#... steven steven please st

[jils-things]

part of the reason why i rb'd that gif post is that

i got pokemon masters ex .

[st4rymoon]

can I please request where Steven has a fixation on fuckin the reader dumb and when she makes faces or noises he mimics them back at her and is kinda condescending but the reader is into it?

Like reader is really smart and steven likes having the power to make her dumb.

This is so good omfg.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 • Steven Grant x Fem Reader

- 18+, smut, unprotected sex!, soft dom Steven, meanish Steven, dumbification, language, pet names, finger sucking, p in v, creampie!, teasing, reader is described as smart, messy sex!

Steven loved having such a dork as a girlfriend. He was over the moon when he finally found someone that was hyper fixated on something like he was with Egyptian History.

You could go on and on about your interests in science and Steven would sit and listen with a cheeky smile.

But what he loved most was knowing you’ve never failed an exam or a quiz, top of your classes since you can remember. The last thing anyone could call you is dumb.

Everyone around you joked that the day you answer anything in a dim-witted way is the day pigs will fly.

That’s why the first time you and Steven got intimate together, it was like a whole new world being opened up for the both of you.

You were always so sharp and composed that the second Steven had you scratching at his arms with your eyes rolled back, drool pooling out of your mouth as you mumbled on incoherent sentences made him cum right there.

It felt like you could finally release all that stress and energy whenever Steven was fucking you dumb, you didn’t care about anything other than Steven.

Steven on the other hand couldn’t stop thinking about the way you seemed to go dumb. How utterly wrecked and brainless you looked as you bounced on his cock, coating him in your slick as the lewd sounds of your pussy filled his ears.

And the sounds you made. Oh god the sounds you made, steven could hear it now. He’d close his eyes and imagine it right there steven, don’t stop pleaseee, ah- oh mhm, as you dumbly cried with mascara smeared all over your face.

Today was a stressful day for both of you so it was no surprise that you were in his arms as soon as you walked into the living room.

Steven’s soft lips were peppering warm sloppy kisses all over your face, lips, and shoulders. You could tell he was needier than usual, his grip tight around your hips as you spread your legs around his waist.

His hands were already up your skirt as you tossed your blouse behind the couch. Both of you seeming to be ripping off each others clothes in haste. “You know what Khonshu said today?” Steven cooed.

You hummed in question as you dragged your nails up Steven’s back “that old bird joked he’d never seen someone so smart mouthed like you. Always right, always so bratty” Steven huffed.

“Steven please” you whined, his calloused hands now tugging your panties down your legs “please Steven please, that’s all you bloody say when we get this far” he mocked.

You signed as he pressed reassuring kisses down your jaw, his hands swatting your legs wide for him to settle in. “Look at me sweetheart, in the eyes, yeah just like that” he whispered.

“Why do you already look so empty-headed darling?” He hummed with a cheeky smile. Your eyes dumbly rolled back as Steven sunk into you, your warm walls instantly squeezing around his thick size.

You let out a pathetic mewl “st- stevennn”

He smiled at the praise, the stupid look on your face making him groan as he pushed two fingers into your mouth. He watched with his mouth ajar as your tongue swirled around his digits. Your teeth softly biting down as he thrusted his hips forward.

You moaned into his fingers as he watched hypnotized, he felt his hips moving on their own all the while his eyes locked onto your face. He felt so proud of himself knowing he was the only one to get you so messy.

Ragged moans slipping past his lips as he felt you throbbing around him. You never understood why Steven was the only one to get you this way, he was nothing like you expected.

He was so quiet and shy when you first met him and now you’ve come to learn that he’s the one man capable of being so loving and caring yet fucking you like a pro. He seemed to know exactly what you needed, when you needed it.

“St- o- Pleas- ah” you hummed, saliva and sweat making your hair stick to your face as he pounded you into the couch. You clawed at his chest as your legs began to shake, you could feel him so deep it was getting harder to ignore the starting of tears form.

The amount of pleasure you were feeling as getting to you and Steven could feel it, you were gushing slick, your wetness sticking to his thighs as he angled his hips.

A shaky gasp escaped you as your orgasm turned your vision blurry, your cunt fluttering around him as he muttered to himself. The only thing you heard was his voice cooing at you in a mocking tone.

You didn’t even try to get angry when you heard him mocking your moans with a chuckle “I’ve got you this dumb? Aren’t I a lucky guy”

All you could do was nod and glare up at him with glossy eyes.

The look on your face was enough to make Steven cum, saliva all over and tears staining your cheeks. He let out a loud moan, hands pinning your hips down to make sure he fills you up nice and full.

Neither of you seeming to care for the couch that was now messy with cum as Steven softly thrusted.

“Made for me love”

[ramp-it-up]

Peach, Part IV

Peach III | Peach V

Summary: Steven Grant Rogers is Bucky Barnes' best friend and business parter in crime. He has decided to get out of the life with Bucky because it's the right thing to do. And now he is in love. With you. He wants to move forward with you and now he's got you on his turf.

Pairing: Art Dealer/Philanthopist (Mob Boss) Steve Rogers x Reader (Peach)

A/N: I love these two with my whole heart. This is turning into the slowest of burns, sorry not sorry. This fic is connected to the Bucky Barnes Knock You Down AU, and DIRECTLY AFTER the events in the Bucky Barnes fic Worth the Fall and the Steve Rogers fic Peach III. We're at the second week of December, there is still so much in my head to say. Your interaction keeps me writing, so let me know if you like it by commenting and reblogging.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT. Read at your own risk. Angst. Slow burn, Mutual pining, idiots in love, drinking, body parts tingling, wild wild thoughts of breeding, taking each other down in various ways, and cock riding. Not Beta'd. All errors my own.

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On one of your many walks along the beach, you teased your cousin about being the future Mrs. Bucky Barnes, and she tried to get you to talk about Steve, explaining some of the backstory to what happened in Atlanta.

But you were intransigent. 

“Look. I know how stubborn you are. And how tough you are, because you’ve had to be. But I also know how big your heart is and how worthy you are of love. You are passing up on the chance to find your one true love.”

You scoffed.

“Love? Everyone can’t be all starry eyed and head over heels like you and Bunny boy.”

She laughed and shook her head at your nickname for Bucky, who you’d grown to like a lot over the weekend. 

“And Steven, disguised at Grant, just wanted to get in my panties, which he achieved.”

You looked toward the waves as you thought about how Grant got you to see fireworks that night in your apartment, and the things Steve said that he wanted to do to you the other night.

“I have no doubt that Steve Rogers wants to fuck you girl. Look at you. You are fine as fuck.”

You laughed at your cousin dressing you down and gassing you up at the same time. 

“But let’s be clear. You wanted to fuck him too. You still do. I see the way you look at him.”

“Hey! I didn’t lie–”

“Ah-ah!”

She silenced you with a finger.

“I know he lied about who he was, but were you completely honest with him? Totally?”

You side eyed your cousin as you imagined strangling her. But you weren’t eleven years old anymore.

And she wasn’t wrong.

“Yes, Steve lied, but he wants to make amends. He has feelings for you.”

You gave your cousin a side eye.

“Did he tell you that? And you trust him?”

“With my life.”

She put her arm around you and pulled you close as you walked. 

“Listen, I know you are guarding your heart, but I know Steve. He’s got this exterior that seems one way, but he will surprise you. He’s a really, really good guy.”

You sighed, still not there yet.

“I’m good on that, cousin.”

“Okay. I’ll tell him that you have a heart of stone and that he should move on. It’s not like there aren’t bitches lined up to suck his dick every day in the city…”

A jolt of jealousy zipped through you, but you pushed it down. You just took a deep breath and gave her an overly bright smile. 

“I don’t care who slobs on his lil’ knob.”

She rolled her eyes at you.

“Riiggght, cousin. Anyway. You are still taking the endowment money right?”

You raised your eyebrow at her and nodded.

“Nothing is going to get in the way of this dream, cousin.”

She grinned back at you, almost as bright as the sun.

“That’s my girl! We gon’ have a time in New York City…”

—

Sunday morning before you drove back to Atlanta, you went to the kitchen just as Steve came back in from a run on the beach. The rest of the family was going to Church and then he, Bucky and your cousin were going to fly back to New York on the private jet. 

“Hey.”

He chucked his chin up at you like you were one of his bros.

The audacity. 

“Hello.”

You kept it cute as he moved around you to grab a glass to get some water from the tap. The scent of sweat, ocean air, and him wrapped around you and you inhaled deeply, closing your eyes to savor it. It was like you were lost. 

You opened your eyes to find him watching you as he downed the glass in one gulp, a drop of water escaping and rolling down his chin to his neck and disappearing into the already wet collar of his tight t-shirt.

You cleared your throat as he maintained eye contact with you and wiped his lips with his thumb, and some unseen force made you watch those thick fingers that felt you up not a month before, your nipples tight and panties wet.

Damn, this man and his effect on you.

You stared as his eyes swept down your body as if he knew what you looked like naked. He had seen you dance, and felt you up over and under your clothes, but that wasn’t what the look of possession was about. 

This man wanted you.

—-

Steve almost ran back outside when he saw you in the kitchen as he came in. He’s taken a run to calm the erection he had when he woke up because of you, and now, here you were, dressed almost exactly the same as when he had the opportunity to kiss you and make you cum in his arms exactly 29 days earlier.

Yes, he was keeping count.

Steve was practically speechless, yet he managed to get out a crude, ‘Hey’ and a head motion as a greeting. What was that?

He wanted close to you, to feel your skin against his lips again, to check and see if you were wet, which you were judging from your slightly open lips and blown pupils. He didn’t go near you as he got a drink however, because no matter how much he was into knife and gun play, he wasn’t going there. 

Steve wanted in your heart, not just your pants.

When you closed your eyes and visibly inhaled (probably to calm your anger, he imagined), he used the opportunity to watch your chest rise and watch the sunlight play on your skin. Those beautiful eyes caused his heart to clench when you opened them and he couldn’t tear his away as he drank his water. 

Which he needed at the moment. Desperately.

Unconsciously, he wiped his lips with his thumb, remembering the texture of you as he did so. You cleared your throat, snapping him out of it.

“Peach…”

He stopped, waiting for your retort. You just stood there, expectant and although he was shocked as shit, he continued.

“I want to apologize for lying to you and for allowing things to get…physical while you believed a lie.”

You watched him for what seemed like a long time, but was really only seconds.

“I accept your apology, Steve, and I believe in forgiveness, if only for myself being able to move on, but I’m not ready to forget or fully trust you.” Steve nodded.

“I get it. I’m really sorry.”

You shrugged.

“I know you were trying to help Bucky get clean for my cousin, and I love her big, so, I can’t stay mad. And it’s clear that you are ride or die for those you love.”

And then you cocked your head at him in that adorable way and his heart crumbled into the sparkly bits of honey in your eyes. 

“I feel like you love my cousin. Like family. So I guess that makes us family too.”

When you gave him a small smile, he smiled back dreamily. He was a teenage boy in your presence.

“I guess you’re right.”

Steve thought of family and a vision of you as a mother had him in a chokehold. You had him raging hard and wanting to bend you over the kitchen island and breed you until his seed dripped down your legs. Instead, he moved behind it to hide his condition. 

“We will have to be in contact because of the endowment, which I am taking because of my students and the fact that it’s been my dream since I was 12 years old. It was then that I started being told that I was all wrong. My ass was too big. My breasts were too bouncy. I didn’t have a ‘desirable dance body.’” 

Steve’s eyes openly scanned you. He looked angry, then scoffed. 

“That's ridiculous.” 

“Of course it is.” 

“Don't change a thing. That would be criminal.” 

You paused and then gave him a slightly larger smile then.

“Believe me, I'm not planning to change myself. I’m planning on changing the world.” 

Steve stared at you, astounded at your fierce courage. No one else could compare.

“I’m serious. I know that sounds grandiose, but I want to leave my mark. I started a dance company so that any body with talent can get on a stage and have a career, regardless of their shape and size. That’s why I’m accepting the endowment. We can be business partners if it means those dreams can come true.”

You were a force. Damn, that only made Steve love you more.

“Brava, Peach.”

You stared back into those baby blues and coughed, trying to clear your throat from the lump that had formed there. Your goals and dreams always made you get intense.

“Need some water?”

Steve was already reaching for another glass. His eyes went wide as you reached for his and finished off what was left in it. He almost came at the thought of your lips where his had been. Holy mother of god.

“That hit the spot, thanks.”

You licked your lips and he nearly fainted, and as you turned toward the stairs, giving him a view of your backside, and looked back at him, he almost ethered to the sky.

“See you next week, Mr. Rogers. Have a safe flight.”

—-

Steve felt frantic the entire seven days leading up to the day he’d see you again. He and Sam and Nat and Bucky had lots of work to do, but he felt like a bumbling idiot, because his perfectionism was getting in the way. 

Bucky saw the barriers Steve’s mind was putting in his way and spent extra time helping him. That’s why Bucky was his brother, Steve’s only family since his mother died when he was a kid.

They worked day and night, it seemed, to be ready for the summit.

Steve managed to take a few minutes to himself each night, sketching before he slept. The images of you that came from the lead of his pencil soothing his spirit and filling his dreams. They also caused him to wake up with a stiff reminder of your feel and smell in his nostrils.

Steve Rogers couldn’t wait to see his Peach again.

—--

You kept checking the emailed itinerary on the phone as you tried to relax in business class. All of the endowment recipients were arriving in New York around the same time period in the afternoon, and you were being picked up and chauffeured to your hotel, then three hours later, to a reception at a club in the Rebirth Building. 

Then, you would be left to your own devices for dinner and to turn in or turn up. Turning up with your cousin was the only option.

You decided to try and catch some zzzz’s on the plane so you wouldn’t be too tired later. You also wanted to calm your nerves. This was a big deal for your dance school, you told yourself. You weren’t nervous about seeing Steve Rogers again on his turf. 

Not at all. 

—---

The driver that picked you up from the airport, complete with your name on a placard, Nico, was super nice.  You were surprised that your cousin was in the car. You two squealed and talked and laughed on the way, and you were in such a good mood that you didn’t pay much attention when she addressed him by his first name very familiarly. He must be a very friendly guy.

Your check-in at the 1 Hotel Brooklyn was a breeze. The concierge let you know that you checked in at the right time; you happened to be upgraded to a one bedroom suite with a view of the New York skyline and the Statue of Liberty. The king sized bed looked like a dream, so you took a nap before you got ready for the evening. You wanted to be at your best amongst the other five Endowment awardees.

—-

You walked into the bar, Bea, and you were struck at how gorgeous it was, and how masculine.

There was rich mahogany wood everywhere, and the bartop material was a dark black honed marble. There were luxurious upholstered leather chairs and booths throughout and floor to ceiling wine coolers. 

You were looking around in awe as a young woman came up and handed you a name tag.

“You must be Ms. YLN. Welcome.”

You greeted her as your cousin smirked at you. She grabbed two flutes of champagne from a passing wait staff.

“How…”

You gaped at her.

“All staff have been briefed on all of you. Nothing but the best this week.”

“Oh. Okay…” She giggled as you continued your inspection of the place. Steve and ‘nem had more money than you thought. A lot more. A thought crossed your mind.

“Wait. Do you work for them?”

You narrowed your eyes at your cousin as she rolled hers.

“Well, tangentially. Bucky funded our Howard Benson exhibit at the Center and so I’ve worked with Rebirth on some Harlem Renaissance initiatives around Brooklyn and the other boroughs. I’ve also een helping Bucky and the crew prepare for this week.”

“Ah. Okay.”

You took a sip of your drink and continued your perusal.

It was your cousin’s turn now.

“Listen, bitch.You’ve got to chill. No one is out to get you, especially me.”

Your cousin looked halfway angry. But she was still adorable.

“You’re so fucking cute. Love looks good on you.”

You smiled at her serenely and she shook her head at you, knowing you too well. 

“Don’t give me your shit, Peach. I was there in Hilton Head. You will act like you have some sense.”

“I’m civilized, cousin. Steve and I had a talk before I left. I’m chilling.”

“You better.”

She pointed to the gathering crowd in the room.

“Now go network.”

—--

Your laugh. It gave Steve goosebumps.

He hadn’t heard your full laugh much in Atlanta, just some low, sexy chuckles, because you two hadn’t talked much. And you certainly weren’t happy when he showed up at your family’s house. But you seemed much more relaxed this evening and Steve decided that it was his favorite thing in the world.

He spotted you as soon as you walked in with your cousin and she was beautiful as always. 

But you.

When you finally noticed him, you seemed surprised, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, but not angry at all. He gained hope, and stood up straight, wondering if he looked good to you because you were certainly a vision to his eyes. 

The outfit you were wearing was classy, yet could not hide that body from the eyes that studied it every chance he got. Which was every time he saw you.

As you mingled, and he shmoozed, he consistently had to force his eyes away from your tempting curves, your gorgeous face, the sound of your voice. And that fucking laugh. It wrapped itself around his heart and squeezed, seeped into his soul and spread warmth. 

Not to mention the effect you had on his cock. 

You were a fucking vision in black wide-legged leather pants and a plain white tee that hugged your mouthwatering tits, accessorized with red pointy heels a red clutch and an off white wool trench coat. The edgy outfit was very appropriate for the art world and although you were all covered up, your body wasn’t hidden from him, only accentuated. To top it off, your normally coily hair was straightened and loosely curled, calling for his fingers to slide through the thick strands. 

It’s your eyes that got to him, though, those fucking beautiful eyes that he longed to see hazy with the pleasure he was giving you. He maintained eye contact with you as he thought his lurid thoughts, and raised his drink in a salute. You smiled at him and raised your drink in response and his heart soared.

Although he wanted to be near you immediately, he decided to give you some space. He didn’t want to force anything. Well, maybe he wanted to force his thick cock into your tiny cunt. 

He licked his lips, then shook his head and scowled at Bucky as he noticed Steve staring at you. But he didn’t stop.

Careful now, Steve told himself. Take it slow. 

—--

You mingled and met some of your fellow recipients. They were a diverse group of people from all over the country, but most seemed type cool. There was one who latched on to you, Sharon Carter. She was a photographer from Memphis and was very chatty. She was glued to your side as you made the rounds and you weren’t too mad. She just didn’t shut up.

“How do you like your room? A double with a view of the base of the Brooklyn Bridge. And after a three hour coach flight. Fancy.”

You sipped your drink and Sharon’s sarcasm. Your mind started whirling.

“Get a load of those beautiful people right there. Those are our benefactors.”

You looked to where she was indicating and were surprised to see Steve standing with Bucky, another tall handsome man with a low cut fade, and a petite fit redhead woman. They all looked to belong on a movie poster.

But Steve.

He was leaned against the bar, arms crossed over his broad chest, perfectly tailored dark green sport coat and black wool sweater, hugging his broad shoulders and trim waist like nobody’s business. His dark slacks were hanging on for dear life to those massive thighs, and his thick dark blond hair was tousled, like he’d been running his hands through it all day. You liked his hair cut short in the back with the length on top. There was still something to grab on to.

Damn him. It should be illegal for a man to look that fucking good, especially at this hour, with you already having had two glasses of champagne.…

You caught eye contact with Steve and your world spun for a second as you connected across the room. His eyes… God, his eyes. 

Those steely blues were blazing with a heat that you could feel in your pussy, somehow containing a hunger that threatened to consume you. He stood up straight, and if you didn’ know any better, you would have thought that he flexed a little as he stared at you. Your pussy thought so, but your brain thought he wouldn’t try to hurt you like that. 

He did, however, raise his glass to you and you couldn’t help but respond in kind.

You turned your attention to Bucky as he started to speak, and grabbed a bottle of water from a waiter, thinking you needed a clear head when you had to actually talk to Steve and not just acknowledge him from across the room.

"Good evening, everyone, and welcome to the Rebirth Art Foundation’s annual celebration of creativity and innovation in the arts. This is a gathering to honor six extraordinary artists whose talent, vision, and hard work have earned them a place among the most promising creators of our time….”

You watched your cousin who was totally enraptured by what Bucky was saying. You got a warm feeling as you saw what true love looked like. You smirked as you saw her make her way over to him as Nat stepped up to speak. You were so happy for your fam. 

“Now Bucky Barnes is a snack. Wonder if he’s taken?”

You side eyed the hussy and then pointed at your cousin, who hadn’t made it to Bucky yet.

“I think that’s his wife or something right there.”

Sharon took a sip of her drink and wrinkled her nose.

“Ha! Nice joke. But I don’t think they go together, meaning they don’t match. Get it?”

You stared daggers at her. This bitch. Then you glanced at your cousin and her man again.

“You might want to tell him that, because he looks like he’s about to take her tonsils out with his tongue.”

Sharon’s mouth dropped open to see them making out in a corner. You couldn’t help but laugh as she shrugged, then brightened when Steve gained the mic. 

“Never mind him. Steve Rogers is the entire meal. I have it on good authority that his dick is big.”

You looked from her to Steve, a sinking feeling in your stomach. Were you going to catch a case in New York City over a man that was not your man?

Or was he your man?

“Good evening, and welcome. It’s an honor to have you all here as we celebrate six incredible artists who are pushing the boundaries of what’s possible in the art world and are poised to change the entire world.”

Steve looked straight at you then, and you held his gaze for that fraction of a second as he raised his eyebrow as electricity zapped between you before his eyes continued around the room. 

Sharon was forgotten momentarily and you bit your lip. Whew. You had to refrain from fanning yourself as he continued.

“At Rebirth, we believe that art is more than just a medium—it’s a force that connects us, challenges us, and shapes our future. This week, I encourage you to not only take in everything around you but also to share your unique perspectives. Creation, art, and collaboration are the soul of this foundation, and I’m excited to see what bonds form this week. Congratulations once again, and let’s make something amazing together!”

“Come on, now is the time to meet them. Maybe I can make something amazing with Steve Rogers tonight.”

You let yourself be dragged over to where the four were standing as Sam was finishing his welcome and you introduced yourself to each as you tried to listen to Sharon simping.

Each person smiled warmly at you, and Bucky pulled you in for a hug, which made Sharon side eye you both, but only for a moment as her attention turned to Steve.

“Mr. Rogers, I’m Sharon Carter. You know my Aunt Peggy.”

Steve blanched.

“Peggy? Your… Aunt?”

Sharon laughed, a little shrilly to your ears.

“Yes. She’s my mother’s half sister. Born to the second wife, 18 years younger than my mom. They weren’t that close. But Peggy and I are just like sisters.”

“Oh.”

Steve looked a little trapped.

“Didn’t know that. It’s a small world.”

Peggy leaned closer to him, but you heard her stage whisper.

“Don’t worry, I won’t share the secrets she told me…”

Steve looked at her like she was crazy and then looked at you, almost in panic. You could see the anxiety in his eyes, so you decided to rescue him.

“Mr. Rogers. Hi. ”

The huskiness of your voice, the way his name sounded on your tongue. It calmed him and sent a lightning bolt of desire through him. Steve wanted to hear you call him that in a very different context.

Steve’s face changed when he looked at you. He shifted toward you, much to Sharon’s chagrin.

“My name is Y/N Y/LN, and it’s so good to finally meet you. I hope that this is the start of a great partnership.”

Steve cocked his eyebrow at you and smiled as you took his hand. You initiating touch with him was the start of his wet dreams of late. His thumb stroked your hand as he held it. 

“I hope so too, Ms. Y/LN. I’ve been meaning to talk to you…”

“Please, call me Peach, Mr. Rogers.”

Nat came around and distracted Sharon as Steve put his hand on the small of your back to guide you to the side of the bar to talk. His smell enveloped you and his touch had you walking carefully, because your knees were weak.

“What did you want to talk about Mr. Rogers?”

He shook his head, his eyes dark now.

“Call me Steve, Peach, please.”

His voice was rougher, and impossibly deeper as he begged, and it sent chills straight to your pussy. You cocked your head and he in turn licked his lips.

“Why?”

“Because if you keep calling me Mr. Rogers, I–”

He stopped and your lust-addled brain filled in the gaps. Your lips parted on a soft inhale. Steve, on the other hand, inhaled sharply.

And then exhaled slowly.

“How was your flight?”

Steve thought it best to talk of the mundane, because he was half a second from bending you over the bar in front of all these people. 

“It was… great. I appreciated the business class seat.”

His eyebrow shot up.

“You got upgraded? How fortunate.”

“Ummmmhmmm. So you didn’t know?”

“Promise.”

Steve’s mouth quirked up in a half smile, because he knew you didn’t trust him, but you were so cute when you were grilling him.

“And you didn’t know about the upgrade at the hotel?”

“No…”

“I have a king suite with a killer view of the city.”

Steve grinned now and you almost shielded your eyes.

“Seems you’re lucky.”

You stared into his eyes to see if he was lying, but you didn’t see anything there but feelings you didn’t want to name. But because of your history, you still didn’t trust what he said. Nevertheless, you decided to let it go. There was something else you needed to know.

“So, who’s Peggy?”

Steve grimaced.

“She’s someone I knew a long time ago. We were close. Once. But not anymore.”

You just kept looking at him.

“She’s moved on, married to a rich guy on the west coast. And I’ve moved on as well.”

You straightened up as he gazed down at you. You didn’t know why you cared so much. And you didn’t want to analyze his last sentence.

“Oh.”

Now, Steve was smiling down at you like he thought you were jealous.

Which was absurd. 

And he looked as if he was happy about that ridiculous idea.

You were right.

Steve was jumping for joy on the inside at the way you reacted to hearing about Peggy. He didn’t expect to think about her, much less have to explain her to you tonight, but if it led to you realizing you had feelings for him, he was glad of Sharon’s connection. And the way she ran her mouth, although it was annoying.

“You good, Peach?”

You weren’t good. You found yourself wanting to show Steve your suite, especially the ceiling, as you rode his cock on the king sized bed so as to make him forget about any other pussy ever existing. But you must have been tweaking.

You needed to get out of there.

You turned around and went to find your cousin.

“I’m great Mr. Rogers. You have a good night.”

And Steve was left watching you walk away again.

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[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Sweet like honey

Steven Grant x fem!reader

Short summary: After a long day at work Steven felt needy and wanted to make you feel good.

Tags: body worship?, oral fem!receiving, PinV, Steven treating reader like a goddess, mature themes.

Steven came home later than usual today, he texted you Donna was being mean to him again but didn't go into detail. Steven entered his flat, seeing you scrolling through your phone on the couch in his living area. A smile automatically formed on his lips, no matter how stressful his days were, you always made his heart melt.

"Love I'm home." He announced softly as to not startle you. You looked up, greeting him with a warm smile "Hi Steven." you stood up and rushed over to him, hugging him, "Your tea is almost done. I put some honey into it to brighten up your night a little." you smiled up at him.

"Thank you." He hugged you back tightly, kissing the top of your head. Steven gently pulled back "You know you didn't have to get the tea ready f'me, it's not like I can't do it myself." Steven chuckled, putting his bag down and pulling off his jacket. "You deserve it. Especially after Donna made you stay longer." You insisted, getting back to the couch. "Ugh, don't get me started on Donna. She's such a douche. Sometimes I wish I could just kick her in the butt and hope she would fall into the trash." Steven complained and made his way to the kitchen for the tea.

Meanwhile you turned on the tv, waiting for Steven to return. As Steven returned couple minutes later, he carried two cups of steaming tea, one for you and one for him. He sat down beside you, handing you a cup "Here you go, luv." He smiled, grabbing the remote and switching channels until it landed on a movie. "Thank you, sweet, handsome and the most perfect Steven." you grinned, taking the cup. "Please, I'm melting rightnow, just by being near you." Steven chuckled, ruffling your hair gently.

You and Steven watched the movie and drinking the tea. As you cuddled into him, you felt Steven's hand snaking down your side, squeezing your hip gently, he leaned in and kissed your shoulder, moving upwards to your neck, the spot behind your ear and your cheek, kissing it a few times before you turned to him "Need something?" you asked softly with a giggle. Steven stopped and looked at you "Need you." he kissed you on the lips, "Please, let me make you feel good, you deserve it after being so good to me, please love." Steven pleaded. "Stevy, you don't have to, really." you replied but Steven looked at you with his now familiar puppy eyes, making it hard for you to deny him. In the end you accepted, making Steven beam with love, he gently laid you back on the couch, pulling your pants off, gently spreading your legs and leaning in between them, his eyes set on your core "So beautiful." he murmured, reaching out and running his fingers along your folds making you let out a small moan, Steven looked up at you and smirked "S'that all for me, my little goddess?" he leaned in closer, giving your hole a lick, trailing his tongue upwards to your clit, you arched your back into him, he dived in and started eating you out, slurping your essence and doing his wonders with his tongue.

"You taste so sweet...like honey.." Steven moaned into you. You chuckled, looking down at him "That's the tea Steven, not me."

Steven looked up at you, grinning "Nah, 'm pretty sure it's you. It has to be, only a goddess like you can taste this sweet." his words made you throw your head back against the armrest as Steven continued to worship you with his mouth and tongue. Eventually, your orgasm approached, making Steven moan as he greedily slurped up all evidence of your orgasm. He sat back up, smiling at you "Are you satisfied, luv?" he asked "Yeah." you grinned, catching your breath, "Your turn." you said, propping yourself up on your elbows. "You don't have to do anything, I just wanted to make you feel good." Steven insisted.

"Stevennnn!" You whined, pouting at him. You knew Steven couldn't stand when you were pouting at him like that, so he positioned himself between your legs, undoing his pants and pulling his cock out, "Want me inside you? 's that what you want?" Steven asked, rubbing his cockhead teasingly against your hole, you nodded, Steven entered you slowly, letting you adjust to his size and started moving in a steady pace "Feels so good, love." he moaned, his cock hitting all the spots inside you, "You're so good, Steven." you moaned, feeling your pleasure building up again, making you arch your back again. Steven's pace increased, his hips slapping against your skin, his breathing getting heavier, signalizing his orgasm, his thrusts became faster and harder, your moans louder. Steven came first, but feeling him fill you up made your cunt flutter around him, squeezing him. As both of you calmed down from orgasm, Steven pulled out, cleaning you up gently and putting himself back, handing you your discarted clothes back "That was quite intense, wasn't it?" Steven asked, smiling at you. "Yes it was, all thanks to you, Stevy." you giggled, sitting back down on the couch beside him. Steven pulled you into his arms, running his fingers through your hair lovingly. After some time, Steven noticed your eyes getting heavier as you were about to doze off "Wanna go to bed?" he asked softly you looked up at him, smiling "No, I wanna stay here with you." you snuggled more into him, resting your head against his shoulder, "Alright fine, but don't blame me if you fall asleep in my arms and make me carry you to bed later." Steven chuckled, as you let out a groggy laughter, "Deal."

Steven pulled you closer, grabbing a nearby blanket and pulled it gently over you, wrapping his arms around you, continuing to watch the movie as you fell asleep soundly in his arms.

[mazeyphaedra]

There’s a moment where you see there’s still deep attraction here.

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Tegan's departure is different than any other companion we have seen before her.

All companion departures were relatively sudden: there were two deaths, there were some left behind or forced to leave the Doctor, but most companions chose to leave simply because they decided it was time to go home or they found a person or a situation they felt compelled to stay with.

But Tegan, the one companion to that point who had the opportunity and chose to come back a second time, chooses to leave not because she simply wanted a change or found a cause, but because the dangers of their travels became too much for her.

Tegan: My Aunt Vanessa said, when I became an air stewardess, "If you stop enjoying it, give it up." It stopped being fun, Doctor.

I admit it's always been rather interesting for me to hear that last line, with its implication that Tegan DID have fun traveling with the Doctor, when I think the only on-screen story where Tegan seems to actually be enjoying herself the majority of the time is "Black Orchid." Most of the time, Tegan is wanting to get back home or is possessed or loses friends or keeps begging to get back to the TARDIS. I have to wonder if the idea of traveling with the Doctor and her other friends (including Nyssa) was more appealing than the actual travels. Though frankly, with everything that happens to Tegan, I can't say I blame her for the way she reacts.

She stopped enjoying it, so she gave it up.

And it crushes the Doctor. I see some interesting parallels between this scenario and the First Doctor's reaction when Steven wanted to leave after the events of "Massacre of St. Bartholomew's Eve" - though, here, Five is at least superficially introspective about the need to change his methods, while One reflected primarily on why his decisions were the right ones.

Doctor: No, don't leave. Not like this.

Not like this. Please, not on these terms. Not on a low note. Not with the only reason being that my life is too dangerous for you to handle. Please, I don't want to be the reason you have to leave, I don't want to lose another friend, not like this.

Braveheart Tegan.

💔💔💔

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Steven E. Snow, the emeritus general authority and former historian for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, is a bit of an outlier...the St. George native remains a staunch Democrat and a passionate environmentalist.

As the faith’s historian from 2012 to 2019, Snow is widely credited with helping bring openness and transparency to the church history department. He helped shepherd to completion the Gospel Topics essays, which tackled some of the thorniest of the faith’s historical and doctrinal issues.

Snow’s other signature achievements include overseeing the publication of the landmark Joseph Smith Papers and “Saints,” the new multivolume narrative history of the church. With Snow at the helm, the history department also took over supervision of church historical sites, where he placed a premium on education over proselytizing.

His beloved wife of 52 years, Phyllis, died from post-COVID-related issues eight months ago.

I didn’t always see eye to eye with all the brethren on environmental and political issues, but I can appreciate that. I tried to listen and be respectful of their points of view and understand them. I appreciate where they are coming from.

What did you think about the now-abandoned policy of not allowing the children of same-sex parents to be baptized?

I was surprised by the policy and was quite delighted when it was reversed. … I thought it was unnecessary, and I think it caused unnecessary hurt during the time it was in place. I was pleased to see President Russell M. Nelson revoke it.

How do you feel about the way the church addresses LGBTQ issues?

The church is trying. I’ve been really pleased with President Dallin Oaks’ and others’ efforts to try to find common ground. That’s why this recent action they took with regard to [transgender individuals in] the [General] Handbook seemed a little off, based on what they have been trying to do.

It’s a very difficult place for them to be. President Oaks continues to talk about gays in his General Conference talks. It’s as if he wants to draw a bright line that this is the way it is and there is not going to be a relaxing of that policy. It seems to me, that is what he’s trying [to articulate].

I have two gay granddaughters who have left the church. It causes me great sadness that we don’t have a place for everyone. They feel like there is nothing there for them.

How does environmentalism inform your faith?

We are given this beautiful planet upon which to live. As simple as I can state it, we should take care of it. We ought to make it a better place than when we came. We have to leave it in better shape, and we’re not doing that.

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rating: G cw: creepy christmas ornaments, pranking each other tags: steddie, platonic stobin, Buckingham, everyone lives together in this apartment, sometime in the future, a cursed version of elf on the shelf word count: 999

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt "ornament"

ornament inspiration here

“What the hell is that!?!”

“Santa,” Eddie responded, annoyed Steve would dare to ask.

“No, Santa is a jolly, fat man. That is…I don’t know, stuff of nightmares.”

Eddie turned the face of his pipe cleaner St. Nick to face him as he reassured the ornament it wasn’t a nightmare. The painted-on face and sad eyes made it look like the ornament disagreed.

“Do you often dream about old men?” Eddie asked and shared a silent laugh with the ornament.

The thing looked terrifying enough but Eddie interacting with it like it was real made it worse. Steve would take a demogorgon over this thing any day. At least he knew how to get rid of a demogorgon.

Ignoring the question meant to bait him, Steve addressed the real problem. “That’s not going there. Not in our tree.”

“He’s the centerpiece, Steven. This is his holiday,” Eddie scoffed.

“Fine,” he said, stomping off to take a shower. Eddie could enjoy the few hours he had with it because the instant his back was turned, Steve was going to bury that thing in the woods. Perhaps learn a few things about vampires or demons to prevent it from coming back to life.

No one talks about this when they make a big fuss over moving in together. It’s always “get used to snoring” or “you’ll never have any private time” like they weren’t piling four people into this cramped apartment. No person, magazine, or advice column said anything about dealing with someone’s terrifying holiday decor.

They also don’t talk about what to do when that same bit of decor is on your pillow, tucked in and cozy.

“Eddie!” Steve bellowed.

Robin popped into the doorway, “He went out to get some candy canes to hang on the tree, said it was real important to the holiday look. Chris went with him.”

“Great. You up for planning a murder,” Steve motioned to the creepy Santa “sleeping” on his pillow.

“Murder wouldn’t be enough, we need to burn the bed,” Robin shuddered and walked back out of the room.

Steve followed, thankful someone was on his side here. “Wanna go to the library and look up what to do with it?”

“Please. Chrissy wants to make him reindeer friends and a wife.”

“Oh god, not her too.”

“If anyone was on Eddie's side here, it’d be her.”

It didn’t take them long to hatch the groundbreaking plan of hiding the Santa. They’d lie and say they put it back. Steve would make vague threats about it going in the garbage disposal if it was in his bed again and everyone would move on. Eddie didn’t believe the lie and dismantled the whole tree.

When Steve went to bed that night he felt a bit guilty but if Eddie wouldn’t listen to reason, this was the only course of action. Steve could not have that thing haunting him from the Christmas tree for a whole month. This was what had to be done.

The next morning, feeling a bit too safe, Steve trudged to the bathroom to get ready for work. Going through the motions, he opened the cabinet to get his toothbrush only to find it in the arms of the stupid, awful Santa. Forcing Steve to touch it and the decades of dust caked into it's bristles. He hated every part of it. Time to do something bigger.

So Steve took it to work with him, left it there on purpose, and refused to answer questions about it. The next day it was buckled into the driver’s seat of his car with broken candy cane bits all around. The hook of a candy cane had been sucked into a point and left in Santa’s hand. Steve wasn't the only one raising the bar.

For their next move, Robin went to three different stores to find red pipe cleaners. They chopped them to bits and left them on the dinner table. A few cotton balls were also sacrificed for Santa's beard and it looked like they'd ended things once and for all. Something Steve wished he could have done for real but Eddie came with so few things. Ruining one, regardless of how terrifying it was, seemed like a step too far. Just hide it until Eddie forgot it existed, that was better, right?

Two nights later dinner was the little bits Robin had staged and the actual Santa. Steve was sure the delay in reveal was so Eddie could try and find one of those silver domes to put over this “meal”.

Steve walked the plate into the “office” they’d created in the dining room to give nerds space for their hobbies. Eddie sat smug at the head of the table, the “I’ve been expecting you” was loud but not spoken.

“I’ve come to call a truce,” Steve said, putting the plate down on the table, suddenly wishing Eddie had found the dome so he could hide the awful face.

“You forgot the white flag,” he said with an arched eyebrow.

“Don’t push it.”

“What’s the deal, then? Santa gets prime spot in the tree? Right at eye level? Oh! No, he's the star on top!”

“Counter offer; I let Robin chop the real thing up.”

“Okay. What if, like the real Santa, we put him up Christmas Eve before bed and he stays until the new year?”

Steve thought the offer over, he didn’t like it but if they were coming to a mutually beneficial agreement then he’d have to give a little. For all his people-pleasing ways, Steve was in a safe space so he dragged out the internal debate.

“Fine but he has to go on the side, I don’t want that to be the first thing I see when I come home.”

Eddie didn’t debate, he showed his cards immediately and lit up like the very tree they were talking about. He jumped out of this chair and grabbed Santa, cradling it like a precious animal. “Deal!”

[ofstarsandvibranium]

To Have & To Hold: Part 10

Fandom: Marvel - Moon Knight (Mafia AU)

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Summary: To ensure you’re always safe even after his passing, your father, a mob boss, makes you marry his right hand, Marc Spector. You don’t necessarily hate Marc, but you don’t get along either. Therefore, this marriage of convenience may be a bit difficult for you.

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The past week and a half was a blur to you. Your father sacrificed himself to make sure Harrow couldn't touch you or his empire again. Marc was with you every single day since the death of your father. He tried helping you as much as he could, being there for you, holding you when you cried. Still, he felt absolutely helpless.

The funeral was hard. All of your father's allies came to pay their respects as he was laid to rest. At the estate, Yelena was quick to hand you a drink.

"The family heads are waiting for you in your father's office," she said as she took a sip from her own drink.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, "They can't at least give me a day of rest?" Yelena shrugs as she pats your shoulder, "Good luck. Both of you," she nods to Marc and you.

Marc's arm wraps around you and rest on your hip, "We can do this." He kisses your temple and guides you to your father's office.

When you walk in, the low chatter that was going on immediately stops. All eyes are on you. You stare at your father's empty chair and feel like you're doing something wrong, being there without him.

You clear your throat and look around you. You clasp your hands in front of you to prevent fidgeting, "First off, thank you all for being here. I'm," you pause as your words get stuck in your throat, "I'm sure my dad really appreciates it." You run your hands down your black dress, "Um, so I'm assuming this meeting is to discuss the new head of the L/N Family?"

Alexei speaks up, "We're all aware that your father planned to have Spector take over and we all know about your arrangement. However, as respect for you, we just want to make sure this is still what you want."

You haven't thought much about your arrangement with Marc since your father's death. You've been too busy mourning as well as making funeral arrangements to really think about your engagement at all. However, throughout this time, you felt more at peace when he was around. He held you as you cried yourself to sleep. Even when you lashed out at him at the beginning because he didn't talk your father out of his sacrifice, he continued to be there for you. Things drastically changed and now...well, now you can't imagine Marc not being there with you in the future.

You turn to Marc, stepping out of his hold and slipping your hand into his, "Yes," then then turn to the family heads, "I do still intend on marrying Marc and having him take my father's place."

Marc squeezes your hand, "You sure?"

You nod, "I'm sure. There's no one else I trust with my father's organization."

Bucky, from the Barnes Family, speaks up, "I suggest you lovebirds get married soon. Harrow might not have been the only one ballsy enough to pull this shit. The sooner you're married the more serious people will take Spector as the head."

Your shoulder slump. Whether you were marrying Marc or not, you always saw yourself being walked down the aisle with your dad. But he's not here anymore.

Your wedding is straying further and further away than what you dreamt of.

Marc nods at Bucky, "We'll handle it," he glances at you and then back at the group before him, "Well, I think anything else that needs to be discussed can wait until tomorrow. Please enjoy the refreshments and thank you again for coming."

You and he step to the side as the family heads files out of the room. The last to leave was Alexei. He wraps his arms around you and hugs you tight. You let out a little sob and he soothes you.

"There, there, my little sunshine. You'll be okay. You're strong, yes?"

You pull away, wiping the stray tears from your cheeks, "I have to ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Will you walk me down the aisle of my wedding?"

Alexei looks at you in surprise, "Me?"

"You're like a second father to me, Lexei. Since my father is no longer here-"

"Of course, I'll do it. It would be an honor." He kisses your forehead and a soft smile.

He then turns to Marc and gives him a stern look, "If I hear a word about you mistreating her-"

"You don't have to worry about that, Alexei."

Alexei nods, "Good." Satisfied, he leave the room and you let out a deep breath.

You face Marc and immediately rest your head against him, "There's so much that needs to be done. How far up should be move the wedding? Did we pick a venue? I can't remember. Then we need to pick catering-"

"Hey, hey. No," Marc steps back, holding your by the shoulders, "Don't worry about that right now," he moves his hands to cup your face, "Go up to your room and rest."

"All I've been doing lately has been resting while you handle everything."

He shrugs, "Isn't this what I signed up for?" You open your mouth to object but he shakes his head, "Don't. Your father made sure I was well prepared for anything and everything that may come up being in this position. I'll handle it all. I just-" he pauses to let out a deep breath, "I just want to make sure you're okay."

You give him a soft smile, "Thank you. I-I know I've been so hot and cold with you since this whole arrangement began but...I really can't see anyone else in this position, at my side, than you."

"That's good to know," he murmurs and he kisses your forehead and then rests his against yours, "Go upstairs and rest," he whispers before pulling away and leaving you in your father's office.

Maybe you should just tell everyone to leave? Steven suggests in Marc's head.

"I can't. I need to show face, mingle with the families and friends."

Y/N needs us, though.

"I just want to give her some space, Steven. Let her have some time alone. She hasn't had much of that lately."

If you're sure.

"I am."

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When you woke up, it was dark out. You check the time on your phone it reads that it's past midnight. Do you have several notifications and unread messages from people? Yes, but right now you just want to see where Marc is.

You roll out of bed and pull on one of your old hoodies. You call out for Marc in case he might be near by. You were greeted with silence.

You descend the stairs seeing the kitchen light on. It's too late for your family's personal chef to be here so you're sure it's Marc.

When you enter the kitchen, you see Marc. He's sitting at the counter munching on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a mug of hot tea beside him.

"Marc?"

He looks up, eyes wide as if he'd been caught in a crime. He quickly swallows his food and sets the sandwich onto his plate, "Oh, um, hello," you hear the British accent and immediately know it's Steven.

"Oh. Hi, Steven."

"You alright?" he looks at you with concern.

You sigh, "I will be. I just need time."

He nods in understanding and gestures to the sandwich, "You want one? Or there's leftovers from the caterers. Marc snagged a little bit of everything since he wasn't sure what you'd want to eat later."

"That's thoughtful of him," you say, going to the fridge and seeing several tupperwares packed with food. You pull each one out, setting them on the island counter, "You want me to heat you up some?"

"Oh no, I'm fine with my sandwich. I'm vegan so I couldn't eat a lot of that stuff."

"Ah. Marc never told me that. I'll make sure to get you vegan options. Do you have any preferences of brands or milk alternatives?"

"You don't need to-"

"I want to, Steven. We'll technically be living together too. I want to make sure you have everything you need."

He softly smiles at you, "You're-That's really sweet of you, love."

You nod, also giving him a soft smile, "Of course." You continue to pile a bit of everything onto your plate and heating it up in the microwave.

You two eat in silence, but it wasn't awkward. You're scrolling through your phone while Steven reads a book on Egyptology. You figure that this would be a good time for you to get to know him more.

"Do you enjoy Egyptology?" you ask him. He looks up and you point to his book.

He breaks out into a smile, "I absolutely love it. The history, the literature, the religion. It's all so fascinating. The Pyramid of Khufu at Giza is the largest Egyptian pyramid. It weighs just as much as 16 Empire State buildings!" He says the fact with excitement and you break out into a grin. His excitement is contagious.

"Tell me more."

Steven snorts, "Oh no. If you do, I'll never shut up."

"I don't want you to shut up, Steven." You bring yourself closer to him and Steven's a little taken back by your actions.

"Oh, um, are you sure?" You can tell Steven's hesitant by the way he starts fidgeting with the thermal shirt he's wearing. The sleeves pulled all the way down to cover a majority of his hands.

"I mean, if you want to. I don't want to force you-"

"No, no, no! That's not it. It's just...I tend to ramble on too much and people get annoyed of me."

You place a reassuring hand on Steven's, "I promise that won't happen. Besides, I think it'd be good we get to know each other, right? Since, you know, I'm marrying Marc and you're a part of him."

"But it's late. You're not tired?"

You snort, "I slept for hours, Steven. I think I'll be fine. You?"

"Same."

"Then that settles it," you stand, "We can head to the library. There's a fireplace there and it's very cozy."

"Lead the way, love," Steven says with a big grin and follows you, exuding excitement.

[oomox-oclock]

I WANT SOME NASTY, FILTHY SMUT FOR STEVEN LIKE I NEED THAT MAN EATING ME OUT LIKE IM HIS LAST MEAL

please and thank you ❤️😻🫶

URGH OMG YES

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pairing: Steven Adler x reader

Warnings: oral f! Reciving

Second person POV:

“Spread em”

Steven order you. Spreading your legs just like he told you too, as you lied back, elbows hosiery yourself up, watching as he lingered closer to you. He licked his lips. Hungry. Hungry for you like an animal that hasn’t eaten anything in days. You were ready for him. On the edge of the counter top, in the middle of the kitchen on the island, where he picked you up and placed you on. You spread your legs even more and Steven moved them aside with his hand. Quickly pulling if your panties, but leaving your miniskirt behind. He didn’t even care for kissing you anywhere else on your body as he divided for your soaking pussy. His tongue pushing past your folds and into your soft leaking hole. He grunted in pleasure, tasting you on his tongue. Once he got even a little drop of your sweetness, he turned into a sinful monster. His face dug into your crotch as he clawed the sides of your thighs close to your ass. Pulling you to him and licking you vigorously like he was tasting the nectar of the gods. To him it was. You moaned loud, watching him press his face even further onto your pussy with every moan. Holding onto his fluffy blonde hair as he obsessively lapped and sucked. From his tongue being in you and doing rounds on clenching walls he moved to your clit. Panting and huffing as he breathed you in, and began to lightly nibbled on your clit, sending shocks through your body making your back arch and jolt. He did one stroke with his tongue over your bundle of nerves before doing skilful circles with his tongue. He knew every inch of your pussy like the back of his hands, he knew what were you sweetest spots and what made your hips buck into his face, like they are now.

Your stomach turned as you felt your climax building down by your heat. Steven knew by the shake of your legs and the pitch in your whines you were close. His tongue rushing to be inside of you again, feeling you clench around it. Anxiously waiting and tongue fucking you as Steven wanted you to cum on his tongue more than anything.“Stevie!” You moaned his name loudly, your nails scratching his scalp, whilst pull his hair as you came all over his mouth and tongue. He was moaning and panting just like you were, having the taste of ambrosia in his mouth and it flooding his sense, making him want more. Much more.

“Fuck!” You yelled as Steven went back to attaching his mouth to your pussy, his tongue lapping up all the juices he missed when you spilled into his mouth. His body ached for more of you. Your body ached as it began to get overstimulated as you had no time to rest from your first orgasm. Your legs stuttering and shaking along with your hips as his mouth found it’s way back to your reddened and swollen clit. You felt vibrations across your area and up your spine as he muffled a groaned against you, along the lines of, “Fuck… I want more… need more-…you taste so good.” With more sinful and obsessive curses added on. With one orgasm gone another stronger release was approaching, taking your nerves by a storm. Shaking and moving under him, he held your legs still with his strong arms, eating you out like his last meal in earth. “Stevie-… Baby…” you whined and sighed hard as your body burned. Your second orgasm hit you, your mind going blank and vision fuzzy as your nerves were set on fire. Steven now having your juices run down his tongue for a second time. He detached his mouth from your pussy, his whole mouth covered with your slick, rolling down to his chin. He breathed hard, staring st the mess he made on the counter, all that going to waste in his opinion, he mouth tingled and twitched as he was now getting a feeling of agitation. “Need more.” He was pussy drunk and his mind only filled with lust and the, what seemed like, far away remnants of your sweet tasting cum. Going back for more like a scavenger on a hunt. After your third, fourth and fifth orgasm, you nearly passed out, he nearly did too.

“I love you so much baby.” He said picking you up from the counter and moving you to the couch. Your mind completely going to sleep, not even hearing him properly. You just answered with soft whines and ‘mhm’’s. He laid you on the couch and he did next to you as well, holding you tight as you quickly fell asleep,

“ You’re everything to me sweetheart” He spoke, kissing your forehead and then drifting off to sleep as well with you on his chest. Safe and sound.

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 67

A/N : its finally done- and its a small filler for whats about to come!!

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : omg you guys have been so mf patient, but you are finally being fed!!! i enjoy writing again and im back in my moon knight summer so HERE YA GO!!!

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, casper hart(OC) x reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, small smut scene minors dni, kiss and make up type shit idk, let me know if i missed anything

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you were next to jake on the couch, frenchie on the other side of you as you sob your heart out into jakes chest.

you were just angry at the situation, and the more you thought about what casper said the more it affected you.

jake rubbed your back while glaring at his phone, debating on calling the poor kid and cussing him out.

frenchie was kind of out of place- he has kids, but none above the age of 10.

he just kind of sat on the other side of you offering silent support.

after you calmed yourself down, jake looked down at you and sighed. "i'm so sorry, mi vida"

"it's fine.. i know he didn't mean it" you sniff a few times before wiping your nose of your sleeve. "i just don't know what to do"

"i have an idea" frenchie speaks up, making both you and jake look at him. "..you can just talk to him you know? get to the bottom of why he acted out?" he offers and you nod slowly.

"i think that's my best option.. thank you frenchie" you say, and frenchie smiles.

jake nods at the man and looks back to you. "feeling a little better?" you nod at his question.

"yeah.. just.... really hungry all of a sudden"

"you should really get some fluids in you, you cried too much" steven pipes up and you sigh.

"can i have some pop tarts and juice?" you ask and jake nods, so you get up to move to the kitchen.

after you leave the room, jake grabs his phone and hits casper's contact, waiting for him to pick up.

frenchie gives him a disapproving look as casper answers.

"hello-"

"you better apologize to my daughter, i mean it. she came home crying because of you" jake says as calm as he can.

it's silent for a moment. "i- i know, sir i- i feel terrible. i'm bringing her flowers and more pop tarts tomorrow"

jake sighs. "good.. listen.. i...... i know you're a good kid. just let her- us help you okay?" casper nods even though jake can't see him.

"okay.. i'll explain everything to her i promise"

"good. she'll see you at school tomorrow then"

"thank you, sir"

"my name is jake and you know it"

"right- sorry"

jake lets out a singular laugh. "goodbye for now, hart"

"okay.. bye jake-"

jake hangs up before casper could get the rest of his words out, coincidentally as you walk back into the room with your snack and your juice.

you sit back down in between frenchie and your dad, opening your package of pop tarts.

"do i have to go to school tomorrow?" you ask and jake nods, making you groan.

"i don't want to though- i- ill clean the house just let me stay-"

"no."

you glare at jake and eat your pop tarts, taking sips of your juice every now and then.

it was an uneventful rest of the night. you were talking frenchies ear off, though he didn't mind.

you reminded him of his first daughter, unable to ever shut her mouth.

he means that in the nicest way possible.

the next morning was hell though.

you basically fought all your dads while trying to convince them that you're sick, or dying so that you could stay home.

you were sadly out the door on time.

you clenched your fists in your pockets as you walked on the sidewalk, until you heard rushed footsteps behind you.

you turn around to see casper, with a box of pop tarts and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

you unclench your fists as he stops in front of you, just staring at you.

"i.. i'm so sorry y/n.." he starts and you rush forward to hug him.

"i know.. it's okay" you assure him.

"but it's not- i took my anger out on you and that wasn't fair.. i should've just told you what was going on-"

"hey.. it's okay. you are doing the right thing" you let go of him to look him in the eye.

"i never stopped loving you, not even for a second. i- i was just so- so mad" he says.

you nod and smile gently at him. "we can talk about that later okay..? at my place?"

"can we uh.. actually go to mine. i don't want to leave allison and mom alone for too long"

"of course. i just have to call my dads after school" you nod at him and he sighs.

"i got these for you.." he holds up the flowers and the pop tarts.

you smile and hug him again. "thank you. you didn't have to do that"

"i wanted to. it's only fair" he responds and you let go of him to take the flowers.

"they're beautiful" you smell the flowers, taking your free hand and holding his.

"not as beautiful as you-"

"okay, let's get going" you laugh, dragging him along towards the direction of your school.

"but i was just saying-"

you cut him off by laughing, which makes him glare at you before raising an eyebrow, deciding to leave it alone.

~~~

it was already after school, and you were waiting for casper right outside your school while dialing your dads number.

"what do you want?" marc asks as soon as he answers and you scoff.

"hello to you too, dad" you start. "i was wondering if i could-"

"yeah, go ahead just be home before 10"

"why are you encouraging it? what if i wanted to bone him, would you still be okay with it?"

marc sighs. "just be home before 10. i love you"

"i love you too" you laugh before hanging up.

you wait a couple more minutes and the last few people come out of the school, your brows furrowing when you don't see casper.

you do see your math teacher though, so you approach her.

"uh- mrs. harper?" you tap on her shoulder and she turns around.

her long blonde hair swings behind her as she turns around. "oh, y/n, shouldn't you be heading home?"

"yes, but casper- did you see him in there? i've been waiting for him out here and he's not usually this late" you explain and she frowns.

"no, i'm sorry y/n. i haven't seen him, i would check inside, he could be talking to another teacher" she offers and you nod.

"thank you" you say and you rush inside as the teacher smiles to herself, seeing that chivalry wasn't completely dead.

you rush through the hallways, checking all the open classrooms, but not finding him.

that's when you hear a 'thud' come from the nearby boys bathroom.

you walk over and press your ear to the door, hearing muffled voices. you crack the door open, but don't look inside.

"casper..? is that you?" you ask into the air and you hear another voice.

"say anything, and you're dead" you recognized that voice. it was that ferret boy, and there was no doubt he was giving casper a hard time.

you roll your eyes and enter the boys bathroom, seeing that casper was on the floor, leaning against the wall while holding his arm.

and the ferret boy, he was standing a few feet away from where casper was, both looking over at you in shock.

"come on, this is pathetic" you say. "why can't you just leave him alone- he didn't do anything to you" you move to help casper up when the blonde blocks your path.

"well, now that i have both you freaks here, i think it'll save me some time" he cracks his knuckles and you narrow your eyes at him.

before he could do anything, you trip him over and pin him to the ground, keeping a knee on his back to keep him down.

it all went by so fast, and the blonde lets out a shaky breath. "wh-what the fuck is wrong with you?!" he yells.

you roll your eyes again and get off of him, helping casper up and rolling his sleeve up to see a large bruise on his arm.

the blonde gets up and brushes himself off. "you'll pay for that.." he rushes over again, and you push casper out of the way so you could stop the blonde from hurting him.

you catch his fist in your hand and twist it, causing him to wince.

you let go and back up a step, as if challenging him to do it again.

he just pants and reaches his arms out, and without thinking, you shoot a web out to stick his arms to the wall.

everything goes silent.

"shit.." casper whispers, grabbing onto your sleeve.

"you- you're her! you're arachnid!-" the blonde yells and you shush him.

"oh my god- no- this can't be happening-" you put your hands on your knees, hyperventilating.

casper puts a hand on your back. "please- jones-"

"..how do you know my actual name? i know you call me 'ferret' behind my back" he argues.

you scoff. "we've been going to school together since middle school-"

"and then you disappeared and became weird" he interrupts.

casper steps in front of you, glaring at jones. "she's not weird, it's just a mental illness- and it's not even an illness-"

"casper it's fine- just- jones please- you can't tell anyone.." you plead, feeling ultimately stupid for letting yourself slip up like that.

jones just scoffs. "i've just discovered your deepest darkest secret. you think ill just keep it to myself?" he asks sarcastically, trying to get him arm feee from the wall behind him.

you stare at casper uncomfortably, unsure of what to do.

"dude, this could get her arrested!" casper tries and jones just rolls his eyes.

"so?"

"so i wouldn't be able to help people anymore.. and my parents would be alone" you answer coldly.

"we have moon guy for that" jones replies and you shake your head.

"not to be self centered, but without me, 'moon guy' would go underground again" you respond and jones sighs.

"...i'll keep your secret. but it will cost you" he says and you roll your eyes.

"fine"

"i get inside information on your little rendezvous', and i want to know the whole deal with your 'dads'" he says and you tilt your head.

he wants to know about you? strange. but it's negotiable.

"alright.. deal-"

"uh, no." casper interrupts. "you are not-"

you take casper's arm and lead him a bit away from where jones was still stuck to the wall.

"casper i'm in no position to not take that deal.. you understand i've- i've killed people, right?" you say in a hushed voice and he sighs.

"i just don't want him taking advantage of you.." he admits and you take his hands in yours, squeezing them reassuringly.

"i know, cas. listen, i love you, but i have it handled" you give him a nervous smile and he sighs again.

"if you're sure.. and i love you too" he smiles back and you nod before turning back to jones.

you take the webs off of jones arm. "we have to leave.. there's a back entrance right outside, we can't let a teacher see us.." you lead the way, sneaking out of the bathroom, the two boys following you.

once outside, jones speaks up. "so.. do the webs come out of anywhere else?"

casper chokes on air. "dude-!"

you sigh. "no. every single person that knows has asked me that, and the answer is always a hard no" you answer.

"did you grow extra limbs?" jones asks, a bit out of character.

"interesting question, but no" you look to him for a split second, then you turn to casper who was on the other side of you, looking all jealous that another man was talking to you.

boo hoo, ghost.

you just silently held his hand while the three of you walked up to this gorgeous mansion.

"this is my home- i'll see you guys tomorrow!" jones uncharacteristically smiles and rushes inside his house.

you blink a few times and turn to casper "that was so weird.."

"yeah" he responds shortly and the two of you begin your walk to his house in a sort of tense silence.

~~~

you arrive at casper's house, and once you both go in grace looks to the door, visibly relieved to not see her husband.

casper goes over to grace, hugging her before you approach the two of them.

"grace.. i know it's not my place but we can help you.." you start and she smiles gently at you.

"i think i'm ready, as well as my children.. we will accept anything from you and your family" she says and you nod, also relieved.

"whatever you need, we can give you" you say to her, and she tears up a bit.

she smiles and rushes over to hug you tightly. "god bless you, y/n.." she whispers as you hug her back.

"i uhm- im going to take allison to the park.. we- we'll be back in an hour" she suddenly pulls away, going to allison's room.

"allison has been stressed lately, the park calms her down" casper explains to you, grabbing your hand and squeezing it.

grace comes back out with allison and her eyes light up when she sees you, rushing over to hug your legs before waving quickly and running out the door, leaving grace to also wave and catch up to allison.

"well i hope they have fun.." you sigh, taking off your shoes as casper does the same

"so... what should we do now?" casper asks as the two of you stare at each other awkwardly.

"maybe start packing essentials..?" you offer and he nods, both of you going to his room.

~~~

"come on- just stick your hand back there it's fine!"

"no! i don't want my hand to be icky-"

"it's not that bad"

"then you do it-"

"but i can't reach"

you and casper had been arguing about who was going to reach behind his dresser to unplug his lamp, the dresser in which was bolted into the floor as it came with the house.

"...you're openly admitting your arms are shorter than mine?" you ask, smirking as you hold your arm out, and taking casper's to compare arm length.

he scoffs and yank his arm away, rolling his eyes.

"do you think i'll need to pack my pillows and stuff?" he asks and you hum.

"i've seen the place before, you'll be all set.. but i would still bring it. it'll be your new home after all" you tell him carefully, in a gentle tone.

he looks to you, taking your hands in his. "y/n.. i'm scared" he confesses, his voice shaking.

your brows furrow as you two step closer, so that you could cradle his face in your hands.

"i know.. but you're so strong, cas. i know this is the only home you've ever known but.. i really think you and your family will benefit. just think about your mother- your absolute gem of a mom- she will have the freedom she deserves- we already have job interviews set up for her.. does she like libraries? or uh- coffee shops because i-"

casper puts a finger to your lips to pause your speaking.

"y/n i love you. so so much- you don't have to do this for us-"

"i want to, casper.. we want to" you assure him, smiling gently.

he smiles as well, visibly relaxing.

"now quit moping around, i want to see what you have hidden in the back of your closet" you let go of him to stumble through piles of utter junk while he protests.

"y/n, baby, sweetheart, please don't-"

you pick up an old record player, sitting in the corner of a shelf. "what's this..? you have records?" you ask, genuinely curious.

"a few..." he scratches the back of his head, helping you out of the closet and putting the record player on his empty nightstand.

he opens his top dresser drawer and pulls out a frank sinatra record, the album being 'nice n easy'.

"awww cute" you hug casper from behind as he carefully puts the record onto the record player, adjusting the needle as music starts playing quietly.

you recognized it as 'fools rush in', and that's when you start swaying along with the music, still having your arms wrapped around casper.

he chuckles airily and turns around in your arms, grabbing your wrists gently and putting one over his shoulder and holding the other.

"you're so sappy, love" you rest your cheek on casper's chest as you both slowly dance around his almost empty room.

"you're the one who started this, dear" he responds, and you purposely and proudly step on his foot, making him pinch your side.

after the small interaction, you go through quite a few songs, just enjoying swaying along with the music and being in each others presence.

you bring your head up to rest your forehead against casper's, closing your eyes.

casper leans forward, capturing his lips with yours, slowing the dancing even further as he moves his hands to your waist, and you move yours thrown sloppily around his neck to keep him close.

you feel bold and slide your tongue against casper's bottom lip, making him open his mouth slightly for you to lick up into his mouth.

it gets steamy pretty quickly, and before you know it, your shirt is halfway across the room, and your straddling casper's lap on his still made bed kissing and sucking at his neck.

casper lets his eyes close as he breathes out slowly and shakily, running his hands up and down your sides, fingers nearing your bra clip.

you tug at his shirt as he unclips your bra, both of you sitting up to take said items off, casper's hands finding your breasts, kneading them as he pinches your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

you let out a breathy moan as he does so, lightly tracing casper's bare chest with your fingers, circling around the scars on his abdomen.

he notices your stare at the healed wound, taking your hand in his and looking up at you.

"hey.. we don't have to do this right now-" he starts but you cut him off by delivering a quick kiss to his lips.

"i want to- sorry i.. i got distracted for a second.." you apologize, cleaning your head. "i really, really want to do this-"

casper chuckles at your eagerness, flipping the two of you over so that your back is flat on the bed, casper already untying the band on his sweatpants.

you do the same with yours, and it leaves you both nearly bare to each other, only being covered by your lower undergarments.

casper takes the band on your panties gently with his fingers, slowly pulling them down along your legs.

you're both looking into each others eyes when me leans down to kiss you, instantly moaning and letting his tongue explore your mouth.

casper brings a hand down to your sex, circling your clit with his thumb while gently pushing his middle and forefinger through your wet folds, making you let out a shaky breath before moaning into casper's mouth.

you feel his hard on press into your thing, making you break the kiss. "wait- do you have a condom here?" you ask, and casper reaches into one of his packed bags right by the bed.

"of course i do, we're too broke to be teen parents"

you laugh before focusing more on the moment as casper rips the condoms package open before throwing it to the floor, sliding the condom onto his hardening cock.

unbeknownst to you, casper bit his tongue to prevent himself from finishing just by you touching him. 

you just blink down at him, smiling as he gently flips you both over, now having your back on the bed while casper hovers over you. he smiles back, positioning himself over you so that the tip of his cock was lined up with your entrance.

taking in a deep breath and holding it, casper cradles your face while starting to push into you. "breathe, y/n.." he reminds you.  

you feel your eyes roll back into your head as casper sinks fully into you, and you let out a lengthy moan while your arms wrap around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders. you both stay still while casper reminds you to breathe again, and you nod when you're ready for him to move.

casper slowly starts thrusting himself in and out of you, and if you were in a different headspace the noises of it would have bothered you. your nails dig almost impossibly deeper into caspers shoulders, and he leans down to start kissing your neck.

you lean your head further back, letting casper suck hickeys on every inch of you he could reach. your legs tighten around his waist as his thrusts get deeper and slower, hitting your sweet spot perfectly every time.

"cas- i.. i'm close-" you whine, leaning forward to hide your face in caspers neck, biting down on his shoulder as his breathe hits your ear.

casper lets out a lengthy moan into your ear, his thrusts becoming more erratic before he brings a hand down to start circling your clit again. you bite down harder on caspers shoulder as you moan, legs starting to shake violently before you feel yourself release.

your eyes close as you move your head away from caspers shoulder, laying it down on the pillow below you as you catch your breath.

casper finishes a few seconds after, almost collapsing on top of you while he softens inside of you. he brushes a few damp strands of hair from your face, planting a kiss on your cheek as he slowly moves off of you. a whine bubbles up from your throat at the feeling of him leaving you.

"come on, hon, let's get you cleaned up. i think there's still some towels in the bathroom" he tells you, lifting you to sit up and wrapping your shoulders in the blanket that was folded on his bed. he helps you stand and he wraps the blanket tighter around you as he leads you to the bathroom.

"thank you cas, i love you"

"i love you too, y/n/n"

~~~

you and casper had showered together, cleaning each other of any proof that you had done coitus. everything had been cleaned, and certain things had been thrown away as well.

you were now helping casper, grace, and allison unpack their things into their new house while jake and layla went to get the last of their belongings.

"how do you like your new room?" you ask allison, putting up the last poster for her. she smiles up at you before hugging your legs. you grin from ear to ear as you pat the top of her head. grace peaks into the room, eyes softening at the sight, her tense shoulders sinking into their more relaxed form.

"ms ha- grace- will you guys be alright here?" you ask and she instantly nods. "i've never felt safer.." she says with a smile.

you nod and allison lets go of you, letting you go to the front door ro get your shoes on. casper meets you there, handing you your jacket.

"i'll see you at school, cas" you say, putting your jacket on.

"of course, my love" he wraps his arms around your waist.

you snort and scrunch your nose a bit. "you're getting more corny by the second" you say out loud, wrapping your arms around his neck.

casper rests his forehead against yours. "anything for you, my darling honeybun-" 

"get off me"

"no- y/n- baby i'm sorry-"

"no, we are breaking up"

"..."

you press a small kiss to caspers cheek before opening their front door.

"i love you, see you tomorrow" you laugh, turning to leave.

casper laughs as well. "yeah, i love you too. dork" he mumbles to himself, knowing you could hear him.

you simply smile and begin your short journey home.

~~~

you unlock your door and go inside, expecting to see one of your dads and layla since they finishes helping with caspers family and their stuff a bit ago. yet, you didn't see or sense anyone.

and frenchie was gone as well..

odd.

that's when you felt it... the tingle, but it was sharper than usual.

and that's when khonshu and taweret appeared right in the middle of your living room.

~~~

A/N : cliffhanger. sorry not sorry. i truly love each and every one of you :)

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[pinnesasong]

OOC. — INTRODUCTORY POST !

Greetings, everyone! My name is mon (the mod), 22, he/him. My main is @monnarchives and I like to post about my hyperfixations, shitposts, art, and all the other stuff that makes me happy !

Please allow me to introduce this new roleplay blog on the block! This blog is exclusively made and penned for the character 'Stick', who is portrayed by the actor Richard Stites, who appears in the beautifully haunting film, Dead Poets Society (1989) !

For continuity purposes, the universally acknowledged setting of the film is at Welton Academy, Vermont, in the academic year 1959. However, due to the lack of social media, and the internet as a whole at the time, some creative (modern) liberties will have to be at play.

Stick's character is underutilized and an undeveloped one, background at best, but that's actually the reason why I like him so much! Just like a blank canvas waiting to be painted upon, he has so much potential for future characterization and fleshing out; there is nothing that is set in stone. Come join me as I create, mold, and develop my own interpretation (headcanons, interests, relationships, etc.) for this wonderful character! Since his canon name is just a nickname, I've taken on the liberty of thinking about his full name. On here, it will be Mr. Sterling H. Spick.

(See what i did there? 'St' + '-ick' = stick)

I've also made a separate dossier/biography page for him, which can be found here, but it is still a work in progress! I will add to it, gradually of course, over the duration of my journey with him.

This blog is also part of a pre-existing DPS roleplay group! Joining my Stick muse are the following lovely fellows:

❧ Neil Perry @deadpoetperry

❧ Todd Anderson @sweaty-toothedpoet

❧ Charlie Dalton @dxltons

❧ Richard Cameron @r-cameron-tradition

❧ Steven Meeks @mr-ill-try-anything-once

❧ Gerard Pitts @gerardjpitts

❧ Knox Overstreet @yawp-knoxious

Our group is still in need of a Chris, Ginny, and/or another background character that anyone of you would be interested to develop alongside us! We'd be really happy to have you !

Stick is, at the very least, acquainted and friends with most of them, according to canon. Please don't hesitate to message me, ask, or interact; I am always down for relationship building, brainstorming, and talking !

— Rules (I will make a blog theme page for this sometime!)

No rude, racist, bigoted, or other super-bad behavior. No super-explicit NSFW. Innuendos are as far as I can go. For OOC interactions, my inbox (fellow mods) / ask (followers) is always open! Submissions are fine, but please keep it mild! No gore, pedophilia, triggering topics, etc. "Have you no shame? How revolting."

— Specific Tags List (Will also make a page for this sometime!)

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[ask-the-buge-brothers]

“Even… if not.- if you can bring it up one day..?? Y. You don’t have to! It’s just…euh…”

[they sighed. Cog is so so tired]

“I don’t really care that he doesn’t pay me, just.. if you could get him to stop yelling at me. That’d be swell.”

[[VIOLENTLY THROWS MY OC./silly.. again!!! You can skip this if you wish to ^_^]]

[woe! Have a rather skittish man approach you! They have rather long hair. Two chunks of hair lay on their shoulders dyed grey. Along side that, the most noticeable feature are simply their eyes. Which were two different colors! The left being green the right was blue. Black rimmed round glasses… besides that. They probably have the standard fazbender uniform…. Mod is shit at describing…. How their oc looks…]

“Euh.. hi. I.. uh.. uh… w. Hi. You… uh. Aren’t. Aren’t you his kid. We. Weird question yes.! I.. have a few things to mention.”

@ask-steven-stevenson

huh? oh yeah. if youre referring to steven, yes. im his kid. arent you the one who caught him before he fell?

WAA!!!!!! he poofed back into phonehead form. because it gives him social confidence......

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

"Somewhere on this crowded planet, in a place I have never been before and will never visit in my lifetime, someone I do not know and will never meet has just said a prayer in a language I do not understand as an expression of faith in a religion I do not accept. And yet, the prayer was for me. Please bless all those who are in need, the stranger prayed, and that includes me. The wonder of faith is not that we all agree, but that we all care, even when we are strangers. So I return the prayer: please bless all who are in need. All, please, not some: for they are praying for me as I pray for them."

~ The Rt. Rev. Steven Charleston

St Alban’s Episcopal Church

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Hi, I really enjoy your writing! Keep up the good work!! How about a dark daddy Steven and Marc with a reader who craves praise and validation but is embarrassed about it (I hate my brain sometimes)?

Anony you're so sweet, thank you so much, feel hugged from me!

I can definitely come up with something. ;)

Cravings

Pairing:

Dark!Steven Grant x fem!reader

Dark!Marc Spector x fem!reader

Warnings: P in v, usage of daddy kink, oral f!, smut, nsfw, little to no plot (kind of brat taming especially on Marc's part)

Your daddies love giving you attention, you grew fond of it but you were embarrassed to admit it. Too bad they knew how much you liked it.

Steven

Knowing how needy Steven could get sometimes, you couldn't help but get the most of it out of him knowing he'd praise his little girl for giving him the attention he wanted.

Now he's on top of you, already having you stuffed with him "What's gotten into you being so attentive lately, hm?" Steven began to move in slow but deep thrusts, knowing very well how it makes you unable to speak logically.

"I-I don't knooow." you blurted out, already feeling your mind go dumb with how he's moving.

"Doesn't matter love. As long as you're a good girl for daddy you'll get whatever you want." Steven teased but he was sincere. He knew you can get all clingy because he loves the attention and in return he gives you what you want.

"Stevennn, you feel so good please ke-ep going." You already couldn't think straight.

Steven chuckled, speeding up and pounding into you "Mm, you're so perfect darlin', I can't get 'nough of you.." he pulled leaving only the tip inside before slamming right back in, making a loud moan escape your throat, becoming slightly red out of embarrassment at how weak you can get for some attention from Steven.

He leaned down close to your ear before whispering into it "Gettin' all loud again, love? Tryna make the whole complex hear how good I'm fucking you, huh? Is that what you want?"

Steven was right, you could never keep your noises quiet, not when he's riled up like that after you teased him almost all day. You knew from first teasing him how much trouble you'd be in. But you couldn't be happier about it.

"Not that I'm complaining about that, of course not but- fuck- you feel like a goddess. It's only fair the building get's to hear how a goddess is worshipped, yeah?"

Your body instinctively arched into him, desperate to get more of him. Steven might not seem like that in general, but this man can get quite fucking dirty when it comes to the person he loves.

It wasn't long before you felt the familiar feeling built up, it was fast approaching like a tidal wave with how sloppy Steven was pounding you and how cockdrunk he made you.

"St-Stevennn! I'm about to cum!" You warned with a needy voice, knowing it would drive him more crazy than he already is. Just moments after, you clenched down on him, gripping his cock like never wanting to let go of it.

"Fuckin' hell, love! There you go, getting what you want once again." Steven groaned deeply before shooting his sticky load into you. He held himself inside you for a couple minutes after collapsing down on you, happily spent.

"You were really going at it, Stevy." You giggled, moving your hands to run your fingers through his hair.

"Want me to keep spoiling you, darlin'?" Steven threatened playfully while his voice was muffled by your skin.

"No- I... no.." You couldn't help but burst into laughter. Steven pulled out after getting soft inside you and looked down at you

"Aww, don't be embarrassed now, love. I know you hate to admit it." Steven pinched your cheek softly before rolling off to the side.

Steven loved seeing you getting red like a light at night after he caught up on how attention-starved you were.

"Come here to daddy Grant." He pulled you into him, tucking your head on his chest and kissing your hair. "Now close your eyes, get some rest and when we wake up we will clean up."

You closed your eyes and in a matter of seconds you drifted off into dreamland.

-

Marc

You weren't sure how many orgasms he already gave you, but you sure as hell knew he wasn't done, you were already at the brink of another one and Marc made his impression clear he liked seeing you crumble beneath him

He looked up at you, his mouth only leaving your core before he wanted to speak. "C'mon baby gimme another one, I know you can do it." Marc immediately dipped back in, slurping every drop, leaving nothing behind.

Either this man had already lost the nerves on his head or he just did not give a shit on how hard you tugged at them. At one point you almost thought you ripped them out...

The next orgasm came out of you, easily getting slurped up by Marc and his greedy mouth. Now Marc was kind enough to give you a small break. "Want me to stop sucking your soul out through your pussy?" he ran a single finger through your swollen folds and you tensed up from the over-overstimulation.

"Please tell me you're done." Your words came out half-thinkingly.

In response Marc gave you the devilish smile that tells you he's not done with you. "Too bad... daddy's not done with you, babygirl. Should have seen it coming when you teased me all fucking day."

Marc was hundred percent right, and although you made a mental promise to yourself to not tease him all day, when you did, it was always the opposite result. You always stupidly thought he was bluffing but then reality hit you hard and you remembered in the last second that a man like Marc was never bluffing about something like that...

"You know I'm never done with you before you haven't had my cock." Marc got up and pulled his already leaking cock out before positioning himself over you. "You love it though, hm? Doing something to get me into the mood to get the attention you crave?" he nudged your entrance with his tip before entering you swiftly

"Holy shit, so tight so wet, so goddamn slippy..." Marc groaned, he had to seriously stop himself from shattering your lower region.

When Marc started to move, it was slow at first and then he step by step increased his pace, chasing his own pleasure as he lost himself completely in fucking your pussy.

-

"Fuckfuckfuck, Marc!" You couldn't hold it any longer, every time you thought he gave you the last orgasm you were fooled by yourself because he always did give you one more orgasm with his cock.

"Another one for daddy? That's my girl." Marc was panting, already getting close. His hips snapped for the last time before he finally shot his cum into you, rolling his hips a few times before pulling out and dropping down beside you.

Marc loved seeing you all fucked out, knowing he was the one who did it. He reached out and wiped some sweat off your forehead "You alright there, honey?" he chuckled.

"Phew, yeah..." You nodded, still panting and catching your breath.

"Always trying to get something out of me, don't ya?" he smiled.

You turned to your side "And what exactly do you mean by that?"

Marc couldn't help but laugh "You know exactly what I mean."

You felt the warm embarrassed blush creep up on your cheeks again, "Shut up..." you mumured, trying to suppress the smile.

Marc smacked your shoulder playfully, loving how you always light up in embarrassment when he caught you trying to hide how much you love the attention he gave you.

With that, Marc pulled you into him, wrapping you up in his arms "Go get some shut eye, troublemaker."

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bsd x gn!reader

How they met you/how you met them

Warnings:cuss words or cuss words in songs not all,suicide talk, (let me know if I missed anything)

Characters:Dazai,Chuuya,Ranpo,Poe,Kunikida,Jouno,Yosano

Word count:

Note:Dazai and Chuuya is when they were 15 and both in the Port Mafia

please read:I would like if you ask me first before posting my work if you don't st least give my credit thank you

Dazai Osamu

You have met Dazai in a mission you have heard of him before he was about two years older than you Mori your dad made you go to a mission with the suicide bandaged guy you didn't want to but you had to he talked to you and hoped on things while you walked during the mission he took a gun out and shot the last guy alive and there was everyone dead on the floor he wasn't bad after that you two just talked and your mom didn't like it she moved away from your dad and your dad didn't like it either but you and dazai ended up dating

Chuuya Nakahara

You met Chuuya or more like he met you your dad Mori has made it his job? To get you to meet Chuuya but you didn't want to you knew they both hated each other I mean by both I mean Dazai and Chuuya and your best friends with Dazai he was like a brother to you Chuuya met you in a mission you honestly needed help one of the guys had you against the wall choking you than Chuuya made the guy float up and you had fell to the ground and after that you and Chuuya got along Dazai and Chuuya didn't like it no but you and Chuuya were now dating

Ranpo Edogawa

You walked in the ADA's office you had some paper work for everyone you saw Ranpo looking at you and you looked at him you handed Dazai his but he just had to sign something where you worked the president had made it where everyone gets a bit of work about a mission or a case some had work and some had a paper to sign Ranpo and Dazai had a paper to sign dazai tried everything not to sign the paper you have now spent hours trying you than took ranpo's and asked him to sign the paper he than said "Hey Dazai look" Dazai looked and Ranpo signed the paper "it's that easy" ranpo talked to you giving you a break while Kunikida was hitting dazai trying to make him sign the papers ranpo than said let's hang out some time and you nodded and Kunikida said "here" and he showed you the paper with dazai name on it and dazai on the the floor with a pen in his hand you took it and said "thanks Kunikida" you waved bye to everyone but ranpo gave you his number and you both talked for a months and than ended up together

Poe Allan Edgar

You had to go to poe you heard of him but haven't met him you were going and there was a raccoon at the door you walked to it and he hoped on your head and pushed the door opened the door poe was writing a book you walked to him and said "poe right?" He looked at you and nodded you both talked than he started talking about ranpo you knew ranpo in fact you worked with the ADA so yea after a few months you and poe started dating tho he was shy but you loved that

Kunikida Doppo

you were on your way to the ADA's office to give ranpo his snacks you haven't met everyone in the ADA not even Kunikida when you walked in Kunikida and dazai were on it you walked past them and Kunikida looked at you and you looked at him you sewar you seen him blush you smiled and gave ranpo his sweets talking to him the president came and said "y/n I have a question" you looked at him you were by ranpo's desk you said "yes? What is it?" He said "you don't have a job do you?" You replied with no and than you said "well not really I mean I babysit but that is every two weeks or something so" he than said "Kunikida train her and maybe you can join us if you like" you replied with "okay thank you" and bowed and he left you heard Dazai say "oooooo is Kunikida is loooove?" You looked over to them and Kunikida smacked Dazai's face saying "SHUT UP DAZAI" you laughed and as the president said he did it went on for a few weeks and you got into the ADA and as months went by you and Kunikida were close and ended up dating

Jouno Saigiku

you haven't met Jouno yet you met a few othe people you knew who he was tho people have been telling you that you need to met him and things like that you didn't listen you dad would kill you if you met the guy the guys named 'Jouno Saigiku' he is part of the Hunting Dogs after you dad said not to you wanted to met him to see what all the fuss was about so you walked to where the Hunting Dogs office was and asked for him unfortunately he was busy and you had to wait a bit you sat down and hugged your knees and waited a long time he cane back and talked to some guy with black hair the guy pointed to you and Jouno walked to you and asked what you needed you looked at him and said your name was 'y/n l/n' he sat down next to you and said "oh I've heard some things about you" after a bit of talking he asked for your number and you gave it to him you both talked for a few months and started dating after a bit

Yosano Akiko

you had your leg hurt badly but luckily Dazai helped you to the ADA you saw everyone than Yosano came and said I got them from here Dazai and took your arm and brought you to the healing place you have lost a lot of blood she healed you and gave you something to eat and you both talked after a bit more like a few months you two started to date