#sub steven

[havensins]

Male reader deepthroating Steven Grant? Please? If you want ofc <3

this post from silas (@fatigueeed) really inspired this honestly.

anyways i think steven loves loves loves to suck dick. i genuinely think he has an oral fixation and because of that, he loves having your cock down his throat <3

i can just imagine steven begging to get his mouth on you, so wonderfully desperate. and then when you finally tell him yes, you make him do all the work. he has to do everything himself and as much as he loves sucking you off, he wants to be just a hole you can fuck into <33

he would look so pretty with his mouth stretched around your cock too. lips puffy n red, tears beading down his cheeks, big doe eyes blown wide… he just looks so thoroughly used.

i think he’d know everything that sets you off too? like the way he’d use his tongue to trace the tip, or trace the veins. he’d be prideful in how he made you sound too.

and i cant finish this ask without bringing up how steven would look absolutely wrecked and used, with cum on his lips, cheeks red and pupils blow out as he pulled off of your cock and asks, “was i good?”

[sabertoothwalrus]

Kakariko Village + an unreleased Steven Universe song

[lokischickadee]

SUB MOON BOYS>>>

[miguel-owhora]

i lied. anyways, have this small steven drabble :3

"Slow- ah! - down!" Despite Steven's attempts at getting you to slow down, you did anything but. Your claws gripped his knees to his chest, his pretty plump pussy on full display, and fuck, what a view it was. It stretched nicely around your cock, the sweet wet squelch sound bouncing off around his room as you all but fucked into him.

Not that he was complaining, of course not your little Steven. You knew he was a little slut, you knew it when you first met him, could feel his pheromones teasing you, fucking slut. The thought alone has you growling, sharp teeth clenched and drooling down your dark lip as you quickened the pace—somehow.

It ripped a loud squeal from Steven, who thrashed and cried out as he squirted, and your hold on him tightened as you pressed him deeper against the bed and deepened your thrusts. Your cock pounded into his sloppy cunt, ou could feel his gummy walls clenching around your cock, silently begging for your knot. Steven babbled underneath your larger form, his curly hair sticking to his scalp as he cried, so flushed and sweaty; you leaned down to lick at his tears. It was salty.

He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but all that came out was a sharp moan when you sharply jabbed your cock against his sweet spot. He looked exhausted—maybe getting fucked by a werewolf was what he needed to have a good night's rest.

[creamecafe]

I be saying, "I miss my man" and it's a fictional man either from a show in which a new season is yet to come, the show is over/cancelled or he's dead

[oddballwriter]

Slut Him Out

Summary: You and Steven partake in some kinky activities, with you edging him and making him degrade himself knowing that he gets off on it. But it turns out that Steven is wanting to play in some more action by being a brat.

Warnings: SMUT. BDSM and kinks involved such as dom/sub dynamic, brat play, brat discipline, bondage, hair pulling, degradation, name calling, edging, rough handling/manhandling, use of sex toys including a vibrator, cock ring, and gag (mentioned). Dom!reader and sub!brat!Steven. back on my bottom and kinky sub Steven propaganda again. There's also the implication that the reader and Jake also engage in dom/sub dynamics too.

Author’s Snip: I wanted to write for my proposal and idea that Steven should be allowed to be into more hard and degrading stuff with the idea of him being into some kinky stuff. Just because I've personally yet to see it and I feel like Jake and Marc shouldn't be the only ones who get to be a part of that. All this to say I want more bratty Steven. Let him be a brat.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 678

Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @sergeant102105 @ingoldthewizard

Honestly, despite the stereotype that nerds are all secretly the kinkiest people on the planet, when people looked at Steven Grant, no one could fathom the idea that he could partake in anything remotely kinky. He was socially awkward, timid, and if it weren't for the fact that you found all that charming about him and asked him out, and thus began dating, some would say he possibly had no game. Quite possibly even freeze up as soon as anything remotely sexual started happening around him.

But what they don't know is that Steven really is that stereotype but in a whole other way.

"Say it," you command him.

"I'm a...~" he breathes out, but he trails off.

"Come on. Don't tell me you can't string some words together. We haven't been going for that long," you tease him.

"I'm a desperate slut!~" he moans out.

You and Steven were sitting on the bed, you simply sat on the bed, fully clothed, pulling Steven's back against your chest. Of which, Steven was completely naked and sat on his knees with his hands bound behind his back. The hand that you weren't using to keep Steven flushed against you was reaching in front of him, jerking him off.

"There we go. That wasn't so hard. Was it?" you purr in his ear, but Steven only whimpers back.

You keep going for a while till Steven goes from whimpering to moaning, getting closer to coming with each stroke, but when he's almost there you stop dead in the middle of the action making him cry out and try thrusting his hips to get more. But you're quick to stop him by taking the hand you're using to hold him from his chest to his curls and tugging on them, making him moan embarrassingly loud.

"Ah-ah," you tut, "You know better than that," you scold him.

"Please. I need to come," Steven begs. "You said if I was good I could come," he says.

"And you said that I could make you come any way I wanted. But here you are being a brat and trying to get your way," you tell him.

"I'm not a brat!" he protests.

"You're sure acting like one." you taunt him.

"And you're being unfair," he bites back, "I want to come now." he whines, adding "You let Jake come when he wants, whenever you do this with him.".

You grab his chin and turn him to face you. "Maybe because Jake does as he's told and doesn't talk back," you tell Steven. "But if you keep talking back like that and you're getting the ring and vibe treatment and I'll leave you like that till you wanna behave," you warn him.

"No," Steven begs, "I got that last time, that's not fair," he whines.

"What's the word?" you ask. That's your version of asking for the safe word.

"Gatsby" he says. Go. You nod in response before continuing.

"I'll warn you one last time. You either stop being a brat or I'm getting the stuff," you order him.

"You're no fun," he grumbles.

"Now you're getting the gag too," you say as you push him forward onto the bed, the mattress of course breaking his fall onto his front. "It'll save us the noise complaint of you moaning like a whore." you add as you get up to retrieve the toys from their storage in a lower drawer across the room.

You're still able to see the bed in the corner of your vision as you stifle through all the things in the drawer. You can see Steven squirming and occasionally trying to fight against the rope binding his wrists, and whimpering and breathing heavily. But you know that they aren't noises of distress. As a matter of fact, you get the idea that he's trying to get off on his own to continue testing you.

You grab everything and walk back to the bed, "Last warning, Steven. You either stop and be good or I'll make you behave," you say.

"Make me then."

[erikftglitter]

Sorry [e.k] [two]

Erik is truly sorry. 2/3. [part one]

You felt your entire body shudder as Erik pulled up to the familiar black gate. You felt a small tingling inside of your stomach on the entire way here. You and Erik rarely argued so you were a bit anxious about what he had planned for tonight.

Erik is a natural dominant man. Prior to Erik, sure you had guys who could choke you, or make you feel good sometimes, but they were not the dominant that Erik was. Come to think of it that is probably why you two rarely argued. The last argument ended up with you crying on your knees as Erik fucked your face.

You felt the tip of his dick repeatedly slam to the back of your throat. Fresh tears were running down your cheeks but his movements did not halt. He knew your limit and this was not it. Maybe, just maybe, if you had not called him a “B.A.N” under your breath then you wouldn’t be in this predicament.

You were used to your previous unhealthy relationship and Erik stopped that shit once and for all. In the beginning he knew the small stuff that was clearly coming from a place of prior mistreatment. He was patient and that’s how you two ended up being together. However, what you said to him was not warranted and he wasn’t going to be sweet about it.

You didn’t know that he heard you until you heard his game console power off. Not pause but completely power off. You felt like a piece of tuna cornered by a shark. But you attempted to play it cool and simply ask, “what’s up?”

Erik shook his head and finally approached you and grabbed your hand tightly, leading you back to the living room area. You understood his urging and slowly got to your knees. Of course you’ve sucked his dick in this position many times before, but this was different. There wasn’t going to be any encouragement. He sat his arms up on the back of the couch and pulled his pants down.

“I’m a what sweetheart? Let me hear you say it on this dick since you so bold. And take that shirt off too.”

So here you were shirtless, titties bouncing, as Erik pushed your head further and further down his dick. Spit, tears, and slobber gathered all around his dick and you began to use your hands to stroke him as you sucked. No other man in the world would’ve had the upper hand to do this to you, but then there was Erik.

The tears this time were from embarrassment. You knew he didn’t play that so you had nobody else to blame. Almost as if he read your thoughts he spoke quick after. He fisted a good chunk of your hair to pull you off of him.

“We don’t do that shit. Okay?”

You nodded your head and even though you were a nasty mess, Erik still looked at you with those alluring eyes. This time you were the one to start it back up. You wanted to apologize for the error and the low moans coming from his mouth encouraged you to go on. He came soon afterwards with long ropes of cum lubricating the back of your throat and you swallowed it all.

“Get upstairs.”

The sound of the car doors unlocking stopped your flashback. You didn’t do anything wrong but your natural submission to Erik conflicted your feelings. Still, you didn’t open the door, as there’s a whole other story about what happened when you did that.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence to the his front door. He had to let your hand go in order to unlock the door and you frowned at the lack of warmth. That’s when it hit you. You loved Erik. Yeah you two were together for a little while and were committed to each other, but the sudden realization that you haven’t seen or felt his warmth for days troubled you.

“Come on.”

Erik’s voice stopped your thoughts and you reattached your hand to his. You glanced down your hands and back to your eyes. You couldn’t read his expression but you know that he read yours. Erik always knew what you wanted and how you felt, so this entire argument was his fault for being too stubborn to admit his wrongdoing. However, he was confident that after tonight you would forget all about it.

You walked to his bedroom and gasped at the rose pedals and flowers laid out. Heart shaped chocolate, wine, fresh fruit, and candy covered the bed. You felt your bottom lip begin to poke out and you knew the tears would soon follow. Erik watched you closely, stepping out of his shoes in the process.

You practically jumped into his arms and wrapped your legs around him. Your man. Your man. Your man.

“Don’t do that again. I was so worried about you!” You scolded in the midst of your tears. You patted your face in attempt not to drag your makeup down.

“I won’t baby and I’m sorry. There’s no excuse to make you sit up and worry about me. Not talking and seeing you for days hurt a nigga’s soul. We can’t be doing that shit.” His arms wrapped around you tightly. He’s just happy that he got his baby back. You had no clue the lengths he was going through just to make sure he was forgiven.

He softly placed you down in the one corner of the bed that wasn’t completely decorated. He bent down to give you a quick kiss before taking your heels and panties off. You felt the sudden cool breeze on your heat and began to squirm. He lifted the dress up and grunted once he finally seen what rightfully belonged to him.

This time Erik fell to his knees.

You could already feel the electrifying feeling in your spine as you waited on him to get closer. Erik did not fall restless so you knew that if he was going to apologize that you were gonna be here for a while.

In one motion you felt his thick lips place a kiss on your lips. You couldn’t help the moan that followed. Erik’s lips curled into a smile when he felt your body shudder. He used his hands to expose the skin of your clit and began to lick and suck on it. In a couple of minutes you were already a withering, squirting mess.

He was far from finished. “That’s one.” You heard him growl. Realization hit you that he was not leaving your legs until you got nine more out. By your second orgasm you began to cream. Erik’s tongue was lapping your clit over and over again and when you tried to push him away he tightened his grip on you.

Instead of allowing you to rest he pushed in two fingers and watched as your pussy opened up to them. He thrusted them upwards in the motion that he learned made your back arch and kissed your pussy lips as he did so. You were melting underneath him. Yelling out all types of obscenities. By orgasm four you squirted again, thanks to his fingers curling up repeatedly. He wasn’t satisfied even though he heard the screams leaving your mouth.

Again, this was your fault. You told him that you never came from oral sex once you two began dating and having open conversations. By the next day Erik had made you squirt all over his backseat. His detailer never asked any questions, but your face still flushed when Erik made you ride with him to pick the car up. “Look at how much he scrubbing. You soaked them seats mama.”

So every time that Erik ate you out he took it to the extreme. You were not allowed one or two orgasms. He praised you and that meant that you needed to cum on his tongue at least five times. But if he was counting then you can expect that number to double.

You looked down to see Erik’s eyes closed as he pushed you to your limit. His tongue darting in and out of your folds, arms keeping you still, and your clit was damn near swollen from the attention. You were never ignoring this man again. Your body jerked when you felt an unknown feeling at your entrance. That wasn’t daddy.

In a swift second the object began to vibrate and your body thrashed.

“E-Erik! I can’t!” You yell at him and he just smiles. Your body arching up to the vibrator thrusting in and out of you got his dick rock hard. He was enjoying the view.

“I’m just trying to say I’m sorry baby.” He said smugly. He knew that you were putty in his hands and he loved every second of it.

“Just cum one more time for me.” And you did just that. With two more thrusts from the white toy you were a mess. Nipples protruded, tears freshly falling down your face, and pussy completely drenched. You knew that Erik loved to eat your pussy but tonight had your thoughts so slurred that you weren’t making any sense.

“Now arch that back.”

[part three]

[runa-falls]

steven would cum untouched when you sit on his face<3 nd if you play with his tits he cries n moans into you<3

ANON WHAT 🤯 HOW R U IN MY MIND??? ok ok, i guessss i can take a break from wips and write a lil something....

awwww sad little hopeless stevie can't catch a break :(

NSFW [18+] under the cut (obviously):

completely bare and sprawled out on the bed, steven is thrumming with need. your eyes lower to drink in the delicious view of his cock twitching with desperation, cherry tip slowly dripping silky precum onto your pretty pink sheets.

he's been like this all night, throbbing for your mouth, your touch, anything, but you deny him. instead, you sit up against the headboard, thighs straddling his face, hungrily watching as he falls apart for you.

his cock bobs as he involuntarily bucks into the air, hopelessly seeking out any type of attention as he lasciviously sucks you into his mouth. you watch how his abs tense when you ghost a hand over his chest, how his whole body shakes from the mere feeling of your skin against his.

sometimes you forget how muscular your little stevie is. though it makes sense, he shares a body with marc: the man who uses the gym as his therapy.

steven drinks from you feverishly, making a complete mess of himself. he's drenched in your slick from his lips to his collarbones, but still, he begs for more, eagerly laving over your satiny lips, attempting to draw you to the edge.

his whines against your pussy quickly turn into whimpers and groans as you start to roll your hips over him. he loves it when you take control, when you use him to get off.

the mattress shifts under you with sharp movements as his thrusts get more aggressive -- more needy. steven is hopelessly fucking the air at the same pace as your hips roll over him.

as much as your body urges you to close your eyes and bask in the feeling of his mouth, you can't help but stare at the beautifully broken specimen under you.

you could argue that his moans against you are almost as enticing as his slick tongue, but it's the combination of the two that ignites your orgasm. he flicks over your clit and suckles until your head is thrown back and thighs are trembling around him.

you almost collapse on top of him as he groans deep vibrations against your pulsing clit, but you catch yourself, careful not to suffocate him (though you know he wouldn't mind it). your hands grip his chest for support and you find yourself softly digging your nails into his skin as you ride out your high, so overwhelmed by everything.

you don't expect the sharp cry that rips from his throat as you grind your cunt against his tongue or the stuttered gasps that follow, puffing sweetly against your slick skin. your eyes lazily open to see steven writhing on the sheets under you, cum splattered all over his stomach, cock glistening and still hard.

you sit up from his face, laying your flushed body over his to get a closer look. your finger delicately traces a sticky trail from his stomach to his cock before you wrap your hand around his shaft.

he throbs in your hand like he didn't get the memo that he came a mere minute ago. you squeeze and he yelps, desperately gripping your thighs to keep him from cumming again.

words slur from your lips, hoarse and dark.

"c'mon stevie, gimme another."

*throws this at you and runs away*

[hainethehero]

This scene will always get me.

Because Natasha is thinking like a spy. She turns to kiss him, says: "PDA makes people very uncomfortable," trying to explain quickly to Steve that it'll keep them hidden from Rumlow.

And Steve, like the total meatball he is, goes: "yes it does🥺"

And then when she kisses him, her eyes remain opened for most of it while Steve's eyes flutter shut. And it's not that he's into it because he's crushing on Nat, but it's the fact that kissing does not come easily to him. He's hardly had practice and is super shy about doing anything remotely sexual in nature. It's one of his most endearing qualities.

And the way Nat cups his jaw and her thumb strokes his face, like he's totally a submissive kisser. He'd let Nat (or Bucky, or Tony, or Bruce, or Clint, or Thor etc...) take the lead and kiss him stupid. And even after the kiss, his eyes follow her like a little puppy, desperate for more while she turns around to walk down the escalator. Ugh, he's such a bottom.

P.S. his lips are literally so red and plush in CATWS like.... it's not even funny. I'd imagine even the villains are desperate to feel them.

[beif0ngs]

am i doing the meme right

[alwaysmicado]

you’re safe with me

3.2k | 18+ MDNI | Steven Grant x f!reader

Warnings: D/s dynamic, Dom!reader/sub!Steven, soft domination, spanking, praise kink, body worship, handjob, so. much. love. Summary: After he’s had a bad day at work, you make sure to show Steven how loved and appreciated he is. A/N: My first Moon Knight fic! It’s been sitting in my drafts for half a year now (yeah, I know) and I’m finally ready to share it with you. It’s sweet and I’m so happy with how it turned out. Enjoy and let me know what you think! ♡ Dividers by the wonderful @cafekitsune.

The clattering of keys in the lock stirs you from your thoughts. Steven’s finally home.

The heavy sigh that follows the door creaking open tells you everything you need to know. You glance up from your book, your eyes meeting your boyfriend’s as he trudges into the apartment. His usually lively eyes are clouded, and the slumped shoulders reveal a weight that words alone can’t convey.

“Hey, love,” you greet him softly, setting your book aside. “Rough day?”

Steven drops his bag by the door and runs a hand through his disheveled hair. “You could say that, love,” he mutters, his accent thick with exhaustion. He plops down on the couch next to you, the cushion sinking under his weight. “Everything that could go wrong at the museum did. Everything. And Marc...well, Marc’s been particularly vocal today.”

You reach out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

He shakes his head, leaning back and closing his eyes. “Not really, love. I just...need a moment to breathe. I’m sorry.”

You watch him for a moment, taking in the lines of stress etched on his face. It’s clear he’s had one of those days where nothing goes right. He looks vulnerable, worn out. Your heart aches to see the man you love like this.

You’re about to ask if he would like a piece of the chocolate cake you baked this morning when a thought crosses your mind, and you wonder if it might help.

“Steven,” you say softly, your voice a gentle caress. “Do you want to...play tonight?”

His eyes flutter open, and a hint of a smile tugs at his lips. “I’d like that,” he admits sheepishly, a spark of hope flickering in his tired eyes. “If it’s not too much trouble, of course.”

“Never,” you assure him with a bright smile. “It’s never too much trouble for you.” You rise from the couch, offering him your hand. “Come on, let’s go to the bedroom.”

Steven takes your hand, allowing you to lead him. His hand in yours feels so right. 

The walk to the bedroom is silent, the air between you charged with anticipation. As you enter the room, you feel Steven’s grip tighten on your hand. You turn to him, noting the mixture of anxiety and excitement in his gaze.

“It’s okay, love,” you whisper, brushing a thumb over his knuckles. “You’re safe with me.”

He nods, a shiver running through him. You guide him to the bed, motioning for him to sit. He does so, looking up at you with those wide, earnest eyes that you adore so much.

“Strip,” you command softly, but firmly. “And kneel at the foot of the bed.”

Steven complies, his movements slow and deliberate. He undresses, folding his clothes neatly and placing them on the chair by the window. Then, he kneels, his posture straight but relaxed, awaiting your next instruction.

You walk around him, admiring the view. He’s beautiful, even when he’s feeling low. Especially when he’s feeling low, because it’s then that he trusts you the most. You run a hand through his hair, and he leans into your touch.

“You’ve had a hard day,” you say, your voice low and soothing. “Tell me what happened.”

He takes a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling. “Everything went wrong at the museum. I dropped a display, messed up the paperwork, and Donna...she was relentless. Marc’s been arguing with me all day, and I just...I feel like such a failure and like I can’t do anything right.”

You kneel in front of him, taking his face in your hands. “Steven, look at me.” He does, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. “You’re the best. You hear me? You’re wonderful, and you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

He tries to look away, but you hold him firm. “But I messed up,” he protests weakly. “I’m just...”

“Don’t,” you cut him off. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” You lean in, your soft lips brushing against his. “You’re so much more than you give yourself credit for.”

He swallows hard, nodding slightly. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good boy,” you praise him, seeing the faint blush that colors his cheeks. “Now, I want you to remember that tonight is about you. About making you feel good. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

You stand, walking over to the dresser. From the top drawer, you pull out a silk scarf and a leather paddle. Steven’s eyes widen at the sight, but he doesn’t protest. He trusts you, and that trust is something you’d never ever take lightly.

You return to him, the scarf dangling from your fingers. “Hands behind your back.”

He obeys, and you expertly tie his wrists together, the silk smooth against his skin. “This is to remind you that you’re in my care,” you explain. “That you can let go.”

You trail the paddle lightly over his back, making him shiver. “And this is for when you forget how amazing you are. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good.” You walk around him, your fingers brushing over his shoulders, his neck. “Now, tell me again what happened at the museum.”

Steven takes a deep breath. “I...I dropped a display. It shattered into a million pieces, and everyone looked at me like I was an idiot. It was humiliating and I completely froze.”

You nod, absorbing his words. “And what did you think when that happened?”

“I...I thought I was useless,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

The paddle comes down lightly on his backside, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Steven gasps, his body tensing.

“What did I say about speaking badly about yourself?”

“I’m sorry, Ma’am,” he breathes. “I’ll try to be better.”

You run a soothing hand over the spot you struck. “That’s all I ask, love.” You move in front of him again, lifting his chin so he meets your gaze. “You’re not useless, Steven. You’re human. We all make mistakes.”

He nods, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Thank you,” he murmurs.

You smile, leaning in to kiss him gently. “You’re welcome. Now, tell me more.”

Steven sighs deeply, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. “The paperwork,” he begins, his voice hesitant. “I was supposed to catalog a new shipment of artifacts, but I got the dates wrong. Donna found out and she... she was furious. She called me a bumbling idiot and that hiring me was the worst mistake she’s ever made. And I...I think she might be right.”

He lowers his gaze to the floor, ashamed. Your gaze, on the other hand, is fixed on his face, watching every single expression. You’re fuming, gripping the handle of the paddle so hard your knuckles turn white.

Nothing makes you angrier than anyone daring to dull the bright light in Steven’s eyes.

You quickly collect yourself, pushing away your immediate thoughts of getting Donna fired. This isn’t about you or your anger right now.

You lift the paddle, bringing it down firmly on his other butt cheek. He flinches, the sting a sharp reminder of your words. You immediately soothe his hot skin with your hand, your touch gentle and reassuring. Moving in front of him again, you lift his chin, ensuring he meets your eyes.

“Steven,” you say calmly. “She had no right to disrespect you like that. None. It’s completely normal to get things wrong, especially with something as complex as artifact cataloging. I’ve never met anyone as passionate and dedicated to their work, and everyone at that museum is lucky that you’re granting them the gift of your precious time and talent.”

“Thank you,” he whispers. “But I know I should’ve checked the dates twice and, and I didn’t…and now the museum has to pay an extra fee and it’s all because of me and–”

He can’t finish his sentence before you’ve struck the supple flesh of his perfect butt again, this time with vigor. The sharp crack of the paddle against his skin surprises you both. Steven gasps, his body jerking forward slightly, but his reaction is immediate and telling. A low moan escapes his lips, his muscles tensing and then relaxing as the sting spreads across his skin. His cock is hardening, the sight stirring up your own arousal.

You soothe the reddened area with a gentle hand, your voice firm but tender. “Baby, listen to me. Mistakes happen. You are not defined by them. The museum can handle an extra fee; no one died, it’s not the end of the world. What’s important is that you learn and move on.”

He shudders, nodding as he processes your words and the lingering sensation of the paddle. “Yes, Ma’am,” he breathes, his voice trembling with a mixture of arousal and gratitude.

“Good boy,” you praise, running your fingers through his hair. “Now, tell me about Marc. What did he do today?”

Steven takes a deep, steadying breath, trying to decide within seconds what to tell you. He can’t reveal the complete truth, not when it’s about…well, it’s about you. It’s about wanting to be with you forever. It’s about arguing over who will have the honor of asking you to marry them.

For weeks now, they’ve been debating the specifics of their proposal, your engagement ring patiently waiting, safely stashed behind a book on a shelf you can’t easily reach.

“He, uh,” Steven murmurs, “he’s been in my head all day, criticizing every little thing I do. I feel like he sometimes wishes he was alone, that he could be with you by himself, that he didn’t have to carry me around as well. And I...I don’t blame him”

You bring the paddle down with two firm strikes, and Steven’s moan is louder this time, filled with a mix of pain and pleasure. His body trembles with the intensity of his emotions, and you waste no time stepping in front of him, pulling his head towards your belly, and softly petting him.

“Steven,” you say, your voice gentle yet firm, “Marc is so grateful to have you. He tells me all the time. He knows how much I love you, and he would never want anything less for either of us. And Marc doesn’t carry you; you both support each other equally. You are kind, compassionate, and incredibly strong. Neither Marc nor I would want to be in this world without you.”

Steven’s breath hitches, his face pressed against your belly as he absorbs your words. You continue to stroke his hair, offering him the comfort and reassurance he needs. His body slowly relaxes, the tension easing as he lets your words sink in.

“I appreciate you so much, baby,” you continue, your hand never stopping its soothing motion. “You’re important, and you are loved.”

He nods, his voice a soft whisper against your shirt. “Thank you, Ma’am.”

“Good boy,” you coo, lifting his chin so he can see the sincerity in your eyes. “Now, tell me how that makes you feel.”

He swallows hard, his eyes glistening with emotion. “It makes me feel...valued. Loved. Like I’m not alone.”

“Good. ’Cause it’s all true,” you assure him, leaning down to press a lingering kiss on his warm lips. “Now, I think you deserve a reward. Would you like that, Steven?”

His eyes light up at that, a smile breaking through the remnants of his earlier gloom. “Yes, please,” he whispers. “Thank you, Ma’am.”

You caress his cheek and steal another kiss before smiling at him and straightening up.

“Kneel on the bed,” you say softly, walking to the end of the bed. “Get comfortable and face me.”

Steven complies, his movements fluid and trusting. He sits back on his heels in the middle of the bed, his eyes locked on yours, his cock twitching in anticipation.

Your eyes drop down to his cock, where a string of precum is currently making its way down onto the covers. You bite your lip at the sight.

“You’re leaking, baby.”

“Oh,” Steven murmurs as he looks down, his cheeks flushing. “I’m sorry.”

You sigh and roll your eyes demonstratively as you cross the room. “Don’t make me get the paddle again.”

Steven smirks. “Yes, Ma’am.”

You drag your standing floor-length mirror to the foot of the bed so Steven can see his reflection. His eyes widen slightly, but he stays still, waiting for your next instruction.

You move behind him on the bed, your hands caressing his body. “Look at yourself, Steven,” you whisper, your breath hot against his ear. “Look and see what I see.”

Your hands slide over his shoulders, your fingers tracing the defined muscles. “These shoulders, so strong and capable. They bear so much weight, and yet they remain steady.”

Steven nods, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “Yes, Ma’am.”

You move your hands down his arms, feeling the tension ease under your touch. “These arms, always ready to hold and protect. They’re beautiful, just like you.”

He swallows hard, meeting your gaze in the mirror. “Thank you,” he whispers.

You press a kiss to the nape of his neck. “My good boy,” you praise him. “Keep looking.”

Your hands travel down his back, tracing the curve of his spine. “This back, it’s strong and supportive. It carries so much, but it never breaks.”

Steven shivers under your touch, his breath hitching. “Yes, Ma’am."

You continue your journey, your hands gliding over his sides to his hips. “These hips, so perfectly shaped. So graceful on the dance floor and always bringing me so much pleasure.”

His cock twitches at that image and a soft moan escapes his lips as he nods, his eyes never leaving the mirror. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Your hands move lower, caressing his thighs. “These legs, they’re powerful and sturdy. They carry you through every challenge with unwavering determination. I admire that.”

Steven’s voice is barely audible as he whispers, “Yes, Ma’am.”

You move up again and pause, your hands resting on his lower belly. “And this,” you murmur, your fingers brushing over his skin. “This is where you carry so much of your tension, but it’s also where your strength lies.”

He shudders, his body responding to your touch. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Your hand slides down to his erect cock, wrapping around it gently. He gasps, his body tensing.

“Look at yourself, Steven,” you command softly. “See how beautiful you are.”

He meets your eyes in the mirror, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability. “Yes, Ma’am.”

You let go of his cock, and he can’t hold back a little whimper. Sensing his fear that you might not touch him again, you immediately lift your hand towards his mouth.

“Spit.”

Steven obeys without hesitation, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. A small bead of saliva drips from his lips onto your fingers, and you smile approvingly.

“Good boy,” you murmur, bringing your hand back to his cock. The added lubrication makes your touch smoother, more deliberate, and Steven shudders, his body responding to your control.

You start stroking him slowly from behind, your other hand caressing his shoulder blades. You kiss his shoulder, your lips brushing over his skin. “You are incredible, Steven,” you whisper in his ear. “So strong, so capable. I love you more than words can say.”

He moans softly, his body trembling. “Thank you,” he gasps. “I– I love you, too.”

“You’re not allowed to come until I tell you to,” you murmur, your strokes maintaining a slow, torturous rhythm. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he breathes, his voice strained.

You continue to stroke him, your hand firm and steady. “Tell me how amazing you are, Steven,” you whisper in his ear.

“I’m amazing,” he gasps, his body arching into your touch.

“Again,” you command softly, your lips brushing against his ear. “But this time, be specific. Tell me one thing you like about yourself.”

“I...I have a kind heart,” he stammers, his breath hitching.

“Good boy,” you whisper, your strokes maintaining their steady rhythm. “What else?”

“My...my intelligence,” he gasps, his body trembling.

“Very good, Steven,” you murmur, kissing his neck. “Keep going.”

“I...I’m dedicated,” he breathes, his voice growing more confident.

“Yes, you are,” you agree, your hand moving faster. “Tell me more.”

“I’m compassionate,” he moans.

“Wonderful, Steven. You’re doing so well.”

He shudders, his body on the edge. “Please,” he whispers, his voice desperate.

“One more time”, you instruct, your hand never faltering.

“I’m strong,” he cries out, his voice filled with conviction.

“Good boy,” you whisper. “Now, you may come.”

Steven’s body tenses, every muscle tightening as he teeters on the edge of release. His breaths come in ragged gasps, and with one final, shuddering moan, he comes hard. Ropes of cum spurt onto the bed, each wave of his orgasm rippling through his body like a powerful tide. His moans grow louder, a raw, primal sound of release and relief, filling the room with his pleasure.

You hold him close from behind, feeling the tremors of his climax echoing through your own body. Your arms wrap around him securely, grounding him as he rides out the intense waves of his high. His body jerks with each pulse, his cock twitching as the last spurts of cum spill onto the bed.

“I’m so proud of you,” you murmur, your lips brushing against his sweat-dampened shoulder. “I love you, Steven.”

His body slowly begins to relax, the tension ebbing away as the overwhelming pleasure recedes. He slumps against you, utterly spent, his breaths coming in deep, steadying gulps.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispers, his voice filled with gratitude and lingering pleasure. “I love you, too.”

You hold him for a moment longer, letting him bask in the afterglow before pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck and pulling away. You untie his wrists, massaging the slight indents the scarf left on his skin.

“How do you feel?” you ask.

“Better,” he admits, a dopey smile on his lips. “Lighter.”

“That’s good to hear,” you say softly. “Now, how about you go take a shower while I warm up dinner, hm? And think about what movie you wanna watch.”

He nods, his eyes shining with affection. “Yes, Ma’am.”

You watch him as he heads to the bathroom, a small smile on your lips. Once he’s gone, you clean up the bed and head to the kitchen. You warm up the dinner you prepared earlier, the comforting aroma filling the apartment.

When Steven emerges from the shower, he looks refreshed, his earlier stress completely melted away. He joins you in the living room, and you hand him his plate. 

“Did you decide on a movie?” you ask, settling down next to him.

He smiles, a genuine, relaxed smile. “How about that creepy robot movie you’ve been wanting me to watch with you?”

You chuckle, very pleased with his choice. “Sounds perfect.”

You eat together in front of the TV, the movie playing in the background. After dinner, you cuddle on the couch, holding him close and scratching his scalp gently. He sighs contentedly, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he murmurs softly. “For everything.”

You press a kiss to his temple, your heart swelling with love. “Always, Steven. I love you.”

Thank you for reading!

Let me know your thoughts & if you have any ideas/wishes for future fics. I’d love to hear from you! ♡

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[havensins]

omg but imagine bending ftm steven over his desk and just railing him PLEASE🙏

(also can I be 🦑 anon?)

(yes you can!) with this i can imagine that steven has finally gotten the job he’s wanted as tour guide! and he’s so happy and invites you into his new office and personal section of the museums.

of course the little tease didn’t have you there for purely innocent reasoning, he’d made that clear the moment he sat on your lap. “i think i deserve a reward..” he’d mumble softly as he grinds down on your thigh.

and you couldn’t argue with his logic, truly. that was how you ended up with steven bent over his new desk, slacks bunched down to his ankles with his button up shirt pressed up to his chest.

his lewd sounds of your pelvis smacking against the globes of his ass sounded around the small space and steven was glad he was tucked away from the rest of museum.

you have his hands pinned behind his back as you press him into a deep arch. the moment you change the pace of your movements to slow and deep, he loses it. guttural moans are torn from him, and his orgasm hits him out of no where.

his legs are twitching as the remnants of his cum drips down his thighs. he’s practically sobbing as he comes down from his high, and gasps sharply one’s he feels that your thrusts never relent. “your reward isn’t over yet, love, im going to make you cum until you can’t even think,” you grunt, and his mouth falls open pitifully to beg you for exactly that.

[pimosworld]

Bad days

Pairing- Steven grant x f!reader, hints of Marc and Jake x f!reader.

Summary- You help Steven relax and cure his bad day.

CW-18+,MDNI,NSFW, porn with a little plot, angst, fluff, Steven being unsure at first, oral m receiving, cum eating, slight sub Steven,Dom reader, Marc and Jake being teases and helpful because it’s them.

WK-2.4k

A/N- Making Steven feel good is like candy to me so I hope you enjoy this.

Not beta read

[Moon Knight Masterlist][Main Masterlist]

You set the groceries down to knock on the door to Stevens flat. You don’t hear any movement on the other side of the door for a few brief moments. You know Steven wasn’t always punctual but he never missed an opportunity for you to cook him dinner. 

It was a little nerve wracking at first taking over his job in the gift shop. He was promoted to tour guide at the museum but Donna insisted he train his replacement. 

Marc was annoyed in the beginning. How hard could it be to work in a gift shop? He knew Steven had been waiting for so long to be a tour guide and told him in so many words to tell Donna to shove off. Until you walked in.

  For once in his life Steven didn’t bumble his way through an introduction. You loved the way he cared so deeply for the regular patrons and cataloged all the items  in the gift shop. 

  He gave you a taweret plushie on your last day of training and couldn’t contain his excitement when you wrapped your arms around him as a thank you. 

  Ask her now

  It wasn’t often Jake made an appearance, but since you’ve come into the picture he was making himself more and more known. 

  He’s right, ask her

  It was a problem for Steven when Marc and Jake were getting along. He has yet to make his condition known to you, but he’s noticed you smirking when he’s talking out loud or having a stern conversation with his reflection in the glass of the gift shop. 

  “I was wondering if maybe…you’d like to go to dinner with me sometime?” 

  You said yes before he could even get the words out. 

  That was a few months ago. 

  ****

  Steven noticed you at the end of the hallway as the doors to the lift opened. 

  I told you to just give her a key hermano 

  Steven didn’t want to just hand you a key like Marc or Jake would. He wanted it to be special…he already had it made, he just needed an opportunity to present it to you. He’s been so busy with his promotion he’s barely had time for you. 

  You offered to cook him dinner and he couldn’t even bother to be on time for that. 

  He looks so tired, even from where you’re standing. You can tell he’s had a rough day and you’re determined to make it better. It’s not often the boys let you spoil them, always so concerned with your needs. 

  Steven had needs too…he just needed a gentle reminder. 

  ****

  “I’m sorry I’m so late, Love.” He pecks your lips as he drops some scrolls to the ground to fish out his keys. 

  “It’s okay Steven, I haven't been waiting long.” You bend over to pick up the groceries as he drops his keys. 

  “Oh bollocks, can’t even open my own door.” You try to grab his shoulder as he picks them up from the floor. He mutters something under his breath about being clumsy and your certain Marc or Jake aren’t helping. 

  “Steven, honey.” You wrap your arms around him as you slowly grab the keys. “Let me help you.” 

  Steven wants to protest but your hands are like magic covering his. He has to pinch himself everyday to remind himself he’s not dreaming, when it comes to you. Marc and Jake may give him a hard time but he never lets them forget that you were interested in him first. 

  He sighs into your touch as you slowly open the door. “You’re too good to me, you know that.” He scoops the groceries in one arm and the scrolls in the other. 

  “There’s no such thing as too good.” Your lips curve into a smile before you lean in and kiss him and he nearly drops everything in his arms. 

  “Why don’t you set that stuff down and get comfortable.” 

  He goes to protest but you place your finger on his lips. “Go wash off this awful day, change into something comfortable and relax.” You kiss him again a little deeper and longer, you can feel him sigh into it as you start to pull away. “I’m not taking no for an answer.” 

  I would do what she says if I were you. 

  He pinches himself before he heads off to the bathroom.

  ****

  Steven notes the delicious smell wafting through the flat as he pulls on his favorite jumper and sweatpants. Although he knows whenever he comments on how good it smells you always tell him it’s just garlic and onions. 

  You’re a picture of domestic perfection as you finish putting something in the oven. You wipe your hands on the small towel as you look up and smile at him. 

  His feet are rooted to the spot in the living room as you make your way towards him,you look like you want to devour more than just the food. The urge to look over his shoulder and make sure he’s the one you’re looking at is strong. 

  Your soft hand gently grabs his wrist as you pull him toward the couch. Perhaps Marc or Jake took control of his legs because he certainly doesn’t remember how he swiftly ended up seated with you on your knees in front of him. 

  The words are leaving your mouth but he can’t hear anything over the buzzing in his ears as you rub your hands up and down his legs. 

  “What did you say love?” You smirk and lean up, pulling his face to yours as your soft lips meet his. He could stay like this, just kissing you as he melts into the couch. The stress of the day pouring off him like the rain outside. 

  “I said…did you have a bad day?” You trail kisses along his jaw and nip at his earlobe as you wait for his answer. 

  “Yes.” It comes out as a confession, like he’s ashamed to admit that he has bad days doing his dream job.

  Your warm hands roam under his sweater along his chest and trail down as you hook your fingers in his waistband. His breathing is coming in too fast and he tries to calm himself down as your body brushes against the obvious tent in his sweats.

  “Do you want me to make it better?” It’s a whisper in his ear that he hears loud and clear as your hands wait for permission.

  Say yes Steven

Say yes Steven

  It must’ve been too long, because his head mates urge him to answer you before you change your mind. As if you ever would. 

  “Yes…please.” You chuckle at his rushed out response as if you can read his mind and know exactly what they’re saying. 

  It drives him a little bit wild that you’re giving him this attention. He was always a little more reserved than Marc and not as bold as Jake. He’s never been treated like this. The sole purpose of someone’s desires. 

  You tug a little on his pants and bite your lip. He lifts his hips to help you as you pull them down just enough to pool at his feet. He’s achingly hard as your hand reaches out to pump him a few times. 

  He bites down on his tongue to keep from coming at the first touch of you. It’s only been a few days and he’s already so desperate for anything you’ll give him. 

  The genuine look of enjoyment on your face as you stare at it like it’s an appetizer to a four course meal is something he’ll have to frame in his mind. 

  The feel of your hand is quickly replaced with your mouth as you slide down the length of him, your plush lips wrapped around his cock as you hum in approval. Finally provided the relief you both wanted. 

  He chokes back a moan as your tongue slides back up, slowly twirling around the tip. A drop of precum trails down the side and you tilt your head licking it up like an ice cream cone. Not wanting to waste a drop. 

  Fuck

  Your hands are on his legs again as you rub them in time with your head as you bob up and down, moaning around his cock sending chills up his spine. 

  You loved watching Steven let go. It was exhilarating that you could make someone come undone. The  dark look in his eyes is almost similar to Marc’s but you know by the noises coming from him and the way his hands grip the couch it’s your sweet Steven. 

  Put your hand on the back of her head

  “What?” He rasps out above you. 

  You come off with a pop and take in his unruly curls as the sweat forms on his furrowed brow. 

  “I didn’t say anything honey.” He stares blankly at you for a moment before he realizes he must’ve spoke out loud. 

  Idiota

  “Sorry love, you can keep going…if you want to—

  His rambling is cut short as you take him into your mouth again, not wasting a moment as your lips slide all the way down his cock. Your nose brushes the curls at the base and you gag a little. 

  “Sorry love…” Steven begins to apologize but you don’t seem to be stopping. 

  Listen to me and don’t say anything 

  Perhaps he should just listen to Marc, he’s never…well maybe not never, but he’s rarely led him astray. 

  Put your hand on the back of her head and Gently…go with her movements. 

  You glance up at Steven who nods his head as he places his hand on the back of yours. He’s looking at you with those puppy dog eyes like he’s asking for permission to do what you’ve been wanting this whole time. Enjoy it. 

  You hollow out your cheeks and pull him in deeper as he audibly moans a little louder. His nails scratch lightly at your scalp as he pushes you down a little further. His bold movements turn you on even more than you were before. You breathe through your nose and push past the burning in your lungs to stay on the edge of his pleasure for a little longer. 

  “You’re perfect, you know that?” He mostly says it to himself as you whine your response because you can't really answer at the moment. Not verbally at least. 

  You know you probably look a mess as your mascara runs down your cheeks and the drool pools outside your mouth as he takes what he wants. Except he’s looking at you like you hung the moon as his free hand swipes a stray tear from the corner of your eye. 

  It feels like he’s in the duwat again the way he’s floating between this reality and the next. He struggles to keep his eyes on you as he throws his head back against the couch finally relinquishing all control he had over his emotions. 

  The sounds of your mouth and the muttering of praises are all he can focus on as the familiar feeling starts to creep up his back and infiltrate his brain. 

  You can feel his legs tense beneath your hands as the grip in your hair tightens instinctually. 

  “I’m…im close love, you don’t have to.” 

  Cállate y déjale

  “It’s okay Steven, you can let go.” You half pant out as you resume before he can protest. 

  You place your hand on top of his and urge him on as he curses under his breath. His hips stutter slightly as he feels himself let go, spilling hot ropes of come into your mouth. You don’t let up as you swallow every drop until he’s boneless beneath you. His cock twitches slightly as you come off, slowly catching your breath. His hand drops to the couch with a thud as you raise up next to him and brush his curls out of his face. 

  The redness on his neck dissipates with every breath that he takes in. He may have been close to passing out if you hadn’t stopped soon. 

  “That was…incredible.” He half whispers to himself and you chuckle into his neck as you place soft kisses to his sweaty skin. 

  “I’m glad I could help.” 

  The timer on the oven beeps bringing your attention back to the dinner you started when you told him to relax. 

  “Ooohh, the lasagna is done.I hope you’re hungry.” You bounce up off the couch as he stands and pulls his sweats back on. 

  He feels like he ran a marathon and food sounds delightful at the moment. 

  “You made my favorite?” It’s said as more of a question than a statement as he watches you move around his kitchen like you’ve been here all your life. 

  “I made two actually.” You cut into one and place a serving on each of your plates. “Vegan and meat sauce. I’ll mark them for you so you know which is which.” 

  I love her 

Ella es perfecta

  You lick the sauce off your finger and he’s brought back to what you just did for him on the couch. 

  “I have something for you love.” Steven heads to the room briefly and digs through his jacket pocket before he finds it. 

  He sheepishly returns to the kitchen island where you’re digging into your smaller portion of lasagna. He’s trying  to rid his head of these thoughts for a second as you make the same noises from before as you savor your food. 

  His hand shakily slides the key towards you and you set your fork down to pick it up. The beautiful brass key looks so big in your delicate hands. 

  “Is this my prize?” You ask with a mischievous glint in your eye. 

  Smooth

  “Oh no…I’ve been meaning to give it to you for a while. I didn’t plan it this way…it was supposed to be special and well…”

  “Shhh. Steven, relax, I'm just joking.” He eases a little at your words, knowing you’re just teasing him. You and Jake had that down better than he or Marc ever could. “I love it honey, thank you for trusting me with this.” 

  You lean in and place a kiss to his cheek, shorter than he would care for. He never wants you to stop touching him if he could help it. 

  “Eat up, before it gets cold.” 

  Before I take the body and eat my own

No me parece 

  He eats while they bicker, not wanting to waste another precious moment with you. 

  ****

  Your phone buzzes in your pocket as you stare out the window of the bus on the way home from work. 

  Steven: where are you love?

      On the bus I just left work, how was your day?

  Steven: It was quite dreadful 

           I’ll be home soon to make it better 

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[xynoford]

WE TALKIN BOUT FTM STEVEN GRANT. steven grant who will rub himself on anything to get rid of the itch inside but only you can get rid of it and overestimating him to really make sure its gone.-🥭

OHHH YES

He'd just rub his pretty cunt all over the furniture like the couch nd the table. But there's just an itch that he can't scratch and it almost made him go mad. He doesn't have a dildo or anything. And he can't tell you either, he's to embarassed to do so. You and him never talked about being intimate. You just thought he wasn't ready for that kind of talk yet and never pushed it but he couldn't get it out of his head. It was just eating him from the inside.

And when he finally had the courage to ask you about it he was so embarassed. It felt like something that is a taboo topic for him. He never really had sex before and never got the birds n bees talk considering his family situation. But he just couldn't resist anymore and asked you for help. You were glad he came to you.

First you eased him into it, slowly and genly stretching him out and fingering him, treating him like fine china. Circling his clit while kissing his neck made him puddy in your grasp. You decided that making him cum with your hands first was the way to go so you spent minutes teasing him and toying with him. At the end he came with an almost girlish whimper before collapsing completely into your arms.

Having waited a few seconds for him to calm down, you manhandle him to a position which required his back to be on the bed. He let out a few confused grunts but let you lead him. When you decided that he was ready you started to ease yourself into him slowly. He was a loud one for sure letting out beautiful whines and whimpers all over the place which resulted in you kissing him to keep your neighbours' peace. He was tight for sure and he kept squeezing his insides out of excitement but his moves relaxed after you started rubbing his cock again.

When you were completely inside you waited a few minutes for him to get comfortable with the feeling. When he decided he was ready he told you to sternly, which is out of character for him, to move. You then started pumping in and out of him making him moan loudly. Him being sensitive from his first orgasm, he didnt last very long in this one."I'm gonna cum, gonna cum please" he chanted out in an angelic tone. You quickened your actions and were reminded that you were getting close to cumming. "Where do you want it?" you asked him. "In, please in me all of it" he moaned. Reaching his climax when you pumped your load in him was toe curling for him. It was the first time you heard him curse. He should've asked this earlier.

[miguel-owhora]

hngfhf thinking about steven sucking your dick 😵‍💫 he'd be so flustered and shy, but my god does he have a mouth on him. slowly wiggling his hips, side to side, his pussy leaking inside his pants as he mouths away at your balls. they're heavy and firm, and his mouth waters at the musk. letting his spit dribble down your length as he presses kisses to your balls, his hand wrapped around your cock and slowly jerking it off.

maybe he'll even make eye contact as he licks a flat stripe up your length, lick away at an angry vein and wrap his mouth around your cockhead. he'll look away after that, suddenly embarrassed and aware of what he's doing—until you reach down and card your fingers through his hair. curl them and gently scratch at his scalp, mutter a "good boy" underneath your breath and fuck, it has steven squeezing his thighs and slip into subspace.

[ruegoreos]

some of my personal intimacy headcannons for my beloved moonboys <33

TW: mentions of sex, pet names, use of the word slut, fluff (let me know if i missed any <3)

Notes: these are just personal headcannons i have of the boys, personal opinions.

-----------------------------------MARC------------------------------------

despite marc being pretty reserved and dominant by nature, he likes to be held while sleeping or cuddling. He prefers being face to face with his arms around your back and his face buried in your chest. Or lying on top of you. That was always good too. His face resting in your neck, his body splayed out above yours, your fingertips along his back. He'd be asleep in three seconds.

marc enjoys a good fuck just as much as the next person. He loves to pin you down and take what he wants, making you scream his name until the neighbors know it. But he prefers soft sex, actually. He'd rather take you in a slow missionary filled with gentle kisses and soft, praising whispers. He'd call you "baby", " good girl/boy", "sweetheart."

aftercare was always marcs job. He'd bring you a warm, damp towel to clean you up, tea for your throat, and he'd put on your favorite movie while massaging the sore parts of your body. And if you wanted some alone time after, that was okay too.

----------------------------------STEVEN----------------------------------

steven, steven, steven. Sweet angel baby steven. He cuddled you every chance he got. In bed, on the sofa, on the train, anywhere. He'd wrap his arms around you, hold you close, and melt into your body. His face would disappear in your neck, and he'd be out like a light.

sex with steven was always gentle and slow. Unless he asked for otherwise. Steven liked you above him, liked you to take control and dominate him. He appreciated and welcomed praise, going absolutely bonkers for a "good boy" or "atta boy". Other times, however, when Steven is feeling extra horny, he'd beg and plead you to peg him. The feeling of being filled completely, the delicious stretch of your dildo, made him crave you even more.

Aftersex was a two way street with Steven. Of course, he'd shower you with gentle attention, making sure you were okay, possibly making you tea or bringing you whatever snacks you wanted. But he also enjoyed getting taken care of too.

-------------------------------------JAKE-----------------------------------

Jake was a spooner. He refused any other type of cuddles. If you weren't in his arms, your back up against his chest, he'd throw a fit. He slept like a ton of bricks too, his body motionless and heavy. His arms would latch around your torso, his legs intertwined with yours, his face buried in the nape of your neck. And he wouldn't let you go until he was awake.

oh boy. Jake liked it rough. He always did. Slow missionary? No. Your legs would be over his shoulders, one of his hands pinning both of yours above your head as he pounded into you. Soft cowgirl? No. Jake would hold onto your hip, slamming you down onto him like there was no tomorrow. But his favorite, oh his favorite was doggy style. Nothing turned him on more than seeing you on your hands and knees for him, your pretty little hole begging to be filled. He'd call you "amor", "cielo", "my slut", "dirty girl/boy".

aftercare? Aftercare was sleep. Jake would turn on some soft Spanish music, turn off the lights, pull you close in the afterglow, and sleep. He'd sing you to sleep sometimes, his voice a smooth yet raspy melody as he whispered in Spanish. And once he woke up from his nap, he'd take you all over again.

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