#stevent grant

[xbellaxcarolinax]

What’s up is that I can’t stop thinking about making Steven feel better after a shitty day at his work like he comes home and he’s all huffing bc his boss bitched at him and you just. You know? Let me make you feel good Steven babyyyy

Hope you like :)

Word count: 1123

Warning: This contains s m u t. Minors DNI, please.

How did you get here, Steven splayed out under you with your cunt swallowing his cock? 

It's a funny story, really.

He'd come home huffing and puffing after a long day at work, his face pinched in irritation.

"I don't know what it is," Steven said, hands flying animatedly with a fork in hand, "but Donna hates me. Can you believe the old bat took a customer's side over mine? The bloke said I was overcharging him for a bookmark! A bloody bookmark! Donna's the one who set the price in the first place!" 

"I don't understand…why would she do that?" You questioned with a frown. The number of stories you've heard about that woman was vast and far too many to count. 

"It's hard to say," he stabbed the fork into the veggie lasagna you'd made for dinner, pushing the contents around his plate, "I'm not exactly sure what her issue is with me."

You watched the irritation grow like an infection over his soft features, twisting them to the point where you thought he would cry. His eyes glossed over with unshed tears before he put his fork down, furiously wiping his eyes with a fist. The sight nearly broke your heart.

"My poor baby," you cooed, pushing your plate aside, "I hate seeing you like this." You stood, circling the small dining table to lean against him, wrapping an arm around his broad shoulders, the other cradling his head. He leaned into your touch, eyes downcast and long lashes wet. 

You soothed him with gentle noises, peppering little kisses over his brow.

"I'm sorry, love," he sniffled, “I don’t mean to get all sad on you. I’ve ruined dinner, haven’t I?” His brown eyes gazed up at you, large and sad. You smiled, letting the pad of your thumb run over his lower lip.

“You didn't ruin dinner,” you placed another gentle kiss over his mess of curls, “you have every right to express how you’re feeling.” He sighed, snuggling you close by wrapping his arms around you.

"I love you." He mumbled into your side, the words disappearing into the fabric of your shirt. 

"I love you, too." You smiled, resting your chin over his head, relishing in the scent that was uniquely Steven.

You felt his fingers gently trail down the expanse of your back, resting his hand at the dip. There was nothing sexual about the action, Steven was just a handsy person, seeking relief and comfort through touch alone. 

Or maybe you were wrong about that. 

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Steven finally spoke.

"Dove?" 

"Hmm?"

"Do you think…" he pulled away from you, firmly planting his hands on your hips and keeping his eyes trained on the small strip of visible skin, "Do you think we could…?" Steven slowly slipped a finger into the waistband of your shorts, pulling it back and letting it gently snap back against your skin. 

"Oh, you need a distraction, do you?" You hummed, feigning disinterest until you broke out in laughter at the pout that threatened his lips. Without further hesitation you removed your shirt, tossing it somewhere in the mess of his flat, your shorts following after. "Of course, if that's what my baby wants."

"Please." He whispered, his gaze trailing over your form with adoration. You had nothing special on, just a basic gray sports bra and panties, but he always looked at you like you were beyond human comprehension, something special that only he (and Marc…and Jake) could have.

In a matter of minutes, you had him sitting on the couch with his pants down to his ankles and his patterned button-down shirt pushed up to expose his midriff. His pretty eyes were lidded, mouth slightly ajar as you moved up and down on his cock in a dance you both knew well. 

“Mmm…fuuuck, d’you hear t-that, love?” Steven pants, his thick fingers gripping your hips with a force you’ve recently discovered he had, “d’you hear h-how wet you are?” 

You’ve also recently discovered how filthy he can be with his words, not that you were complaining.

“Mhmm,” your eyes fluttered as you were now acutely aware of the obscene noises your pussy was making as it leaked all over his thick cock, “all for you, baby.” You were pretty sure his balls were now completely drenched with your juices.

You looked down at him, like really looked at him, and felt he was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. You wanted to see him that way forever, in the midst of pleasure, panting and begging you to keep going.

“I-I love you,” he moaned, gripping your face with both hands and bringing you down for a sloppy kiss, “w-wanna be inside y-you all the time. Would y-you let me, d-dove? I p-promise to always be good for you.”

“Mm, Steven, f-fuck, baby,” you leaned your brow against his, “your gonna make me come if you keep talking like that.” Steven trailed his large hands over your shoulders and down to your breasts, kneading the flesh through the bra before landing back on your hips.

“K-keep going,” he panted, guiding you faster over his cock, the thick head jamming into where you want it to hit the most. You followed his lead, lifting yourself up till the head of his cock almost slipped out, before slamming yourself down again.

“Oh my God,” you choked as you threw your head back and closed your eyes. It was like seeing the galaxy behind your lids, an endless abyss of pure pleasure and chaos all at once. “J-just wanna make you h-happy, Steven, baby.”

Steven’s breath comes out in quick bursts, your words causing him to activate his feral side—primal and filthy. He pounded and pounded up into you until his hips stuttered and his eyes rolled so far back it seemed like they would stay that way.

“I’m com—” The words died in his throat before he let out a guttural groan, his fingers digging painfully into your hips. He shot his load into you as you felt your own release, your fingers lost in the mass of his curls when you came and screamed your pleasure to the heavens. 

You slumped over him, chest heaving almost in unison with his. You were barely aware of his hand trailing down your spine, or his spend leaking from your pulsating cunt, dirtying you both.

“Steven,” you sighed, “that was…”

“Amazing,” he finished, dragging his nose over the contours of your face lovingly, “bloody amazing, love.”

“Are you feeling better, baby?” You squeezed your pussy and felt his cock twitch inside of you. Steven hummed, nodding his head lazily with his eyes closed.

“Mm, so much better.”

[cyberfgz]

jake calling steven “wall street” is so funny to me like GET HIS ASS

[paleroze]

Moon Knight episode five in three images

[sadlyghost]

marc and steven support the reader at their new job? gender neutral reader but you can decide whether its more fatherly or brotherly, thank you!

Summary: You finally agree to let your older brothers pick you up from your new afterschool job. You had feared that they would playfully embarass you as usual, but instead you got to see their proud support for you.

Pairing: Steven Grant / Marc Spector x (platonic) Teen Sibling Reader

Words: 1.9k

Content Warnings: Insecurity(?)

You had recently been working afterschool at a small cafe in your area. You were new to the job, but had already adapted well to the environment. You had learned almost all the necessary skills, still getting the hang of some things, but overall, doing very well at your first job.

Your older brothers had been begging to come and see you at your work, but you had kept denying their requests. You knew how good they were at playfully embarassing you and you just didn't want your new coworkers to see you so embarassed. Of course your older brothers always had good intentions, you didn't doubt that, but they knew you so well that they could embarass you in practically any situation.

Steven was usually oblivious though, embarassing you on accident and only realising afterwards. Marc was more tactical, he always had a goal to execute; whether it was prompting you to start a conversation with a classmate you liked, or persuading your family members to favour you.

You wouldn't give them too much of a hard time about it though, it was their brotherly duty to do such a thing. You'd usually react by just hiding your face, shielding yourself from the embarassment as you slid away into the nearest hiding spot until it was safe to come out so that you and your brothers could laugh it off.

You were currently working at the register and handling the customers infront of the cafe afterschool when your brothers entered the store. Today was the day you had agreed that they could pick you up and drive you home from work.

You were too busy to notice as they entered the small cafe, looking around the place and taking in the atmosphere. It was nice, welcoming. They noticed you at the register, serving a customer kindly, which brought a smile to their faces. They hadn't seen you in a work environment before, but it looked like you were doing well, they were very proud.

You then moved on to making another hot drink, your brothers noticing that your concentration face was on full display. They new you well enough to know when you were truely concentrating on your task, even if it was something as small as making a coffee for someone.

They just observed your actions, not wanting to disturb you as you finished up your shift as it seemed quite busy at the moment.

Steven moved to the back of the cafe, just observing you proudly as you moved around behind the counter, collecting various treats for the customers.

After the line of customers had dissipated and there was no one else waiting in the store, Steven stepped forward to the register, deciding to speak to you while the cafe was quiet and empty. You automatically headed over as you noticed another customer you needed to serve in your peripheral vision. But when you looked up, your eyes widened as you realised it was your brother.

"Hiya y/nn," he greeted warmly as he waved at you.

"You're here already?!" you ask, a little shocked that they hadn't come to embarass you yet.

"Indeed we are. You look like such a professional here," Steven comments as he gestures around the coffee store. "Are you suree you haven't been workin' here for months?" he says, acting playfully suspicious, his words implications turning out to be a compliment.

"Not a chance. I started the other week. I still don't know how to use half of this stuff. Plus, a customer said 'thank you' after I served them and then I said 'you too'. Like what the hell? I can't even serve properly," you insult your own abilities, feeling down about your performance at this new job already.

"Heyy, I'm sure you're crushing it. I watched you serve like ten people, you were bloody brilliant. Totally aced it," he compliments. You look away, finding it hard to accept his words. "Here, I'll test it out, 'ey? Which is the best drink?" he asks, looking up at the menu hanging on the wall above you.

"Well you'd probably like the chai," you reply. You knew how much Steven loved his tea so of course you recommended that for him

Steven ordered the tea and watched curiously as you made it. Luckily the rush from before seemed to of died down as no other customers were entering the store currently. You spent your time making it, you knew just how Steven liked his tea so you were hoping he'd enjoy it. He took a sip of it and a wide smile spread across his face.

"Oh wow. Now this is a top tier cuppa. This is proper good y/n," he says, taking another sip.

"Yeah but your my brother, you have to say you like it. It's just sibling rules," you explain, still avoiding his compliments.

"But I'm telling the truthh," he whines playfully. "This is heavenly."

"You're also biased to tea, it's your British-ness," you pointed out.

"Hmm I'd say that I'm an expert, not biased - meaning that I know my good teas from bad" Steven says matter of factly, putting his index finger up.

"I still don't believe you. I've only been here for a couple of weeks. I can hardly make anything right," you say, feeling defeated.

"Seems like I'll have to be the real judge here," Marc says after switching out with Steven. You groan softly, the risk of embarassment just increased tenfold. What was he up to?

"And you know my opinions on tea, y/n, so I'm gonna give you my honest review" he says, referring to his dislike of almost all teas.

You watch nervously as your brother takes a sip of the tea. He nods to himself and then looks back to you.

"Man, Steven wasn't joking. This is actually very good. Maybe you're just a natural barista. Good job y/n," he says, acting surprisingly nice and not cheeky at all. Maybe he was being genuine and maybe you didn't actually suck at this job. Huh.

But you barely have time to brush of his compliments, as your boss steps in from out the back of the cafe, joining you behind the counter as she moves around, doing some general cleaning. Your wide eyes look to Marcs. He knows that look. It's the 'don't embarass me now' look. He chuckles softly to himself. Oh no.

"Excuse me ma'am," Marc calls out to your boss. You quietly groan to yourself, preparing for your older brothers antics on his seemingly life long quest to embarass you.

"Yes sir?" your boss replies, walking over beside you to assess the situation, thinking Marc is about to complain about something.

You watch as Marc adjusts his posture, noticing him putting on his acting face as he selects a character which will help him best suceed in his goal. You thought his goal was going to be just plain embarassing you again, but once he started talking, you became confused with his motives.

"I just gotta say, this is the best tea I've ever had! I mean, damn, you guys serve amazing drinks!" he says, acting unusually cheery. Your boss is relieved and you're just confused. He wasn't going to embarass you completely?

"And this employee here, absolutely wonderful! Great customer service," he states, really going over the top with his smile and facial expressions, which was much unlike your older brother. But he wanted to get his point positvely across to your boss, he was trying to persuade her.

"They did a great job! I can tell they're really skilled at what they do. A lot of care went into this tea. I can definitely taste it," he contiues complimenting you in his overly cheery voice.

"How long have they been working here?" Marc asks your boss, even though he already knew the answer of course.

"Just a few weeks now. They're very talented, aren't they?" your boss agrees.

"A few weeks? Thats impressive" Marc says, acting suprised at this information. "I know they've only been here for a little while, but I think they're a keeper for sure. I mean, I'd be giving them a raise if I were you," he suggests, persuasively. You gasp in shock at his words. Was that his goal here? Was he seriously trying to get you a raise when you had only just started here? That was never going to work.

Your boss considers his words before nodding her head in agreement, much to your suprise.

"You know what? You're very right sir. They definitely deserve a raise," she says. Marc smiles in sucess and you just look at him in disbelief. He really just did that. He totally just convinced your boss to give you a raise.

"You're shift is almost up, y/n. Lets talk about this raise before I let you go, okay?" your boss asks kindly. You nod to her and look back to Marc with wide eyes. Marc just smiles at you, lowkey amused by your shocked reaction.

"I'll wait outside," he whispers. You nod before heading to the back to discuss the raise.

Marc is waiting outside, back to his usual self, no more cheery over the top acting to win you a raise. You walk up to him, jaw still dropped at what he had done.

"I can't believe you just did that. You even put on your whole cheery face and everything," you state. He chuckles at you.

"I think it went pretty well. Did your boss give you a good raise?" he asks curiously.

"How couldn't she after your whole damn speech? It was a great amount" you said, laughing softly as you loosened up a bit.

"Well I'm glad. You're super good at this job, so you totally deserve it," he says, patting you on the back as you both start walking back to his car so they can drive you home.

"I can completely confirm. I've had my fair share of cuppa's in my time. But that was positively delicious" Steven pipes in. You smile, finally starting to believe their words and gain some confidence in your own abilities on the job.

"Well thanks guys. Maybe you picking me up from work isn't completellyyyy horriblee" you admit. Steven laughs at your reluctance to admit such a thing.

"Does that mean we're sheduled for tomorrow as well?" he says hopefully. You nod with a smile.

Turns out, your brothers picking you up from work went much better than expected. Sure you were still a little embarassed, but it was all with good intentions and it turned out well. They are your big brothers, its practically their job to embarass you. Thankfully, their countless compliments and over the top speech to your boss had worked out in your favour. You had even started accepting their kind words.

You were thankful to have such caring older brothers who were enthusiastic to come back and pick you up from your job again and again and however many times you wanted them to. They were the best.

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A/N - Hello, yes, I am indeed back and returned. Sorry I kinda dipped out of Tumblr for a bit.

Hope y'all enjoy this and I hope the person who requested this is happy with it :)

Any and all feedback is accepted. I'm here to improve and make y'all feel better, so knowing what you want and how you feel about this is very helpful haha.

Fun Fact: Chai translates to tea in Hindi, so saying 'chai tea' really just means 'tea tea'.

Have a wonderful day everyone :)

[later-gators12]

Stevent Grant’s vibes

[nicktremblaywayfu]

If you’re willing to would you do a little Steven/Arthur Drabble?

Hello Anon, this is the first time i wrote canon x canon thing so i hope you like it <3 also i got carried a bit with the idea and turning this into a little fics instead, i hope you don't mind

Warnings : Hint of manipulation from Arthur if you squint, Steven fighting with Marc

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The breeze air and fresh scent from the spring of Alps brought relief to the man. 

Mother bird feeding her chirping starving chicks.

People doing their business and helping each other.

Overall, the temperature was mild. Comfortable enough for him to lay down on the small hill next to the rural area.

Steven sighed after throwing his body on the soft grass, hands as a pillow with one leg topped another. This was what he always dreamed of.

A peace.

There was no giant bird skull headed creature disturbing him. There was no little American man living inside his mind taking control of his body. No blood on his hand. No guns, not even a dagger. All those things have been shooed away, as he found peace in his life.

“Steven.”

He ignored the calling from the gust of wind.

“Steven, we need to talk.”

The gust of wind was getting a bit irritated.

“Until when you are going to let Harrow get into your mind, Steven ?” 

He groaned like a little boy.

“Until you actually shut up and disappeared from my mind, mate. Last time I let you take control of this body and all of a sudden my hands were covered in blood. Human blood !” Steven rolled his body to the left, staring at the puddle reflecting someone other than him despite having the same body and face. 

“Anyone but Harrow for Khonshu’s sake. Even the old bird grew tired with your attitude. I know there is something awfully amiss when someone like Khonshu gets tired of it.” Marc sighed from the reflection. 

“Listen, I'm truly, truly sorry that I literally got us into trouble often but I promise you, Steven. It was for our sake. Harrow is there planning to release a goddess that the enneads council locked her in a secret place, which none of them even know where it is. There is a reason why she was feared and that Harrow guy is trying to find her. Do you get the connection here ?” Marc gestured his hands trying to explain from the reflection.

Steven closed his eyes for a moment, then got up.

“If Ammit was here from the start, my life wouldn’t be this miserable as she already punished those who wronged me.” He said sadly, leaving Marc facepalming in desperation. 

“There you are, Steven.” His mood brightened up as a shoulder length brown haired man called him. His icy blue eyes gaze and lightsome smile was one of few things that cheered him in his life.

No one would wish to have what Steven had. His only friend was a fish named Gus, his mother was nowhere to be seen despite all the postcards she sent to him, none of his coworkers were really fond of him. Not to mention a woman that he was supposed to date now despised him as he accidentally left her alone in the restaurant, eating the best steak in the town that he promised. He didn’t remember when or how he promised a date, considering meat was not on his menu. But it was a once in a lifetime chance and he lost it forever.

No one wanted to love a nerdy British man who was obsessed with those silly Egyptian Mythology. 

Until it was changed second after fate brought Harrow to Steven’s life. They found each other in the museum which Steven worked at. He scared him a bit at first, but he promised salvation, shelter, and love.

He promised love.

Love.

Something that he woke up everyday knowing he had none of it.

Something that he deserved yet he never got before until Harrow came.

It doesn’t matter if Harrow was a man. He seeked someone to love him and him to love. And Harrow had proven himself he was able to provide what Steven needed. 

It doesn’t even matter if Marc actually had a wife or husband before. He didn’t know and he did not care. It was his life, not someone who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

It was supposed to be the life of Steven Grant, not Marc Spector.

“Always love to see you, Arthur.” His iconic wide innocent smile adorned his face. He hugged Arthur instantly, melting in his touch. 

Steven always famished in love and touch, and so was Arthur. All the hugs he gave and received, nothing felt like the one Steven gave. Both melted to each other like they were always meant to be together. 

Arthur pecked a kiss on Steven’s lips, adoring his sweet boy. 

“Oh seeing you was the reason I keep breathing ‘till now, Steven. “ He cupped his cheek, squishing them in a cute aggression way.

Arthur rested his arm on his shoulder, their height was perfectly matched like two puzzle pieces. It was a slow day in the cult (which Arthur definitely said it was a community rather than a cult), nothing much happened. There was no mercenary trying to kill Arthur, nor loud metal banging noises coming from a 3 meters egyptian god. Ideal afternoon to relax, having quality time with each other. 

The lunch was perfect as usual. Mushroom cream soup with potato, cooked and served with cold water as the beverage. Arthur always cooked for the best, especially for Steven. Nutritious food to fill his tummy 3 times a day. Oh it was indeed better meals compared to what he ate back in his old life. Either a cheap fast-food chain soup or an instant porridge that was ready in a 3 minute cooking method. 

“Say, got any plans for this sunny afternoon ?” Arthur leaned on Steven closer to his face, breath almost matching each other.

“All i got in my mind was you, love. Perhaps we could take time to relax. ‘Mind been hazy since morning.” He scratched the back of his head, with Arthur understanding what he meant. 

He can’t say that he hated Marc. However, he would appreciate it if Marc didn’t interfere with his love of life for 5 minutes. 

“I see, I see. Then we can take a light nap on the couch, enjoying the breeze of the day.” 

“Oh, lovely !” 

Arthur sat on a couch a bit far from the crowd of the village. Steven instantly rested his head on his lap, stretching his limbs getting ready to give his mind a respite. When his mind wandered to the realm of dream, Marc was nowhere to be able to make any trouble.

He smiled softly at his man, giggled when Arthur booped his nose. The sight of their romance sometimes resembled those romantic lives of highschool teenagers. Cheesy yet sweet. A simple love story they needed. No complicated arguments, no yelling to each other, no knives aimed at each other’s throat. Just two men loving each other in a heartfelt way.

His soft delicate curly hair entwined between Arthur’s rough fingers. Hands which he used to fight, to defend, to love. He stroked his hair softly, making him comfortable to close his eyes with the soft wind cooling down the temperature. 

“Have a nice nap, my love.”

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