𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒!

QUEEN - News Of The World Tour

ULTIMATE WARNING!!!

Dom!Steven Grant fics has been banned from 19 countries so far🤯🤯 be warned.

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The S in Steven stands for Submissive

rest in fucking pieces levi

BONUS:

Raquel, everything is better because you’re with me.

poor Sevika's been embarrassed ever since, yet still stuck around😔✊

I want to punt him across a football field.

He checks off a lot of things I like about a character, 1. An implied puppet, 2. Sleazy salesman who’s really fucking dumb. 3. Pipis.

Did you actually love her? Well, look at her. Because I want you to remember that face every single day you’re in prison. Thinking that if you’d only stayed away from her, she’d still have a life, a mother, a daughter. But now she’s got nothing.

A Harmless Sleepover (Steven Grant Request)

Pairing: Steven Grant (Moon Knight) x Reader

Rating: Explicit Smut - Gender neutral pronouns through, but AFAB reader for smut purposes - A little bit of somno/dub-con so reader discretion advised there!

Word Count: 2.9k

Author's Note: Brightening up January with a little bit of Steven Grant smut for you all :)

A Harmless Sleepover (Steven Grant Smut)

The noise was overwhelming as the rain thrummed against the windows of Steven's little flat, almost single-handedly keeping you both awake as the credits rolled on the movie you'd brought over for your date tonight. It was still very early days in your relationship with Steven, the sweet handsome museum guide that had spent a flustered hour touring you through halls before finally building up the nerve to ask for your number, but you had a very good feeling. After a dinner date and a surprisingly sunny walk in your local park, you'd suggested a third date at his place, offering to cook as a chance to get a closer look at his home and inner workings. Steven very eagerly agreed, spending all day tidying his little flat and stocking up his fridge, just so overwhelmed at the opportunity to have someone as special as you in his life and his space.

In your past relationships a third date had often meant taking your relationship physical, something you certainly weren't opposed to with Steven, but given it had taken two dates for him to build up the nerve to kiss you, you thought that might be expecting a lot from him tonight. You were very content to just sit shoulder to shoulder with him, watching him let out a giddy giggle every time you placed his hand in yours, and look at you like you were responsible for every ounce of joy in the world. But that didn't mean you weren't looking forward to the night you finally got your hands on him.

A crack of thunder and lightning behind you snapped you out of your train of thought and had you both sitting up straight, glancing out the droplet covered window in dread. You let out a yawn as leant closer to the pane of glass, taking a deep breath to steel yourself to the idea of heading out in the cold and the rain, the cosy comfort of Steven's flat much more appealing.

"You can stay here tonight if you want?" Steven squeaked out meekly, looking shocked with his own boldness, quickly trying to clarify his noble intentions, "Just because it's so miserable out there, and I'd hate for you to catch a cold love. And I wouldn't try anything! I can even sleep on the sofa?" Chivalry was alive and well as you placed a hand gently on either side of Steven's face and brought your lips to softly meet his, before he talked himself into even more of a panic.

"I'd love to sleepover, but you don't have to give up your bed for me, we can share. That way you can keep me warm." You leaned a little closer to him as you spoke, chest pressing gently against his and sending warmth rushing to his cheeks as he broke into his widest grin.

"You can borrow anything you want as well!" His mind raced with the idea of you in his clothes, wanting nothing more than for you to look like a real partner to him, and start getting comfortable in his flat, and in his life. As he rushed off to the bathroom to brush his teeth, almost tripping over in his excitement for bedtime, you took the opportunity to dig through his drawers, pulling out one of his t-shirts to sleep in and slipping off your jeans so only your little shorts remained, hidden by the low hem of his shirt. You wandered barefoot around his bedroom, taking in the piles of books and little trinkets he'd collected to make the space his own, feeling full of affection for your boyfriend as he stepped out of the bathroom and letting his jaw drop at the sight of you.

"You look - wow! That suits you a lot more than it does me!" You made sure to plant a few sweet kisses on his adoring face as you slipped into the bathroom yourself, getting ready for a comfortable night sleep, confident Steven wasn't interested in taking things any further tonight and happy to just spend the night in his strong, warm arms. As you stepped back into his room you noticed him looking a little pensive, wringing his hands together through the oversized sleeves of his sweater.

"Are you sure this is okay Steven?" You ask softly, worried he's reconsidering his generous offer.

"Yes! No! Of course! I really want you here," He shook his head to try and start his brain up again, struggling to form a coherent sentence every time his big brown eyes met your sweet, loving gaze. "It's just I need to warn you - I've been known to sleepwalk. It's not every night, but it happens sometimes, and I wanted to warn you so you're not too surprised, but then I was worried you would think i'm too weird." He frowned and let his eyes drop to the floor, so worried about scaring you off that he couldn't see how deeply smitten you are with him.

"You are the perfect amount of weird, gorgeous, and I'm not going anywhere. Is there anything I need to do if you start walking around at night?"

"I think you're perfect too." He grinned, "And no, it's actually better if you don't do anything. It can apparently be really dangerous to wake someone up if they're sleepwalking so best to just let me wander about I'll get to back to sleeping normally soon enough."

"No problem, I promise I won't wake you up, love." Sliding under the cover you pulled a corner back for him, inviting him beneath the blankets with you and pulling him close as he turned the lights off behind him. "Thanks for keeping me out of the rain."

"Are you kidding, love? Thank YOU for staying. I hope it never stops raining!" Steven choked out excitedly, squeezing you tight and giving you one final sweet kiss before he released his grip on your waist and wiggled to the other side of the bed to give you space.

You could feel your heart fluttering in your chest as you tried to fall asleep, the excitement of this new closeness with Steven painting a smile across your cheeks as you resisted the urge to turn around to see how cute he looked when he fell asleep. It felt like an hour had passed when you heard him turn back towards you, taking a peek to confirm his eyes were peacefully shut, his soft breathing and parted lips a heartwarming sight in such an easily worried man. You turned away again and let your own eyes flutter shut, head swimming with thoughts of Steven as you heard him inch closer towards you, until his chest met your back, an arm snaking over your waist so his hand could rest on your stomach. You felt yourself tense then melt under his touch, his broad hand spreading warmth across your abdomen even through the fabric of his borrowed shirt. His fingers began to move in soft shapes, tracing invisible patterns from your ribs to your hips, the gentle caresses soothing you to sleep as his other arm slipped under your neck to fully envelope you.

His fingertips came to rest where the hem of shirt had ridden up your hips, and in one smooth motion his hand dipped underneath, returning to its gentle dance across your stomach but now pressed against your tingling skin. You gasped a little at the warmth of his touch and delicate sensation against you, very carefully turning your head just enough to check he was still asleep. You could see the peaceful slumber in all his features and remembered his warning that you weren't to wake him up when he started to sleepwalk, even if his actions weren't exactly what you expected. You tried to hold your breath steady as his fingers climbed over your skin, rising and pulling the shirt up with them until you could feel the cool night air hit your exposed chest. His exploring fingers brushed over your nipple, drawing soft circles that had you stifling a sigh as he teased the sensitive skin over and over again. His other hand quickly lifted any remaining fabric out the way so it could pay equal attention to the other side of your chest, grazing his thumb over you until both nipples had stiffened as his touch, a pit growing in your stomach over what to do. You didn't want to risk harming him by waking him up, scared of what unknown damage that could do, but you weren't sure you should just let him feel you up as he slept, your own hands clenching as his teasing touch sent shivers down your spine.

"Steven?" You whispered sharply, needing to know if this was just his way of making a move, having never heard of anyone sleepwalking quite like this. There was absolutely no change in his expression, his lips parting in a content sigh as he began to knead and squeeze at your chest, his fingertips flicking over your nipples every few seconds to keep your sensitivity on edge. You took a sigh of relief as his arm on your waist started to lower away from your chest, not sure how much of this sweet torture you could take, until the hand trailed down to your inner thigh, slipping between your legs and starting to massage the tender flesh there. Heat pooled unwillingly in your belly as you thought about trying to push him off, sure he would be mortified if he knew what he was doing, but terrified of hurting him in some way if that woke him up.

As the hand between your thighs drifted higher it found the edge of your little shorts, making your whole body flinch in anticipation. One finger hooked inside the dampening fabric and slid them down just enough to leave you completely exposed. Before he could go any further you tried to inch your hips away from him, not sure if you wanted him to stop, or to give you everything he had. The moment you moved a muscle Steven's body tensed, hand against your chest squeezing more firmly, one knee slotting between your thighs to lean his weight on your bottom leg stopping you from shifting further away as he groped at your thighs again.

You bit down on your lip as he traced a line up over your slit, one finger coated in your excitement as it brushed your clit painfully lightly. Each of his fingers followed the same teasing path, barely providing any friction and only making you agonisingly more sensitive. Finally his thumb came to rest over your clit, rubbing tight circles ever so gently, the wetness from your folds helping it glide so softly over your sensitive button. You could feel a moan stirring inside you as your stomach tensed, his fingers grazing your nipples in time to his thumbs expert strokes, clenching your eyes shut and trying not to think about the way he had your body completely trapped under his weight. It felt like hours passed of these soft circles stirring up the pleasure inside you without giving you any hope of relief. Your clit throbbed at his every touch, desperate for release after so long on the edge, your orgasm held just slightly out of your reach. One finger slowly dipped inside you, your walls clenching in need around it, the limited contact sending a wave of fresh pleasure and sensation through your core without bringing you any closer to the easing the uncontrollable pressure building inside you. You could feel his grip on you tighten every time your body squirmed against his, your thighs trembling and hips bucking of their own volition, chasing the high you so painfully needed.

"Steven, please." You let out a quiet plea, unable to contain yourself any longer, the overwhelming sensation almost unbearable, your body writhing against his as desperate whimpers escaped your needy lips. Even fast asleep he seemed to hear your prayer, sliding two more fingers easily into your drenched entrance and stretching you as both hands started to move harder and faster. One thumb strummed your nipple as the other rubbed firm stroked over your clit, his fingers thrusting in and out of you as fast as you could take them, the sounds of your wet folds and whimpers filling the room as the coil inside you snapped and had you shaking in his arms, the force of cumming after such a tantalising weight making it so hard to stay quiet. It felt like every cell in your body was electrified, his movements not slowing down as you rode out the waves of pleasure, feeling overwhelmed by the way he touched you, the feel of his warm breath on the back of your neck, the steady sound of his gentle sleeping sighs. Those soft breaths made you conflicted about cumming as hard as you ever had on his still working hands, not sure if you ever actually wanted to stop him, or if you even could with the way his strong arms clung to you like he was never going to let you go. You could feel your pleasure building again through the way he caressed your now even more sensitive places, overstimulation leaving you panting out his name and fighting against his all-consuming grip. As you were brought the edge of another climax, no longer in control of your own pleasure and forced to take whatever a sleeping Steven wanted to give you, his touch suddenly stopped, fingers pulling away as you let out a desperate whine, so close to another long awaited release and your whole body tingling for his touch. With his arms back by his side, you noticed his eyes slowly blink open, surprised to see you still awake too.

"You still awake love? Is everything okay?" He cooed the words so sweetly you almost couldn't believe the same man had driven you to the edge of insanity and ecstasy just moments before, aching body taking control before you could reconsider. Tugging the half removed shirt over your head and kicking off your shorts, you move to strandled a very wide eyed Steven's hips, grinding your soaking entrance over the obvious erection he was barely aware of before now.

"I need you Steven. Please! Can I feel you inside me?" You paused your movements as you awaited response, hoping somehow in his sleep he'd managed to get just as frustrated as you had, watching his mouth fall open as he nodded furiously, half convinced he was still in one of his favourite dreams. You lifted your hips to tug down his sweatpants, his impressive length springing free and only making the ache in your gut more unbearable. You leant forward to run your tongue over him a few times, watching his eye roll back into his head at the soft, warm sensation of your lips, panting out,

"You feel so incredible. Oh my god. Are you sure you want to do this?" Interlaced with needy moans of your name as you nodded your head and lined him up with your dripping entrance.

"I want you so much, need you." Was all you could choke out in your daze as you slid him inside of you, the pressure already building inside you again as you felt so perfectly full. "You feel so good Steven. Make me feel so full." Every sweet, dirty word from your lips is almost more than Steven can take, no idea what he's done to deserve this but very happy to get swept along in your excitement. He could feel how soaked you were around him, pussy clenching as you rode him, running your hands down your body as the temperature inside you climbs and climbs.

"You're so perfect love, so gorgeous, too good for me. Feel bloody amazing." He moans out as his hands replace yours, instinctively toying with your nipples before one drifts down to frantically rub against your clit, Steven knowing he can't take more than a couple of minutes of something that feels this incredible. He can feel the way your hips buck in response, losing their rhythm as finally your orgasm washes over you again, vibrating through your centre and making you gush around Steven as your whole body reacts. You can feel him spill inside you, unable to hold back for even a second longer to try and pull out, overwhelmed by the incredible feeling of cumming deep between your walls as they spasm around him, his mind completely shutting down in pure ecstasy. You practically collapse on his chest as you finally come down from your high, slowly easing your hips off his before your excitement or frustration can start to build again, and hearing him whimper as you slide off of him.

In the morning Steven will tell you he thought last night was amazing, and that he's glad he didn't disrupt you with his sleepwalking. You'll tell him you're going to be sleeping over more often, and that his sleepwalking doesn't bother you one bit.

Dragon Attack comes on:

DRIVE THE WEDGE. TORCH THE BRIDGE. — 3.09 ‘Fall’ x 6.12 'Waterworks’