh and your sure that the both of you are going to have bruises from each other once this is done. "You know," Marc grunts as he fucks you. His hair falls into his eyes but he doesn't move it, his hands stay wrapped tightly around your ankles, holding them over his shoulders. "I've been watching for a while now. Watching you moan and cry for Steven."

"Oh fuck," you babble. Your eyes close in pleasure for a moment before opening back up and meeting Marc's dark gaze.

"All I could think while I watched you get split a part on his cock was that I could do a better job."

"Marc!" You cry as you quickly reach your second orgasm. Still sensitive from Steven, you're quick to climax a second time.

"Now I gotta show him how a real man does it." Marc says before crashing his mouth onto yours. Your kiss is dirty, a mess of teeth and tongues. Your hands reach up for his dark strands of hair, pulling and grabbing.

"So good, Marc. So good." Your words are slurred with pleasure, more babbling than anything. But Marc answers you still.

"Gonna come inside of you, baby. Gonna pump you full. You'll be leaking with me."

"Fuck Marc please!" You beg.

"Fuck baby, take it!" Marc orders. His grip on you tightens as he reaches his end. "Fucking take my cock, take my come!" Marc groans as he comes inside of you. Leaning down his his face buried in your neck. Marc pulls his cock free of you and you whine at the emptiness despite feeling the beginnings of being overstimulated. You don't register that he's moved again until you feel a mouth at your entrance, a tongue licking up the come that leaks out of you.

"Fuck!" You cry as you jolt back, further into the pillows. "Too much!"

The licking stops for a moment before you hear your boyfriend speak. But it's not Marc that speaks this time, but Jake. "Common princess, you can handle it. Just tryna clean you up a bit." You don't get a chance to answer before you feel Jake's mouth back at you entrance, lucking and sucking you clean. You squirm away, for back into the headboard, but Jake is quick to grab onto your legs and pull you back to were he kneels between your open legs. He doesn't appreciate you trying to take away his little treat and pinches your thigh in warning. "Stop moving." He orders before he continues to suck your fucking soul out of your body.

"Jake!" You yell. You yell loud enough for the neighbour's to hear, no doubt giving them the idea you're having one hell of a foursome. Your next release comes so fast it's nearly painful. There's no more of the slow, teasing buildup. "Too much," you sob just as Jake pulls away from between your legs. His right hand rubs you leg gently, a stark contrast to his attitude earlier.

"Too much?" He asks with a faux pout.

"Too much, Jake."

"Okay, " Jake says softly. "In that case just one more then." You don't get a chance to answer before his mouth is back on you. Licking and sucking and devouring. Somewhere in the back of your mind you know that your boyfriend is full of his when he says just one more, but you can't complain. Not too much, at least. Not when he's making you feel so good. Your body is limp and your half conscious by the time your faith, six? Climax comes barrling through you. Jake's mouth must be sore, he's been at it for a long time, but he doesn't say so.

"Too much." You whimper. Your limp hand gives a weak attempt at pushing Jake's head away, but it quickly falls flat on the bedsheets.

"I know, princess. All done." You breath out at the promise of an end. You're more than ready to take another nap now, to go back to sleep and not wake up for hours. You're just about to do so when your boyfriend's voice has you peaking your eyes open at him. "We're all done." He promises again. "Just as soon as I get one more from you." He says with a smirk before diving back into your center.

[mad-as-a-box-of-frogs]

If you've got a problem with the body count, I suggest you stop listening to that stupid pigeon.

Steven Grant in The Friendly Type [7/?] ↪ Countdown to Moon Knight's Return in What If...? Season 3!

[arcanechariot]

check out my oscar tarot 🔮💫

im really hyped for this project ive planned (i just hope i dont give up before i finish it like i usually do)

[kittenninja14]

dbshjdhqysbsbsbaaaaaaAHHHHHHHHHH OH MY GOSHHHH THIS IS SOO CUTEEE

MY LIL MOON BABIESSS 🥺💖

Alsoo from op's tags:

My babiesssss <333

https://www.tumblr.com/kittenninja14/731916269075480576/hey-yall-i-just-found-this-incredible-video-and

don't talk to me cuz when moon knight gets a triple kill in rivals he goes "one for me, one for steven, one for jake" HOW CUTE IS THAT

[maskofredacted]

Marvel Rivals Mister Knight my beloved

A lil panel redraw/ sketch with his in game design because I am OBSESSED (also my username is Klarion if anyone wants to play hehe)

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Tus ojos brillan como la luna 🌙

[dis-aster9255]

Layla, Marc, and Steven