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CUTEE

Closing Time

Fandom: Moon Knight (MCU) Pairing: Steven Grant/F!Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 714 words Summary: It’s not the first time that he’s loitered in the corner of the pub, knocking back cups of coffee while the other patrons get plastered around him. Warnings: The vaguest of spoilers for ep 1 of Moon Knight, “The Goldfish Problem.” But it’s probably pretty safe to read out of context. A/N: I actually had no intention of writing for Moon Knight, so it hasn’t been on my taglist before now. I’ve now added a general category of “Moon Knight alters” which you can sign up to be tagged on.

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It’s not the first time you’ve seen him—not by a long shot.

It’s not the first time that he’s loitered in the corner of the pub, knocking back cups of coffee while the other patrons get plastered around him. It’s not the first time that he’s still been in his booth, hunched over and staring at nothing until closing time.

But this time it takes several repetitions of his name and a knock against the hardwood table before he jolts out of his stupor. “Steven. Hey.”

He looks up sharply, eyes wide and panicked until he gets the sight of you. “Shit, is it time already?”

“Fraid so.” You give him a kind smile. “I gave you until I was about done tidying up, if that means anything.”

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the gentleness! the intimacy!! 🥺🥺🥺

— soft dark nothing.

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader

genre: hurt/comfort, smut

word count: 3.6k

summary: Steven's been suffering from nightmares for a while now, you should've known better than to startle him awake.

warnings: reader accidentally getting wounded and bleeding but it's a very small wound nothing drastic, steven suffering from nightmares, i imagine this happening prior to the show so steven doesn't really know about marc yet, slow sensual love making with a lot of emotions, cumming inside, reader rides steven,

also "la tadhhab" means "do not go" in arabic (this might be wrong i used google translate)

a/n: okay while writing this i wasn't sure if steven tied himself with a chain or a rope so i went with chain then i learned it's like a wire or something but i just rolled with it, enjoy! <33

You hear the rattle of chains first. A sharp inhale, a stuttered breath.

The sheets that keep you warm slides down your body, leaving you cold and uncomfortable. Your eyes gently flutter open, a tear dropping from your eyes as you yawn. The room is completely engulfed in darkness, only the lights of the cars passing by shining upon the white ceiling. You can feel the warmth of Steven’s body near you, his bare foot dragging against your cold skin as he shifts under the thick sheets. He’s muttering something you can’t quite hear, lips moving frantically while his hands ball into fists. He mutters something you assume in french but it sounds too foreign to your heart.

Now wide awake, and cold, you stare at the ceiling not really knowing what to do. You count the car lights that reflect on the ceiling, taking in deep breaths as you do. Steven’s mumbling becomes louder, after many nights of being with him it reaches your ears in the form of a soothing melody. While your relationship was fresh and new, you would wake him up when he got too loud, or when you were positive that he was seeing the most wretched nightmares humanly possible. But the end result was never good, he would panic way too much, his sense of his whereabouts completely lost in the darkness of his mind. After a while you just stopped shaking him awake, besides he always seemed to calm down after a while.

A gust of cold wind blows and your gaze shifts to the open windows, the dark curtains dancing along with gentle caresses of the subtle breeze. A sigh leaves your lips, if Steven was going to be hugging the sheets all night it was best to close the windows. Or else he might find a popsicle rather than a girlfriend by morning.

Another groan leaves your lips and you forcefully pull yourself away from the comfort of your pillows. As your toes touch the wooden floors a shiver climbs up your spine, another gust of wind blows. While you mentally prepare in order to actually get out of bed, you hear Steven groaning, he throws his arm to the side, fingers grazing against your hips. The feeling of his blunt nails scraping against the thin layer of your pajama bottoms makes you shudder.

“La tadhhab,”

You have no idea what he’s saying but there’s a soft tone to it, affectionate is the only word you can describe it as. A smile spreads across your lips and you finally manage to stand up. Goosebumps coats your skin as you hurriedly make your way towards the windows, quickly closing them, you rush back to Steven’s side.

The bed dips under your weight as you snuggle close to Steven. His mumbling has quieted down completely, only the movements of his eyelids twitching visible in his body. Happy to see him more relaxed, you press your face against the crook of his neck, the scent of his skin reaches your nostrils in the form of cinnamon and vanilla. You can almost hear the faint thudding of his quickly beating heart. Your hand caresses his covered torso, trailing all the way up to the bare part of his upper chest. You can’t help the fact that your own heart begins to beat faster, or the way your breath hitches as you feel the warmth of his skin under your fingertips–

“Don’t you dare touch me!”

Steven suddenly jolts up, his fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist as he twists it. A jolt of pain shots throughout your body and you squeal, the pressure of his nails breaks the skin, the faintest amount of blood beginning to trickle down your wrist. You try to pull away but his hold is too strong, finally your eyes meet his– He looks absolutely delirious, pupils blown wide while his chest trembles. Despite the taste of fear on your tongue, you manage to take in deep breaths, calming yourself before you speak.

“Steven,” you say softly but audible enough to make his eyebrow raise. “Steven, it's me. We’re in your apartment, in London. You’re okay, just take in deep breaths.”

The transition is slow but you can see it as clear as day. He slowly lowers his dark eyebrows, the faint glimmer in his eyes returning as they continually scan your face. Steven’s grip on your wrist loosens, his fingers wet and warm due to the blood, the amount too much for such a small wound. His other hand raises to your cheek, gently cupping the side of your face as he lets out a stuttered breath. Your eyes follow the way he licks his lips, scrunching up his nose he tastes the morning breath. His chest raises and as it does you can hear the tick tocks of a clock that isn’t there. The two of you let out a deep breath at the same time. Feeling the crevice of his fingers you lean into his touch, pressing the frame of your face further into his palm.

“What–” Steven’s voice breaks. “What just happened?”

“Another nightmare,”

The realization in his eyes grows, his lips forming the smallest of “oh”’s. He drags his fingers to your neck, your pulse beating rapidly under the tips of them. His eyes travel down your figure, lingering on the wrist he’s still holding. You swallow. Panic fills his kind eyes, his lips part with a strained breath as his thumb draws small circles against the skin. Red traces follow and form dark shapes against it. Suddenly he lets go and your hand drops to the sheets, he flinches away, chest collapsing in on itself as he scutters away from you as much as he can.

“Bullocks,” he sharply whispers into the night. “I-I’m sorry– I’m so so sorry– Just wait there a second I’ll be right back with a washcloth or tissue or something– J-Just wait right there–”

Before you can stop him, Steven rushes out of bed, the sound of metal clashing against each other echoes in the tiny apartment and a loud thud follows, then a pain filled groan.

“Steven,” you call out to him, crawling towards his side of the bed. “God, are you alright? Are you hurt?”

Another groan follows as you look down, you can barely see him in the dark. Steven’s sprawled against the floor, hands covering his face while he takes in deep breaths. You reach out, fingertips grazing his forearm, the small hairs that cover his skin tickles you. It pains you when he flinches away and you swiftly retract your arm. Another huffed breath ripples out of his throat.

“It’s nothing serious, don't worry about it,” you attempt to console him, knowing that it does little to do so. “Just a little cut. I promise that I’m alright,”

“You’re bleeding. Because of me.” his voice is muffled under his palms. “It doesn’t matter to me if it’s serious or not,”

“Hey, come back to bed Steven. Please.”

Silence follows your request but your gaze upon him never wavers, only worry filling your chest. Finally Steven sighs and drags his palms away from his face. He looks at you momentarily before climbing back to bed, he sits right at the edge, eyes locked to the floor. He resembles a child that’s just been reprimanded which is the exact opposite of what you want him to be feeling. You crawl next to him, your shoulders momentarily brushing against one another. This time Steven doesn’t flinch away. Instead he leans in closer, pressing more of his flesh against yours. Suddenly you remember how cold you are.

“I feel like I’m falling apart,” Steven finally speaks. His gaze is locked to the floor but you know his mind is much farther away, eyes clouded with an emotion you’re unfamiliar with. “Day and night, it’s always a struggle. I don’t even remember the last time I’ve rested. Now, I’ve even managed to hurt you,”

Your heart breaks into a million pieces at his words, at the tone of his voice, gently placing a hand on his cheek, you force his gaze upon you.

“You didn’t hurt me,”

“You’re bleeding.”

“It was my fault. I knew you were seeing a nightmare but touched you anyway, I shouldn’t have,”

“This shouldn’t be an issue you have to face.”

You part your lips to reply but close them immediately, knowing that at this point whatever you said to him would go in one ear and not the other. Instead you continue to watch him. Observing him as he buries himself further down into his own thoughts. You wish you could do more. Fight of the beasts of his inner darkness alongside him but you can’t. Steven, despite being a goofball most of the time, kept that part locked up deep inside him. He never told you about his nightmares. Or what it was that scared him so much. Sometimes as he slept, between whispers you would try to piece together what was happening in his mind but it was all in vain.

Without so much as muttering a word, Steven touches the inside of your wrist. Fingertips grazing against the crescent shaped marks that his nails left. Surely the next day it would scar, but you pay no mind to it, you love him too much to care about trivial things such as this.

But on the other hand, Steven loves you too much to not to care about it.

He raises your wrist to his mouth and pauses when his lips barely touch the wound. The blood is pretty much all dried out, a thin layer of a scab already starting to form. You hold your breath as Steven closes the little distance and places a soft kiss against the abused skin. His lips are warm, soft, full of love, reminding you of milk tea with a bit of added honey. Your heart flutters in your chest and as if he can hear it, he looks up to you, the darkness of his eyes observing your very soul. His lips begin to pepper your skin with kisses, a sharp inhale filling your lungs as the sin of his mouth travels up your arm. A shudder runs up your spine, adding to the tremble of your already cold body.

Steven inches closer to you, his lips lingering at the patch of skin right above your shoulder. You feel the wetness of his tongue, the tip of the muscle trailing up your neck and teeth nipping the corner of your chin. Unbeknownst to you, you had closed your eyes. You only feel Steven– his lips, his tongue, the heat of his body. Much to your dismay, he parts away from you, taking the warmth he brought to your skin along with him. Your eyes open, lips quivering down at the loss of contact. Steven stares at you, his breath ghosting your face as he waits for your given permission. You nod, but at the same time voice your desires in a barely audible whisper.

“Touch me,”

As soon as you utter the words the world around you shifts into slow motion. Steven lays you on the bed, his lips never leaving your skin as he strips you of your clothes. You wish to do the same to him but he’s already bare except for his black boxer shorts. You can feel the hunger, the desperation he has lingering deep within him. He grazes his teeth along your skin, leaving a trail of fading bite marks as he reaches your breasts. You gasp as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. Your back arches, pushing more of your flesh between his sinful lips. He’s eager. Tongue drawing circles around the sensitive nub as his teeth gently scrape against it. His hand snakes up your body, fingers spread out against your skin as if he was afraid to leave any part of you untouched. Steven cups your other breast, squeezing it, his fingers play with the sensitive nub. You mewl at the touch, the feel of his skin torching your body as if you were laying on top of the desert's sand. A groan ripples out of Steven’s throat, flicking his tongue against your abused nip. You moan out his name, your nails scraping the back of his head and pulling at his dark hair.

He grinds his hips, dragging his clothed erection against the wetness of your lingerie. An unsolicited moan escapes you, his cock twitching as a response.

Steven drags his tongue down your body, dipping into every curve that you’re offering him. You know what he’s planning to do. And even though you would never say no to Steven eating you out like a man starving, tonight you just want it to be about him and nothing else.

Humming, you tug on his hair and Steven promptly looks up. His gaze is a mixture between worry, self-doubt and ideniable lust. You smile at him, hoping the expression is enough to dismiss his worries.

“I want to be the one taking care of you,” you say and he decorates your stomach with open mouthed kisses. “Lay back down,”

He looks back at you with his brows furrowed, he looks almost offended– No, ashamed. Steven thinks that he’s let you down, disappointed you in some way but that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Please?”

The way you flutter your lashes at him convinces him to do as he’s told. With a sigh falling from his lips, he turns, the chain rattling as he moves. Eagerly, you climb on top of him, steading yourself by placing your hands on his chest, his heart beating rapidly under your fingertips. Steven’s breath stutters and a smile spreads across your face. Leaning down, you slowly roll your hips as you close the distance between the two of you. Your heartbeats intertwine, forming a rhythm that you can listen to forever. Steven grabs your hips, squeezing your flesh as you continue to grind against him.

“Steven…” you moan.

“That’s it love,” he groans, lips brushing against yours. “Use me for your own pleasure, yeah?”

The neediness in his voice is enough to make you go feral. You kiss him, long and rough. Teeth clashing against one another, as you take in deep breaths of his scent. It’s intoxicating, mind numbing. Your hands slide to his face, feeling his cheekbones as you push your tongue between his already parted lips. Steven groans into your mouth, his tongue quickly surrendering as you explore his mouth. You take this opportunity to press your tongue against his, he tastes indescribable and you just want more and more. The tick outline of his cock rubs between your clothed cunt, leaving your thighs shaking and burning.

You bite his bottom lip as you pull away, his eyelids flutter, a hiss leaving his swollen lips. After you let go, you lean in once more and flick your tongue against the abused flesh, a groan trembles deep within him. Not wanting to wait anymore, you straighten up and slide your underwear to the side. Swiftly lowering Steven’s boxer’s, a shiver overtakes your body when you lock your eyes with him. His eyes are as dark as the night. Your fingers curl at the base of his cock as you align yourself with the tip. Before you lower yourself you give him a questioning look. His hands claw the sheets, his jaw strained as he answers your gaze.

“Is this okay?” you inquire.

He breathes out.

“Yes, god, yes–”

The feeling of it never changes.

Steven’s cock stretches you to the point you’re feeling a mixture between pleasure and pain, no matter how wet you are that is something that never changes. You carefully sink onto his cock, you have no other choice other than to go slow. Despite your hunger for one another, you cherish the journey of feeling every inch and curve of his length. He feels impeccable. Without even noticing, you close your eyes, head thrown back as you completely lose yourself in the bliss. The sensation of the cold is completely forgotten as every end of your nerve burns with your lust for him. You can feel Steven’s nails digging into your skin, trying very hard to control himself. His eyes are also shut closed, nostrils flaring with every inch he buries into you.

“Does it feel good?” you purr, wincing when his hips slightly thrust up.

Steven only nods, eyes still closed and mouth agape. He’s feeling just as much as you, losing himself in the feeling, all of his worries now pushed to the very back of his mind.

When you’re completely seated, you let out a forced breath. You can feel the constant throbbing of his cock, patiently waiting for you to finally move. The way his cock sits inside is enough to get your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. You want to tell him how good he makes you feel, tell him how much of a fool in love you are for him– But only rapid moans of his name parts from your lips.

What you can’t tell with words, you attempt to convey with action.

You set a slow pace for yourself, gently riding his cock as you let go of yourself. Grinding your hips, you lean forward, your face only an inch away from his while you ride him. Steven stares at you between hooded eyes, lips swollen and parted as your breaths mingle within the air between the two of you. Tears prick the corner of your eyes and you smile, with the roll of your hips you press your damp forehead against his.

“Steven,” you rasped. “I love you so fucking much–”

After all this time Steven is still shocked to hear those three little words. You’ve said it a million times before, and you’ll probably say it a million times after. In all reality it hurts to see him so surprised by your affections, your confessions but this wasn’t the time to voice your concerns. Instead you let him close the distance, the kiss is messy, slow– His lips sloppily sliding against yours as he slides his tongue, tasting everything you have to offer. Spit dribbles down the corner of your mouth, wet trails reaching your chin and disappearing. Groaning into his mouth, your hips move faster, desperately as your thighs quiver everytime you lift yourself up. Steven’s hand trails down from your hips to your ass, he breaks the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. Your breath hitches.

“Just, just wait,” he rasps. You halt your movements, licking your lips as you gaze into his eyes. “Let me…let me just– For a second,”

You have no idea what he’s going on about but you act as if you understand. Steven’s mouth moves against the underside of your jaw, whispering sweet nothing and praises into your skin as his hips suddenly snaps up into yours. You scream out. The erratic flutter of your heart ringing in your ears as Steven begins to pound into you like a mad man. It burns, tears rolling down your cheeks as you press your face into his chest. His one hand slides up your nape, squeezing it as the fingers of his other hand painfully digs into the flesh of your backside. He soothes you, yet the way he slams his cock hard and deep makes you think he wants to kill you. The sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing off of the walls is accompanied by your loud, wanton moans. You feel his lips against the top of your head and your cunt flutters around his cock, every gush of slick dripping down from his length and staining the white sheets. You cry out. He feels so good, too good and with every thrust he knocks the air out of your lungs, leaving you gasping for air.

“I love you too,” he mutters, his hips stuttering. “Come for me– Please,”

His words are enough to send you over the edge.

Your orgasm hits you like a truck– Violent and hard. A string of moans and heartfelt confessions falling from your parted lips, your body quivering as Steven continues to rock his hips into your oversensitive pussy. His movements now even more desperate and fast, he has you completely sobbing against his chest, begging him to cum inside, begging him to fill you up. He’s eager to please, muttering affirmatives as a response to everything you ask for–

His hips stutter and you feel it, the warmth steadily filling you up as he groans with his arms wrapped around your frame. You bite back a whimper, cunt throbbing and twitching while he squeezes around you. Flattening your tongue against his chest, you leave wet, sloppy kisses all over his burning skin.

Cum spills out around the sides of his length as he pulls out, the sudden emptiness leaving you cold and needy for Steven’s affection. Your head never leaves his chest as he sneaks around your chin and lifts your gaze up. His fingers shake as he tugs you close and plants a soft kiss on your wet lips. When he pulls back he doesn’t let go, longingly staring into your eyes as a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Thank you,” he mumbles. “Truly– I-I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Masking your love-struck smile, you nuzzle his chest.

“I don’t know what I would do without you either.”

the way i cuddled with my blanket on my bed before i started to read this cause i KNEW it was gonna have cozy vibes.

“I’m a bit tired but good, thank you for asking.” he rummages through his bag and pulls out a letter. “Here you go,” 

aww he's tired i wanna hug him and protect.

. “I don’t mind…coming all this way to see you,” 

SO CUTE???

“Well first of all,” he began, shifting in his seat. “That man sounds like an absolute knob and you deserve so much better, love.” 

this fic is highly unrealistic cause the reader would immediately die after hearing steven say love. /jkjk

“In fact, I want to take you out for breakfast,” 

😩😩😩💗💗 see? this entire fic gives cozy vibes. if only our mailman was steven...

— let me follow. | mailcarrier server collab

pairing: postman!steven grant x gn!reader

genre: fluff, romance

word count: 896

a/n: deciding that dating your postman would probably be unwise, you go out with a guy your friends set you up with. After a couple of shitty dates, Steven brings you a letter. You open it only to see that the guy had written you a long break up letter and telling all the things you did wrong on the dates. Furious by this, you invite Steven inside.

steven grant playlist | mailcarrier may masterlist

You always notice him. The fumbling, clumsy postman that comes by every morning. He’s sweet, always greeting you with a heartfelt smile as he delivers you your amazon packages and letters, which usually consist of bills and such, nothing really important. In all honesty, you are infatuated by him. He’s handsome, supporting a pair of chocolate brown eyes and black hair with a couple of gray strands mixed in. After a week of him delivering your mail, you finally gather the courage to ask him his name; Steven Grant. You love the way it rolls off of your tongue. 

But, sadly, you don’t have enough courage to actually ask him out. Every morning your heart flutters when you see him but you do nothing about it. Dismissing it as being nothing else but a harmless crush. Besides, wouldn’t it be awkward to date your postman? 

In the end, you start to date someone your friends had set you up with. You’ve only been on two dates with him and those two dates felt enough, the person they had set you up with wasn’t much of a conversationalist, didn’t make you laugh or did anything for you basically. The dates were beyond boring. So, when you didn’t hear from him for a week, you were beyond happy. 

You stare out the window with a cup of coffee in hand, the sun slowly rising as you take long sips. After the unsuccessful dates you had, asking Steven out didn’t seem such a bad idea anymore. The corner of your lips curls upward when you see him, Steven walking down the street with his trusty bag full of packages and mail while he greets your neighbors. You quickly make your way towards the door when you see that he’s heading directly to your house. 

Your heart thuds loudly in your chest when you open the door with a smile. 

“Good morning miss,” he greets you by tipping his hat. “How are you?” 

“I’m quite well Steven, what about you?”

“I’m a bit tired but good, thank you for asking.” he rummages through his bag and pulls out a letter. “Here you go,” 

“Great another spam letter,” you groan, rolling your eyes. “I feel bad whenever you come all this way to give me something I can just see online,” 

“I-It’s alright,” Steven stutters, averting his eyes. You raise an eyebrow. “I don’t mind…coming all this way to see you,” 

You can’t help but feel flustered at his words, your heart now beating madly in your throat. Did he…did Steven actually like you back? Were things finally turning out for the better? You shot him an awkward smile and take the letter, you flip it over to see which company it’s from only to see that…it was from the guy you were dating– 

“What the?” 

“Is everything alright?” 

Your eyes dart back to Steven, “Y-Yeah, It’ just…I wasn’t expecting this,” 

You tear the letter wide open and for some reason you don’t tell Steven that he can leave, he waits patiently as your eyes scan the words that were written on top of a bright, white piece of paper– Anger bubbles inside of your chest, nostrils flaring with anger as you reached the end of the letter. After a week of no call or text, the douchebag is breaking you up over a goddamn letter? You hiss with frustration, crumpling up the ball, you throw it inside. For a moment you forget that Steven is there, staring at you with not shock but worry. 

“I…” your mouth suddenly feels very dry. “I’m sorry you had to see that,” 

“If you don’t mind me asking, what did it say?” 

You shake your head as a soft chuckle escapes your lips. You try to disguise your annoyance but fail miserably.

“You don’t wanna know, it’s something really stupid,” 

“Try me,” 

His smile is intoxicating, the simple gesture is enough to make you move out of the way and invite him inside. Before you know it, Steven’s sitting on your light blue couch and you’re sitting right across from him, venting about your love life. Surprisingly enough, he just…listened. When you were finally done you nervously bit the inside of your cheek, embarrassed by your sudden break down. 

“Well first of all,” he began, shifting in his seat. “That man sounds like an absolute knob and you deserve so much better, love.” 

“You really think so?” 

“Absolutely,” 

He suddenly stands up, towering over you, he extends his arm.

“In fact, I want to take you out for breakfast,” 

“I- What?” 

You’re stunned, looking up at him with wide eyes. He’s dead serious. 

“I want to take you to breakfast– If…If you want to of course,” 

“Don’t you have mail to deliver?” 

“Don’t mind that, I was thinking of quitting anyway.” 

“Is that so?” 

Your shock shifts into a cheeky grin, slowly you take his hand and both of you head towards the door. Your heart flutters in your chest, butterflies tickling the inside of your stomach–

“Wait–” 

You stop dead in your tracks, noticing that you are still in your pajamas. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I should probably change first,” 

Steven looks at you confused, but soon realizes what you mean and quickly heads towards the door. 

“I’ll–I’ll wait for you outside then,” 

Steven’s so cute when he’s embarrassed. 

“I’ll see you in a bit.”