#steven grant

[leorians]

someone will die (of fun)

[devilrebirth]

when i thought we lost steven i was just in shock. like how could you take my special boy away from me, you monsters? i was once again ready to fight everyone at marvel studios but this time they pulled through thank god 🙏🙏

if anyone hurts steven i stg i will rip them apart with my teeth

#Moon Knight, episode 5 

[khonshupropaganda]

[moonknightblog]

I found a bunch of these last night- and decided to MK them up...

[devilrebirth]

the friendly type

oscar isaac in moon knight: episode 3

[quiet-night-sky]

😂 Marc, sweetie...

[dum-yu]

[flippinpancakes64]

Don’t Be a Stranger

Summary: You found out that Marc doesn’t actually hate you as much as you thought he did… so what does that mean, exactly?

Tags: Marc Spector x reader, angst and fluff cause I like being happy

Part 2 of The Squeaky Third Wheel

Note: Uhm… I thought the last post would be enough but I still have Marc Spector brainrot so… enjoy!

Everything would’ve been fine if Steven kept his nose to himself.

Or at least, that’s what Marc was trying to convince himself of.

Logically, things weren’t fine. But they were easier. Easier because Marc didn’t have to confront his own feelings about you.

But the cat’s out of the bag and it’s Steven’s fault and goddamn it he wishes he and Steven were separate people for just a moment so he could punch the shit out of that cocky little fucker-

Everything was fine. Or at least, it was fine for Marc.

During the day, he was a rude, selfish asshole. He would push you away, downright ignore you, and do his best to make you want to leave.

But you never did.

So to keep his pride intact while still being the selfish man that he is, he would pose as Steven at night.

Once you were deep asleep, too drowsy to notice the slight difference of his mannerisms from Steven’s, that’s when he’d strike.

And it was nice, to be able to hold you like he was supposed to be there, to pretend like you wanted him to be the one to shush you from a nightmare. To pretend to be the one you were imagining in your dreams.

And yeah, it stung every time he kissed your forehead and you murmured Steven’s name.

But again, pride, ego, hubris, whatever you want to call it.

Marc was made for the night, made to wander around and be moody and miserable all he wanted under the protection of the stars. Steven was made to preserve whatever was left of his own childlike innocence, to allow this body to wander around and live a relatively normal and happy life.

So really, it was entirely Steven’s fault for waking up that night.

You were having a nightmare. And Marc, ever the protector, was shushing you and kissing your cheek. His large hands covered yours, offering some semblance of comfort from the darkness that had seeped into your mind.

And then a quiet voice rang out.

“Marc? What are you doing?” Steven’s voice called, muffled inside his own head.

He froze. Caught, red handed. His heart rate sped up, and he swallowed heavily.

“Don’t worry about it, go to sleep,” he whispered. The same words he’s said to you multiple times. But of course, Steven’s too stubborn for that.

“What are you doing? What’s going on?” Steven urged, his presence in the headspace becoming more alert.

Shit. He was officially caught.

“I promise it’s not what it looks like. They were… having a nightmare. It woke me up. I was just about to get up and leave,” Marc said.

“You’re a shit liar,” Steven said simply. “Is this what you get up to after I’ve gone to bed?”

He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. It’s way too late for Steven’s bullshit.

“No, no. Nothing like that. This was just a one time thing,” Marc sighed, trying not to sound as pathetic as he felt.

“A one time thing? Really? Cause I seem to recall quite a few odd memories I’ve gotten over the past couple months or so,” Steven teased.

Marc froze. Of course he forgot about the fact that he and Steven can share memories, cause wouldn’t that be convenient?

It comes in handy when one of them is trying to remember what was on the shopping list, or when trying to recall if Gus had been fed already or not. But right now? Marc feels like he’s going to collapse from the embarrassment. Not only has he been caught, and not even in 4k, he’s been caught with one of the stupid fucking telescopes that NASA uses to see planets that are millions of light years away.

He could feel Steven digging around, and before he could even tell him off or block him out, his own memories were dragged to the surface. Night after night, day after day of him purposefully waking up after Steven’s gone to bed just so he can get his own quiet moments with you.

The world stood still for a moment, and the only sounds that filled their bedroom were the soft sounds of your breathing. Marc’s not even sure his heart was beating as he waited for the judgement from Steven.

“Marc, you bloody bastard,” Steven called, his voice mixed with barely contained laughter. “I always knew you were a hopeless romantic.”

God, he wanted to punch him so bad.

“Shut the fuck up,” Marc growled, moving to get up from the bed. But you reached out, your hand grabbing onto his bicep. The moment of hesitation that followed only egged Steven on.

“You’re totally whipped. Oh, I knew it, you cheeky liar,” he laughed. The asshole actually laughed. Marc wanted to die then and there.

And before he could argue any further, your sleepy voice called out. “Steven… what are you doing?” You whined.

That familiar disappointment coursed through him, only this time, Steven was there to feel it too.

He didn’t say anything for a moment, he only grabbed your hand and rubbed the back of it with his thumb, hoping that you would just go back to sleep. But of course, the world hates Marc Spector.

“Marc,” you said softly. He looked back to see you, those eyes that held infinite patience. Steven wasn’t speaking, but he knew he was there.

“I’m sorry… I’m going,” he whispered. This isn’t the place for him to be. His hands were molded and shaped over the years to cling to his weapons. His eyes were trained to find enemies from the rooftops. He’s not supposed to be here.

And yet, how he longed to be.

“Don’t leave,” you said.

“Why?” Was all he could respond with.

Why would you want him to stay? He’s been terrible to you. All he’s ever done is driven you away. That’s what he does best.

“Because I love you,” you whispered, your voice tender as if you were talking to Steven, to someone worthy of your love.

“No you don’t,” he whispered, his voice gruff and filled with such a deep sense of loathing. “You love Steven, and you ‘love’ me because I look like him.”

You could’ve backed up, given him a little space, but yet your hand remained right there on his shoulder.

“You don’t know me. You don’t get to claim how I feel or how I don’t feel,” you retorted, your voice steady and sure. When he looked back, he could see that familiar fire in your eyes. The same look you give Steven when he’s being down on himself. The look he’s wished you would give him so many times.

You didn’t give him a moment to speak again. To spew his hateful, self-deprecating rhetoric.

“I love the way you hold me when you think I’m asleep, I love the sweet words you think I can’t hear. I love the way you stubbornly refuse to wear those reading glasses and how you look so grumpy when you can’t read the paper. I love how excited you get when your baseball team wins, and how pouty you get when they lose. I love how thoughtful you are even when you’re trying to ice me out. All the times you’ve gotten me a towel when I forget one in the shower, how you make sure to order extra food for yourself because you know I’m going to steal it later. And how you ‘mysteriously’ don’t put onions in that chili you like to make because you know I don’t like them. I love you, Marc Spector,” you said.

And the world stood still.

Even Steven was completely silent in their headspace, which is good, because he might’ve gotten dizzy from how much Marc’s head was spinning.

You loved him.

And it wasn’t a hollow proclamation, you listed everything you loved about him. Things he didn’t know you knew. Things he didn’t want you to know.

So he did the only thing he could reasonably think of to do, and he kissed you.

And for the first time in his life, Marc Spector swears he can feel the sun on his skin. And he feels like he’s supposed to be there. No longer is he a vampire in a man’s world, the protector of the weak and innocent, the sore thumb that ruins everything he touches. Now, he’s just a man. A man with a bleeding heart swelled with love. Love for someone who loves him back.

[mussg0]

del año pasado

dibujin x si solo

[little-worm-grant]

Got the nicest comment on AO3 for this I had to share 😭

I find it interesting that on AO3, Steven's fic gets more attention, but here on Tumblr my Spicy Jake fic got way more interest. Then there's me in the corner holding onto all the Marc smut like my life depends on it.

Ty for all the interactions, I appreciate every single one!

Spicy Steven: Rainy Day

Steven Grant x You (Fem!Reader)

1,864 words / 18+ only, no minors

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Summary: What if Steven got all embarrassed he couldn’t last?! It's far too easy to wind him up. But maybe you both girlbossed a little too close to the sun this time. Less plot, more smut.

Notes: Please be kind. First time publicly publishing smut. I was looking at my tame + wholesome masterlist thinking I should write something new for Steven. Then this filth was forced upon my innocent little swiss-cheese brain. You can take my keyboard away from me now. I’m sorry. But also you’re welcome.

Warnings: soft domme fem!reader, submissive Steven kind of but not totally??, teasing, fluff/praise, masturbation, piv sex, unprotected sex, premature ejaculation, creampie, cum play

You were lying naked on his bed. Rain pouring outside had caused you to stay over his place a few hours more. One thing led to another. You’d barely teased him but Steven was already crawling up your body. Kissing all the spots he’d missed going down. Tilting your head to catch sight of his thickened cock swinging between each movement. Your legs shift to squeeze against him in anticipation. You knew what was coming next and you couldn’t wait another second.

He was like some over-eager puppy given the okay to come up for air. That talented mouth of his became over-stimulation at this point. You once asked him what he thought about when he went down on you, expecting him to say something daft that would stop him from making a mess of the sheets. Instead, he told you he’d been writing how he felt about you in hieroglyphics. The sucking is just a bonus because he loved the taste of you. He didn’t need to do much to get your pussy to flutter. He never did make you work for it. If only he knew the power he held over you, he’d be downright dangerous.

Ever since the first time you’d gotten intimate with each of them, Steven was the only one to never tell you no. You sometimes worried you’d do something he wouldn’t like and he might not tell you as you cuddled together afterwards. When he looked back at you with those bold expressive eyes, it told you everything you needed to know. You realized all you wanted to do was take good care of him.

Steven clumsily crawled up to meet your lips. The taste of you on his tongue. His body shifted and an arm slithers between the two of you. A moment later, you feel him stroking his head across your soaked folds. Guiding himself home. You’ve been suffering through his fingers and his mouth already. More than ready to feel him fully.

When he takes a second too long for your patience, you order him to lie back.

Flipping positions. You help him down the last part of the way with a push and a smile. His cock had slipped out somewhere in the movements. Not a problem. You were up on your knees over him. Steven lay back, looking both entirely surprised to be there and not letting his focus up for what came next.

You reach down and give him a few exploratory pumps. Being gentle, starting from the head where most of the pre-cum and your fluids had accumulated. You use just your middle finger and thumb to smear it over his thick spongy head, dragging it down to the bundle of nerves to play with. Gentle back-and-forth motions. Steven jerked with his whole body. Quickly throwing his lip into a bite to hold back the noise. He wasn’t fooling anyone. You still heard it. Came out more like a whine.

“Pretty boy. How about another moan for me?” You coo. He looked back at you like a wounded animal. Those curls on his face framed him just right for the compliment.

“This ain’t on. You’ve been bloody teasing me all night.” He shook his head. His hands palmed at the bedsheets on either side of him. Even after all this time, he still never seemed to know what to do with his hands. Adorable.

You look away from him. Watching the rain beat down on the windows. Pretending not to know he’s there while you continue to stroke. He could tell you to stop if he wanted, but you both knew he wasn’t about to do that. Instead, he squirmed and tolerated it for as long as he could before his words managed to find the tip of his tongue.

“Please? I don’t want to be the twat that jizzes on himself because my girl’s stunning but she’s an absolute menace.”

Shuffling up a little more you stop stroking and kept your hand still around him. “Oh, I’m a menace, am I?” Offering a gentle squeeze. Steven squirmed without trying to move away, looking like he was about to burst then and there. His cheeks turn a lovely shade of red as he nodded and scrambled to find a comeback to say.

“Uh-huh. Yup- The kind that looks at a beautiful sunrise and tells it to buggar off for a few more hours sleep.”

“No-one needs to be making anything at that time my business. What’s that got to do with me being a menace?”

“It’s got everything to do with-“

You lined yourself up while he rambled. Sinking down on him without warning. Finding a way to shut him up. You slid down far as you could tolerate before you needed to slow down the last part of the way. The stretch tingled. You catch a stuttered breath in your throat.

“Oh- oh god.” He spluttered out. Hands flying away from the bedsheets to grip at your thighs, as if searching for some kind of stability. There was none. Him holding you like that wasn’t going to stop you. Hips wiggled slowly from side to side to fit yourself snugly onto him.

You grind down and start slow. Finding that pace you liked where his cock would hit the spot just right. Small noises came from him. Breathier ones from you. You’d barely started rocking against him before you felt him shudder. His eyes were rolled back and you felt his cock pumping a hot mess deep inside you.

Game over.

Steven held you a little tighter before releasing his grip. Face going pale. Surprising himself. “Shit- I am so so sorry.” He looked as mortified as he sounded. Hands coming up to cover his face he groaned.

You laugh lightly and shake your head at him. Stopping immediately to lower yourself down onto him to rest. Leaning down to bring your face in closer to his. Hands moved on his, guiding them away from his face to hold down against the pillow. Boy looked like he could use a hug. Instead, you squeeze his hands in yours. Rubbing your nose against his.

“Aw no, baby, don’t feel bad. It’s okay. I’m still having fun. You already got me off once, be proud of that.”

You shower his face in peppered kisses. His softer hands stroke up your sides. Could have mistaken him for Marc with all that guilt lining his features. You stroke his knuckles with your thumbs and kiss away his embarrassment once more. A little longer lasting this time.

“I’ll take the blame for that. I’ve been teasing you for ages. Or maybe I’m just that good you can’t control yourself around me.”

You move your hand away from him to pretend to wipe the glitter off your shoulder. Glitter was an inside joke you both shared regularly. That got a laugh out of him and you feel the movement of his softer cock slipping out from inside you. You shifted to the feeling of it. The mess he’d made coming with it. Pooling on his abdomen and leaking down your legs.

“You are so amazing.” He tells you. "Can I touch you?"

Nodding, you bite your lip when his hand wiggles out from under yours and goes down. Feeling his fingers immediately stroke over your used needy hole had you tensing up. You press into his touch. Steven leaned back up to meet your lips. Less desperate this time, more loving. You hear his words murmured against you.

“I feel bad I keep making a mess before you can finish.”

“Don’t be. Just means we need to try again, right?” You say more hopefully, a glint of a smile when you lean back to see him nod without any words. More concentrated on what he was doing to you.

You feel Steven’s fingers leaving you alone. Casting your eyes down to see what he was doing, you watch him scoop up some of the mess from his abdomen then bring it up to stuff back into you. The temperature difference was felt and caused you to shiver. The way his fingers lazily toyed with the cum on your pussy warmed you back up from the inside out.

He brought his other arm up behind his head to be able to watch better. Your hands stayed where they are, pressed into the pillow either side of him. His fingers caught cum drooling down your legs to spread over your pussy. Slow strokes before he’d go find some more, either from around you or inside. You were already wound up from everything, needing that blissful high he could put you into. Hips rocking, chasing his touch. A few more minutes of this had you trembling and him stiff as a rock again. Maybe he did know what to do with his hands after all.

This time. There was no waiting. No holding back. The moment Steven was aligning himself you were sinking down and seeking out that spot with more ferocity than you’d had before. Steven matched your rhythm with coordinated thrusts.

Pushing himself to sit up and catch your nipple in his mouth. He sucked sloppily, then moving up after your mouth. Hand slipped between you both again to play with you. Firmer. More in that way you'd shown him you liked. It was your turn to grip onto him for stability. Swallowing each other's moans and thrusting roughly until you both finished. You first, him following a few thrusts later.

The kisses turned softer. You lay back in bed together and stroked over each others bare skin. Air coming back to your lungs as you both come down from the clouds you were on.

You see him thinking loudly with that familiar distant stare. Off in his own world again. A moment later he was blinking as he snapped back into the moment, focusing back on you. You wait to see who it might be. His expression changed all shy and it made you laugh. Still Steven then.

“What?”

“I was just thinking. We should have more rainy days like this. But like, every day.”

“Yeah? I’d like that.”

“Wouldn’t need to leave if it was every day. This'd be your place too.”

“Is this your way of asking me to move in?”

“That’s uh- I think- I mean, yeah? I guess it is. What do you think?”

“Say it then. Ask me properly.”

“Alright.” He shifted onto his side. His hand in his hair to prop his head up and look down at you. “Will you move in with me?”

Without a beat, you smile and say, “No.” His face contorted up. You soften up your smile and squeeze him. “I need to talk to the others first. Otherwise, yes.”

“Had me for a second then… You flipping menace.” He dove down to tackle you with kisses and playful bites which have you squirming and unable to breathe through the laughter. Pushing back to try and pin him down. Wouldn't matter if it turned into something more. You both had all the time in the world. The perfect way to spend a rainy day.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Hello my all mighty Fen!

I was wondering if I could request smut headcanons for OI characters when they fuck their pregnant partner that is in the horny phase of the pregnancy 😩

This has DESTROYED me (positive) Thank you <3

Masterlist • ao3 • want to be tagged? • Requests Info • buy me a coffee? •

Steven: Absolutely delighted, part of him was worried that you wouldn’t be so into him when you got pregnant (he’s not sure where the insecurity comes from) so when you want to jump his bones he’s more than willing.

Marc: He’s making awful jokes, “Shall we turn this baby into twins? Triplets?” Does it. Every. Single. Time. Pulls the most sincere face you have ever seen while he says it, which never fails to make you laugh. 

Jake: Takes his duty very seriously. “We got you into this situation amor, so we got to make it perfect for you.” Will literally do whatever you want, even when you remind him that the pregnancy is planned.

Nathan: Likes the horney sex very much, because A: sex and B: it helps him to calm down and stop panicking about being a dad soon.

Anselm: The second your pregnant you’re never getting off his cock, so this is fine. “What about your meetings Anselm?” “You will be on my lap with me inside you, of course.” 

Cecil: “What if I hurt the baby?”🥺 Nothing you can say can convince him otherwise. (Books, videos, doctors, he’s all like, “I don’t know…”) Instead he eats you out for hours.

Club!Blue: Insists you’re on top. Says it’s because he’s lazy. But you can see how he looks at you that’s not right. One time he accidentally blurts out that he doesn’t want to hurt you in any way and wants you to just take whatever you want from him.

Santiago: Is super into it, and then has an intrusive thought while doing the deed and blurts out, “Do you think it feels like a roller coaster for the kid?” He looks so embarrassed the second he says it, and you burst out laughing, which makes him laugh. “It’s a good thing the baby will get your brains, because obviously all mine have been fucked out of me.” 

Shimmer!Kane: Somehow knows you’re going to get horny the second before you do and appears at your side ready to push you up against every service. 

Jonathan: I swear this man is addicted to getting married and having kids, so he will go this happily. However, I think it’s best if you make him work for it first.

Laurent: This man is horny 24/7 so, not much will change from normal.

Thank you for reading!

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[bisexualsupe]

Moon System Giving Gifts

Gender Neutral Headcanons under the cut.

Marc:

-He travels a lot, so he gives gifts from all over the world.

-He tends to go for little things over grand gestures, but he will splash out if he feels like it.

-Will refuse to disclose the price of anything he gifts to anyone, on pain of death.

-It’s his way of sharing his world with the people he cares about while keeping them at a safe distance.

Steven

-Honestly, he often forgets that he’s supposed to get a gift.

-It’s easy to tell when he’s forgotten, because he defaults to chocolates or other sweet treats.

-When he remembers, though, it’s always the most thoughtful thing ever, so it’s easy to forgive him.

-Will always write a little note or card.

Jake

-FLOWERS

-So many flowers. Flowers for everything, and not gas station ones, proper ones.

-Dating? Flowers. Friend? Flowers. Birthday? Flowers. Funeral? Lilies, specifically.

-The problem is that he has a bad habit of not leaving a note, and just dropping them off outside people’s doorsteps with no context. He doesn’t care that it might come across as intimidating.

[moonknightblog]

Has someone ever drawn this but with the moon boys instead?

[devilrebirth]

the goldfish problem

oscar isaac in moon knight: episode 1

[casp1an-sea]

Steven Is such a cutie patootie, I feel like he gives nice hugs

actually…