#imagine moon knight

[theartofimagining13]

Imagine:

It’s yours and Steven/Marc’s wedding day but your ex Loki decides to show up and make trouble. The venue quickly turns into a lethal battlefield with the two men fighting over you.

[bored-mumma]

Steven Grant - Fluff alphabet - SFW

Steven Grant - Smut Alphabet - NSFW

MASTERLIST

A = Activities. What are their favourite things to do with you?

Steven often asks what you want to do, happy to go along with anything you wanted - even if it was something as simple as going to do a food shop, he was more than happy to come along. He had been dreaming of someone to share his time with for so many years now, that even the little things are fantastic for him. Evenings tend to go with you both cuddled up either in bed or on the sofa, Steven flicking through the tv until he finds something for you both to watch but eventually you end up reading a book or falling asleep.

B = Baby. Do they want a family? Why/Why not?

In his head he’ll always imagine having a home with you, a couple of kids running around as you live a pretty simple, domestic life. Him coming home after work to a warm house and loving family fills his heart with joy every time he thinks about it. But then he’s dragged back down by his other thoughts, questioning his own abilities and decides maybe it's best to not have kids as he’s not sure what kind of parent he would be. Steven would constantly flip between wanting and not wanting kids.

C = Cuddle. How do they cuddle?

As long as your pressed together as much as possible, he’s happy. Although him having his head on your chest as you both lay in bed reading a book is basically heaven to him.

D = Dates. What are dates with them like?

At the start they’re very traditional. Going out for dinners, ending the night with him walking you home - always making sure to buy you some flowers or some chocolates. But as time went on, you would start to go to museums or just have movie nights at home.

E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

You are the love of my life.

F = Feelings. When did they know they were falling in love?

Steven is a man who falls hard and fast for a person. He knew it was love on your second date as he gushed about his workday, how he’s still trying to become a tour guide even though his boss keeps telling him it would never happen. He then went on to spurt out all of his knowledge about Egyptology and his love for it. He was a little nervous, so he kept rambling on and on and didn’t realise until you started to ask questions, watching him and genuinely interested about what he was saying. Although you were interested in it, you were more loving watching how passionate he was being about the topic. After about an hour of him rambling and you asking follow-up questions, he switched the topic of what you’re most interested in. Just like you, he adored how your eyes lit up when you spoke your passion. It was a look he loved with all his heart.

G = Gentle. Are they gentle? If so, how?

Oh my days he is so gentle. Almost like if he holds you too tightly, you’ll break. He’ll run his hands down your side as you cuddle, leaving a trail of goosebumps. His head resting on your chest as he listens to your heartbeat. The only time he’ll basically grip on to you is in his sleep. He’ll have his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away in the night.

He’s also gentle in the way he talks to you. Even in arguments, Steven would never ever yell at you. Yeah, he may get frustrated and a little sarcastic, but would never yell. 

H = Holding Hands. How do they like to hold hands?

Interlocked fingers, maybe absentmindedly swinging them as he walks along.

I = Impression. First impression/ how you met.

You were taking a tour around the museum with a couple of friends when you met Steven. It ended at the gift shop, your friends having a quick browse before deciding there was nothing of their interest, but you were tourn between a couple of things. Your friends left, saying they’ll meet you outside and that's when Steven came over to help out a customer, just like any other day. But as you looked up to him, a smile on your face as you explained you liked both of the things you were holding but only had enough money for one, asking for his opinion on which was better, Steven found himself staring a little more than he would like to admit. He could tell you were kind and couldn’t help himself when he said you could take one of the items with no extra cost. He would definitely get in trouble for it but seeing the smile on your face as you kept repeating your thanks, it was worth it. The next day you came in again, heading straight to the gift shop with some cash to give to Steven for the free item he gave you the day before.

J- Jealousy. Do they get jealous often/easily?

Not very often but every once in a while, he’ll have a bit of a jealous fit. You noticed it tended to come on when his sleep has been worse than usual, making him pretty hard to deal with sometimes. The latest time was when you met Steven at the museum to join him on his lunch break, he noticed you were talking to a couple security guards as you waited. In his mind you were smiling a little too much and they were laughing a little too hard at your jokes. But he won’t come out and say to you what's wrong though. Steven in more of a bubble up in silence type. Eventually you’ll coax him into telling you what's wrong and that's when all his jealousy mixed with insecurities come tumbling out of his mouth.

K = Kiss. How do they kiss?

Most of the time he would start with holding your chin between his finger and thumb, gently brushing his lips with your lips. But when you chased his lips as he would pull away, he would go back in. Moving both of his hands to the back of your neck, holding you in place. His kisses weren’t dominating at all but were always extremely passionate.

L = Love. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

You do, although Steven had been thinking it basically since your second date. He knew what he felt, but his inexperience in dating meant he wasn’t sure when the right time to say it would be. Although the moment you told him you loved him, he told you he loved you too every second he got.

M = Memory. What’s their favourite memory together?

The day you agreed to move in with him is certainly a treasured memory. You had been sleeping over constantly, neither of you wanting you to go back to your own place. Steven had even got rid of some of his stuff to make room for your own. One day when you had finally run out of your own clothes and had to head back to your own place for just a night or two, Steven had a sudden idea! 

“What if you just brought all your stuff over here? I could clear out some more space, y’know. So, you don’t have to go back...”

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” You asked, a huge smile creeping its way onto your face. Steven instantly felt more confident after seeing your reaction. 

“Yeah! Move in with me? Please?”

N = Nickel. Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?

He hasn't got much money to spend on you but that doesn’t stop him from trying his best. Steven will get you flowers once a week, whether it be cheap lilies or expensive roses. He also often tries to make you little things himself - dinners, gift cards, photo books etc to show his love.

O = Open. When would they open up and telling you things about themselves?

Steven admitted his sleeping issues on your third date. He wanted to make sure he let you know about it and how sometimes, his body must be so desperate for sleep that he sleeps through an entire day - the only explanation he can think of for why days seem to just disappear for him. He was terrified of the thought that he would miss a date with you and make you think he stood you up. Thankfully that didn’t happen until you had already been dating for a long time, at which point you knew Steven well enough to know it was a complete accident. 

Other than that Steven has always been a pretty open book with you. Loving having someone he can share things with. At the start he had a little bad habit of over-sharing but thankfully you thought that was pretty cute.

P = Petnames. What petnames do they use?

Most of the time its love but occasionally it will be darling.

Q = Quiz. How much would they remember about thier partner?

Steven, our sweet boy, would remember every single little thing. From how you liked your coffee in the morning to that Christmas present you hinted you wanted six months ago.

R = Rainy Day. How would they spend their rainy day off with you?

Steven is a sucker for a good cuddle. Money is a little tight so instead of turning the heating on during cold, raining winter days, he would opt to have you cuddled against him, a thick blanket over the two of you as you both read your own books. It would be silent except for the storm outside that would often lull Steven into a much-needed sleep, head resting on your shoulder as you ran your hand through his hair.

S = Sad. How do they cheer themselves up?

He still tends to struggle to explain his emotions sometimes. He may begin to try and explain but gets frustrated he can't communicate it properly. So instead, you got him a diary, hoping he may find it easier that way. He did and it actually helped him in finding ways to communicate with you. Of course, a hug and soothing words from you always worked as well.

T = Try. How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, everyday tasks etc.

Stevens love language is definitely acts of service. He would wake up every morning and make you a coffee or tea, making sure to wake you up for work with a kiss and a warm drink to start your day. Gifts wise, he was amazing! As said before, money is a little tight but that doesn’t stop him bringing things home from work often, saying how they’ve just got these new things in stock at the gift shop, and he knew instantly you would love it. 

Dates he would struggle a little. He knew of the basics, going out for dinner, going for walks etc. But when it came to doing something bigger and more exciting for anniversaries or birthdays? He had no idea. He thought maybe a more expensive restaurant would be good enough, not really having an idea of what else to do. Eventually though, you would start planning some dates and doing different things together which would give Steven a little inspiration of what to do next.

U = Ugly. What would be some bad habits of theirs?

Steven is messy. Like annoyingly, extremely messy. At first you didn’t mind too much but when you did finally move in and try to clean up his flat a little, it would annoy you to no end when he would come home and mess everything up almost immediately. You knew it wasn’t his fault and he didn’t do it on purpose but even so. When you spoke to him about though, you did notice he started to actively try and be tidier. Though it didn’t make much of a difference - you still appreciated it. 

V = Vanity. How concerned are they with how they look?

Not concerned at all most of the time. He often had tired eyes, hair sticking up a little where he would try to tame down the curls but never really succeeding, clothes never ironed and always slightly baggy. But on the occasion, he would make an effort for you. Putting on a suit and tie and even ironing it. 

W = Wedding. When, how, where do they propose?

Steven did have a big plan. He had a reservation at a beautiful restaurant, set aside some money to buy himself a new suit and you a new outfit too. He picked the perfect ring out and was going to buy some flowers to match the colour of the stone. But one evening, when you were both in your pjs, lying on the sofa watching a documentary, Steven looked down at you. Your head was lying on his legs, one hand under his thigh as you hugged his legs. He could see your eyes were starting to droop as he ran his fingers through your hair but could tell you were trying your best to stay awake. In that moment of pure domestic bliss, the words ‘marry me’ slipped past his lips without him even realising it. 

X = XO. How do they show you affection?

He’s an act of service kind of man but he’s also very touch deprived. He likes to have a hand on you pretty much at all times, especially when you’re out. Whether that's holding your hand, having his hand on your waist or just standing close enough that your arms brush. Steven also often gives you random kisses, muttering ‘I love you’s’ as he does so. He does little things but does them a lot.

Y = Yearn. What do they do when they miss you?

He’ll take a moment to use the diary you brought him, trying to get out his emotions but usually ends up writing about you. He’ll often burn your favourite candle as well, the smell filling his flat reminding him of you. He did worry sometimes about coming off as needy so would have to learn to cope without your presence with him 24/7, but that doesn’t mean he likes it.

Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?

He loves Gus to pieces, but Steven also likes the thought of having a house cat. A cuddly little thing, all warm and fluffy. He brings it up to you all the time until eventually you both go out and adopt one.

[frost-queen]

Suspicious faith//part 1 (Reader x Steven Grant)

Requested by: Myself! I literally thought of it today.  Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex–awesome–22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @automaticbakeryfreakshoe, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna​, @october-leaves

Summary: When Steven finds out his girlfriend has been cheating on him, feels he extremely heartbroken. Having a taste for revenge draggs he an unwanted stranger into his mess. (This will be a short mini series of 4 chapters)

Read part 2 here! & part 3, part 4

The subway took a turn, making everyone on board, hold on tight. It was super cramped as you hated taking the subway at this hour. You stood up straight, holding onto the handle above you. The subway shook as people bumped into you who had lost their balance. You sighed deep, trying to focus on how many more stops you needed to have. It was already dark outside as you could barely see through the window. Only your reflection and of those around you. Your eyes fell on a man standing beside you. He seemed to be dozing off. Adverting your gaze from the reflection to the actual person, you saw it clearer. 

He was indeed dozing off, his eyelids closing from the heavy weight. His body moved with the motion of the subway. Shaking your head, you knew what he was about to do. His eyes fell shut as his head felt weightless. His head dropped against your shoulder. Pressing your lips together, couldn’t you believe he actually did that. With a disgusted face, pressed you, your hand against his forehead. Pushing his head off your shoulder. He shot awake, looking disoriented around. – “Sorry…” – he mumbled out, moving his hand up in an apologetic way.

It took him about 5.3 seconds to doze off again. The movement of the subway made his body bump into yours. Exhaling soft, moved you your hand to his side. You wanted to help him upright so that he wouldn’t fall. As your hand was on him, shot he awake, aware of your hand. – “Hey!” – called he out, turning his shoulder to you, pulling his jacket closer to him. – “Were you trying to rob me?” – called he out, getting the attention of a few bystanders. – “What? No…no I was just trying to…” – started you, trying to reason with him. – “I felt your hand!” – shouted he back, pointing firmly at you. – “Thief!” – you got the unwanted attention from everyone around you. – “No… I swear… I was just trying to help you…” – explained you, seeing everyone judge you.

“What like helping yourself to my wallet?” – called he out, narrowing his eyes. – “I know your type!” – hissed he out. You breathed surprisingly. – “You feed off the weak who are a little careless, Thief!” – accused he again. – “I did not!” – bit you back, not letting some guy accuse you like that. The guy looked around, seeing someone with a phone behind him. – “Phone the police, right now!” – said he. – “What! No, I’m not a thief!” – you clenched your jaw, glaring at him. – “Will you stop with the accusations; I was just trying to help you.” – the guy didn’t seem to have ears for it. You rolled with your eyes when he shuffled further away from you.

The moment the subway stopped, got you off. – “Such a weirdo.” – said you out loud, moving your collar a bit up for the cold wind. You watched as the subway passed, shooting one last glare at the man. This was by far the last time you were ever getting on a subway. A thief? Ha! You were just trying to steady his balance and what do you get in return. The entire subway turning against you. Pulling out your phone, texted you, your colleague that you were going to be a bit later. Because of the incident, needed you to walk to the hotel, you would meet her. Getting to the hotel, were you glad you had made it in a reasonable amount of time. 

Your colleague was waiting for you in the entrance. You waved at her, approaching. – “I have to tell you the most ridiculous story ever.” – said you, locking your arm with hers. She guided you towards the area where you could meet people, have diner or just a drink. You took a seat, exhaling deep. – “Tell me.” – You started telling her the story of how you got accused of being a thief for simply helping a man. She laughed loud, knowing only you ever encountered such silly moments. You found it little entertaining. What if anyone was on that subway that knew you. You didn’t want them to think you were a thief.

Steven got to his apartment, pausing in front of the door. He pulled out his phone, having received a text. He frowned reading the text. ‘Your girlfriend is with someone at the hotel.’ Steven looked curious and confused around him. He shrugged his shoulders, thinking it must be some kind of prank. He was about to enter, but hesitated. What if some part of it was true? He had to see it for himself. Turning himself around again, went he outside. He had to see for himself if it was true. Feeling like a mess, held he out his hand for a cab. A cab pulled over as he got in. Not long after arrived he at the hotel. 

He walked in, nervous to see if it might be true. He was just in the grand lobby, looking curiously around. An elevator opened, four people walking out. Steven’s eyes widened when he recognized one of them. His mouth fell a bit open, gaping at the couple. The first pair walked towards the entrance. The girl was about to say something to the person beside her, when her eyes fell on Steven. A fraction of shame in her eyes. It lasted only a second as she smiled, whispering something to her partner. Steven couldn’t believe his eyes. It was true. The guy went on, Steven’s girlfriend approaching him. – “Steven.” – said she with a smile.

“I…I…who was that Jess?” – stuttered he out, pointing at the guy. Jess sighed loud, grabbing him by the elbow. – “We should talk.” – stated she, pulling him with her. She leaded him to the bar, taking a seat at a table for two. Both of them sat there in silence. Steven looking betrayed as Jess looked more like she was trying to find a way out of this. – “Explain to me what happened?” – asked Steven, breaking the silence. Jess shook her head a bit with a sneer. – “There is nothing to explain.” – responded she. – “I caught you with another man.” – replied he, interrupting. – “and you don’t have anything to explain?” – Jess smiled nervously, rubbing her knee. – “It’s not what you think.” – Steven licked his lips, gazing briefly away. 

“Then what is it?” – he hummed loud at the end of his sentence.” – Jess took a deep breath. – “The point is, I still love you very much. I’ve made a mistake but my feelings for you haven’t changed, Steven.” – Steven could only stare at her with one burning question on his lips. – “How many times?” – asked he, keeping his facial expression neutral. Jess looked genuinely surprised by his question. – “How many times have you done this before?” – rephrased he his former question better. Jess looked briefly down to the table. – “You won’t believe me when I say it was the first time and you would get hurt when I tell you I’ve done it before. So why would you ask me such a thing” – answered she simply, like it didn’t bother her.

Steven scoffed in disbelieve. Disbelieve that she would go over it so easily. Like it didn’t matter that she just stepped on his heart. In a way knew he deep down the truth. It took her longer to respond to his texts. The smell of a different perfume on her. Only calling him late at night when he had forgotten he had texted her. Deep down, knew he that something was wrong. Yet that didn’t take away the heartbreak he was feeling right now. – “I’ll admit, I was wrong. I won’t do it again.” – said Jess, holding her hand up. Like it was some kind of scouts honor she was upholding. – “Is this a joke to you?” – spoke Steven back, clenching his jaw.

“Then what should I do?” – exclaimed she, pleading with him. – “Try being honest and serious, Jess!” – spitted Steven at her. Jess avoided eye contact, hearing his words. – “I won’t do it again…” – replied she. Steven wasn’t buying it. – “By saying I won’t do it again, you actually mean I’ll try not to get caught next time. Your saying that you are going to be careful now when you cheat on me next time?” – lashed Steven out. He slammed his hands onto the table, getting up. He glared at Jess before walking away. Jess took a deep breath, getting up as well. – “Steven.” – said she, going after him. She hurried over to him, grabbing him by the wrist. – “I said I was wrong!” – stated she.

Steven twisted his wrist so that her grip dropped around his wrist. – “If you apologize, does that mean nothing happened?” – asked he her. – “Then we should break up?” – suggested Jess. Steven glared at her, a certain darkness falling over him. – “No!” – called he out. Jess stared confused at him. – “It’s up to me whether we will break up or not!” – stated he. He turned around, away from her. – “Steven!” – called Jess out, taking him by his shoulder. He stood before her again, glaring. – “Let’s make it fair.” – said he, feeling the taste of revenge on his lips. 

Jess gaped at him, wondering what he might say next. – “Let’s break up after I make it even by having a one-night stand of my own as well.” – outed he. Jess laughed loud. – “Steven, we both know you would never do that.” – Steven clenched his jaw. – “Watch me!” – called he out.  He came leaning a bit closer to her, his voice deep. – “I’ll sleep with the first woman, I run into.” – yelled he out, agitated and angry at her. Steven turned away from her when an old lady came in sight. He widened his eyes, seeing her approach him. He quickly brought his hands close to his body, avoiding her. He didn’t want to bump into her.

His action made him drop to the ground with a loud thud. Hearing Jess laugh soft at his foolishness. Steven pulled himself up, shame eating at him. How awkward it was for him. He knew he would never do such a thing. He could never sleep with a woman just to make a point. He also knew that Jess knew that. She was standing behind him, ridiculing him for how pathetic he was. Getting up to his feet, walked he away, feeling the walk of shame. Heartbreak struck him. He felt stupid for not seeing it before. Stupid that he got played so easily. That he had missed such details. 

That no one actually loved him. Tears sprung into his eyes as he tried to keep his chin up, no matter how hard it was. He quickly wiped his eye, feeling the stare of Jess on his back. Steven had come to a stop, looking saddened down. His entire shoulder got pulled back when someone bumped into him. You staid still, looking in front of you to the girl. Steven glanced briefly up, seeing another shoulder close to his. – “Steven, just stop fooling around.” – called Jess out, snapping something inside of him. Steven bit down, feeling poked with a stick. He turned his gaze more towards you. – “Do you want to sleep with me?” – asked he.

You turned your head to him as well. – “Sure, why not.” – responded you. Steven and you kept staring at each other for a moment. It was then that it hit him. He gasped loud, widening his eyes. Before him flashed images of the subway ride. – “The subway thief!” – called he out in shock. You sighed agitated, looking away. – “What are you waiting for? Let’s go.” – you grabbed him by the wrist firm. It startled him as you started pulling him with you. – “Hey… wait… wait a minute.” – called he out, protesting against your actions. – “Hey! Stop! Stop right there!” – You stopped abruptly, hearing the girl call out to you. 

She had come running after you, perhaps she felt jealous. – “Steven stop!” – shouted she out. – “If you leave like this, it’s really over between us!” – forced she out. Steven questioned himself for a moment. Thinking what his next move would be. Oh how much he wanted to punish Jess for cheating on him. Steven made up his mind, grabbing your arm firmly. He strapped it around his waist, holding your hand there firmly. You stumbled a bit forwards at his hard pull. – “Let’s go.” – said he coldly. You looked over your shoulder to her, seeing her grit her teeth in anger.

You got pulled away by Steven as he dragged you out. Jess stood astonished. – “That ass!” – bit she, going in pursuit. Your colleague chuckled amusingly at the scene she had just witnessed. Steven pulled you through the turning doors with much force as you could barely stand up straight. He had his grip firmly on your hand around his waist. Outside threw he your arm from around him, sending you to spin around. – “Don’t think I was serious in there!” – breathed he out. – “Let me give you a warning, I’m very good at fighting.” – said he, holding his hands up as if you were going to rob him again. You observed him from top to bottom. – “Let me give you a warning.” – answered you snappy.

“I’m not a thief!” – called you out furiously. – “Your not?” – questioned Steven. – “I’m not!” – bit you back. – “Did you pull me out to tell me that?” – asked he, thinking that might be the reason you went with him. – “Did you really think I wanted to do it!” – responded you. – “You didn’t?” – questioned Steven curious. – “You made an innocent woman into a thief!” – called you out. – “I’ve never felt so wronged or so humiliated in my entire life!” – yelled you at him. Steven moved his head startled back by the intensity of your voice. You calmed a bit down. – “I believe in an eye for an eye.” – you sighed weary. – “Your lucky I am a lady with manners.”

“You… you didn’t try to rob me?” – pointed Steven out confused. – “I told you multiple times already!” – bit you at him, losing your cool. Taking in a deep breath, calmed you down again. – “Anyways, don’t start accusing innocent people of such crimes.” – told you him. You took your leave, leaving him speechless. You went to the sidewalk, calling a cab over. Steven sighed deep, ashamed of himself. – “What is wrong with you Steven.” – said he quietly. He quirked his eyebrow up when he saw you approach again. – “Another piece of advice.” – started you. 

“Don’t carelessly run into any woman in the streets. There are a lot of crazy women out there that would love to sleep with you.” – with one final nod, walked you away again. – “Steven!” – Steven got startled, turning anxiously around. He saw Jess approach the turning doors with a smug face. It looked like she was going to give either you a piece of her mind or yell at Steven. Steven panicked, taking a run for it. You were about to close the door as something held it in place. You widened your eyes at the sight of him. His hand gripped around the doorframe to keep it open. – “What…what…” – said you, seeing him smile sheepishly.

Steven pulled the door more open, crawling into the cab with you. – “What…what are you doing?” – called you out, getting pushed out of the way. You went to sit on the farthest seat, thinking he was mad. – “What do you need now?” – asked you, unsure what his intentions were. – “Are you trying to…” – started you, getting interrupted by him. – “Can… can you help me out one more time?” – begged he with a cheeky grin. He eyed something as you pulled your nose up, following what he was trying to subtilty point out. You saw the girl stand in front of the door, tilting her head a bit to the side. 

She was clearly agitated by something. Steven kept looking hopeful at you, making you sigh tiring. Before you had even spoken a word, shut Steven the door behind him. – “You can start driving.” – told he the cab driver. You glared at him confused. What on earth was he doing. Steven smiled cheeky back at you, thanking his savior in silence. You leaned back, questioning why you ever helped him out. The car passed Jess as she couldn’t believe it. – “Steven!” – shouted she out, running after the cab. Angry stomped she her heel onto the road, not being able to catch up.

“I owe you an apology and a thank you.” – said Steven humble. His shoulders were slouched forwards as he avoided eye contact with you. – “I won’t accept your apology or appreciation.” – responded you coldly. – “I understand.” – answered Steven, turning to look out of the window. – “About earlier…” – began he, biting his lip softly. – “I normally don’t grab any strangers and ask them to sleep with me.” – continued he, looking ashamed down at his own hands. – “But because…” – finished he as you cut through his words. – “You don’t have to explain.” – Steven gazed at you as you stared in front of you. He nodded silently, moving himself closer to the cabdriver. – “Uhm… you… you can drop me off here...” – asked he. 

The cabdriver nodded, finding a spot to park the car. Steven got out in silence. He hesitated if he should tell you something, but he kept quiet. You didn’t look at him when Steven, bend down to reveal himself through the window. He held his hand up as a gesture of greetings, but you weren’t looking. Steven looked around the street, trying to orientate where he was. You sighed deep, watching him disappear as the cab driver rode off again. Crossing your arms, couldn’t you believe how annoying he was. Your head turned to the side, seeing a phone on the seat right from you. Sighing loud, grabbed you the phone, ordering the cab to turn back.

Steven had found his way into a bar, drinking his heartbreak away. He poured himself another glass with the bottle that was his company. His vision was a bit foggy from drinking so quickly. He slowly looked up, seeing someone approach him. He squinted his eyes to see who it was. His eyes widened when it was a man standing in front of him. – “Don’t sit down.” – grunted he out, seeing the cheeky smile on the drunken man’s face. – “Too late, I already did.” – responded he. Steven gulped the entire content of his glass down his throat. – “Get up!” – ordered Steven, waving his hand away. – “I was going to join you, because you look like you need a drinking buddy.” – The man replied, looking down his empty glass.

“I never gave an indication I need a drinking buddy!” – stated Steven, feeling light-headed. – “Leave!” – called he out, barely able to see straight. The man got up again, taking his leave. Steven poured himself another drink, almost spilling the content. He sighed deep, seeing there was someone again. – “Why don’t you just leave!” – shouted he out. – “Do you want me to?” – he shot awake, hearing a woman’s voice. Steven blinked rapidly, trying to look less drunk. – “This!” – said you, reaching in your pocket. You presented the phone to him, placing it down on the table afterwards. – “I think you left it behind on purpose.”

“What is this.” – chuckled Steven out, his mind floating around. He grabbed his phone, checking his notifications. He smiled saddened. – “I never got a call or a text from her.” – he smiled a bit, but you knew it was all a charade. – “I feel like a total loser.” – confessed he, staring at his phone. Steven looked up to you, wondering. You frowned at his dreamingly gaze at you. He brought his glass up to you. – “Do you want to drink with me?” – asked he. 

You sighed deep, shaking your head. – “I came to return this.” – stated you when Steven forced his glass into your hand. He hastily grabbed for the bottle, pouring some into your glass. – “Wait!” – called you out, not wanting to drink with him. Steven poured for himself as well. – “Cheers.” – said he, clicking his glass against yours. You could only stare dumbfounded at him. – “Jeez.” – breathed you out, not understanding why you were even going to do this. Steven smiled sheepishly at you, waiting for you to drink. You drank to please him. You took a seat as Steven poured you another drink.

Steven fluttered his eyelashes open, feeling a pounding in his head. He slowly got up with some grunting sounds. Rubbing his eyes, exhaled he deep. As he sat up straight, noticed he a jacket laying over him. He took it, throwing it away in a panic. It wasn’t his. He then looked frantically around to the apartment he didn’t recognize. Furniture he had never seen before. He got up from the ground he had fallen asleep on. Panicking tried he to remember what happened last night. His mind was all foggy as he could barely remember anything. – “Think Steven, think!” – said he out loud, tapping his finger against his head. 

His eyes fell on the white sofa as he stared at it for a moment. A flash memory from last night appeared before him. He was clinging onto your back totally wasted as you dragged him in. His weight made you stumble onto the sofa. Steven falling on top of you. He looked down at you, his eyes closed, too drunk to open them. He pouted his lips, letting you know he wanted to kiss you. You laid underneath him with shock in your eyes. You couldn’t move as Steven kept showing you, his lips. He leaned in closer till he was right near your lips. Steven gasped shocked, leaping back. He had no memory if he actually did kiss you or not. The only thing he knew was that he was in a stranger’s apartment.

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: a long read btw, arguing, impact play, academic rivals, slow burn, rough sex, hate sex, language, p in v, make out sesh, unprotected sex, annoying Miguel, reader has some anger issues on the low, breath play, teasing, sexual tension, semi-mean dom, after care

・Part two! Part Three!

“WHAT?” You yelled, both your professor and Miguel looking at you in shock after your professor asked you for a one on one with the both of you.

You could scoff at the way Miguel’s lips curled up into a satisfied smile “Well you and Miguel are my best students, so it would only make sense for the both of you to do a presentation together. I can only imagine the things the both of you will come up with!” Your annoyingly sweet professor clapped.

“ wouldn’t it be better if both of us did our own? We coul-“ You tried to negotiate “Ah ah! I said group project! Now Miguel, do you have anything to say about this? Any complaints like this one over here?”

You sighed as Miguel spoke “Nope, I’d be happy to work with someone in the same range as me” he cockily spoke “Very funny, now since we’ve got this all sorted, go and talk” she smiled, shooing you and Miguel out of the classroom.

You scoffed as you pushed past Miguel “Aww come on sweetheart, you hate me that much?” He cooed following close behind you.

“Shut it” you huffed. Getting paired with Miguel was possibly the worst thing to happen since your high school prom. Miguel was the bane of your existence since the first year of college.

Of course, his good looks and brains were attractive but sooner or later you realized he was going to be a pain in your ass for the next few months of class. You met him in your first biology class, everything was going well until the first exam of the class.

Your professor said the class average was low B’s and high C’s but out of the whole class, two people got perfect scores. Could you guess who the two were?

You and Miguel.

Both of you looked at each other from across the class with the same look in your eyes saying ‘Someone beat me?’. Of course, you both got the same 100% grade but both of you were so used to being the only one on top of the class that this was more than just a score. But your egos.

You both were fully aware to not be in each other's way, only seeing each other when studying at the same place or in class. All was going well for the next 2 exams, but the 3rd one came and you couldn’t believe it.

You got a 98% and Miguel has a perfect 100%. You could see him smile at the results and you hated the professor right now. Why the hell would he show the class? It’s embarrassing, to say the least.

Miguel gave you a wink as you looked his way ever so slightly. Bursting out of the class, you could feel him behind you “2 points down” he chuckled. You wish you would’ve punched him.

And ever since then, he’s made it his life mission to ruin your day. You never got anything other than 100% again, you busted your ass studying just so he couldn’t rub it in.

“I’ll make sure you can’t get us two points down” Miguel hummed as he kept up at your pace. You could feel your blood boiling, god he’s such an asshole. “I’ll email you if I need help” you scoffed.

“Can I get your number? I won’t get the email since my inbox is always spamming” Miguel lied with a smile “fine” you muttered out your number and walked off before he could stop you.

‘Real classy, I wasn’t done talking’ popped up on your screen “Well I am” you messaged back. You were well aware it was Miguel and you didn’t need him to piss you off more than usual.

The second you stepped into your apartment you let out a relieved sigh. Oh, how you missed this place in these insufferable hours. You put on some comfy panties and an oversized hoodie.

You were laid in your living room, soft carpet under you as you finished up some of the slides for your presentation. The knock at your door was the last thing you needed, you groaned in agony as you hated the thought of getting up from your warm spot.

The knocking grew and so did your patience’s “IM COMING!” You yelled. You pulled the door open and lo and behold, Miguel. “For fuck sake man” you whined.

“Glad to see you too!” He smiled as he pushed past you with books in hand. Miguel was born with the talent of hiding his emotions, that talent was most useful here.

He took a deep breath as you opened the door. Your pretty thighs glowing under the baggy hoodie, hair a slight mess and the satisfying look of anger on your face could’ve made him harm.

“Excuse you” you hissed.

He plotted down next to your things and got straight to work. You stood in shock, did he just walk in like this was his house? “Well go ahead and get comfortable” you mocked as you slammed the door in annoyance.

“I am” he sighed as he stretched and leaned onto your couch.

The both of you bickered and sneered at each other the whole time you both worked but even then, the quality was always top-notch.

He didn’t like the way you formatted the information and you didn’t like how he took up a whole slide for a few sentences but both of you compromised. After a few hours, things were less tense, and both of you got used to each other.

“So what do you plan on doing with your major?” You asked, legs crossed and some candy in your mouth as you questioned him “Biochemist” he nodded “It’s always been a passion of mine”

“You sure do have the brains for it” you chuckled. “You don’t with the 98%” he teased. You rolled your eyes, your mood now soured as you remembered his shenanigans.

“Don’t start” you scoff as you get up to get some drinks “Hey hey I’m joking” he laughs, his hand stopping you from leaving as he holds your wrist “I know Sherlock, I’m going to get some drinks for us” you mutter with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he laughed awkwardly, his eyes watching as you grabbed two glasses of water. “So what about you?” Miguel asked “What are you doing with a chemistry major”

“Probably chemical engineering, I’m not sure yet” You shrugged as you handed him the cup. He nodded and watched you sit next to him. Miguel scooted a little closer making you stiffen, sure he was a pain in the ass but he’s sadly one of the most gorgeous guys you’ve seen.

You tried to ignore your thoughts each time he’d stretch and groan, his moans making you think about how he’d sound if it were from pleasure. He’d be vocal you thought.

“Let’s watch something on the TV” you awkwardly smiled as you grabbed the remote and turned on your TV, you laid on your stomach, forgetting you only had panties and a hoodie.

Miguel’s eyes watched you kick your feet up, your glowy legs looking perfect as you looked through whatever you were putting on.

He noticed the pink panties you had on, his tongue instinctively licking his bottom lip as he thought about how good you’d look on top of him. He can imagine it, tits in his face and pussy sleeving his cock as he fucked you full.

He was going to give himself a boner if he kept it up. He focused his eyes on the screen and sighed in relief as you sat back up. You put on your favorite show and sat next to Miguel “We’re almost done with the assignment which is good, how about a few more minutes of break and we get back to work?” You smiled. “Sure”

You felt his hand move behind you, his arm resting above the couch as he let out yet again another ‘stretch’ while his eyes looked at you through his peripheral, you chuckled. How cliche.

You smiled as you decided to make your cliche move. It was obvious there was tension between you two, whether that be anger or sexual, it didn’t matter. “Let me get more gummies” you hummed as you turned to the table beside you and arched your back slightly, an audible moan coming from behind you as your ass was on perfect display.

You sat back beside him, gummies in hand and an innocent look on your face as you offered him some. He scoffed, shaking his head and looking back at the TV. Your eyes widened as you noticed the thick bulge straining against his pants.

“Eyes up” Miguel cockily cooed as he watched your eyes closely. “I- I wasn’t-“You made a pathetic attempt to save yourself but he cut you off “Uh huh uh huh, I know” he mocked.

He smiled down at you with accomplishment, he finally made you shut up for once. “Not going to give me a snarky comeback?” He cooed. “Shut up already God, stop it” you hissed, your eyes rolling as you moved away from him.

“No no” Miguel’s voice made you shiver as his hand held your thigh “I’m playing” he pouted as he glared down at you. You could punch him right but instead, you did something you thought you’d never do.

You pushed him on the couch and slammed your lips on his. Miguel’s hands immediately wrapped around your waist, a loud moan spilling into your mouth as he finally tasted you.

It seemed like Miguel was waiting for you to do this, his hands ran up your thighs hungrily before he flipped you onto your back. You gasped as he spread your legs around his waist.

His behemoth of a body spread your legs wide as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You tangled your fingers into his hair as both of you hungrily kissed each other.

The kisses were messy and rough, teeth nipping at skin and tongues lapping at each other like two animals in heat. None of you even said a word, just heavy breaths, moans, and pure lust.

Suddenly Miguel pulled back from your lips, his eyes glaring into yours as he hovered above you. You could feel yourself getting ready for some snarky comment as you watched his lips curve into a smile.

“You kissed me first”

You groaned as you pushed him off, his hands still on your hips as he flipped you back onto his lap “hey I’m not complaining, It’s just funny since I piss you of so much” he sighed. His palm moved up to your jaw, face brushing against his hand as you took in his warmth.

He watched you lean into his palm like a cat, his body heating up as he realized how small you look in his lap. Your thighs small compared to his but still plump and pretty.

“Can I kiss you again” you shyly asked slightly afraid that he’s reject. “You don’t have to ask me, just do it” Miguel hummed as he pulled you into a kiss.

The kisses were now more sensual and soft, both of you now grinding into each other. His hand curled onto the back of your neck; the other palm pinned behind your spine.

You were glued onto his chest as Miguel’s warmth filled your senses. You’ve never been so warm in your life, the feeling making you tingly as he held you as close as possible. It felt like nothing in the world could hurt you, you felt safe.

“Please” you whispered onto his lips. He tried to not make you mad but he loved seeing you angry “Please what?” He taunts, his lips hovering over your jaw and neck but never touching you.

“Mig don’t tease” you whined as you hit his chest lightly “I’m not, I just don’t know what you’re saying please for” his arms clinging around your waist as he takes in your sweet scent.

You decided to play your games “I want you inside me mig, want to show you how much I need you” you cooed, your hand running down his abdomen and stopping just above his bulge. His breath hitched at your words, he didn’t know if you were fucking with him or not.

“Oh yeah?” Miguel watched you with focused eyes, his hands running up the sides of your thighs and squeezing your ass “You want me to fuck some manners into you? That loud fucking mouth of yours is always pissing me off” he cooed.

Loud fucking mouth? Your hand went up to smack his face in anger but he caught your wrist before you could “Don’t even try it muñeca.” He sternly said “You won’t like what comes with that”

You angrily kissed him as he pressed you flush against his aching cock, his hands pull the baggy hoodie off your body leaving you in your matching panties and bra.

“Fuck” he whispered, hands on your waist as he took in the view he’s been dreaming of since the day he met you. The amount of times he’d imagine fucking your mouth until you shut up was concerning.

You pulled his shirt off in need, throwing it behind you as you ran your hands up his thick muscular chest. He hummed at your soft hands running up his skin.

“Sit up for me?” He mumbled against your skin as he kicked off his sweats. He smiled at how obediently you did as he said “You look prettier when you do as I say” Miguel mocked.

You could care less about his words as his calloused hands pulled your panties off in need “Just shut up and fuck me” you panted. Miguel smiled as he felt your lips pepper all over his jaw and onto his lips, he could see you were just as eager for him as he was for you.

“Beg” he blurted. You ignored him as you rubbed his cock between your folds, both of you letting out moans as you felt each other's warmth. Miguel seethed, arms pinning you up to his chest “Listen”

You hated that you got turned on by the fact that he now had you restricted with just one hand as the other held your jaw up “you want the guy you despise to fuck you? You tell me you hate me every time you see me but look so eager to fuck me”

You were tired of his teasing, you let out a desperate whine, you could see his cock spring up and his tip leaking precum. But like always, Miguel likes to rile you up.

“Beg” he repeated. “Please mig please, just stop teasing ok” you cried. “All you needed to listen to was this?” He purred, hands moving onto your hips as he thrusts into you.

Miguel let out a gruntled moan as he felt your warm wet walls hug him tight, his head falling back onto the couch as he finally felt your pussy squeeze him.

He watched your eyes squeeze shut while you let out the prettiest moans “f- fuck!” You cried, the stretch making you clench even tighter around him as he held you down to his lap.

His cock was fully buried inside you in one go, he’s the biggest you’ve had in every way. It was overwhelming feeling how full you were, you could feel his curves and the tip of his cock nudging at your cervix.

“Breath chula, r- relax” he sighed. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you nodded, you took a deep breath allowing you to make it easier for him to move. “That’s it” he hummed onto your shoulder.

It only took Miguel a few seconds for him to start fucking you onto his lap, your body shaping into his hands, allowing him to use your pussy like a flesh light.

“O- Mig mi-“ you whined out, you couldn’t explain what you were feeling. Your whole body was tingling in pleasure as he rammed into you with pure force. Maybe you did piss him off a lot.

“What? You c- can’t take it? Such a big fucking mouth but can’t take my dick?” He seethed. You let out a pathetic whine at his words, your mind completely fogged in pleasure as you took all of him.

Miguel’s eyes couldn’t leave your pussy, his eyebrows scrunched and his mouth agar as he watched your pussy struggling to take his size. He hissed as you pushed him onto the couch, using his shoulders for support as you bounced onto his lap.

Your pretty moans filled his ears as you took control. Miguel let you take control for a bit, he loved watching how eager you rode him. Your body bounces on his lap, wet sounds of skin slapping echoing into the room.

“Making such a fucking mess” he huffed with a smile on his face, although he was loving this, he wanted to see you completely vulnerable. He thought maybe he was a little sick for wanting to see someone who hated him so much completely ruined under him but he loved it.

You gasped as Miguel lifted you onto the ground, your back hit the soft carpet under you as he stayed buried inside you. “Gotta fuck that stupid little attitude out honey, always disrespecting me. You’re the only one who tries to push my buttons. I love it” he cooed.

Miguel’s calloused hands bend your legs to the side, giving him full access to your tight cunt. “Go- god shi- fuck!” Miguel panted, he was a complete fucking mess.

Sure Miguel’s fucked a few people in his life, but he had no idea if it was just the thought of fucking the life out of you or how perfect your body was for him. He convinced himself it was both.

You clawed and scratched at his chest, your eyes full of tears as he brutally pounded into your “m- Mig I-“You were even more fucked out than him. How couldn’t you?

You had no clue where he got his stamina from, it felt like he’d been fucking you for hours. “Can’t believe you tried to slap me, should I return the favor?” Miguel hissed.

You nodded to his surprise “Please” you whined. “You want me to hit you?” He was surprised by your plead. He knew you’d be a freak in the sheets but you were always so aggressive with him that he expected you to hit him for even suggesting it.

“You’re always a pain in my ass but you just want to be taken care of huh?… What? You need me to pound your pretty pussy out for you to treat me with some respect?”

You nodded eagerly, if you were being honest you couldn’t even take in his words. Your pussy clenched and throbbed around his fat cock in agony but you were taken by surprise when a slap landed on your face “Use your words” he hissed.

Almost immediately you cried “Yes yes! Miguel please I nee- need it, f- fuck ah!”

Miguel chuckled, his hips angled a bit higher which allowed him to hit the perfect stop. His hand flew around your throat, his hips pounding you onto the floor as he let out animalistic moans.

“M- Mig- ah fff- fuckk!” You cried. The restriction of your breathing mixed with his rough pounds caused orgasm hit you hard as your pussy throbbed around him, the tip of his cock nudging at your sweet spot continuously.

Miguel’s eyes rolled back as he felt your nails claw at his arms, your small hand wrapped around his wrist as he fucked you balls deep. His cock plunged into your messy cunt as his balls slapped onto you. “That’s I- that’s-“ he hissed.

He thought about pulling out for both of your sakes but he’d rather just buy you a plan B. “C- can I- inside?” He seethed his eyes burning into yours as you bounced to his thrusts.

You couldn’t get a word out but your legs wrapping around his waist and your nails digging into his back to pull him closer gave him the answer. His lips crashed onto yours as he spilled inside you, his moans spilling into your mouth as his fingers dug into your hips.

He’s never had an orgasm that hard, he was sweating and out of breath as he stilled inside you. The both of you cling onto each other in fear of either of you leaving but that was on the last of your minds.

Miguel lay beside you, his arms pulling you into his as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead. “Was I too rough?” He questioned with concern as he now fully took in how fucked out you looked. “No, it was perfect” you weakly muttered as you nuzzled into his chest.

Miguel sighed in relief as your sweaty body was pinned into his. “Where’s your bedroom?” He hummed as he began to lift you into his arms “left” you sighed as he carried you into your bedroom.

“Let me clean us up and then we can rest yeah? Unless you want me to leav-“

You cut him off before he couldn’t finish “Don’t leave. Please?.” You hummed a bit worried you sounded a little pathetic.

“Wasn’t planning on it love”

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My mom: So, who are you texting?

Me, who spends unhealthy amount of time on Character.Ai : No one....

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Worth The Wait | Steven Grant

(Inspired by the song of the same title by Kali Uchis)

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!reader

Word Count: 6.2k

Summary: You and Steven have been roommates for a while now. But one night after being stood up by yet another guy in a string of dates gone wrong, Steven offers you some support...which sparks an interesting chain of events.

Warnings[18+ activities MDNI]: sub! (ish) Steven, dom! (ish) reader, fools in love, friends/roommates to lovers, mentions of drunk reader (but not drunk when they actually have sex, you'll see), crying (reader's drunk and starts venting for a bit, that's all), unprotected p in v sex (cloak the joker before you poke her), oral sex (steven and r receiving), Steven doubting himself mid-sex, assertive reader and awkward Steven! , choking (r receiving), riding, creampie, barely edited cause I'm really fuckin tired.

A/N: Hi. Don't ask me where I found the time or motivation to write this shit when school started back a month ago. The idea just popped into my head and my fingers didn't stop moving once I opened a draft. Note, I have a tall fem! reader x Steven in my drafts to finish so don't think I forgot!

"Steeeeven," knock knock knock, "STEVENNNN," knock knock knock−

Steven's brows furrowed beneath his reading glasses at the sound of your voice coming from outside your shared apartment door. Concern as well as confusion sprang through him instantly. You sounded drunk. Which he was sure to be the case seeing as you were sloppily knocking at the door rather than opening it with your keys.

He quickly shut the book he was reading and removed his glasses before making his way over to the door in fear that your next call of his name would wake the entire building.

Unfortunately, he opened the door at the very moment you launched your hand forward to knock once more. This caused you to tumble through the door with a drunken yelp. But Steven caught you in his arms before your body could hit the ground.

You looked up at him with a lazy smile and hooded eyes. "Thanks, Stevie bear," you hiccuped, using both hands to cling onto one of his very defined biceps. You had never realized how big and firm they were before that moment.

"You're welcome," Steven replied worriedly. He swiftly shut the door with his foot and used your grip on his arm to bring you standing back on your feet. "Y/n what the bloody hell happened to your date?"

You rolled your eyes at his question, kicking off your heels and making your way over to the couch without somehow falling again. "See now, Steven," you paused and pointed at him drunkenly, "it can't be a date if the said date doesn't even bother to show up!" you explained.

Steven sighed deeply at your explanation as he sat on the other end of the couch. This wasn't the first time this had happened to you—or him for that matter—but he could never understand why. You were easily one of the most beautiful women in London, and definitely one of the smartest, (your framed Ph.D. in psychology hanging over the television was evidence of that). You were the full package and more. Any man would be lucky to have you.

But the men of London were clearly morons if they kept standing you up or acting like complete knobs to you on your dates.

He would never do that to you. But he's seen photos of your past dates. A woman like you was way out of his league and would never go for someone like him, anyone with eyes could see that.

"How much have you had to drink?" Steven suddenly asked you.

You raised 3 fingers to the best of your ability. "Six," you answered before bursting into a fit of giggles at Steven's expression.

"Gosh, y/n, you're absolutely clobbered," he grabbed a blanket from the arm of the couch and spread it over where your short skin-tight dress was riding up your thighs.

"Well I didn't lie," you sat up abruptly, throwing the blanket off your lap and turning to face Steven and sit as crosslegged as your dress would allow, "Three of the drinks were margaritas...the other three were shots of vodka though," you admitted softly as if it were some secret for only yours and Steven's ears.

"Do you have work in the morning?" Steven questioned gently, picking up the blanket and handing it back to you. Your dress was riding up with every slight movement you made, which meant more of your thighs being exposed to him. Despite this, Steven wouldn't dare look anywhere except your eyes.

"Nope." You threw the blanket back on the floor. The night was pretty warm, you don't understand why Steven keeps giving it to you.

"Do you want me to make you some coffee or tea?"

"Yup."

Steven looked at you in question for a few seconds. "Which one?" he prodded, fighting back a smile at your muddled state.

You moved closer and narrowed your eyes, "Which one of what?" you questioned, truly confused, before breaking out into another fit of drunken giggles that caused you to momentarily tumble forward and land your hands on Steven's thighs.

"Coffee it is then," Steven answered for you, his voice traveling up an octave. He then carefully moved your hand from his thighs, trying to ignore the chills your touch sent up his spine, and hightailed it to the kitchen to put on the percolator for you.

You tilted your head as he walked away, noting how quickly he left.

When Steven returned with your cup of coffee (with cream and no sugar just how you liked it), he found you seated in the same spot but with his blanket draped over your head and body while soft sniffles and sobs met his ears.

He placed your cup on the table nearby and carefully approached your figure on the couch. Steven reached for the blanket and slowly removed it from your body.

"Why are you crying, love?" he sweetly asked once your face came into view.

"Because I'm a mess," you sniffled, using a hand to wipe the trail of tears falling from your eyes.

Steven's head tilted in disbelief at your words. "You don't really believe that, do you?"

"Yes I do," you nodded fervently, "It's why my dates have sucked for the past 2 months, it's why I got passed over for that goddamn promotion at work last week, and it's why you can't stand being around me for longer than 3 minutes these days."

Steven was taken aback by your words. You thought he couldn't stand to be around you? That's impossible.

"You practically sprinted to the kitchen!" you added after a few moments of silence.

"To make you coffee," Steven protested, gesturing to the cup lying untouched nearby.

"I saw your face," you looked down at where your hands lay in your lap.

Steven swallowed harshly. "Y/n."

You ignored his call for your attention.

"Look at me," he came closer and entangled his hands with your own in your lap, immediately causing you to look up at him with tear-stained eyes, "You are not a mess," he softly yet sternly said to you.

"Yes I am−"

"No. You are not," he interrupted your arguing, "Your dates? They're all losers for letting you slip through their hands. And if a few bad dates is fate's way of making you wait to find the one, then I think that's well worth the holdup, yeah?"

You chewed on your bottom lip anxiously before nodding in agreement.

"And as for my behavior earlier, it was−" Steven paused with a sigh fumbling for a sensible excuse, "it's your perfume."

You pulled a face that would have made Steven laugh under normal circumstances. "My perfume? You hate my perfume?"

Steven swallowed harshly. He hated lying. He wasn't even good at it. But convincing you that he couldn't bear your perfume was easier than admitting that he just couldn't handle the way your hands felt on his thighs or the way his entire body heated up when you leaned closer to him. "Yup. The smell was too much for me," he fibbed.

You rested your head in your palms, pouting slightly. "But you're the only reason I wear this perfume, Steven," you confessed, barely audible.

Steven's face fell. "What?"

"You told me that you liked it when I moved in and from then I kept buying it just because you liked it."

Steven's heart swelled at your admission. He felt like an asshole. He was no better than the losers you'd been going on dates with.

You continued to speak. You could feel words preparing to leave your lips that have been eating at you for a while, now guided by your lowered inhibitions. "And I didn't only mean just now. These past few weeks you can barely look me in my eyes, or be near me, Steven. What am I doing wrong?" your voice broke with your last words.

Steven had seen you cry a few times before. But this time was different. The look on your face was heart-wrenching. He couldn't believe that he made you feel like this.

Because he was having trouble dealing with his own feelings for you, he made you think he hated you...when it was the complete opposite.

"There's nothing wrong with you. It's all my fault," Steven said, breaking away from your gaze, feeling it pierce through him.

"I'm the one who was dumb enough to fall in love with you..." he added, only to look up and see you passed out against the arm of the couch.

A part of him was saddened that you fell asleep before hearing his confession. But another was grateful and profoundly unprepared for your inevitable rejection.

Steven looked at you for a few more seconds before carefully picking you up—smiling to himself when you curled into his chest—and carrying you to your bedroom.

° ° ° ° ° ° ° °

You woke up in a slight daze...and in someone else's bed.

It took a few glances around the room for you to piece together that you were in Steven's room.

And then all of last night's events came back to mind, seeping in and clearing the fog that your excessive alcohol consumption had sired;

Your failed date. Coming home and falling into Steven's arms. Saying way too much to Steven. Steven's last words before your body shut down.

Steven.

Steven.

Steven.

"Oh God," you mumbled, cradling your face in your hands.

Eventually, you pulled yourself out of the bed and stumbled into the bathroom for a shower. You thanked whatever higher power was at work that Steven was still asleep on the couch when you padded through the living room.

But when you finished showering and exited the bathroom, you were hit with the smell of freshly brewed coffee. You poked your head into the living room to make sure Steven was still in the kitchen before running a path straight to your room and getting dressed.

After throwing on one of your old university crew necks and the first shorts you could get your hands on (which happened to be very short ones), you heard a knock at your door followed by Steven's voice.

"Y/N? I have a cup of green tea and some painkillers here...thought you'd need them."

You found yourself smiling at the sound of his voice, something that was becoming more common in recent weeks. What did you do to deserve a man like Steven in your life?

You quickly moved to open the door and let Steven in. "Hey, Steven," you greeted him with a small smile.

He released a nervous chuckle as he presented a cup and two pills to you. "Good morning."

You took them happily, bringing them to your night table. "I'm not actually feeling very hungover," you said to him, turning to sit on your bed.

"Really? That's surprising...considering last night," Steven replied, taking a hesitant step further into your room.

"Yeah must be my tolerance and all that," you shrugged, taking interest in how Steven had yet to meet your eyes since you opened the door.

A beat of silence passed between you while you took a sip of your tea. "Steven, you can sit," you softly spoke, gesturing to your bed.

"Oh, sure," Steven took a seat at the farthest edge of your bed, maintaining a more than comfortable space between you.

"How'd I end up in your bed this morning?" you suddenly questioned. You were genuinely curious, but the reaction it garnered from Steven was more than worth it.

After a brief clear of his throat, Steven answered, "Well you sorta climbed into my bed in the middle of the night, gave me quite a scare actually, and I wanted to give you space to rest so I let you have my bed and I slept in the couch."

"Oh, I'm sorry," you frowned, a tinge of embarrassment seeping in, "Why didn't you sleep in my bed?"

"Because..." laying in your bed that smells flawlessly like you would've sent him into cardiac arrest- "the couch is more comfortable."

You nodded in understanding, placing your half-empty teacup back on the table.

"If you uh need anything," Steven stood up from your bed, slowly walking backward to the door, "just shout," he said as he turned to open the door.

"Did you mean it?"

Steven halted in place at your words, his back still facing you.

You slid off your bed and approached his oddly still figure.

Steven's throat ran dry. There's no way you could have actually heard him. Right? "What?" is all he managed to say.

You walked past him and used a hand to close the door, coming to stand in front of him. You needed to look at his face. Living with Steven for a year has taught you that he wasn't a man of many words but his face said more than enough when he couldn't. Drunk you couldn't utilize your psych degree the night before, but sober you sure could at that moment.

"Did you mean it?" you repeated, "When you said you fell in love with me?"

Steven's jaw slackened when he met your stare, that feeling of being pierced by your gaze returning. "I-"

Your eyes narrowed as you took a step closer to him, now being close enough for his nervous breaths to fan across your lips. "Because if you meant it then I would tell you that. I think..." you paused and looked away for a moment, "No, I know that I love you too."

Steven's hooded brown eyes widened. He blinked a few times, trying to will himself to wake up if this was a dream.

You bit back a small laugh at his expression before you continued. "I love how willing you were to rent some small-time therapist your extra bedroom because you heard her crying in the corner of a coffee shop that she'd been kicked out by her stupid ex-boyfriend. I love the mugs you buy me every month because you saw them and they reminded you of me. I love how you watch shitty action movies with me after every bad date I have because you want to take my mind off them. I love how much you care about...everything really. I love you, Steven Grant," an enlightened smile rested on your face as you spoke, "and I'm sorry that I spent the past year thinking everything you made me feel was platonic when the truth was that you made me feel things that no one else has. I'm an idiot Steven-"

"No," Steven's first word came, a relieved smile accompanying it, "You are not an idiot. You are the smartest person I've ever met. Smarter than me, that's for sure," at that, you both laughed, "I've spent this whole year thinking that you would never see me as anything more than your weird, boring roommate...and turns out you loved me this whole time," he ended in a soft whisper, shocked by his own conclusion. Steven found his eyes drifting down to your lips and you immediately took note of it.

You exhaled deeply before closing the gap between you and Steven, meeting his lips in a bold kiss.

Initially stunned, Steven sunk into your lips soon after, gently bringing his hands up to rest on the sides of your face.

Your brain fogged as Steven devoured your lips, an unusual confidence taking over him. You wrapped your hands around his neck and smiled into the kiss, allowing Steven to slip his tongue past your lips, tasting more of you and pulling a moan from your chest.

Steven pulled away first, feeling himself enter a state that he wouldn't dare himself to in your presence. You bit back a whine when his lips left yours, looking up at him in confusion.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he spoke, taking a step away from you.

You licked your lips and stepped towards him. "Steven, trust me, I want to do this. I want to do a lot more than this actually," you pulled his waist flush against your body, drawing a shared moan from you both when his growing bulge pressed against your stomach.

Steven's hands flew up to grab the back of your neck and your jaw. He softly muttered your name, as a warning more than anything else.

You leaned in and pressed a kiss against the corner of his lips. "If you say no, we will stop this right now and go eat breakfast. But if you say yes, we are gonna stay here and I'm gonna let you do very bad things to my body."

Steven swallowed harshly. "God, yes," he replied, failing to swallow back a whimper at the implication of your words.

Your hands squeezed his waist as you moved back to look at his face fully. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear that Stevie," you smirked.

Steven looked down at you with adoration clear in his eyes. He couldn't believe this was really about to happen. He used his hold on your neck to pull your lips crashing into his. This kiss was a lot more hungrier than the first, with Steven now making his intentions much clearer.

"I'll take that as a yes," you grinned between kisses.

Steven groaned his agreement as he continued to kiss you.

You used your grip on his waist to push him back towards your bed, effectively breaking your kiss and causing him to land on the edge of your bed with a grunt.

Steven looked up at you through his lashes in awe as you approached him. He watched keenly as you removed your top, wearing nothing underneath, before moving to straddle his thighs. Steven made a move to touch your chest before stopping his shaky hands midair and looking at you in question.

You gently held Steven's chin up and smiled down at him. "Steven you can touch me," you reassured him. Even in an intimate moment like this, he was ever the gentleman...

Steven indulged with a sheepish smile and brought both his palms to each of your breasts. Unable to help himself, Steven dove in and took one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud.

"Fuck, Steven," you moaned, eyes slamming shut at how good it felt. Your words only seemed to egg him on further as Steven switched to your other breast, his lips and tongue moving against it with more enthusiasm.

Your hands at the back of his neck grabbed fistfuls of his curls while his ministrations against your chest pulled more moans and whines from your lips.

Some time after, you pulled Steven's lips away from your breasts and met them in a searing kiss, pressing your clothed cunt down against his erection. "Shit," Steven lowly cursed, bringing his hands to your waist to grind you down further against his bulge.

You obliged with a moan, grinding in Steven's lap harder. "Tell me what you want, Steven," you whispered against his lips.

Steven's hands squeezed your waist harshly when your lips began sucking against his throat. He could barely put together thoughts at the moment, much less words.

You trailed a hand down to the waistband of Steven's sweats and slowly reached under it for his cock. You swallowed a moan when your hand traced his full length and girth. "You've been holding out on me Steven," you chuckled against his neck.

Steven blushed furiously at your words. "Thank you?" he responded awkwardly, barely functioning with your hand rubbing along his cock.

You chuckled once again, pulling away from his neck to look at him. "You're so pretty," you said, causing another wave of red to hit Steven's cheeks.

"No one's ever said that to me before," he admitted softly.

"Well that's okay, cause I want to be the only one who makes you blush like this," you grinned brushing a stray curl from his forehead, "I bet your cock is just as pretty," your hand picked up speed beneath Steven's pants, "Can I see it? Please?"

Steven nodded enthusiastically. "Anything you want," he said with a desperation that had your pussy throbbing with need. You briefly lifted your hips allowing Steven to clumsily slide off his sweatpants and boxers and step out of them.

Once you returned to your position on his thighs, you looked down at his cock, the head already dripping with small beads of precum. The length was truly unexpected, as well as the girth. You would do anything to feel him inside you.

But for now, you really wanted to taste him.

Steven watched you sink to your knees before him, your eyes never straying from his.

"Are you sure you want to-"

"Steven you said anything I wanted," you paused, gliding your fingers over his length and watching it twitch in response, "And I really want to taste you. Can I suck your cock, Steven?"

Steven's breathing picked up as he took in the image before him; you on your knees, touching his dick while literally begging to suck it with a look in your eyes he could only compare to the look of a wild female tiger eyeing her freshly caught meal in the nature documentary he watched the week before.

"Please, please do," his response came soon after.

You began with a kiss to the head of his cock that made it immediately jump in your hand. You couldn't help but chuckle, and it was a sound that Steven hoped would be the last thing he heard before he left this earth. "You're so sensitive, Stevie," you cooed before pressing another kiss but to the base of his length.

Steven released a sharp moan at both of your kisses to his cock, finding himself embarrassingly close to cumming already.

"Please," he pleaded your name with a whine, "stop teasing."

You swirled your tongue around the head where precum had gathered, moaning in time with your movements and drawing yet another mewl from Steven. "Oh but Stevie, I just love hearing you say please," you teased him, looking up from where you had a hand wrapped around his base and another briefly caressing his balls.

Steven was now panting, his eyes never leaving you as you held him. He watched you slowly wrap your lips around his tip before slowly sinking down.

After reaching a little more than halfway down Steven's cock, you felt yourself gag but simply stilled instead of removing yourself completely.

"Fucking hell," Steven grunted before melding into a pathetic moan once you held your position. You eventually let up when you almost ran out of air and slowly removed your lips from his dick, your eyes meeting his with tears streaming along your face from the stretch.

You were prepared to do it once again but felt Steven's palm grab your chin before you could. "No, love, please. If you do that again I'm afraid I'm not gonna last."

Steven watched you lick your lips before shifting to trap his thumb in between your lips and softly suck on it. He couldn't stop the whine that slipped his lips at your action.

You eventually released his thumb from the confines of your mouth and came to stand over him with a smile. "Well then. Tell me what you want to do next. I'm all yours, baby, remember?"

Steven brought his hands to rest on your hips and leaned forward to press a soft kiss against your stomach. "I-uhh," his brows furrowed and he shook his head briefly as if sending away a thought.

"What is it, Steven?"

The man beneath you looked up to meet your eager eyes, suddenly confident enough to say what he wanted. "I really...really want to taste you."

You felt your breath hitch at his request. It was rare for a man to enthusiastically offer to go down on you. Though it was clear to you now that Steven was most definitely a rare man.

"You want to?" you felt your voice come out a lot more unsure than usual.

Steven's brows furrowed once again as a fleeting smile graced his lips at your response. "Of course I do, sweetheart. Do men not usually..."

You harshly exhaled. "I mean some do but I usually have to complain first or they do it cause they want me to return the favor," you admitted.

"They don't deserve you. No one does," Steven softly uttered, gazing up at you with eyes you were growing more fond of by the minute.

You quickly leaned down to meet him in a kiss in response. You didn't deserve him either.

Steven pulled you back into his lap and kissed you back eagerly. But he was the first to pull away, causing you to whine in a way that made his cock jump against your cunt. "I-I really did mean it, love, I need to taste you. Now."

You had never seen Steven so demanding. It had you throbbing in anticipation. You allowed him to lay you on your back and peel away your shorts and panties to reveal the part of you where you needed him most.

Steven looked starstruck as he examined your arousal. He moved closer and closer to your pussy, letting his warm breath fan over your glistening lips.

"Steven please-" you begged, though you couldn't finish your thought before your voice broke into a loud moan when Steven licked a stripe from your entrance to your swollen clit.

Steven closed his eyes, relishing his first taste of you. It was everything he'd quite literally dreamed of and more.

And so, he eagerly dived into your core.

Your hands flew to Steven's head working between your legs as your thighs instinctively closed around his head from the sudden wave of pleasure surging through you.

The feeling of your thighs trapping his head against your pussy was absolute bliss to Steven. He moaned into you as his tongue swirled around your clit sloppily. If he was inexperienced, you couldn't tell because every movement of his tongue brought you closer and closer to your release.

The vibrations of Steven's enjoyment drew a brief scream from your chest before you slapped a hand over your lips to silence it.

Steven finally came up for air, his lips and jaws covered in your slick. His curls were strewn along his forehead by a damp layer of sweat as his dilated pupils met your own. "C'mon. I want to hear those pretty noises you make for me, love," he said before running two of his fingers through your folds to gather some of your wetness and slowly inserting them into you.

"Oh my-STEVEN" your back arched up and off your bed as you felt immediately filled up by Steven's digits.

Steven gauged your reactions as he slowly removed his fingers before pushing them again with no resistance due to your arousal. "I've wanted this for so long, love," he began to speak as he slowly leaned down to press his lips against your clit in a kiss, "Wanted to hear you moaning my name," he sped up his fingers' movements inside you, "Wanted to taste you," he added another finger, now touching that spot inside your walls with every thrust, "You're so beautiful," he ended before fully diving back in with his tongue against your bud.

"Yes—fuck—you're so good to me baby," you finally gathered enough breath to speak while gaining a proper grip on his head. With every sharp lick or nip he'd make, you would tighten your grip on his hair and it would only spur him on further. It was only a matter of seconds from there before...

"Shit, I'm gonna cum, Steven," you called out, looking down to meet where he was already staring up at you, and speeding up his fingers and tongue's ministrations against you.

He held your stare once he felt your walls clench around his fingers and heard your moan melt into a scream.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK," you shouted as your orgasm slammed into you thanks to Steven's eager tongue and fingers.

Steven watched your chest slow its heaving when your climax subsided and removed his fingers but couldn't stop himself from licking the remnants of your release from your folds. It was as if he was trying to work you up to another orgasm.

"Shit Steven wait," you mewled, attempting to close your legs from overstimulation. But Steven used strength you'd never known him to have to shove your legs back open and hold them in place, clearly intent on tasting every bit of what you had to offer.

Your eyes widened. "Holy fuck," you removed both your hands from Steven's head and ran them over your face and boobs. He was driving you absolutely insane. If it weren't for his grip on your legs you would be trembling beneath him.

It wasn't long before a second orgasm crept up on you, one more powerful than the last. Your lips parted in a silent scream as your climax washed over your entire body, from your thighs to your feet, to the base of your fucking spine.

Steven couldn't help but stare as he cleaned you up for the last time with his tongue. He couldn't believe he got to see this. To make you feel like this.

Your high subsided soon after and you released a sharp exhale followed by a laugh of disbelief.

Steven moved from his position on his knees before you to hover above you on your bed. "You okay, love?" he questioned in concern

You responded to his question with a satisfied grin. "I'm great, Stevie," you spoke before meeting his lips in a sweet kiss, "But..."

Steven's face fell at your words. He slowly moved from above you to lay next to you, scared to meet your eyes. "I did something wrong didn't I? Or did I forget to do something? I'm sorry-" he rambled, immediately doubting himself.

But his words died in his throat when you turned and caressed his cheek with a hand, your grin still present on your face. "You did nothing wrong," you insisted, "That was no doubt one of the best orgasms of my entire life."

Steven looked away and laughed at your confession. "You don't have to say that to make me feel better."

"I mean it, Steven," your voice grew stern, "That was fucking incredible."

Steven couldn't even formulate a response.

"What I was going to say was," you broke his silence, "I promised you could do bad things to my body and you haven't done nearly enough for me," you ended with a smirk.

Steven grunted when he felt your fingertips run along his cock.

"Don't you want to fuck me, Steven?" you questioned innocently while completely wrapping your hand around and stroking Steven's dick.

He nodded quickly, his bottom lip held between his teeth as he tried not to react to how soft your hand felt around his painfully hard cock. "I do. So badly, love."

You released him and brought a hand over to grab Steven's neck before using your grip to pull him back to his previous position above you. "Then fuck me, Steven. I need you to fuck me," you whispered.

Steven wasted no time in grabbing his length and lining himself up with your entrance. "Are you sure?" he checked in with you once more.

You jerked your hip in the direction of his cock in an effort to fill yourself up but to no avail. You were so damn desperate you didn't care how you sounded. "Yes Steven, please, I need you to fill me up. Fill me up baby, c'mon," you whined hurriedly.

"Well who am I to deny you of what you want, love?" he replied before slowly guiding himself into you.

He immediately groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. "Heavens, love, you're so—aghh—tight," he grunted.

Your moans were never-ending as he sunk into you inch by inch. The stretch was briefly painful but it hurt so good you didn't care.Steven stopped halfway in and leaned down to press a kiss against your forehead. "You're taking me so well, sweetheart," he praised you.

You bit your lip at his praise. "More, Steven, keep going."

Steven obliged and fully sunk into you with one last push. Your moans mixed in the air at the sudden change. "You feel so good inside me Steven, oh my God-" you cried out.

You nearly choked on air when Steven slowly pulled out of your heat before slamming back into you.

"SHIT," you both cursed together before opening your eyes to look at each other.

"Faster, baby, I can take it I promise," you nodded, bringing your hands up to the sides of Steven's face. You even wrapped your legs around Steven's waist.

Steven took a deep breath before pulling out and rutting into you again, now establishing a pace. Which every thrust inside your cunt, Steven grazed your g-spot, effortlessly. It was as if you were built for his cock.

"Fuckin' love the way you fuck me, Steven," you mumbled as Steven set a brutal pace inside you.

Steven leaned down to press his forehead against yours as he continued to fuck you. Your breathing seemed to sync as he pulled out moan after moan from you.

His hands rested at the sides of your head but you could feel them inching closer to your neck.

Your pussy clenched around him at the thought of him choking you. Steven faltered in his thrusts in response. "Love you're squeezing me so hard I don't think I'm gonna last."

"Do it," you called out, tilting your head toward one of his hands.

"What?"

"I can see you thinking about it. Choke me, baby," your chest heaved as you felt your third orgasm of the night approaching.

Steven hesitated for a second before he stopped his thrusts and brought a shaky hand to wrap around your throat.

"I trust you, Steven," you spoke truthfully, "I want this too," you brought a hand to rest over Steven's briefly in reassurance.

Steven began roughly pounding you again with his hand now squeezing around your neck.

"Fuck yes, holy shit," you breathed out, feeling your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head with the newly added feeling of Steven's large hand wrapped around your throat. making you see stars.

Steven, although shocked by your immediate enjoyment of his secret guilty pleasure, took it as a sign to continue. So he trusted faster but made sure to maintain the same amount of pressure on your neck. He then got the idea to use his free hand to reach down and fiddle with your clit while fucking you.

You were instantly thrown over the edge. You came with as best a scream of Steven's name as you could manage with his hand still choking you. Chills ran down your spine while Steven slowed his thrusts inside you and waited for your orgasm to pass.

Eventually, you felt Steven release your neck and slowly begin to remove his cock from your cunt. You tightened your legs around his waist in protest. "Uh uh, we're not stopping till you come inside me, Steven," you demanded.

Steven loved the way you'd been taking control throughout all of this. He'd do anything you asked without a thought. "That's fine with me love," he nodded with a lopsided grin.

"Good," you deeply inhaled before using your hold on his waist to roll him onto his back, with you now straddling him.

You smiled at his shocked expression, which soon morphed into excitement. "You're bloody amazing," he grinned up at you.

You fought the heat that crawled onto your cheeks at his words and looked away with a smile. "Stop sweet talking me and fuck me, Steven."

He nodded quickly, "Yes ma'am." Steven slipped back into your entrance slowly.

But you grew impatient and fully sat down on his cock, loving how full he made you feel. Steven's cries met your ears soon after.

You grabbed his hands and placed each on one of your breasts before beginning to properly ride him. Steven heeded your directions and pawed at your chest while thrusting up to meet your hips.

His grunts soon became whimpers and whines as you rode him harder and faster, eager to make him cum.

"I'm almost there, love," he cried before sitting up and pulling you into his chest. His hands moved down to grip your waist where he guided you faster along his cock.

"There you go, Steven," you held his face against your own as his pace grew sloppy and his brown eyes slid shut.

"Cum for me, baby," you softly spoke with one last grind of your hips. Steven halted inside you with a broken sob of your name and filled you up with his warm release.

You moaned at the feeling of his spend coating your inner walls and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his head. "You did so good Steven."

"I love you," his eyes finally opened while he panted, looking up at you with vulnerable eyes as if scared that you wouldn't feel the same after what you had just done together.

"I love you too," you replied without hesitation. You gently shoved Steven onto his back and followed suit, laying down on his chest as you gently removed his softening cock from inside you. You felt his hands move to wrap around your body soon after, bringing you further into his body.

Steven was the first to speak after some time. "I think you're the best thing that's happened to me in a really long time," he admitted, turning to look at you, not at all phased by the exhaustion in your features.

You leaned up to meet Steven in a heated kiss. He tightened his hold on you and met your lips with equal fervor. You pulled away reluctantly and looked down at his face with furrowed brows as you used a hand to trace his jaw and swollen lips. "Where have you been hiding my entire life, Steven Grant?"

"Haven't been hiding, love. I've just been here waiting for you."

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WHEW! This ABSOLUTELY got away from me holy shit. 6k words? yeah, not the plan at all. But hey it's definitely something considering that I haven't been able to sit down and write anything till tonight.

So I really do hope you enjoyed it.

(Lemme go look back through my requests and see what else I can cook up.)

[mgparker]

Come Back to Me

Marc Spector/Steven Grant x F!Reader

Summary: Mark leaves on a mission for Khonshu while you deal with a confrontation of your own. Unfortunately, this particular foe is aware of your specific skill set and uses your weakest spot to deliver a fatal wound. Laying there defenseless and abandoned, your final desire is to speak to the love of your life one last time.

warnings: ANGSTTTT!! (the fav), character backstory, flashbacks, character death, reader wound, sadness, despair etc etc, cliffhanger

masterlist!

“M-Mark?” Fuck. Fuck. Your voice was wobblier than you had expected.

“Baby?” You heard some shuffling. “What’s wrong?”

You pulled the phone away to clear your throat. “Nothing’s wrong, sweetheart. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

Despite your assurances, he wouldn’t be fooled. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yeah, I just wanted to talk.”

The pain was spreading from your side, crawling through your torso like deadly vines. It was nearly blinding. Pulling the phone away from your mouth, you tried to steady your breathing.

This isn’t how you wanted to go. Whimpering in pain and regretting every decision that got you here.

No. What you wanted was to hear your lover’s voice one last time. The warm timbre of his essence. Your favorite sound in the entire world.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He pressed. “Where are you?”

Your man was nothing if not stubborn. “Yes, baby. I’m okay—“ you really weren’t. “What—what did you do today?”

Marc sucked in air through his clenched teeth, gripping his phone with white knuckles. “It was meant to be a surprise, but I’m coming home for a few days… our leads haven’t gotten us anywhere and Khonshu believes we just need a comfortable place to think.”

You would’ve scoffed at that if your chest and throat weren’t on fire. Khonshu believes?

The big bird knew what Marc would be returning to. He knew you were lying in a pool of your own blood.

The thought sent a surge of panic through your body, even as the pain was beginning to overwhelm you. “No! Uh—um you— you’re already so close. W-what are you stuck on?”

Tears welled in your eyes, it felt like a blazing iron rod was being shoved into your chest and dragged up slowly until every organ could feel the flame.

It was silent on the other end for a heavy moment, before Marc’s deep voice hesitantly spoke your name. His tone lifted, suspended in question.

A shake courses through you, fear beginning to blossom in the pit of your stomach. The last thing you wanted was for him to panic… and now you’re beginning to panic as well.

You weren’t ready.

A sob broke through your lips before you could stop it. As if you even had the strength to.

“Marc,” you sobbed, turning your head to gaze at the phone beside you. As if it would give you one last glimpse at the love of your life.

His breathing picks up frantically. “Where are you? Tell me now.”

On his end, fabric is wrapping around his body at a faster rate than it ever had before. He could feel the strength of Khonshu enter him, the god’s presence filling the void.

The corners of your vision darkened and just when you thought you’d scream from the pain— it was gone. Miraculously, you felt nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Your heart dropped.

“I’m sorry,” a daze washed over you. There was nothing else to do but wait. A forlorn smile graced your paling face. “I’m so sorry, baby. There isn’t much time left.”

“What time?! Stop this shit, where are you? I can make it there as soon as you tell me.”

“There’s not enough time,” you pressed. You were coming to terms with the distant bright light that was supposed to be illuminating your vision.

You would’ve wished that that was what you were seeing as you drifted off, but one wish stood above all the others—

Your desire to be with Marc and Steven.

You barely notice the frantic yelling on the other end of the line before you’re cutting it off weakly.

“I—“ you go to clear your throat but the numbness had spread too far now. “I love you. Every part of you, baby. I just— I just wanted to hear your s—sweet voice one last t-time. Okay? I love you…”

The last word died on your tongue. And the darkness had taken over before you could hear Marc’s broken response.

A strangled yell left Marc’s lips. His stomach was knotted. The shadow of Khonshu appeared in his peripheral vision.

But Marc was rooted in his own grief. His lips were quivering, snot mixing with salty tears as he bared his teeth, shaking from the pure emotion of it all.

Why wasn’t he home? He had vowed to protect you, shield you from the horrors of the world— his world— but it wasn’t enough.

He couldn’t be there all the time, and you’d always reassured him that it’d be okay. That you didn’t feel like you constantly had to look over your shoulder, you didn’t want Marc or Steven to spend every second of their life protecting yours.

It’s his fault. God, the thought made him choke. Hands flying up to grasp at his throat as if he could stop it from tightening. It’s all his fault.

Maybe—maybe it’s not too late. Maybe, just maybe, you’re alive.

He could still feel Khonshu’s presence over his shoulder. “Take me to her.”

It’s silent. The wind breezing past his ears, the serenity of the night sky brazenly mocking his wild panic.

“Now, Khonshu!” He spun around quickly, voice wavering in rage.

If it hadn’t been for the God’s power over him, Marc would’ve been with you. The only person who truly matters to him in this world.

By some beautiful twist of fate, Khonshu unexpectedly relents, nodding his giant head in the direction of a portal.

Marc couldn’t find it in himself to thank him, everything else had faded away until all he saw was your mangled body on the other side of it.

His feet took him across the rooftop at an immeasurable feet, practically flying over the distance, until his surroundings had changed completely.

“No,” he cried, dropping to his knees painfully. Shards of glass pierced his skin as if he weren’t already bleeding out with you. “Baby? Baby, wake up. Wake up!”

Your body was lifeless in his arms, and the embrace felt strange, nothing like how you’d lay in his arms at night. Fingers gripping his necklace loosely, head tucked into the crook of his neck… legs tangled with his as if your bodies were one.

Blood left a trail from your nose to your chin and shaky hands went to wipe it away before pausing in midair to hover over your face…

“Love?”

Bewildered, Steven nearly gave himself whiplash as he snapped his head away from the sight of your bloodied body.

And despite wanting to run away, his hands tightened around your frame, his lungs failing.

Everything burned, his chest, his stomach. God, his arms and legs were going numb.

And where Marc couldn’t go, Steven went.

Denial.

“Love, come on,” his head has turned to you again but his eyes were squeezed shut. “Wake up. The gag has gone long enough.”

No response. Your laughter wasn’t shaking your frame, your voice wasn’t reassuring him that it’d all been a silly, cruel joke.

“Lovie…” he knew how much you hated the name and despite it, absolutely nothing.

Weren’t you going to argue? Playfully punch him in the shoulder as you giggled at him to never call you that again. Weren’t you going to put on that half-assed angry frown that you always did before smiling and pulling him to your lips?

Weren’t you going to kiss him and tell him everything would be alright?

His heart dropped with the realization that you already had.

You already spoken those words sweetly and he’d dismissed them, twisted them into something rageful when all he should’ve done was pulled you into his arms and never let you go.

“Steven,” you tried, grabbing onto his hands with an unusual hint of desperation. Almost as if you knew something he didn’t. “Sweetheart, it’s going to be okay. Everything is going to be alright.”

The sincerity in your eyes practically sparkled or maybe that was just the pure love that you felt for him. But it didn’t get through to him this time, instead his panic and anxiety twisting his words and actions into something else.

“How can you say that?” Steven stressed. “How can you be so positive all time?! Consider the possibility that maybe sometimes you’re just wrong!”

His soul shattered when he realized… it was the last time he’d ever hear those words.

He hadn’t believed in them and now this happened.

Steven forced his eyes to open slowly.

In the pale moonlight, your face was still as beautiful as the first time he ever saw you.

It was early in the morning; the sun was barely over the horizon and the streets of London were not all too busy for this hour. 

Thankfully for Marc, the little coffee house that was nestled in the array of buildings on Russell Street was practically empty. Save for the steady stream of customers who would fly in and out with a streaming cup of coffee or tea in their hands.

But tucked in the corner of the large window seat was you. 

Exactly as he’d seen you in his numerous hours of laborious research. Hair tucked behind your ears, oversized round glasses slipping off the tip of your nose, lips tucked in concentration, a loose sweater hanging off your shoulders. 

There was a sense of tranquility about you. A stillness despite the bustling customers mere feet from you. 

A girl immersed in her own world; a utopia all within the threads of your pale green sweater, the gentle sway of your feet under the table, the hint of a smile at the corner of your lips.

How odd it was to find such astounding beauty in someone you knew everything and nothing about. 

Because in your little world, you may have been closed off from the reality around you, but an open book to anyone who cared to look. 

And Marc couldn’t see why anyone wouldn’t.

He just hated that he had to be the one to shatter your universe.

“Excuse me,” Marc said when he finally worked up the courage to enter the shop. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

Then you looked up at him and he knew it was a sight he’d remember for the rest of his life, an image that would flash behind his eyelids whenever he closed his eyes.

Your eyes piercingly studied his through your eyelashes for a long moment. The hint of a smile was gone. 

“Sure,” you eventually smiled brightly. 

A dazzling smile that kept him rooted to the spot a little longer than necessary. 

Thankfully, you didn’t seem to mind it. “You’re American?”

Marc finally sat down next to you, gripping his chocolate muffin tightly. “Actually, I’m from Chicago.”

If your chuckle was charming, he couldn’t imagine your laugh. 

“Which is in America, if I recall correctly.”

“You do, it is... in America.” God he needed to work on his social skills. He felt like a bug under a microscope. Partly because of your particular line of work, mostly because you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. 

You shut your book softly. “What brings you to London?”

Marc was sure you would’ve shut him down by now, questioned his intentions or tried to put his ass down. But you were graceful, serene... Seemingly not worried at all about his intentions.

If he’d asked, you would’ve told him that you had a keen eye for vibrant souls. His being one of the brightest you’d stumbled upon. 

“Uh, work,” he replied unconvincingly. “What about you? You’re a fellow American yourself, aren’t you?”

“What gave it away?” You were teasing him.

Maybe he could hear that laugh again after all. “Your accent and the whole sweater thing you’ve got going on? Practically screams California.”

Your laugh was surprisingly booming, genuine. He found himself smiling at the sound of it.

It can’t be this easy to fall in love with someone you just met. 

“It’s New York actually,” you corrected between fading giggles. “Close enough.”

Embarrassment tinted his ears red. “It’s not.”

Smiling widely, you shook your head in agreement. “It’s really not.”

It’s silent for a few moments and just when Marc thinks you’re going to open your book again, you speak softer than before. 

“I’m assuming you sat in my little corner for a reason, Mr. Spector.”

The gravity of your simple statement uncharacteristically flew past his head. Instead, he was a little more focused on trying to hear that twinkling laugh again. 

“What’re you doing?” You rose an eyebrow, watching as the man wildly looked around the space you were occupying. From the two adjoining walls to the wooden round table. 

“Looking for any indication that this is in fact entirely your corner. So far I see nothing except...” There was no way he wasn’t making a fool out of himself but he was in too deep to stop--

The pin suddenly dropped.  

“I didn’t tell you my name.”

A nonchalant expression adorned your face. “People like you don’t seek people like me unless they need something.”

His brain short-circuits. 

“People like me...” Marc repeated, his voice lifting slightly as if almost in question. 

“I’m aware of every single entity within my range whom fit the qualifications of a very secure database. Yelena Belova, Alexei Shostakov, Spider-Man who happens to be around on a school trip...” you listed idly, twirling the little stick that was stained with your hazelnut coffee. “... Marc Spector.”

The rose-colored glasses were slowly slipping off. His years of servitude under Khonshu’s hand began to harden his exterior until he could finally look at you as a threat. Just to be sure. 

“Why would I be on that list?”

You motioned toward the untouched muffin. “Are you gonna eat that?”

“Why would I be on that list?” His jaw clenched.

“Well, why wouldn’t you?” You take a sip. “Moon Knight is an incredibly promising prospect in the eyes of those who protect our world. You’re incredibly powerful.”

Marc scoffed. Is that what he was to you? A potential business deal, a recruit?

“But it doesn’t really matter to me anyway.”

His eyes shot up in interest. The corner of your lips had turned up again.

“I don’t work for any agency anymore,” you explained. “I’m just a girl with an incredible skill set and impressive resume.”

“Humble much?”

There was a knowing twinkle in your eye. “Only when I need to be.” 

Your stares met with a shared interest. As if you two were really seeing each other for the first time. 

To Marc, your beauty was astounding, ethereal. He could only hope that you’d choose to stay in his life.

“I did come for a reason... I have a mission and I could use someone with your specific skill set.”

“You need help.”

“Well, I didn’t say that exactly--”

“It’s what you meant,” you narrowed your eyes playfully. “Thankfully, I’m a woman of the people. But why should I help you?”

“I’m backed into a corner. I’m just trying to do things right in the best way I can. But I need you to trust me.”

“Trust is gained, Spector.”

“Then allow me to earn it.” The mercenary countered.

You allowed your eyes to look over him. At his open grey button up, his ironed white shirt and black pants. His ebony hair, brushed away from his face, sprinkled with a hint of grey. The scruff on his jaw and the brown of his eyes. 

Falling in love with someone you just met can’t be this easy.

Your resolve crumbled and you knew he was going to be in your life for the unforeseeable future. The fluttering in your abdomen pulled you in before you could stop it. 

Not that you wanted to. 

“So what does this mission entail?”

Slowly, a genuine smile curved Marc Spector’s lips, one that you reciprocated with a blinding beauty that made his heart nearly stop.

And as he walked out of the coffee shop that morning, your number scribbled on a note that was neatly folded in his pocket, there was a sudden change... brief but enough for Steven Grant to suddenly find himself on Russell Street. Confused and a bit frightened, but only for a quick moment-- 

Until he turned his head and gazed into the large coffeehouse window...

To see you for the first time, with eyes that had adoringly gazed upon yours for hours. 

And the sight was like a breath of fresh air, filling his lungs with something he didn’t quite know he needed. 

The close-lipped smile that spread from cheek to cheek behind the fist of your closed hand, idle strands of hair that fell to cover your joyous expression, the simple rise and fall of your chest...

And between the moment that he saw you and Marc reemerged to front, Steven Grant couldn’t help but wonder who had made your eyes light up in that way. 

Steven Grant wondered if he had the chance, could he make you happy?

But he couldn’t see the light in your eyes anymore. Eyelids rested over those effervescent eyes and a part of him finally shattered. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered brokenly. Bringing your forehead close to his, his lips tenderly touched your warm skin. “I’m so sorry, love. I’m sorry.”

Softly, as if to not disturb you, he reached for your hand, catching a glimpse of the fading paint job he’d done on your nails before he left last week. 

“I-I-I can’t, I can’t. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He couldn’t breathe anymore, gasping against your body as he tightened his embrace. 

Acceptance. 

With a shudder, Marc kept his eyes closed despite the sudden switch. 

This way he could imagine that you weren’t dead, you weren’t cold and lifeless. No, you were alive. Finally squeezing in a nap between your tireless research, hours upon hours at the computer, hacking databases and trying everything you could to help the boys. 

Yes, yes, he could take a moment to indulge in that fantasy. 

Because once he opened his eyes, it was finally over. Marc Spector would have to live without you. 

“How wasteful...”

That pent-up anger reared its ugly head. “What?”

If he wasn’t holding onto you, Marc would’ve committed violence against the god. 

“To let such a valuable asset go would be a pitiful waste,” Khonshu drawled from behind his avatar. 

Marc shook his head at the audacity. “I don’t want to hear this. I--I don’t want to hear this.”

“Perhaps you do, Spector,” the god insinuated. “Feel the warmth of her skin... look at the color beneath her skin...”

This was cruel. “No...”

“Your grief may be premature--” what? “-- her fate lies in no one’s hands but her own.”

He finally looked up. “Stop with the riddles. What the hell are you talking about?”

“Just as I once appeared before you, the goddess Isis requires an avatar. Your lover is still in the fight between life and death.”

Deception was a skill Marc was certain Khonshu had mastered but yet, he found nothing but the truth in his tone. He felt the god’s sincerity. 

Shock stilled his body, mouth slightly open as he stared into the night sky and then slowly back at you.

Despite his aversion to serving a god, the only thought running through his mind was the desire for you to come back to him.

In any way, he’d have you. 

Otherwise, neither he nor Steven would make it. 

“This is up to you, baby,” Marc whispered into your hair. “But fight. Please... fight. Come back to me.”

Please.

Come back to me.

The voice bounced off the walls of the chamber, echoing until it faded away.

It was the voice that would always bring you back. 

“You have a choice to make,” a different voice reminded you, sweet and smooth. “Be my apprentice and help me restore the world to what it once was.”

You were on the tip of the iceberg, held back from what you’d seen Marc and Steven deal with for years but itching to get back to the broken man that was begging for you. 

“What does that even mean?” You groaned. 

Isis gave you no further explanation than what she’d told you before. You glared at her for another moment before feeling a phantom pain shoot across your body. Well, metaphysical body.

You realized you’re running out of time.

“So I do this or what? Die? I love how you all deal in absolutes,” your snark was still intact. “Any room for negotiation?”

The Goddess of Magic and Fertility towered over you, mighty with large wings that spanned the length of the golden chamber. Eyes that pierced into your soul, quite literally, and a beauty that wasn’t made to be seen by mortal eyes.

It was easy to tell why. Such beauty was captivating, breath-stealing and enough to send any man or woman to their knees.

But yet here you stood, slightly annoyed and about three feet under. 

Unamused, Isis blinked expectantly. 

Please... Air caught in your throat. Baby...

The decision suddenly wasn’t hard at all. 

And it seemed as if Isis knew it as well. 

“Will you be my apprentice and help me restore the world to what it once was?” She repeated.

The other half of your soul was missing and you knew how to soothe the agonizing pain for the both of you…

“Yes.”

[scarletttries]

NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Steven Grant + Recording: (prompt list here)

(Part Two Here!!)

- When Steven Grant bought a little camcorder and stand a few years ago, he had very innocent reasons in mind. Yes, the stand was set up so the camera pointed straight at his bed, but it was to capture exactly why we woke up so exhausted from a night of tossing and turning alone, not for anything more fun than that.

- Naturally anytime you were coming over, he'd carefully stash the device away, not wanting to creep you out or do anything to risk making the most important person in his life uncomfortable. He knows just how lucky he is to be the man that gets to worship your body, and even though he'd die for the chance to relive every one of your intimate encounters, he thinks it's way too weird of a question to ask.

- That is until one night you surprise him at home, on your way back from a girl's night and missing your sweet, nerdy boyfriend. He's over the moon when he opens the door to your bright, smiling face, quickly surrendering to your hypnotic kiss as you lead him to the bed he was all but ready to settle into for the night alone.

- Your hands are pushing his shirt off his shoulders, while his hands slide up your dress, clawing at your thighs until they spread enough for him to fit between them, when you first notice the blinking red light.

"Steven, gorgeous, how long have you had a camera in your bedroom?" Instantly he's mortified, apologising and tripping over his own feet as he launches off the bed, practically crawling across his bedroom floor to turn off the device,

"I'm so sorry love, I didn't realise you were coming, and it's to help with my sleep walking, and I swear I always put it away whenever you're here, I'd never violate your privacy like that." He's struggling to take in breaths as each sentence catches in his throat, tears prickling the corners of his eyes as he watches you pull down your skirt and hop off the edge of his bed, picking him up off the floor and bringing your hands to softly cup his face.

"It's okay, I believe you. I trust you Steven, I was just surprised is all." Your gentle words slow his heart back to a steady pace, the tender press of your lips to his enough to reassure him that this isn't the breaking point he always assumes is right around the corner. Each kiss is quickly followed by another, Steven completely entranced by you, enough so that he doesn't notice as you press the record button again, throwing the camera a showy wink as you lead him back to bed again.

- It's not until a few days later, texting Steven from a hotel during a weekend away that you let him know about your little tape. He's desperately fighting the urge to plead over text for you to come home early, settling for telling you just how terribly he misses you, three little words hanging on the tip of his tongue, not quite bold enough to let them loose yet. You echo his longing sentiment, telling him just how much you miss the feel of his hands on your skin, his touch on every part of you, and tell him maybe he should check his camera before he takes himself to bed.

- He's sceptical as he takes his camcorder off his stand, flipping the little screen to face him and scrolling through the hours of footage until he recognises the night he last had you over. He has to cover his eyes with embarrassment as he watches himself tumble out of bed to stop the recording, but his eyes dart wide open when he watches you turn it straight back on, the playful look in your eye immediately flushing all his blood down his body.

- He realises he's holding his breath in his attempt to hear every single sound you make as the two of you step across the screen and climb back on to the bed he's now propped up in alone. He knows it was your decision, but he still feels voyeuristic and dirty as he watches your dress slide down your body on the screen, his free hand slipping into his pyjama bottoms as his on screen counterpart slides his hands over your chest, earning a happy moan that has him hardening at the first touch.

- His mouth hangs open and he watches intently as he settles between your legs, turning up the volume as high as he can as you start to pant and moan at the feel of his tongue exploring your centre. His hand has picked up its pace now, chest heaving as he watches your back arch off the bed, nipples hard in the cold night air.

- He almost loses it the first time he notices you smile right into the camera as you moan out his name, a private performance just for him that makes his heart throb almost as hard as the manhood he's now furiously rubbing. He can feel him cross the point of no return as he watched himself plunge deep inside you, your legs wrapping tightly around his hips leaving no room between your two bodies, his lips desperately chasing yours. His screen self lasts longer than lonely Steven does, spilling across the empty bed as you let out the needy high pitched whine you do every time he pulls out of you to change positions. He sits there, dick pulsing in his hand as he watches your ass bounce as he slams his hips against yours, finally both spent and collapsing alongside you.

- Feeling utterly beat he almost puts the camera away, until he notices you creep out of the bed towards the bathroom, stopping in front of the focused lens to mouth three little words to him before stopping the video. If the sensitive soul hadn't already been in bed, he would have immediately collapsed to the floor. Frantically he picks his phone back up, impatiently waiting through the rings until he can finally tell you that he loves you too.

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Literally would read any moon knight smut from you 🥵 can I request something with the boys having a marking/spit kink? I feel like it is most in Marc’s character but tbh I’m not particular heh

sorry this took so long hehe i hope you like it <3

ONCE BITTEN, TWICE SHY

Marc Spector x afab!reader (mentions of Steven Grant x reader) (2.2k)

Marc Spector didn’t fancy himself a jealous man—but you knew exactly how to push his buttons.

RATING: EXPLICIT (18+ mdni) WARNINGS: arguing, jealousy, SMUT (oral (f! and m! receiving), degradation, a bit of choking, facefucking, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, mean!dom!marc)

It was an accident, really—you hadn’t meant for it to slip out. And yet, there wasn’t a single part of you that felt bad about it.

Marc had already been in a bad mood when he’d woken up that morning, sulking and brooding and generally unpleasant to be around. When you’d asked him what was wrong, he’d brushed you off, insisting he was just tired and had a headache. You knew better than to believe him.

Truthfully, you had a suspicion that Marc had been feeling neglected. After he’d introduced you to Steven several weeks ago, the two of you had been inseparable—you and Marc had been dating for a year and half, so getting to know Steven was like the honeymoon phase all over again. He was sweet, and gentle, and shy, and many other things that Marc simply wasn’t. The contrast excited you, but you could tell that the puppy love between you and Steven had begun to take a toll on Marc.

When you’d gotten home from work today, you had planned on offering to cook a nice meal for you and Marc in an attempt to smooth things over and ease his worried mind, but he clearly was in no mood for reconciliation.

“Honey, I’m hooome.”

You sing-songed jokingly as you walked in the door, keys jingling in the lock. When you received no response, your joviality quickly dissipated and a deep frown etched itself into your face.

“Hello?”

You called again, brows furrowed in confusion. You took a few steps into the apartment, hanging your bag on the coatrack and slipping your shoes from your feet. Again, silence.

You went to turn the corner towards where the bedroom side of the studio apartment was, but quickly collided with a warm body as you rounded the bookshelf.

“Jesus fuck!”

You yelped as a hand came out to steady your shoulder, saving you from stumbling backwards on impact.

“You scared me....”

You hesitated, looking up at the man before you cautiously. The scrunch between his brows and hardness in his brown eyes quickly confirmed your suspicions.

“...Marc.”

Marc mistook your brief moment of pause as disappointment, and he sneered, releasing your arm with a small shove and sidestepping you.

“Yeah, it’s me. Sorry to disappoint.”

You blinked a few times in disbelief, frozen in place as his words took a moment to sink in. When they finally did, you were left reeling, whirling around to face his retreating figure with an incredulous expression.

“What?”

Marc huffed angrily, nostrils flaring as he threw himself onto the couch, a hand reaching up to run through his dark hair.

“I said, sorry to disappoint. I’m sure you’d much rather have Steven greeting you when you get home.”

“I never said that.”

You scoffed, approaching him slowly with your arms crossed over your chest. His brown eyes darted up to your face, his lips curled into a scowl.

“You didn’t have to. You’ve made it pretty clear.”

“Where is this coming from, Marc?”

It was a stupid question—both of you knew the answer already. Marc’s nostrils flared as he averted his gaze from you, sulking silently and staring off at some point in the distance.

A pang of guilt accompanied the sigh that fell from your lips as you noticed the slight quiver of his lip, and you made your way to the empty spot next to him.

“Hey.”

You started gently, letting your hand trace across the veins of his forearm before your slid your fingers between his own.

“I’m sorry, Marc. I know—I know things have been moving pretty fast between me and Steven, and I know I haven’t made as much time for you as I should have. I’m sorry.”

You leaned into him, head ducking slightly in an attempt to catch his gaze with your own. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he drew in a long, deep inhalation, before he finally opened them again and fixed them on you.

“No, it’s—it’s okay, baby. I’m glad you and Steven are getting along, that’s exactly what I hoped would happen. And I’m sorry I—I freaked out. Just—miss you, s’all.”

He confessed, a slight blush creeping up his neck and ruddying his cheeks. Marc wasn’t often open about his feelings, so the brief moment of vulnerability was significant. You smiled softly at him, reaching up to brush your fingers through his soft curls.

“Why didn’t you just say so, huh, handsome?”

A smirk quickly made its way across his lips at the insinuation in your tone, his arms swiftly wrapping around your body to haul you up onto his lap and into a searing kiss.

It wasn’t until you were seconds away from an orgasm, Marc’s face buried between your thighs, that you’d fucked up.

“Shit, shit—”

You cried, fisting at the sheets on either side of you as Marc’s tongue swirled over your clit, two of his thick fingers buried in your weeping cunt.

“Oh, God, yes, m’gonna cum, gonna—ahh, fuck, don’t stop, yes, Steven, fuu—”

Your hips lurched off the bed when the stimulation abruptly ceased, your eyes shooting open in alarm only to come face-to-face with Marc’s hardened expression, his lips still shining with your slick.

“Fuck, why’d you—?”

“What the fuck did you just say?”

He interrupted your whiny plea with his threatening words, growled lowly as his eyes narrowed at you. Your rapid heartrate only sped up when you thought back on your pleasured cries, quickly realizing your mistake. You bolted upright in an instant, your eyes wide and panicked, reaching to grip Marc’s bare shoulders.

“Oh, Marc, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—”

He pulled away from you, rising to his knees on the bed so he loomed over you.

“Get on your knees.”

Your breath stuttered.

“What?”

You yelped when Marc lunged forward, his hand coming to twist in your hair to yank you harshly forward so you were face to face.

“I said,”

he growled, his breath hot on your face and fingers taut in your hair,

“get on your fucking knees.”

He released you with a rough shove and you scrambled off the bed onto your knees, quickly obeying his order. You watched as he slipped off his last remaining layer of clothing before he slowly made his way over to you, his figure towering over you with intimidation and malice. Excitement was beginning to swirl in the pit of your stomach—you’d never seen Marc so angry before, so domineering and unhinged. Still, a small pang of guilt shot through you at your earlier mistake.

“Marc, really, I’m so sorry—”

“Shut the fuck up.”

He snapped, and you immediately obliged, eyes blowing wide at the sternness in his tone. His chest was heaving with labored breaths and his nostrils were flared, eyes alight with fury.

“You just don’t know when to stop fucking talking.”

He was right in front of you, now, languidly stroking his hardened length inches away from your face, precum beading at the slit. He reached forward and roughly grabbed your jaw in his other hand, fingers curling to squeeze your cheeks.

“You wanna keep moaning his name? Guess I’ll have to make you shut up.”

His hand migrated up and wrapped in your hair before yanking your neck back. When your lips parted with a surprised gasp, he immediately plunged his thick length into your mouth, forcing himself down your throat without warning. The sudden and abrupt intrusion caused you to gag harshly, and he pulled out only long enough for you to draw in a gasping breath before he thrusted forward again, sinking his cock all the way back into your throat and beginning a steady rhythm of fucking your face.

“Only way you’ll be quiet is if you’ve got a mouth full of dick, huh?”

He grunted, hips snapping forward. There was drool foaming at the sides of your lips, tears streaming down your cheeks as you forced yourself to sit back and let him use you, the tip of his cock bruising the back of your throat and his balls slapping noisily against your chin.

“Bet you miss him now, don’t you? Steven doesn’t treat you like this—doesn’t know how much of a fucking slut you are.”

You felt yourself grow impossibly wetter at his words, reaching up to brace your hands on his muscular thighs in order to prevent them from reaching between your legs to touch yourself. You felt his arm reach down until his fingers curled around your neck, allowing him to feel each stroke of his cock down your throat.

“Fuck, baby—such a pretty little whore.”

Finally, finally, he pulled out of your mouth, a long string of saliva still connecting the tip of his ruddy cock to your swollen lips. You gasped harshly, letting the mixture of tears and drool drip from your chin as you gazed up and him with watery eyes.

“Thank you, Marc, thank you, I love you, I—”

Marc growled, his grip on your throat tightening and briefly cutting off your airflow.

“Shut. Up.”

He hissed, pulling you upwards with his hand on your neck and tossing you towards the bed. You fell backwards, immediately pliant beneath him as he reached to lift both of your ankles above your head before abruptly plunging his spit-soaked cock into your dripping folds.

A pornographic mewl escaped you at the feeling of him penetrating you, your hole still tight and unprepared for the thickness of his cock. The burn of the stretch was intoxicating, but you were quickly pulled away from the feeling when Marc’s fingers found your jaw again, squeezing your cheeks so your lips involuntarily parted.

“Open.”

He growled, and you obliged, allowing him to spit straight into your awaiting mouth. You whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as he kept railing into you, your mouth closing as his taste overwhelmed you.

“You don’t swallow until I tell you—you hear me?”

You nodded vigorously, eyes silently pleading as tears continued to stream down your face, the sound of slapping skin filling the room as Marc bared his teeth.

“Yeah, that outta wash his name outta your filthy fuckin’ mouth, huh?”

You could barely hear him over the static humming in your ears, an orgasm creeping up and washing over you without warning. You choked on your sob, desperately following Marc’s orders and keeping your mouth full of his saliva despite your desperation to cry out.

Marc felt you clench down on him, and his pace quickened.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby—you cum all over this cock.”

He leaned forward and sank his teeth into the flesh of your collarbone, licking and sucking bruises into your neck and up your throat. You lay helpless beneath him, body melting into the mattress as he continued to pound into you relentlessly, the sting of his lips hot against your sweat-sheened skin.

“Gonna keep you covered in these, baby—he’s never gonna forget who you fuckin’ belong to.”

He grunted in your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth briefly before sitting back up, shifting up onto his knees and wrapping your legs around his waist before jackhammering into you once again.

He reached forward a final time to wrap his hand around your throat, now covered with red and purple bruises in the shape of his mouth.

“Swallow.”

He panted, his eyes wild and pace faltering.

"Swallow, and tell me who you belong to.”

You swallowed the fluid the had gathered across your tongue and finally let out a salacious moan, back arching off the bed as a second orgasm began building in your abdomen. You could hardly even remember what had started this thing in the first place, and you definitely didn’t care—your entire existence was overwhelmed with Marc, Marc, Marc.

"You, Marc—belong to you."

You cried, and you felt his fingers curl into your neck as he leaned over you, the heat of his body absolutely smothering you as his free hand reached between you to circle your clit. You keened.

“Again. Louder. Who do you belong to?”

“You, Marc—fuck, fuck, Marc, I belong to you, fuck—"

Your climax peaked fiercely, white hot and blinding as your toes curled and your entire body trembled beneath him. The rhythmic clenching of your tight cunt around him had Marc following close behind, his release punctuated by a sharp yelp before he buried himself to the hilt, allowing his seed to fill you completely, offering a few more deep thrusts before stilling.

Marc’s tension-laden body immediately collapsed on top of you, his head tucking into the crook of your neck as his cock stayed nestled inside of you. Your arms wrapped around his clammy torso, one hand stroking a soothing line down his spine and the other brushing through his hair, your lips planting a soft kiss to his forehead. His frantic exhales were hot against your neck.

“I mean it, Marc. I’m yours.”

You assured in a whisper, and Marc tilted his head up to look at you, his once cold eyes now softened with a familiar gentleness.

“I know, baby.”

He leaned up and pecked you on the lips.

“And now you’ll never forget it.”

You let out an airy giggle, sinking back into the comfortable and familiar weight of his body on yours. After a few moments, you bit your lip and gave him a mischievous smile.

“So...when do I get to meet Jake?”

[theartofimagining13]

Imagine:

Loki and Steven agree to work together just to save you but Loki soon regrets it because Steven gets on his nerves every five minutes.

[bored-mumma]

Steven Grant - Smut Alphabet - NSFW

Steven Grant Fluff Alphabet - SFW

MASTERLIST

Under 18s - DNI

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Steven Grant is nothing less of a worshiper. Afterwards, he would whisper his praises to you as he holds onto you tightly, loving when you rest your head on his chest so you’re both enveloped in each other's warmth. After a while of just resting and chatting, he would suddenly remember to ask if you need anything or if he can do anything for you, always happy to grab you something to eat or run a bath if that's what you want.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)  

He has Marc to thank for it, but he definitely loves his arms. The way their strong enough to both man-handle you and yet also bring you so much comfort when he holds you. Steven isn’t exactly ‘rough’ but he will use his strength to push/pull you into positions. 

Steven wouldn’t like to admit he has a favourite part of you, always saying how just everything about you is perfect. But you both know he’s an ass man through-and-through. The way he’s always grabbing it and just lets his hands rest on it sometimes without him even realising it, definitely was a big give-away.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

It took him a little while to get fully comfortable with it and to admit his love it, but omg does this man love to come in your mouth. Don't misunderstand, he loves doing it anywhere on or in you but that's just his absolute favourite. And if it dribbles a little down the side your mouth whilst you swallow? He could just die right there and then from a heart attack - in the best way of course.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)  

Steven really wants you to edge him. Sometimes he’ll find himself edging himself, changing positions when he can feel himself getting a little too close. He’ll ask you eventually, and when he does finally ask you and you grant him his wish, he basically begs you to do that to him every single time. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not experienced at all. As far as you were aware, there was only one woman before you and that didn’t last long. But that doesn’t stop him being the most intense lover you’ve ever had! He’ll ask questions, especially when learning how to give oral in the best possible way. Listening to every instruction until he’s got all of your favourite things memorised and can do it on his own.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Steven does love when you ride him. Just something about you looking like a complete Goddess, whilst having him at your mercy, does stuff to him. Though yes, Steven does sometimes also like to put in the dirty work and will be the one on top, he loves that too, but if he had to choose a position to do for the rest of his life it would be him sitting with his back on the headboard, knees bent with his soles on the mattress as you sat in his lap. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He does love a little joke here and there. He’s not goofy per se, but when you two become entirely comfortable with each other he does make a little comment that causes you to laugh sometimes. Although that would usually be before you started touching him - the moment you start, all rational thoughts and words are gone, and he couldn't crack a joke even if he tried.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Steven tries to be tidy, but he’s not obsessed about it. At the end of the day, he’ll groom when he remembers too. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Steven thinks of sex as the most intimate thing two human beings can do with each other. No matter the mood - angry, jealous, happy, romantic, goofy - Steven will always make sure to tell you how amazing you looked, how much he loved and adored you. Of course, you would always tell him the same thing (praise kink anyone?). He would make sure every inch of your bodies is pressed together, foreheads usually touching as he thanked the gods for you. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He used to a lot. Well, not a lot but more often than he does now. He used to do it two, maybe three times a week. Usually in the shower or if he had a particularly rough day at work, he would need a pick-me-up. Now though, he’ll do it maybe once every couple of weeks. Again, usually when he’s showering and you’re out of the house. He wouldn’t dream of doing it with you in there. Not only because why would he jack off when he could have the real thing but also because the thought of you catching him makes his heart sink. If he caught you, he’d think that would be the hottest thing in the world, but he would think the other way around would be totally embarrassing. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise. Kink. Praise kink. As said before, this man does nothing but compliment during sex. Loves to hear you compliment him too. Whispers of ‘I love you’s’ to each other between passionate kisses is a must for Steven. There’s been numerous times you’ve nearly made him finish from your words alone but thankfully he’s getting better at controlling that, he just wasn’t used to it at the time. 

He hasn’t admitted this one yet, but our little innocent Steven really, really, really wants to do some role-playing. Maybe start with a classic - like he’s a professor and you’re his student - but he’s definitely got lots of more ‘unique’ scenarios he’s trying to muster up the courage to ask you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Before living together Steven would love doing it in your bed. The fact he’s surrounded by your scent, your stuff everywhere, it just brought him so much comfort. After living together, his favourite place was anywhere in his entire flat. Finding new places to do it became a daily thought for him. Although the bedroom is still one of the best places, his desk is pretty fun too.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The second you sit on his lap, he’s done for. Whether that was just to snuggle or if you do it on purpose to initiate things, Steven would instantly have a hard on. He would try to hide it sometimes, especially when you just came over for a cuddle. He would position you so you weren’t over his crotch and would try to send his mind back to whatever he was doing before but there was no way he could distract himself enough. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn’t hit you or degrade you in anyway. Complete opposite of what Steven likes. He prefers to worship you like the God you are, not treat you like a whore. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Although he does like giving, you just have the gift. Every time he sees you go onto your knees with that little twinkle in your eye, makes him harder than he thought was possible. It was just something to do with how you would trust him enough and love him enough to give him so much pleasure with your mouth - it would drive him crazy. He would try so hard to compliment you as you did it, gently tugging your hair as he did so. But the closer to the end he got, the more desperate his actions became. He would start tugging harder and harder without even realising, words of worship turning in moans of desperation. No matter what, he would always make sure he gave back as good as he got - loving how much he can tear you apart with just him mouth. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s slooow. Sometimes a little painstakingly slow. Taking his time so each thrust is felt in its entirely for both of you and is as deep as he could possibly go. Even when you’re on top, Steven tends to hold your hips and control the pace himself though every once in a while, he’ll just basically lose it, going so hard and fast your brain goes foggy. But those days are usually when you guys have had a bad argument - something that thankfully happens rarely. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He does like a good quickie. Of course, he prefers proper sex with you, being able to be surrounded by each other fully and taking the time to explore. But those mornings where you’re both getting ready for work in a rush, and he sees you go to have a quick shower? Yeah, he’s joining you. You visited him at the museum and brought him his lunch? Quick shag on his lunch break. Just both trying to catch your pleasure as fast as you can, using each other just to get off makes him almost feral. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s up for experiments! Especially if it's something you’ve come up with. He sometimes will think or see something he would like to try with you; however, embarrassment stops him attempting. But when you ask him to try something new? Omg just you saying it is usually a turn on. Although there have been a couple things, he’s said no too like tying each other up - he’s spent too many sleepless nights tied up, thank you. But he would come up with something to compromise.

Although risk wise, Steven wouldn’t risk the two of you being caught. Even if every once in a while you would do it at his work, it would always be in a locked room where he knew there were no security cameras. The thought of someone seeing you two being as intimate as you were sent very bad chills up his spine. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can last maybe five minutes and a max of two rounds. The longer the two of you are together, the more you have sex, the longer he can last but you don’t mind too much. He’s the king of foreplay so by the time you guys actually start having sex you’ve already come a couple times anyways. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

At first, he’s not really sure how he feels about them. One hand, it does sound kind of fun to experiment with some new things - the idea of vibrators turns him on especially. But then he’ll once again go all shy at the idea, thinking it was weird he wanted to try them out. Eventually you’re the one who brings up the idea of using some toys and Steven agrees so fast he even surprised himself. Didn’t stop his face turning super red when you guys went through the websites, though, looking for stuff to buy. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Every once in a while, he’ll like to tease you, especially with his words. But he’s a sucker for you teasing him. Whether that be the little touches and suggestive smiles or straight up edging him and teasing him about him, he just can’t get enough.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He. Is. Loud. Less of a moaner and more of a grunter. He also often mutters during sex, mostly ‘i love you’s’ and just praising everything about you. At the beginning of your relationship Steven would be a little shy about being loud but he realised pretty quick that you love it. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Before you started dating, Steven would often have wet dreams about you. He would wake up in a daze and reach over to the other side of the bed to hold you, but then his mind would catch up with him and remember it was just a dream. So, the first time he had one about you and woke up, only to actually be able to wrap his arms around you after and not feel guilty about thinking about you in that way? Well, that man nearly cried with happiness. His dreams were literally coming true. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Pretty average, nothing special really - except he knows how to use properly to make it feel a lot better than average.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Towards the beginning he would want you literally 24/7. Literally everything you did would be a turn on for him, especially if you are doing just little domestic acts; like cooking his favourite dinners. After about six months together he did begin to calm down but that doesn't mean his sex drive isn't still super high. You’re looking at about three or four times a week on average - and that's just with Steven, not the other two boys.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't like sleeping much but he does find it easier with you next to him. Something to hold close to him. He would probably fall asleep after about an hour; thanks to the exhaustion he feels after your ‘activities’.

[frost-queen]

Suspicious faith//part 2 (Reader x Steven Grant)

Requested by: Myself, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex–awesome–22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @automaticbakeryfreakshoe, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @october-leaves​

Summary: Steven can’t seem to escape the embarresment, certainly not when he comes face to face with his savior once more. 

Read part 1 here! & part 3 , part 4

You stood under the shower, letting the water rinse you. Running a wet hand over your hair, wiped you some droplets back. You never intended for him to end up in your apartment, but last night you felt like you had no choice. You looked down, letting the water pour down your neck, taking a deep breath. Suddenly were you back at last nights scenery. Steven laid down on a bench, chuckling like a little child. – “Hey! Hey!” – called you out, trying to reason with him. – “Where do you live? Where is your house?” – asked you. He was clearly too drunk to get home by himself. Steven rolled to his side, wrapping his arms around himself. He kept chuckling finding himself amusing. You sighed deep, looking around to see if anyone was witnessing this. – “Tell me where your house is?” – asked you again, bending a bit down.

“I don’t remember.” – chuckled he out, rolling over to his back. You cursed at yourself, wondering why you were even feeling so responsible for him. – “Alright come on.” – you walked up to him, grabbing his arm. He almost slapped you as his arm hung slappy beside his body. Clenching your jaw, moved you, your other hand around his waist. Steven felt heavy as he relied on your strength fully. Having one arm of him around your shoulder, pulled you him up. You stood up straight, blowing annoyed some hair out of your face. Pulling him better upright, dragged you him to the only place you knew he would be alright. Your place.

Steven roamed panickily around your apartment. He searched carefully all the places, too ashamed to bump into you. He felt like a nervous wreck. He normally wasn’t like this. So impulsive and daring. He snuck up to a door, hearing the shower. He exhaled deep, knowing you were in there. Less chance he could run into you. – “God, Steven.” – mumbled he out, wiping his hand down his face. Moving anxiously with his body, hesitated he if he should say something like ‘goodbye’ or ‘thank you’. The thought of last night, a hazy memory tormented his mind again. The sight of laying on top of you, his lips inches away from yours. – “Stop it!” – shout-whispered he, slapping himself against his head. 

Too embarrassed to say something to you, went he in search for a note. He stuck the sticky note on a framed painting against your wall, taking his leave afterwards. You got out of the shower, looking curious around. There was at first no sign of him. Still rubbing your wet hair a bit with a towel, caught a certain note your eyes. You leaned forwards reading the note. It simply stated, ‘Thank you’. You flicked the sticky note with your finger, gritting your teeth a bit. Why did it even bother you that he left without a word? Rolling with your eyes, prepared you yourself for work.

“Y/n!” – your colleague waved at you, running up to you. She handed you a cup of coffee, coming to walk beside you. – “I’ve been wondering since last night what happened?” – asked she curious. You took a deep breath, greeting the security guy of the museum. You explained to her he was the same guy from the subway. She gasped loud, pulling you to a stop. – “Subway guy!” – exclaimed she, seeing you nod briefly. She smiled all giddy, acting a little too childish. – “What happened next?” – asked she. Both of you went up the stairs, scanning your badge to enter the restricted area. – “He got drunk.” – stated you. – “Poor fellow.” – muttered she out, holding the door open for you. – “So I’ve been meaning to ask you… did you sleep with him?” – you froze, eyes wide, staring at her. – “What?” – called you out. 

“Well he did ask you too, didn’t he?” – she couldn’t hide her excited smile for gossip. – “No I did not.” – responded you. You quirked your eyebrow up, seeing her smile falter. Scoffing soft, sat you down behind your desk. She came standing before your desk, pressing her hands down. – “Well… then why did you help him out? He did called you a thief, right?” – reminded she so happily. You took a deep breath, spinning your chair around to the window behind you. – “I don’t know…” – responded you. Your colleague narrowed her eyes at you, knowing you weren’t telling the entire truth. The truth was you knew how he felt. You had once been cheated on as well. The humiliation he went through that night was more then enough.

You didn’t want him to embarrass himself even more then you once did. You had overheard their conversation. He ended up in the same hotel as you, his table not far from yours. You knew immediately who he was, yet it didn’t stop you to help him. You felt obliged to help him. If you hadn’t swooped in to save him, he would’ve sure embarrassed himself more or worse. Perhaps do something he might regret later. But what did it matter. You did a good deed for a stranger, that you most likely will never meet again.

Steven entered the museum, stopping in front of the security guard. He checked his name tag, pronouncing it wrong at a simple hello. – “It’s Steven… with a V.” – replied he, not sure why he even kept trying. The security guard waved him away. Steven went straight to the gift shop area where he worked. Oh how much he loved to get an upgrade. He had always been fascinated by Egyptian mythology and now here he was in the gift shop. God what a downsize, but better than nothing. He stood behind the counter, unpacking a box when he heard it. Faint whispers of gossip. – “I’ve heard that Jess broke up with him because he slept with another woman.” – Steven turned his head to see from who the gossip came from. – “Sorry but what?” – called he out, seeing two other shop workers whispering to each other. – “I…I am the one who broke up with her!” – shouted he, angry. 

The two of them shook their heads, giving him a foul glance. Steven gritted his teeth, picking up a box. He carried it through the gift shop to stock souvenirs away. – “Poor Jess.” – heard he behind him. He tried to ignore it, knowing they would never believe him. – “I always knew something was off about him.” – Steven sighed deep, filling the rows full of Osiris figurines. To make things worst stepped a man up to him. – “I can’t believe you.” – said he with a disgusted glare. Steven pulled himself up, glaring right back. – “Jess has always been so good to you…” – he sighed disappointed, tugging his hand in his pocket. – “What do you want Nick!” – spitted he out. 

Nick kept a calm neutral expression. – “Jess deserves someone better than you.” – said he with a laugh. – “Yeah, like you?” – called Steven out. Nick just held his hand up, slowly turning around. Steven threw an Osiris figurine back into the box out of anger. Hearing the clearance of someone’s throat, made him jump out of fright. He widened his eyes at the director of the museum. – “I’m so sorry… I’ll…I didn’t mean to thrown that…I’ll pay for it.” – stuttered he out, rambling over his words.

“Come with me.” – Steven nodded, cleaning his jacket a bit. – “Yeah, sure…” – said he, going after him confused. He nearly tripped over the box, too nervous to think straight. What if he got fired? He didn’t want to think about it. – “Uhm… may…may I ask what this is about?” – asked he cautiously. The director shushed him with one loud tone. He nodded quickly, pulling himself back. Many curious eyes fell on him as Steven felt watched. He grabbed the open side of his jacket, pulling it closer to him. – “You’ve received a praise Mr. Grant.” – stated he. – “I did?” – questioned Steven, hurdling closer to the director. He hummed loud with a nod.

“You can see it as a little.” – the director paused, turning to him. – “Upgrade.” – said he, trying to sound cool. He started walking again, Steven running after him. – “Thank you… Thank you sir.” – preached he, overjoyed. No more gift shop worker. Finally his dream would come true. Yet why the sudden and what was it? Steven wondered who gave him the praise. There was surely no one that cared for him. Well… Jess did. Could Jess have done this? His head was spinning with a thousand questions. The director leaded him to an office near the archives. – “You will be working under a new chief. Chief Y/n Y/l/n.” – said he, standing in front of the office.

“Welcome to the archive department.” – said he with a loud chuckle, opening the door. He staid by the door as Steven wasn’t sure what to do. The director pushed Steven into the office, closing the door behind him. The office was rather small. Just two desks, well three if you counted the table in the center that could be modeled as future desk. A lady sat by her desk on Steven’s right side. – “I’m…I’m…” – stuttered he out, looking over at her. – “You’re the new guy!” – exclaimed she, getting up from her chair with a certain sparkle in her eyes. – “Are… are you perhaps Miss Y/l/n?” – asked he politely. She shook her head, pointing at the desk right in front of him. 

Steven swallowed nervously, looking up to the person who sat with her face hidden behind stacks of papers. You slowly got up, sighing deep as you held a file in your hand. – “Laura Can you-“ – started you, looking up. You got startled, seeing him stand before you. Steven’s eyes shot wide open in shock, pointing at you. – “You!” – called he out, gaping at you. – “This is going to be fun.” – whispered Laura to herself.” – You looked briefly away, wondering how you got in this situation again. – “You are our new help?” – questioned you, looking over at Laura. Laura nodded with a giddy smile. Steven humbly smiled, bowing at you. He didn’t know why he bowed, it just occurred to him.

Rolling with your eyes, crossed you, your arms. – “Look Mr. Grant.” – began you. He looked at you, embarrassed to meet you again. God how much he wanted to disappear from shame. You had seen him in such a drunken state he wanted to punch himself in the face. – “I don’t know how things were handled in… which department did you come from already?” – you weren’t sure anymore. – “The gift shop.” – answered Steven softly. Quirking your eyebrow up, wondered you how he even got here in the first place. – “Right.” – breathed you out. – “Here we expect hard work and care for our museum.” 

Steven nodded. – “Do you know a bit about Egyptian mythology?” – you wanted to know that you hadn’t received a lousy gift shop worker with no knowledge of the museums artifacts. – “I…I…I know very much about it… fascinated by it.” – replied he shyly, taking a step closer to your desk. He felt like overstepping, taking a step back. – “Good! Then you’ll know what to do with this.” – You picked up a file, holding it out. Steven hurried to your desk, catching the file before you dropped it to the ground. – “Any other questions?” – said you, replacing some files on your desk. Steven licked his lips briefly, leaning a bit forwards to you. 

Quirking your eyebrow up, could you just tell he had a burning question on his lips. – “Yes uhm…” – started he, eyeing Laura curiously. Laura pretended not to hear him, turning her gaze down. You waited his question when Steven leaned more in. You did a bit as well, wondering what he was being so secretive about. – “Did…did we kiss?” – Laura snorted loud as you could only stare at him.

“It’s just… I…I can’t…” – recalled he, running his hand nervously through his hair. You smiled, hiding it quickly away. – “I don’t know.” – said you, leaving him in the dark. Steven looked agitated down. If only he could remember. Now he was stuck with the possibility it might have happened or not. How dreadful it was not knowing. You saw the struggle on his face, having to do your very best not to laugh. You knew he hadn’t kissed you but leaving him in the dark was way too funny. – “You can sit over there.” – you pointed at the table behind him. 

Steven looked over his shoulder, pointing hesitant at the table. You nodded sitting back down. He cleared whatever laid on the desk to the side to make some room. He sat down, opening the file you had given him. He staid silent, not being able to grasp that he encountered you again. It would’ve pleased him to know you were just some stranger he might never see again. Now he was filled with embarrassment that you worked at the same place as him… and Jess. God Jess. If Jess saw you, she would freak out or perhaps not even care. 

Jess was a tour guide. Biting his lip hated he that he still cared for her. She spread the word around that he was the one betraying her when it was the other way around. Now she looked like a victim and he the jerk. Steven didn’t look up when you went in and out of the office.

His eyes widened remembering a little bit more from last night. Him crying like a total loser in the presence of you. Steven felt like dying from embarrassment. What a great way to start your new job. His chief had seen him at his lowest… and he had called her a thief. Angry at himself, gave he himself a slap against his forehead. Laura watched him with confusion. Steven snickered at her, turning his head away. Could this day get any worse? He seemed to keep embarrassing himself at any given time. Steven went out to grab some coffee. He froze on the spot, seeing Jess chat casually with Nick. Suddenly it hit him. It was Nick he had seen at the hotel with her. 

She had cheated on him with Nick. A sense of alone and stupidity crawled up his spine. Slowly sliding its long arms over his shoulder, embracing him into the darkness lurking inside of it. Jess spotted Steven, whispering something to Nick. She then left a sweet kiss against his cheek. So much for a break-up period. Jess walked up to Steven. – “Steven!” – said she, greeting him. – “Why are you spreading these rumors about me!” – bit he at her, reminding himself he should be angry at her. Jess fluttered her eyelashes surprised. – “What rumors?” – replied she. – “I broke up with you after you slept with that woman.”

“I didn’t!” – called Steven out, losing his temper for a moment. Jess laughed loud as Steven felt silly. – “It doesn’t matter, Steven. Now if you’ll excuse me.” – Jess took her leave, walking back to Nick, who welcomed her with open arms. Steven felt sick. He hurried himself into the bathroom to calm himself down. His stomach was twisting and turning, tying a knot. He knew for sure Jess was having a good time now. Everyone would believe her, and her suspicion had been confirmed. He was once again the loser. Now Jess knew the truth he chickened out. 

That he never dared to sleep with another woman just to get back at her. She knew that and she would keep reminding him off that. You clenched your jaw, having seen it all. How easy she could downsize Steven. How she had no grace towards him. It was clear some part of her was glad to be rid of him. Angry, headed you back to your office. Laura popped her head up from behind her computer. – “You okay Y/n?” – asked she. You mumbled some curse words out, sitting down aggravated. Steven entered some time later, avoiding eye contact. You exhaled deep, observing him more closely.

It had been almost a week now since Steven worked for you. It wasn’t his dream job, but it was better than stocking shelves. It was lunch break as Steven was out. Laura and you still at the office. – “Alright! I’m going to grab something from the cafeteria, you need anything?” – Laura shook her head. – “I’ll be done in a moment, you go ahead.” – exhaling softly, left you the office. You made your way over to the cafeteria. You were waiting in line as your eyes fell on the window that overlooked the little courtyard area behind the museum. A nice gathering spot to eat lunch outside. 

You frowned, seeing someone that looked like Steven sit on a bench alone. Staring at him, wondered you if it really was him. You put more weight on your foot, standing in a different position. Scoffing with such anger, saw you Jess and Nick approach Steven. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was clear it was killing Steven to sit there. Bringing your hand into a fist, hated you what she was doing. Had she not hurt him enough. Gasping surprised, unclenched you, your hand. Why did you even care? Steven can handle himself, why should you involve yourself in it again? You owed him nothing, for a fact he owed you. Biting your lip furiously, hated you the growing feeling inside of you.

Cursing underneath your breath, left you the waiting line, going outside. Outside heard you fragments of their conversation. – “Look at the state of you.” – laughed Nick out. Jess would just stare at Steven. – “Let’s go.” – said Jess to Nick, touching his elbow. You gritted your teeth, coming in view. – “I have been looking everywhere for you Steven.” – called you out, walking up to him. Steven startled, putting his lunchbox away. – “Oh Miss Y/l/n, I was just about to head inside!” – blurted he out, thinking he had forgotten the time. Jess gasped in shock at you, slowly recognizing you. You looked briefly away, hating yourself for doing this. – “I…I…I missed you.” – said you, trying to sound as convincing as you could. 

Steven turned to look at you in utter confusion and shock. The atmosphere was awkward as silence fell between you all. – “Even… even though it has only been for a short period of time… but I missed you.” – repeated you, cringing a bit at your own talk. Jess quirked her eyebrow up, glaring at Steven. Steven was stunned. – “What?” – said he confused. You could strangle him for not taking the hint. You were once again helping him out of this situation, but you needed a little back-up. Sighing deep, had you to step up. – “Steven… I…I…” – started you. – “How should I say this…” – mumbled you in silence, looking nervously around.

“Steven, I think you are hot.” – stated you. – “What?” – repeated Steven, finding this very odd. Jess glared coldly at you, crossing her arms. You felt warm from the situation you were dragging yourself in. Burning hot from taking the humiliation for him. – “Do other people know?” – said you, looking away. – “That… that I fell for you at first sight!” – Jess clenched her jaw, staring deadly between Steven and you. – “I’m sorry what?” – called Steven out, feeling like his head was spinning. You took a few steps closer to him as Steven leaned away from you. You slowly rose your hand to him. Steven didn’t know what you were going to do, but he didn’t want any part of it. You placed your hand on his shoulder, tapping it. – “Your charming…” – mumbled you out as Steven could only stare dumbfounded at you.

“Let’s go.” – said Nick, tugging on Jess’s elbow. You smiled faintly at her, trying to keep the weird feeling that crawled around you down. Jess narrowed her eyes at you, threatening you in silence. The moment they left moved Steven his shoulder as you lifted your hand up. – “God that was humiliating!” – said you, wiping your hand down on your shirt. You came sitting down beside Steven as he slid further away from you. – “What am I doing?” – sighed you out. Steven stared a bit at you. When you looked back at him, adverted he, his gaze. – “Just ignore her.” – advised you. – “Become a better person and live a happy life.”

“Why… why are you suddenly so nice to me?” – questioned Steven. With shock, brought he his hands up to his cheeks. – “You didn’t really fell for me, did you?” – blurted he out, thinking you actually fell for him. – “I’m sorry, that is impossible.” – muttered he out, staring in front of him. – “Steven!” – said you, forcing him to look at you. – “Enjoy your lunch.” – You got up with a deep sigh. You took your leave, having the need to wash the humiliation off you. What had possessed you to show your face like that in front of them. Now they must think you are some kind of idiot that falls in love with someone at first sight. Which was not. Groaning wanted you to rip that feeling of protection over Steven out of your chest. Why did you fell so obliged to help him out of every situation, revolving his ex. 

Steven hesitantly returned to the office, peering inside. – “She’s not here.” – stated Laura. Steven nodded, entering more calmly. He went to sit by his ‘desk’ taking out a file. He couldn’t help himself but stare briefly over his shoulder to your empty desk. Why did you approach him? Why did you say those things? Had you really fallen for him? No that was impossible. No one ever fell so quickly for him and certainly not after the history he shared with you. To be fair, he thought you hated him. You had been ordering him around, pressuring him to do his job perfect. For if he did the paperwork right, he might have a chance to head into the archives himself. Now only Laura and you were authorized to do so.

You were making your way over to the office when you spotted Jess marching towards you. Just what you needed. Coming to a stop, inhaled you sharply at her arrival. – “So you work here as well, coincidence, I think not?” – said she to you, her arms crossed. You rolled with your eyes. – “Anything else?” – questioned you, not giving her any space to boss you around. You were about to walk past her when she stepped in front of you, blocking your way. – “Are Steven and you a thing?” – asked she, her jaw firm. – “Why? Do you still care for him?” – responded you, crossing your arms as well. Jess laughed loud as if you had just said the silliest thing. – “I just don’t trust you.” – spitted she out, glaring at you. 

You untangled your arms patting her against her cheek. – “And I think you are just jealous.” – you smiled at her when she slapped your hand away. You left her behind, going towards the office. Steven shot his head up at the sight of you. You almost sat down when Jess barged in. – “Jess…” – stuttered Steven out, jumping up from his chair. – “I don’t believe a word she says.” – Steven looked curiously at you when Jess pointed at you. You rolled with your eyes, thinking she was so dramatic. She glared at Steven. – “Diner tonight!” – called she out. Steven pointed confused at himself. – “With… with me?”

Jess looked up to you. – “Bring your girlfriend with you!” – Steven’s eyes widened. – “My what?” – he turned around, staring at you. You were shocked, staring at Jess. – “I don’t believe for a second you are over me.” – she sneered. – “If this is all a sham, you can tell me now if not then I will see you tonight.” – Steven gaped at Jess, sweat breaking out in his neck. – “See you tonight then!” – answered you happily, waving her flirtatious goodbye. Jess slammed the door behind her. Laura exhaled deep. – “That was wild.” – said she. Steven walked up to you, demanding an explanation. – “What did you tell her?” – asked he loudly. – “Nothing!” – answered you honestly. – “Not my fault her jealous ass can’t stay away from you.” 

Steven clenched his jaw, pressing his hands firmer onto your desk. – “Now… now she thinks you are my girlfriend!” – You quirked your eyebrow up at the intensity of his voice. – “It’s just an act Steven!” – called you back, getting up as well. Resting your hands on your desk as well, leaned you closer to him. – “I’ll gladly tell her it’s not true so she can ridicule you more because that is what she is doing Steven. She is mocking you and at the same time is she too jealous to see you move on from her.” – God how aggravating he was. Truly pulling the blood from under your nails. – “You know what just forget about it! You can have dinner with her alone. I don’t have to do this.” – laughed you out, standing up straight.

You walked around your desk as Steven followed your movement with his eyes. His bitter eyes that were glaring at you. – “Don’t come crying to me again when your life is a miserable mess.” – your words felt like a knife in his heart. Steven was shocked for a moment, wondering what he was doing. You left the office shutting the door loudly behind you. Steven groaned against the palms of his hands. – “What kind of a mess am I in…” – said he to himself. Laura pressed her lips together, sensing the tension in the room but decided to ignore it. 

Steven seated himself down weary. What was he going to do about tonight. He sure didn’t want to be seen as some loser again. At the other hand couldn’t he grasp why you were doing this for him. Was it perhaps because of the kiss? Steven thought back about his drunken evening he landed in your apartment. His lips inches away from yours before the memory turns to black. He shuddered at the flustered feeling inside of him. That couldn’t be it right? He wasn’t even sure he’d actually kissed you.

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒: 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 | 18+ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: ice play, fingering!, pussy! Eating, pussy fiend Miguel, overstimulation, semi mean dom miguel, language, pet names

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Ah ah what did I say” Miguel hummed with his hand pressing down onto your stomach. You whined as he dragged the cold ice cube up the side of your thigh and teasingly running it down your puffy folds.

Every time you squirmed Miguel’s ruby red eyes looked up at you, threateningly squinting as a warning. “P- please mig” you whined.

He ignored your pathetic whines and dragged the cold ice down your slick filled folds. Your back arched instinctively as the new temperature made chills run down your spin. You bit your lip as Miguel’s thick fingers dipped into you all the while he pressed the small cube onto your clit.

“A- ah fuc- Miguel!” You whined in surprise. You looked down at him with pleading eyes all the while he gave you a cocky smirk. He scoffed at you, giving you a tsk and pumping his fingers in at a painfully slow pace.

He loved how easy you were to break, it was so damn easy for him to have you a complete mess. Pulling out his fingers, he smiled as he dipped the cube softly into your pussy and ignored your cries.

The mix of his warm hands on your tummy and the freezing ice in you cunt had you shaking. Loud moans spilled out of you as the new sensation caused a brand new type of pleasure.

“Feels good huh doll?” He teased as he blowed warm air onto you pussy. Miguel could cum at the meer sight of you right now, he was losing every inch of sanity.

His eyes studied the way your pussy clenched around nothing, the way the ice cube was covered in your slick as he played with you a bit more.

He couldn’t help himself as he slowly lowered his mouth onto your messy pussy, tongue gliding through your sticky folds as he hummed in relief.

You were scratching at his back as he went in, ice cube between his teeth as he rolled it into his mouth and hummed at your taste.

He tucked the cube into his cheek with haste so he could ravage you like he needed. “Migu- Miguel fu-“ you whined as he wrapped his arms around your plump thighs for a better hold.

He bobbed his head back and forth, tongue flattening on your clit and rolling back up in need. Miguel moaned into you pussy as he felt you throbbing on his tongue.

Miguel was a man cast under your spell as he began to fuck himself onto the cushion, causing him to moan into you even louder as he finally relieved some tension.

You couldn’t stop yourself from shaking as your orgasm washed over you. Your vision went blurry as he continued to eat you out like a starved man.

You heard him mumbling into your pussy as you looked down at him tugging on his hair. Miguel shook his head, his eyes glaring up at you from below your legs as a warning.

Your head flew back onto the pillow in defeat as he continued, you laid there in complete bliss and overstimulation as Miguel sucked on your throbbing clit.

You could hear him slurping your mess up before he finally came back up for air. “I could do that all day” he panted with a wide smile. He looked so handsome with his hair a complete mess and your slick coating his mouth.

“Una más?” Miguel pouted up at you, how could you say no.

[heartthrobin]

press your tulips to mine

steven grant x female!reader

wc: 4.6k

warnings: mutual pining, steven is a shy babygirl, marc playing wingman (but he's kinda terrible at it cause he's also falling in love), no jake (the crowd is booing), no khonshu, steven still works at the museum, post mk s1, no use of y/n

an: rewatched the whole of mk last night and needed to write about my dearest stevie :)) don't forget to repost to support your fav writers

summary: Steven's apartment has become overrun with more bouquets of flowers than any one man could ever find use for, but they would continue to pile up as long as the pretty girl at the flower shop continued to melt him with that syrupy smile each time he walked in.

Steven Grant had never given much thought to flowers.

Sure, he could offer a momentary appreciation for a flicker of yellow growing out the cracks in London sidewalks or maybe if he passed a house with a particularly impressive rose bush he could smile, but beyond that flowers remained mostly inconsequential.

Steven never had girlfriends in high school, or - to be frank - thereafter either.

He’d never had to pick out a bouquet, one that he would need to consider: does this match her eyes? will it match her dress? how does it smell?

In the face of discovering that he was unalone in the occupancy of his five foot nine frame and fighting in the name of an Egyptian moon-god, Steven had less time than ever to consider his frighteningly barren love life or the lack of interest in flowers on account of it.

Isn’t life funny? In the way that we look so far beyond ourselves for answers, when sometimes they’re just around the corner.

Specifically the corner one street over from the museum.

Steven had walked the path to work plenty of times. A designated route. In the days when he still worked at the gift shop, the same route now that he’d been bumped up to tour guide.

Until one otherwise unimportant morning when construction bound his usual way, forcing him a walk further around the block: adding another four minutes to his trip and a view of the quaint shops down Little Russel street.

He hadn’t been down there in months. His last venture had been in search of a pharmacy for sleeping tablets, when Khonshu was still a nightmare and Marc nothing more than a migraine.

Steven noticed first that the pharmacy no longer stood. In fact, the previously white brick face of it’s stand had been painted a lush lemonade-pink. The Petal Parlour.

Almost immediately, in just about the same breath, Steven’s eyes found a woman leaned over a broom and sweeping the edge of the shop step. She was humming, he could just make out a Stevie Wonder tune.

The morning light flickered off your hair as if off the face of a pond out in a beautiful garden. An elderly man passed your work, uttering a greeting, and you'd perked up with a melodic: "good morning Mr B!"

Steven's footfalls stalled down the sidewalk. A man crashed into his back, strewing the contents of his messenger bag around him. "Watch where you're going, asshole!" He'd seethed at him.

By the time Steven had looked up, you'd already retreated back into the shop. He could make out your outline through the stained glass front.

There hadn't been a day since that Steven had taken his normal, considerably shorter, route to work. He got up five minutes earlier each day, brushed his teeth, made a cup of tea and let the memory of you swim behind his eyes. He could hear Marc's sighs every time.

Most mornings you were inside. Steven would deflate when he rounded the block to an empty corner, but he refused to consider it a total loss because - more often than not - he could make out your figure beyond the window fiddling with petunias on a shelf or smiling at a customer.

Some mornings, when he found himself most lucky, you'd be outside the shop. Usually clipping stray leaves off the rows of bouquets that glimmered happily at the people passing down the street. When it rained, Steven was privy to the way your hair clung to your forehead and the smudge of black mascara beneath your eyes. In the sunlight your arms were exposed from under a pink work shirt and a soil-stained apron.

It went like that for nearly a month. Between Steven and Marc's alternating schedules, he learned to appreciate the slim sightings of you he could manage. Marc didn't make it any easier, mind you, with the way he would whine and complain into Steven's ear.

"Jesus, Steven, just go up to her and say hi!"

Once or twice, Marc had managed to gain control of Steven's legs: teetering him drunkenly in your direction.

The fright would rise quickly up in Steven's chest, steering his legs back in the direction he was walking. You'd looked up one of those times, meeting his eye and spilling out a soft laugh that dissolved into a syrupy smile, but he'd rushed off before you could say anything.

Steven's face stayed red that whole day. "See. That wasn't so bad, was it?" Marc jeered.

"That was mortifying." He muttered back.

The bus rocked beneath his feet and his palm was growing sweaty around the pole he was using to steady himself. Frost was creeping up at the edge of the window he was watching out of.

"Okay, so all you're going to do is go in there and ask for ... help with something." Marc clarified again, his voice echoing around Steven's head.

He'd been bugging Steven since he was brushing his teeth before bed the previous night, something about how "I can't handle any more of this, please Steven. Put me out of my misery."

"Help with what?" Steven whispered. A woman looked up at him from her seat. He smiled shyly, turning away from her.

"I don't know ... tell her you're looking to buy some roses. Tell her it's someone's birthday."

Steven nodded slowly to himself. "Okay ... okay."

Marc had worked hard over the last twelve hours at convincing him. The endeavour was initially futile, but after Marc threatened to go in there and ask her out himself with a - frankly insulting - cockney accent, Steven was left with limited options.

He rounded the corner with wobbly legs and The Petal Parlour loomed in the distance. A bunch of sunflowers taunted him with swaying faces.

It drew ever closer and Steven's heart was beating loudly in his throat. The pink brick was crossing his vision now, his footsteps growing heavier, faster, past the floral print on the window--

"Steven don't even think about it--"

Against Steven's will, his legs knotted around each other: collapsing his body in the direction of the white painted door. It crashed open and Marc, more than Steven, caught his body before it hit the tiled floor inside the shop.

"Oh my god, are you alright?"

The shop was cramped now that he'd gotten his first glimpse inside and the three people crowding the space had their eyes on him.

As if appearing from a mirage, you pressed past the people towards him. He nodded frantically, the scalding touch of embarrassment burned his cheeks. "Yeah, yeah ... I'm fine."

Your earrings jingled from where your head was tilted to inspect him. Ringed fingers pressed down over your soil-covered apron. "Okay then, if you're sure."

Your concerned brow dissolved slowly and that syrupy smile he'd seen pointed in other's directions was suddenly overwhelming him with it's warmth. "Well then, can I help you find anything? Are you looking for some arrangement in particular?"

Steven nodded dumbly, he was fidgeting with the edge of his coat. "Yeah ... I'm looking for, uhm..."

"Birthday!" Marc called from somewhere deep in his mind.

"Birthday!" Steven spluttered loudly. There followed a quiet moment of confusion dripping between you and him.

"Jesus, Steven."

Your giggles crumbled into the space before Steven had the ability to conjure more words.

"I-- I'm sorry, I'm being rude ..." Laugher spilt between your words and your cheeks were turning a soft pink, "you want something for a birthday?"

An embarrassed smile had reached up into the corners of Steven's mouth. He liked the tinkle of your laughter, half convinced he could get drunk off the sound. A molecule of pride floated in his chest knowing that he was responsible for it.

"Uh, yes. Sorry, yes." Steven nodded, fidgeting with the bag strap over his shoulder. "Someone's birthday."

"Well, we just gotten some new arrangements in this morning ..." You turned on him, steering across the little shop to a orange, yellow and pink stacked shelf. He followed you tentatively, trying to pretend that he didn't smell perfume where you moved past him. Pretend that it wasn't making his knees buckle.

"They're pretty." He said quietly. You smiled again. You're pretty, he thought.

"Focus!" Marc's sharp voice sliced through his thoughts.

"Who's birthday is it?"

Steven's tongue lodged back into his airways. "Uhm--"

"Oh shit ... uh, say--!"

"My girlfriend's."

"Not girlfriend, you idiot!"

"Oh, alright--" Your hands fidgeted with your necklace, eyes wide.

"My sister." Steven interrupted you again, the argument in his brain between his thoughts and Marc’s voice was rattling his resolve. "I ... not my girlfriend, I don't have ... I don't have a girlfriend."

"You don't have a sister either." Marc quipped.

Steven ignored him. You were watching him with another smile flirting at your lips. "Okay, well, do you know what kind of flowers she likes? Or have an idea of what you want?"

Steven shrugged, head wobbling into a shake. "Uh no ... what kind do you like?"

You seemed taken back by his question. "Oh. Well, I like the tulips. The yellow ones, especially, but they're tough to find around here ... they have tons in Netherlands and Turkey, which not many people know because everyone thinks of them--"

Steven was sure you could see the little birds floating around his head, and how his pupils turned to tiny black hearts: maybe that's why you stopped.

You blushed a velvety red.

"I'm sorry ..." you turned back, hiding your warm face to wave your hand over the shelf of stacked bouquets. "We have some orchids and some irises if you think she might like them?"

"Yes." Steven nodded, hands folding over each other. His eyes were trailing the outline of your profile, savouring the closeness he'd finally been granted. "Those ... they're beautiful. She'll like them."

Your eyes twinkled where you nodded and it made his stomach churn. "Great."

He lingered patiently by the register while you wrapped the flowers with careful hands.

"Say," your gaze flickered up between him and the brown paper. "Do you work around here? I'm sure I've seen you passing in the morning sometimes."

Steven's breath tripped in his throat. She noticed me?

"Yes, now answer her." Marc's voice rung again.

"I-- yeah, I work by the museum actually." His voice stumbled nervously from the back of his throat.

"Oh really? That's so cool!" Your voice lilted with a pitch of interest. "I really like their exhibit on the liberation of India from English colonial regimes. I've only been once or twice though."

Chest buzzing delightfully, Steven nodded. He knew the one you were referencing, it was a couple corridors down from the Egyptian exhibits.

"Well, you should definitely come see the Ancient Egyptian section. The exhibit is huge and we have hundred year old pieces, sarcophaguses and vases and slabs of cave walls with carved hieroglyphics. I work there and it's really the most fascinating--"

"Let her respond, Steven."

But you seemed content to allow him to continue his splurge, your eyes warm and gentle where it caressed over Steven's face. He stopped talking, winding off embarrassed.

"So, uh, yeah."

"You've made a very good case. Maybe I will come visit." You nodded, fingers stroking absently at the edge of the counter. "If you promise me a tour?"

Warm blood rose up from his chest and pooled in his cheeks. "Of course. Anytime."

You handed him the flowers over the stretch of counter. "I never caught your name?"

"Steven." He said quickly, dejection gathering in his throat at the fact that your interaction was nearing a close. "G-Grant. Steven Grant."

You nodded. "Nice name. It's very James Bond."

"Thanks."

"Ask her name!" Marc poked at the back of his brain.

"Uh-- and you are?"

"Oh!" your eyes fell down to your chest where the corner of your stained apron was obscuring the sharpened edge of your name-tag. You shifted it for him to see.

Steven's eyes followed over the letters, he tried your name out on his tongue. It tasted sweeter than he thought a name ever could, rolling off his lips like a song or a bird whistling on a summer evening.

"It's ... it's a beautiful name."

You blushed, eyes moving back to the keyboard for momentary solace before paralysing him with your warm gaze again. "Thank you. I guess I'll see you 'round Stevie."

His mind whirred with how casually the little nickname slipped from you. "Yeah, yeah you will ..."

Leaving the store, Marc called from between the sludge of Steven's muddy mind.

"Good job, Stevie."

-

Steven was consumed by the interaction the whole rest of the day and when then next morning loomed overhead, he could hardly believe his luck when you were pinching together some lilacs out on the front step where he passed.

Half convinced by the nauseating twist in his stomach to just march quietly past, the decision was made for him when you glanced up from the flowers and offered him a friendly wave: “good morning, Stevie!”

His brain dissolved into a warm, gloopy mess. “… Morning.”

-

In the coming weeks, Steven’s apartment had become a botanical garden of epic proportions.

Vases and cups and pots, and whatever he could fit a flower into, lined his kitchen counters and his shelves and his bathroom sink with every possible kind of flower that The Petal Parlour had to offer.

Marc grumbled most days, in search of a coffee mug or apartment keys between what he described the “Amazon jungle in here.”

But Steven paid him little mind. It was a harmless jab and Steven noticed in the reflection of the shop’s stained glass window how Marc watched you too, eyes glazed with a soft affection. He mentioned nothing of it to Marc.

Steven had begun frequenting the shop when he could, on mornings he got up early enough or afternoons when the day’s work brought soil stains across your ruddy, tired cheeks.

He’d bought flowers for every possible celebration to be had in London, seemingly nabbing an invite to each one. Bat mitzvahs, birthdays, weddings, farewells, funerals: he’d bought bouquets for one of each kind.

Each visit would play out similarly. He’d step into the shop, maybe once a week or every other week - with Marc muttering somewhere in his mind, we’re hardly gonna be able afford groceries at this rate - and you’d beam at him from behind the counter or from beneath a brightly coloured shelf.

“What’s up, Stevie?”

The nickname made him shiver every time.

“Let me guess … Christmas in July?” You’d tease.

When he’d find you behind the counter, that was his favourite, because you’d lean lazily over it. It blessed him with the view down the slope of your nose, the smell of your fading perfume, the jingle of your clinking earrings.

“Baby shower.” It comes out almost as a question, curling upward at the end.

You’d giggle softly. “Right. Boy or girl?”

It had been long enough that Steven could just about draw out your work schedule.

Fridays you didn’t work, Sundays and Tuesdays you only clocked in the afternoon. He tracked it with the little greetings he got, or didn’t get, as he passed on the way to or from the museum.

“You know,” Marc was fronting an early morning in August, subjecting Steven to a cup of coffee. He hated the stale taste it left in his mouth. “We’re quickly approaching, if not already long surpassed, the point where you need to actually ask her on a date. You know that right?”

Steven remained quiet in the depths of Marc’s mind.

He stayed like that until Marc had cleaned out the mug and stuck a wet toothbrush into his mouth.

“Can I please just get ready for work now?” Steven muttered after nearly twenty minutes of silence.

Marc huffed, letting his eyes roll back and the toothbrush dangle from his lips.

Steven shook out his shoulders, Marc was always so tense. “Thank you.”

It was only when he’d passed the flower shop that he remembered that it was Friday. A group of school kids were expected at the museum around nine that morning.

He was almost grateful for your absence, it allowed him to wallow in Marc’s words for at least one more day. He should ask you out, god does he want to.

The day passed like most of them do.

The school children were rowdy and mostly impartial to the magnificent feats of Ancient Egyptian architecture, but he took another tour around two o’ clock with three couples and a family who were significantly, thankfully, more engaging.

Steven had just wrapped up the hour, on the tail end of explaining how do we know what hieroglyphics mean? to the man who’d asked, when a flitter of shifting fabric floated past the back of his head.

Emerging like a bottle-green wet dream, Steven's gaze found you drifting under the arch between rooms. Your eyes alight in searching, they caressed momentarily over each framed painting and encased ornate vase.

He'd never seen you in anything more than your tight pink work shirt, which - don't get it mistaken - did enough damage to his psyche on it's own, but he immediately knew he'd never recover from the little green dress that clung to your frame.

A square neckline reached past clinking necklaces, long sleeves brushed along your palm - a job Steven desperately wished was his own - and a ruffled edge that teased an upper expanse of thigh which he'd never before been gifted a view of ... and if you shifted just a little, bent just slightly over--

"Hey, thanks a lot. The tour was great."

The middle aged man's face reappeared into Steven's view: dirtied spectacles pressing down the edge of his sweating red nose.

Steven stuttered, eyes flickering between the man's face and your figure in the distance. "Y-Yeah, of course ... anytime, mate."

Your eyes found him, waving a hand.

Uninterested in letting the American tourists keep him from you any longer, Steven slipped past them towards your nearing frame.

"Stevie, hey." You beamed up at his face, hands playing with the strap of your bag: clearly unsure. "You-- well, it was my day off and I thought maybe I could take you up on that tour, but I just saw the board and it says you'd already finished your last one--"

"Hey, hey," Steven shook his head. "No, I'm ... I'm glad you came. I can take you if you'd still like, I'd love to show you around? It will be like a private tour."

He swore he could dissolve under the shine of the smile you gave him. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Oh—“ you started digging into the bag draped down over your shoulder. “That reminds me …”

Your hand emerged with a single white flower. It’s petals were wide with a barely there yellow dot in the centre.

“I thought it would match the jacket you always wear.” A hand reached out, tugging gently on the corner pocket of his grey trench coat and slipping the flower in so it stuck half out happily. “It’s a white daffodil. Nicked it last night before I closed up.”

Steven’s chest was clenching up with a tightness that felt like his last remaining decisions in this life were to either immediately faint, or kiss you until the oxygen deprivation lead him to faint anyways.

“I—“ His fingers caressed gently at the edge of it’s petal. “Thank you.”

“Give her a compliment, Steven.” Marc’s voice startled him. He was a rare presence when Steven was at work.

The idea prodded at Steven that maybe it was the sound of your voice that had drawn him out.

“You … you look beautiful, by the way.” Steven pressed out, “the dress, it’s — it’s very nice.”

With nervous hands at the edge of the skirt, your looked quickly between the dress and Steven's face. "Ugh, this old thing. Just thought it would be a good idea to get out of my work uniform for a bit."

"I agree ... a great idea." He nodded, "You wanna ... get started?"

"Of course."

Steven lead you over the same route that he walked three times a day, four times on weekends, but somehow still felt itchy between the rooms. He figured it had to do with you gaze pressing curiously over his face, it made his neck hot and he prayed you couldn't see it.

When he spoke, you leaned close into his frame: eyes flickering between his trembling lips and the artefacts he was describing.

"That's so cool ..." you'd whisper to yourself at different points, sometimes a "that's crazy" or a "that's kinda gross", and Steven was drinking in your reactions like a man parched.

The tour closed off at the spot it usually does, with the replica of the Rosetta's Stone near the West Exit. By then, the sun had already sunk behind the backdrop of summer London and Steven's nerves were downright shot.

Your perfume was sending him on a chemical high and he's sure Marc heard every one of his desperate thoughts about the way your fingers tightened around his arm when they'd bump past other visitors moving room to room.

With the dress swaying merrily at your sides, you recounted points of the tour with animated hands flying ahead of you.

"And the way they managed to get those tombs so far underground? Not to even mention the complex tunnelling systems, how much work that would actually take to figure out--"

The tiny birds had returned to flying in circles over Steven's head, Isn't She Lovely was playing absently from somewhere in the depths of his mind.

Your excited hands came to find your sides and you huffed yourself into silence.

Following beside him, Steven lead you two out under the arched gates towards the steps of the museum. The moon twinkled between streetlights, and Steven avoided its gaze. Like he could feel Khonshu’s presence over his shoulder.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He smiled at you, a smile that just about suffocated him.

“Enjoyed it?” You laughed. “It was amazing, I mean, you were amazing.”

He laughed softly too, but didn’t respond.

The silence was beginning to turn stale.

“Now is as good a time as it’s gonna get.” Marc pestered.

“Well I should—“ you pointed obviously over your shoulder, before finding the face of your wrist watch. “My bus will be leaving soon.”

Steven nodded. “Yeah … yeah of course. I had fun, you should come by more often.”

“It was … it was very sweet. Taking me on the tour when you probably had better things to do.” Your hand curled over his forearm again, “You’re very sweet, Steven.”

“And you’re very beautiful.”

The words found the air between them before Steven even knew what he’d said.

Your lips parted slightly in surprise, cheeks brushed with a warm pink: “I— thank you, Stevie.”

Steven nodded, not looking at you and suffocating on his own embarrassment. “I’m gonna— need to go finish up inside.”

An unmistakably wounded look passed over your face. It dissolved as quickly as it had appeared.

“Sure.” It was curt. “I’ll see you round the shop.”

“Steven, if you do not stop her so help me God—“

A flurry of hot and cold feelings were chasing up and down his chest: he watched your figure turn and worked to do the same.

The outline of the museum had barely returned to his frame of vision when the cold hand of his subconscious reached out and dragged him down into it’s icy black depths: now watching the view of his eyes as if from a foggy tape recorder.

Marc stiffened his shoulders, turning to where you were bounding down the steps of the museum, heels clicking on each jump.

He chased down after you, skipping two steps at a time.

“Marc, don’t! You’re gonna scare her!” Steven was shouting now, rattling his already shaky consciousness.

He called your name where you’d just reached the sidewalk. You turned up to meet his face.

In barely fractions of a moment, Marc was able to find some sympathy for dear Steven.

Now that he was faced with you himself, as opposed to the blurry lens he’d been cursed to only peer through before, he wondered how Steven ever conjured up the courage to say more than three words to you.

“Steven?”

The light of the street-lamp was flickering in little circles off your eyes in the dim street and Marc was half convinced to abandon Steven in the darkness.

He didn’t.

Rather, he slipped back down into the shadows where he felt Steven surpass him again.

Your brow bent deeper in confusion, “Are you alright?”

If he had time, Steven might have taken a moment to huff at Marc for not even bothering to turn away when he forced himself back to the front, spared you from the sight of his eyes rolling back in their head. But no, you probably thought he was possessed.

“I, yes, that doesn’t matter—“

He could feel ice cold adrenaline pumping down from his brain. Like he did in the seconds before a fight, when the suit would crawl up over his skin.

“Your eyes,” your hand came close up to his face, hesitant enough to just float in its orbit. “They rolled—“

“Will you go on a date with me?”

You blinked up at him. Once, twice.

The silence was reaching far past the limits that it did in all the romance movies Steven had seen and his palms were growing itchy with the passing seconds.

“When?”

Steven’s head was reeling. He hadn’t thought that far, but why quit while he’s ahead?

“Now. Right now, tonight.”

The surprise was fading from your face, replaced with eyes that were glowing around the corners and a smile that made his heart skip every second beat.

“Don’t you have work?”

“You haven’t answered my question yet.”

“If you promise to still come visit the shop ... I would love to go on a date with you, Stevie. Right now.”

Warmth was flooding back into Steven’s hands. “I’ll set up a tent outside on the sidewalk …” he breathed, “you won’t be able to get rid of me.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Steven nodded. Almost tripping on the step up behind him, “I’m going to tell them that I’m leaving. Just wait right here …“

He’d already moved up two steps, legs buzzing with untamed exhilaration.

“Steven, hold on just one sec—“ when he turned, you’d surpassed the small steps separating you.

He’d barely a chance to turn all the way back around when your index finger hooked between his neck and the collar of his shirt and your lips were on his.

They were warm and soft and Steven had no idea what he was doing.

With his experience being limited to the pool of:

A. The girl he’d pecked in first grade on the swings in the playground.

B. A drunken make-out at a college party for a college he didn’t even attend and,

C. His (mostly Marc’s) ex-wife,

It was nothing short of a miracle when his hand came up to find the side of your neck. When he pulled your waist flush against his.

“Atta’ boy.” He ignored Marc.

You pulled back, Steven was pleased to notice your reddened, wet lips.

“Sorry,” you whispered close against him, voice half-drowned out by the rumbling of taxis in the street and people passing by. “Been itching to do that for a while.”

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morning banter

summary: something about you and marc? he wakes up early, and you most certainly do not.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: language, my shitty spanish (i’m trying okay)

a/n: took a quick break from b+h for a lil marc spector drabble!!! hope you all enjoy

Es tan temprano para esta mierda, Marc. Jake’s annoyed Spanish drawl smacks into the side of Marc's head. The combination of his drowsy, slow mind and that Marc knew next to no spanish caused the said man’s eyebrows to crinkle. “What the fuck did you just say?” He can barely hear his own voice, but he knows Jake can.

Don’t worry about it.

“Jake.”

Marc. Only Jake would pitch up his name in a high voice: it’s a mimic.

“Hey! I don’t sound like that.”

Yeah you do.

“No, I don’t! Back me up, Steven.”

Don’t bring me into this. 

C’mon, Stevie— Jake cuts off abruptly, probably the doing of Steven.

“Jake,” Marc resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Just tell me what you said.”

Go to sleep, puta.

“Okay, I know that one,” Marc hisses, toiling you in closer to him. “Rude.”

You deserved it.

“You wanna know what you deserve?”

Oh, yeah, Jake taunts. What’s that?

“A fucking pun–”

His voice goes legato as soon as he senses you moving, causing him to fall silent. You curl tighter into a ball, spiraling the covers more into your fists and tucking them again beneath your chin. Jake, by some miracle, also goes quiet, as if somehow his words could expel themselves out of Marc’s mouth and to your ears. 

But, the soft exhales are the only noise you left out, and if you heard them, you didn’t show it. Marc’s shoulders roll back from where they were hunched, surely Steven’s gentle gesture to the position he hadn’t even realized he’d been in. 

Would it kill the two of you to just be nice to each other? The Brit muses. 

Absolutely. Jake’s response is automatic.

“One hundred percent true.” Marc chimes in.

HAH! Steven ejects the exclamation in triumph. Now I got the two of you agreeing.

“Sure, whatever.”

Only time we agree is when you finesse us into it, hermano.

Marc slides his arm out from where it was wrapped around your waist to give the two a thumbs up in agreement with Jake, reluctantly.

Or, he tried to.

“Noooooo…” You groan groggily, tightening your hold. 

Marc freezes. “Baby?”

“Mmmmm?” 

“I- I didn’t know you were aware.”

“Well,” you snuggle closer into his chest, his warm embrace. “You ‘n Steven ‘n Jake aren’t exactly quiet when you argue.”

He sighs, guilt pooling in his stomach. “Listen, ‘m sorry. You know how we can be.”

“Yeah, I do. And I love you all,” you reach back, squeezing his bicep reassuringly. “But I also love my beauty sleep.”

“You don’t need to sleep to be beautiful.” He ducks his head to place a featherlight kiss to your neck, savoring the sigh you let out in return.

“You’re sweet, but we both know that’s not true.”

“Do we?”

“Mhm,” you turn, nudging Marc’s arms off of you as you face him. “‘M a menace without it.”

“That’s true,” he chuckles when you slap his arm, letting out an effortlessly beautiful smile. “But it’s nothing a cup of nice, warm coffee can’t solve.”

You giggle softly. “That’s true.”

“C’mon, sleepyhead,” He moves to slide you both out from under the covers. “Let’s get going.”

“Nope.” You let him go, rolling to burrito yourself in the covers again. 

“Nope?” He inquires, rounding the bed to stand over you.

“Nope.”

His shadow covers your shut eyelids and you know he’s bent over your face. “I’ll make you coffee to apologize for waking you up, baby, I promise.” You scrunch your nose. “Tempting, but no.”

“Not even because I’m asking you?”

“Not even if you were on your knees and begging.”

“Oh?” The sentence your half asleep brain had kindled clearly took him by surprise. 

You huff, flipping over in the bed dramatically. “Go away, I’m tired.”

“What’s so great about this bed that I can’t give you, huh?”

“Well,” You take a deep breath, and some small, rational part of your brain tells you that maybe the spew of words about to come out of your mouth is what he wanted to happen all along. “The bed is warm. It’s cozy. The covers are just the right heaviness and just the right thickness to provide optimal warmth and the right amount of pressure to keep me sleeping like a bear in hibernation. ‘Nd my pillow is the right firmness, but has my desired amount of sink to put me out as soon as you turn off the light and wrap your arms around me. Even though that only happens sometimes.”

Marc huffs in frustration. “Hey!”

“Yeah, Marc, my bed is always here on time. It never goes anywhere, and the only life it’s saving is your sorry ass right now.”

“Uncalled for.” He runs a hand through his hair. 

“Thought you liked a bit of banter.”

“I like a kick or two,” He leans over and pulls your shoulders to level on the bed and your eyes to meet his own. “But not at eight in the fucking morning.”

“Neither do I,” You reach up, pulling his face in for a kiss.

He gives in almost immediately, setting a knee on either side of your legs and scooping his arms underneath your body to pull you up.

“Nuh uh,” you pull away and unwrap his arms, flopping back onto the bed. “Sleepy. Time to sleep.”

“You can't leave me hanging like that!”

You yawn, pulling the covers up to your chin again. “I can and I did.”

For a second, a naive, small second, you think he’s going to leave you be. Your brain relaxes, you feel yourself on the precipice of sleep, the hypnotic, rich swirl of unconsciousness sucking you deeper into its whirlpool. But then you feel the covers lift, and Marc’s— frighteningly cold— fingers are dancing along your sides to a tune you illustrate with laughs. You slap his hands away, reaching out towards the lure of sleep that now sneaks away to taint another victim.

“You ready to get out of bed now, sweets?”

You groan, turning to face him in defeat. “You fucker.”

He throws his arms mockingly. “What’d I do?”

“You manipulated me! I hate you.”

“I did no such thing. What are these accusations?”

“You knew I would get worked up,” you sit up in the bed now, and Marc shrinks ever so slightly under the weight of your deadly stare. “You knew that would wake me up.”

“Hey, let’s calm down–”

“You knew that if you pushed the right buttons, you would get what you wanted.”

Marc’s face is ghastly, and he looks two steps away from summoning his suit and flying away.

“I warned you earlier about this, Marc, were you listening?”

He nods frantically. “Of course–”

“I’m a menace when I get woken up early.” You launch off the bed, and you might as well be Moon Knight yourself with your accuracy.

The takeaway from this event? For Marc, it’s to never try waking you up before you’ve recharged fully, or to have some coffee made ahead of when he was to attempt it. For you, though?

It’s that Marc shrieks like a little girl. 

translations (HELP I FORGOT):

es tan temprano para esta mierda - it’s too early for this shit

puta - bitch

i felt very fancy using these