#moonkight

[icarusredwings]

Drive 2011 without context is Moonknight owes the mob movie and Ken from Barbie fucking kills everyone.

[holy-shit-comics]

[sylustration]

I've had a MONTH, so to make myself feel better, here are the Moon Boys as cats.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Pussy drunk Steven Grant!!

hii, im very sorry this has taken so long!! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 also apologies in advance if there’s mistakes, I had a migraine while editing this

sweet

Steven Grant x f reader

wc || 0.6k

warnings || 18+ only sexually explicit content (oral f receiving, subby steven, praise) minors dni I couldn’t help but make him submissive, it’s just too easy

masterlist + rules

taglist

Steven Grant is the type of guy who often needs guidance to get a job done, needing simple reassurance and encouragement, the kind who loved hearing when he was doing something well. 

You and Steven haven't been dating long, so you were still somewhat foreign to one another's bodies, unsure how to navigate each other just yet. Steven being the adorably sweet and awkward guy he is, hasn't had much luck with women, causing him to feel inadequate in the bedroom. Since you became a couple, you've been experimenting with ways to build his confidence, quickly learning that he responds well to praise and direction. 

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He looks up at you from between your thighs, his dark brown eyes blown huge as he stares up in adoration. Hands lightly stroking your thighs with uncertain features, grazing his palms over the soft flesh. 

You reassuringly nod as you place your hand over his, slowly guiding it to where you need him most. Lacing into his fingers as you lead him over your underwear, palming him over you. "Yeah, that's it," you whisper, momentarily closing your eyes as you feel his delicate touch. "Take them off," you softly instruct, nodding when you notice his questioning eyes. 

He slips from your gentle grip to snake his fingers into your waistband, gingerly sliding them down. His eyes dart between you and your pussy, looking at you with a precarious glimmer as he settles himself, getting comfortable between your legs.

"Go on," you ease, your tone full of warmth. You slide your fingers into his curls, gently tugging. "That's it," reassuring.

He itches his mouth closer, faintly licking a soft stripe through your folds, featherlight touch as he does so. He slides his arms under your thigh and reaches up to your hand, lacing and clasping into your fingers as if he was seeking comfort. His tongue stiffens as he slides through you again, parting your folds with a content groan, his movements light yet precise. "Right there, Steven... that's it," you softly praise, tightening your grip in his hand and hair. "You're doing so well."

Your praise instantly encouraged Steven. He began to work over you as if he had finally got a knack for you, your taste and feel being something he doesn't want to part from.

His gluttonous mouth movements grow hungry and desperate as he flicks over you, swirling over your clit as he listens to your body, listening to your hitches in breath. Paying attention to you.

Encouraging him further, you earnestly whimper in praise as you tug his hair, eyes screwed shut, muttering senselessly in the air. "Right there... you're making me feel so good, Steven... so good," peeking down, you catch a brief moment of eye contact before your eyes clamp closed again. "You're doing such a good job."

Steven's initial reaction to your somewhat pained whines of pleasure was to stop, unsure if he was hurting you. Sensing his uncertainty, you tenderly brush over the back of his hand as if to comfort him, silently reassuring him as you feel the build-up to your release.

He laps over you in the way he knew you liked, flicking and teasing your clit, parting and sucking on your folds, not once faltering in motion as he brought you to your high. Caressing your pussy.

Quivering against his lips as you coat his tongue, freely jolting as you came. 

He gently kisses your inner thigh before crawling up the bed next to you, snuggling into your side as he adjusts the covers, draping it over your lower half. You twist your neck to face him, sweetly kissing his lips while you wrap your arms around him, nuzzling the side of your head into his chest.  

@thewinterv @bubblezuku

[ashdreams2023]

Y’all wanna know which character in the mcu that I want to beat the shit out of?

Mark’s abusive mother cause lord it’s been how long? THREE YEARS AND I STILL WANT TO DRAG HER ASS!

Then drag her useless husband who let the abuse continue and had the audacity at her fucking funeral!💀

That boy didn’t deserve all of that! He was a child! What if he died? Would she treat his brother the same? FUCK NO I HATE THAT BITCH SO MUCH!

[ronn-uuu]

Stay up for me?

I made a part 2 for y’all bitches!! 😁 I hope you y’all enjoy!! 🫶🏾

|Part 1|

Summary: It’s been 4 weeks since the music incident with Steven. You’ve been trying to talk to your neighbor(s) to befriend ‘him’ but he’s never there. One day you hear him through the walls one night and decide this is your chance.

Pairing: Marc x Reader (heavily), Steven x reader and Jake x reader.

You were laying on your bed with your phone in hand reading some random stuff (like you are now.) trying to cure some sort of boredom or need inside of your chest. Your mind wondered onto the neighbor, the one you met about a month ago, you kinda wanted to see him again. Your attempts to talk to him always failed. He was never home and when he was you were out. One time you passed him without realizing it, he was leaving and you were heading to your Flat. You walked right past him no words at all. You didn’t realize he might be your neighbor until you were trying to fall asleep.

You huffed in embarrassment, you really missed your chance and you don’t know when—

Muffled speaking cut your self loathing. You looked at the wall next your bed, waiting to see if you were just hearing things.

“We need to talk to Khonshu about these hell of hours, yeah?” Muffled through the thin wall. It took you 5 seconds to hop off your bed put some pants on, slip your fluffy boots on, and clean yourself up in the mirror. It was embarrassing how quickly you changed emotions, your looks and self esteem just for a guy who knocked on your door a month ago. Though you didn’t care, you wanted to finally speak to him. The very pretty Steven Grant was home and you just had to shoot your horrible shot.

You closed your front door and walked next door. Your heart was going so fast and I you were literally beaming, like a kid who just got praised for something. You knocked softly after fixing your hair one last time.

Marc was currently in control, he got them home and cleaned them up. The month after meeting you was full of them running around meeting up with Layla, protecting people, artifacts, and people. Their sleep schedule was totally fucked, once steven finally fell asleep and in the same minute Jake woke up and went out to go fight crime. They had an altar meeting after waking in a dark alley bloody, bruised and still in the suit.

Marc sighs as he feeds Gus 2.0 since Steven will never let Marc get away will killing the original Gus. Just when he was beginning to start his horrendous sulking he heard a knock.

“Who could be awake at this hour?” Steven questioned.

“Who knows,” Jake replied. Marc walked towards the door and opened it. None of them would have thought it would be the pretty neighbor from next door, Marc should have given the body to Steven but Marc didn’t give him an ounce of control. His eyes racked over your frame. You looked so snug in that fluffy faux fur jacket and those fluffy boots, he couldn’t help but think you looked cute.

“Hey Steven!” You exclaimed. You were excited to meet him again but hearing a name that wasn’t his but his altar’s made him jealous.

“Hey, it’s been awhile,” Marc says. You notice his accent was American, his features were more rougher, and he stood more confident than when you last saw him. Maybe it’s because last time you saw him, he was tired. But he changes accents when he’s tired…?? You shoved the thought of it down. Maybe he’ll tell you one day.

“Yes it has. I’ve been trying reach you for a while,” you admitted. Marc smiled, you we’re trying to reach them and it won't be the first and definitely not last time he cursed khonshu. He could have been spending his time with you but he knew deep down that lives would have lost so he kept the cures to a minimum.

“Really?” Marc smuggly asked. Steven was partying in their mind., their neighbor literally sought for them after the music incident. This was the close he got for someone showing interest in him. Jake praised him for it too.

“Yes, steven,” you said as you playfully roll your eyes. Marc would be lying if he didn’t say ant to tell you everything… First with his DiD. That he was Marc Spector and not Steven, but one thing held him back. Rejection. If you reject him even the slightest about his identity he’ll never feel alive again. His mind is already ‘broken’ enough.

"I should have asked this when I knocked on your door. What's your name, sweetheart?" Marc asked looking down at you. You smiled and told him your name before he parriot it back to you with such softness, like it was a delicate flower. Your eyes soften towards him, if he keeps saying your name like that you'll never let him go. Their mind was filled with steven and Jake repeating it.

“Hey I’m thinking of getting a late night snack… want to come?” You ask and ‘steven’ nods. You smiled widely that would have your cheek bones hurting for a bit.

[marvelthottie]

New Set

Steven Grant x BLACK Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI,heavy steven centric, subby steven is my weakness,hand kink but not really but maybe so 😝

Steven was obsessed with your hands; well, your nails, you’ve noticed. You and Steven have been friends for a long time, ever since he started teaching night classes at your college. You taught a creative lesson on Wednesday and Friday nights. He taught History of Ancient Egypt, a small class, but his students were just as eager to learn as he was to teach. Sometimes when you give your students the last 20 minutes to do an open writing assignment, you would cross the hall to watch them ramble about the Egyptian Goddess of the day. But little did you know that as much as you watch Steven, he watches you twice as much, especially your hands.

Steven would call himself a dork, yes, and oddball maybe, a history nerd definitely, but with you, he feels like Steven. Whenever you’d go out to lunch before class, he watched you ramble about all the stories your students came up with. You always talked with your hands, he noticed, your perfectly manicured acrylic nails clacking as you exaggerate your points.

But tonight, he couldn’t keep himself from staring back at you when you walked in and leaned against the back wall as he was rambling about the wonderful Taweret. You were wearing a brown blazer with a white turtle neck, a matching brown shirt, and white ankle boots to pull the outfit together. But his gaze stopped at your hands; you were holding one of your favorite mugs. This time around, your nails were medium-length, white coffin nails. Steven’s very proud of his knowledge of getting your nails done. Your hands were always one of his favorite parts of you, though he’d never tell. And if you’d ask, he’d always say your brilliant mind.

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and sadly took his gaze from you and looked at the time; he realized his excited rambles had taken his class over nearly 10 minutes.

“Alright, everyone, I’ve talked your heads off. Let's get you all packed up and ready to go.” He watched as you walked towards his desk, eyes shamelessly watching the skirt cling to your brown legs.

His class cleared out quickly, seeing as it was a Friday Night and his class was barely six people.

“Hey, Steven,” You said, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Hey, done for today?”

“Yeah, told the class once they’re done with their writing, pack up and head out whenever.” You take another sip, slower, noticing his eyes tracking the movement.

You don’t know if it was genuine curiosity or mischief feeling but you couldn’t help to tease him.

“Steven?” you drawled out his name, to which he answered with intrigued yes. “ You’re obsessed with my hands, always staring but never commenting. Do you not like my nails?” You questioned, setting down your mug and standing in front of him as he stood behind his desk.

“No, love, that's not it.” He exclaimed, flushed and running a hand through his messy curls. “ I love them all the shapes and sizes, colors and gems. To be honest, this set is very plain for you.” He said, eyes widening, “ Not that there’s anything wrong with them. They're pretty, you’re pretty, and your hands are lovely. I quite like your hands, as you may know.”

You could see Steven get even redder when he took a second to realize what he had said. You walked around his desk, moving him over so you were between his legs. You grabbed his fidgeting hands, noticing he drew in a sharp breath. “ Stephen, do you like my hands?

“Yes,” he replied

“And do you want me to touch you with my hands?”

“God, yes, love,” he whispered.

You smiled, looking into his eyes, then you let your hands wander from his shoulders to his surprisingly muscular arms to his abs, to the bulge growing in his slacks.

“ Wait, as much as I want this, and I swear I do, but we c—“

You cut him off with a kiss, “ If you’re worried about being caught, Steven, then you’ll have to be quiet.” You smirked as he let off a soft whimper.

“Fuck”, he moaned softly as you unbuttoned his pants, gently pulling him out so as not to scratch him.

You stroked him from base to tip, going slow as to tease. You repeated the motion and squeezed softly when you to the head, watching as precum wet your hand. You wanted to make him beg for it, wanting to watch him fall apart, but you couldn’t. You knew the janitor would be around sooner rather than later; you had to make this quick.

You firmly stroked his cock, earning a hiss from Steven, which quickly turned to whimpers as you quickened your pace.

Steven thrusts into your hand; his hands balled to his sides, hushed heavy breaths coming from him. He’s trying so hard to be quiet, trying so hard to be good.

All you can hear is the squelching sound of his cock as you work him closer to completion.

You could hear the janitor next door cleaning your room, and you grabbed his cock with your other hand, applying pressure to the base and twisting the other on his tip.

“Y/N,” he whined, “ I won’t last.”

“That’s the point, Steven, cum for me, cum all over my hand. Don’t you want to be a good boy for me?”

Maybe it was your words or your hands on him, but you watched as he gasped, eyes rolling back as his orgasm punched out of him. He came all over your hands, even some hitting your thighs and the bottom of your skirt, but you didn’t care. You watched Steven cum, pleasure clouding his features as he shivered from the aftershocks.

You tucked him back in his pants, using the tissue of his desk to try and clean any evidence of what transpired. He sat down and slumped in his chair from the pleasure.

He looked at you dazed, smiling softly, “So, what color are you getting next?”

[nowayhomerry]

steven grant rec list

a lot of these fics have moments or mentions of marc spector x reader, but this is a primarly steven centric list. i will eventually be making another list for marc so stay tuned for that - <3

red flags | series (18+) - @astroboots

masterlist

categories: smut, some fluff in there too

word count: 109.1k (in total)

summary: sweet as he is, dating steven means you have to be willing to ignore a few red flags along the way

chocolate (18+) - @laters-gators

categories: smut

word count: 6.1k

summary: after weeks of pining for your coworker steven grant, sharing chocolate over a late shift causes sparks to fly

crush <3 (18+) - @mcusua

categories: smut, fluff

word count: 6.2k

summary: a simple date with your coworker crush turns into so much more

cheer me up before you go go (18+) - @missdictatorme

categories: smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst

word count: 4.5k

summary: you have a crush on your sweet neighbor, and after steven's bad date emotions surface. as the sexual tension between you grows impossible to ignore, a third party joins the chat, so to speak

meet cute - @scandalous-chaos

categories: FLUFF

word count: 0.6k

summary: you meet a cute gift shopist on your way to work

tuesday's on the phone to me - @spilledkauffie

categories: angst, fluff

word count: 2.5k

summary: steven misses a date with you; understanding and thinking that you'll never want to see him again, he apologizes and leaves...

ya rouhi | series (18+) - @skvatnavle

part 1 part 2

categories: smut, fluff

word count: 4.0k (in total)

summary: along with your new job at the museum, you meet a sweet gift shopist

good day - @oswildin

categories: fluff

word count: 4.0k

summary: you and steven work at the museum together. little did he know you had a crush on the man. after getting yourself into trouble, you and steven are both punished with an evening in inventory

a lasting impression - @writefightandflightclub

categories: ANGST ANGST ANGST (like your heart will break)

word count: 7.9k

summary: steven falls asleep on you. no... i mean literally on you

take over (18+) - @foxilayde

categories: SMUT

word count: 3.3k

summary: there's a girl in his bed and a wolf at his door

history lesson (18+) - @polaroidpetal

categories: smut

word count: 2.4k

summary: people say not to mix your personal life with working life. the rules change when your working life is a major turn on for your personal life

take on me - @oswildin

categories: fluff

word count: 4.6k

summary: you end up on an accidental date with steven, but it ends up being the best date you could've asked for. it leads into more, but things aren't as simple as they appear. with adoration strong for the man, you take a chance on him

lovin' arms to hold me | series - @harrysweasleys

part 1 part 2

categories: fluff, a bit a angst

word count: 8k (in total)

summary: being a tour guide at the museum and development a stupid crush on steven, only to have that all crash and burn when you find out about his date

where it starts - @silversweetpea

categories: fluff

word count: 3.9k

summary: you can't tell if it takes you a day a week or a month to fall in love with steven. you just know that you do

in you i find solace (18+) - @cunaeparker

categories: smut, fluff

word count: 6k

summary: thunderstorms are frightening. she finds herself wound up at her neighbor's flat- aka her best friend's residence. surrounded by candlelight and words unspoken. maybe the blown fuse was a blessing in disguise?

angry sex (18+) - @thatredheadwriter

categories: smut. fluff

word count: 2.3k

summary: steven's had a lousy day at work, but when he comes home to find you just getting out of the shower, the two of you find another way for him to blow off some steam

first time's a charm (18+) - @babyboibucky

categories: smut, fluff

word count: 3k

summary: steven's about to lose his virginity to you

the first move | series (18+) - @paper-n-ashes

part 1 part 2 (part 2 is marc x reader)

categories: smut, fluff

word count: 6.3k (in total)

summary: you work at a tea shop and you have a crush on one of your regulars, a cute museum worker. you're convicted that he's never going to make a move, until a "friend" of his tells you that you're going to have to make it yourself

stupid - @mrsknightt

categories: fluff

word count: 1k

summary: working at a museum had its perks, one of them being developing a stupid crush on your coworker

really, truly (18+) - @jangofctts

categories: smut, some fluff

word count: 5.3k

summary: a little incident at work lead to some private time alone in a back room with your coworker

like you better (18+) - @helpinghanikan

categories: smut, fluff

word count: 3.2k

summary: only a few hours inside his head and steven managed to annoy marc into making a pit stop before reaching egypt. but maybe marc isn't as bad as they both think

heavy metal lover (18+) - @ozarkthedog

categories: smut

word count: 1.2k

summary: steven fucks you with one of his batons after you watch him fight

holy mary (18+) - @vi-sinner

categories: smut, fluff

word count: 2.5k

summary: you and steven have been together for a few months, and every time you reached to take things farther he pushes away. but in reality, it has everything to do with him, not you

a little banged up (18+) - @grippingbeskar

categories: smut, a bit of fluff

word count: 5.6k

summary: you haven't seen steven in a few days so you decide to go to his flat and check up on him

sucking (18+) - @myfictionaldreams

categories: smut, fluff

word count: 2k

summary: steven seemed to have a fascination with watching you suck on your fingers

love you like the sun came out - @marc-spectorr

categories: fluff!

word count: 0.9k

summary: steven spends an evening with two of his absolute favorites - the egyptian exhibit at the museum and you