mcusua

[mcusua]

hooked on her flesh

ok ok I made this on a whim after I remembered why younger me would've died for a vampire...

MINORS DNI

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f!reader

race not specified, but *not* white

reader is a bit fucked up in the head, evidently

overstimulation, oral sex (f!receiving), dacriphylia if you squint, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, monster fucking (duh), remmick in vampire form more than ‘human’, typical vampire dillydallying (mental manipulation, invitation, smell), praise kink & use of pet names, some blood play, spit (like lots), outdoors fuck (kinda). he’s nasty and we love it. i’m too lazy for uppercases

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21st june, 1930

your life had been monotonous and boring for the most part. born to your poor family, in a torn apart world where your place wasn’t desired. you had lost your mother as an infant, and your father did little to raise you, so you were on your own since forever. years had passed and he never got over your mother’s death, and alcoholism had taken the man you used to barely know. it wasn’t strange, you had seen it many other times with many men near you. you had been married off to one of your father’s friends’ son. it could’ve been worse you kept telling yourself, it could’ve been with one of his friends, as any way would’ve brought the money he desperately needed to fix the house. it could’ve been worse, he could’ve found you attractive or pure enough and want to ‘consummate’ the marriage, yet he was too busy going after other women, paler, whiter women, in town, never home and reeking of cheap illegal liquor whenever he came back, to that little ran down cottage he had you living in. and you didn’t really care, for the most part. It could’ve been worse. but sometimes, like today, it couldn’t. It was the fifth night in a row that you spent on your own, and it gets lonely… in more than one way. yes, you wouldn’t really want to fuck your husband but sometimes, it felt like your body demanded it, just not from him.

you threw a very simple shawl over your shoulders, one that you had made yourself from an old dress you’d never worn, so that the slight night breeze wouldn’t cause you to shiver. barefooted, you walked out of your house and sat down on a small patch of grass near an old tree. you put your knees up, circling them with your arms and sighed. the moon was pretty, shining bright and pale over the horizon, the slight dew clinging to the leaves of grass like a lover caught up in a woman’s sweet embrace. you could not think, your mind was hazy and your thoughts seemed to be mushy, more than usual, and all but a lingering warning from some people rounding them: never leave your house at night in the woods. you thought of it to be stupid, something to keep the kids inside and scared so that they wouldn’t get lost in the immensity of the world, but paranoia was getting the best of you. the sound of the tree leaves dancing with the wind, the imminent threat of a wild animal appearing or the warnings being actually true. you shook your head, trying to convince yourself that you were an adult, a rational one, that was not going to be taken away by such stupid ideas. it was a nice summer night and you were there to look at the moon, relax and clear your mind, to try not to feel as dirty as you did for the constant thoughts of someone fucking the absolute living daylights out of you.

‘hey darl’n, what you doin’ all alone?’ you heard and your head snapped towards the sound of that voice. it was a man, leaned against his side on the tree near you. you couldn’t see his face, just the silhouette of his body. it freaked you out, definitely, you didn’t hear him approach you nor knew him, which caused you to back out immediately, yet not standing up. ‘aye, aye, easy, easy… ‘m not here to hurt ye’ he said again, thick accent marked his words. you would be lying if you said you weren’t curious, but the primal instinct of feeling like a prey was overpowering your curiosity. you saw him put up his hands, as if to show he meant no harm. ‘just curious ye know? ‘m guessing that o’er there’s yer house’ he said, hands still up and pointing towards it. you nodded, almost in a weird trance, while slightly backing away once more, which he clearly took notice of. he did not move an inch, standing completely still as if to show you that he was indeed harmless.

‘who are you?’ you asked ‘and what do you want?’

‘remmick. and i dunno, some company’ he said and you knew from the change in his voice that he was probably smiling.

‘there’s a brothel in town if that’s what you mean’ you responded, and for some reason you knew it wasn’t a good idea to take your eyes off of him, so you kept staring at the moonlit figure.

‘oh, darlin’, no, never. just want a little chat with a nice lady like ye.’ he said, now coming slightly forward, just enough so you could see his face. yeah, you couldn’t lie to yourself, he was a fine man, and your head (or your body) was really fast in letting you know that you liked what you saw, as your thighs pressed together immediately. you shook your head before he noticed, trying to pass it off as simply denying that ‘chat’, and you quickly got up, cleaning the skirt of your nightgown with your hands and walked away, yet never letting your eyes drift away from the man. yeah, you wouldn’t want to be attacked from behind. however, he stood still, watching you enter your house.

remmick sighed, such a pretty little thing and you ran away from him, smart enough as to not turn your back to him. as if your body wasn’t calling for him just moments ago, as if you weren’t in such desperate need it made you feel like a bitch in heat. yet, it seemed luck hadn’t fully abandoned him, as he took notice of your shawl on the ground, which made him smile. he walked to it and picked it up, taking a good whiff of your scent on it; sweet, almost like butter cookies, mixed with wood and something he couldn’t quite grasp. but it smelled way too good. it got him feeling borderline feral, animalistic as to when he needs to feed desperately, but in a different way. he was hungry, not for your blood, but your flesh. tender, soft and alive, something he hadn’t tasted in many, many years. he caught himself yearning for the warmth of your body, of the thick thighs he barely even caught a glimpse of, of your dark hair and the ever so slightly temperature on your cheeks once he was done with you, he longed to see your living eyes dazed and clouded by him, to hear your voice saying his name like a prayer over and over. remmick chuckled to himself, he knew he was going to get you after he saw your thighs clenching together, and now in his hands laid the opportunity to do so.

you closed your door quite fast and then moved to the side, where the rifle your husband kept laid. however, curiosity killed the cat, and before you could realize it, you were looking through the window, and saw him approach you, shawl in hand. ‘fuck’ you muttered to yourself, not even having realized that you have left it there. you moved away from the window until you heard a gentle knock on your door. you sighed, you knew he probably had seen you and, well, he knew you were there. in any case, you thought, you had the rifle right next to your hand. you opened the door and found him leaning against the doorway. ‘hey, lassie, ye forgot this out there’ he said, holding your shawl in his right hand. now you could take a much clearer look at him. gentle yet sharp gestures with eyes that were hard to decipher, a dark blue that promised danger. the chain around his neck, his slightly opened button up that let the wifebeater underneath show just enough. ‘let me in, will ye?’ he pleaded, a slight side smile on his lips, sharp teeth peeking through, while his eyes seemed to scan your body and take it all in. your nightgown wasn’t exactly that long, you had had it for years at this point and you had to cut it in several occasions to keep the hems from falling apart and damaging the whole thing. when he looked up again, his eyes looked filled with lust and need. you knew what that look was, and you would be lying if you said that the man didn’t make your cunt call for attention, but you weren’t going to let temptation take you that easily.

‘thanks, but no, i can’t let you in.’ you said, reaching for the shawl. remmick moved his hand away, which made you look at him.

‘oh, c’mon, baby… either that or gift me some of yer time. such a pretty lady with a wedding band on her finger, all alone… i know you want to… i know that your body is lonely.’ and he wasn’t wrong. you did want him, and for your body it was evident, yet you still tried to resist to it. it surprised you, though, how observant he was, how he knew you were alone in that house and how you would’ve thrown that brass wedding band into the lake if it meant a man, him, specifically, would melt your brain with a good fuck.

‘do i get anything in return other than the shawl, then? because it’s only you getting something out of this, not me.’ and as soon as those words left your mouth, you copied his stance, leaned against the doorframe, still inside your house, with your arms crossed. he smirked, again, and you could’ve sworn those teeth of his were sharper than before. still, it left you enchanted. you knew you had always liked the non-human, the almost monster part of humanity. and here he was, representing everything that made wetness pool between your legs. and he knew. he smelled it and it was driving him crazy how you weren’t letting him in your house. he wouldn’t have bitten you, well at least not yet, as he needed to eat you out until you melted on his mouth, until no taste other than yours was on his tongue.

‘do ye want something in return? yeah… i can give ye something in return… just let me in’ he said, pleading and looking up at you with puppy eyes to try to convince you, yet he looked like a starved madman and you were the only person that would satisfy him. you bit your lower lip, yeah it would be 100 times easier to let him into your home, but you shook your head, slightly smiling at him, teasing. alarms were ringing in your head, myths of bad spirits not being able to come inside your house without your explicit consent, yet he had bewitched you and you could not care about all that. remmick had you giggling and almost blushing, you saw the hunger in his eyes and you were loosing it second by second, each breath closer to giving in to him. so maybe if you both just stayed outside, nothing would happen. maybe he would shy away. sadly, or luckily, for you, that was not the case with remmick. he needed you, needed to feel you on his body like yours was calling to him.

‘what if i come out there? do i still get that something, whatever it is?’ you asked trying to act as if you weren’t desperate for this irishman, but it was to no avail. you had already fallen head over heels and you knew that sooner than later he’d get you to do what he wanted.

‘oh, yeah… yeah, of course, baby. wouldn’t want to leave such a beautiful woman unattended and without what she deserves, aye?’ he said, his voice dripping honey as he spoke and his eyes glowing with need. he knew how to get his way, he knew how to get to you and make your cunt clench around nothing. the way remmick spoke, how he looked at you and how his body looked under the pale moonlight was making you dizzy with lust. you only bit your lip again, letting only your head peek out of your door. at this point, you couldn’t fight it anymore, you wanted the stranger in front of you, nothing else.

‘yeah, that’s it… good girl’ remmick said once he was able to touch you, his voice lower than before, and he smiled, holding your chin with his thumb and index fingers which sent shivers down your spine, and he felt it. he threw your shawl to the floor, using his now free hand to trace your neck. cold but gentle, his touch slid through your jaw and moved slowly, very slowly, to your lips. ‘open wide, darl.’ he muttered, letting his two middle fingers invade your mouth. you sucked on them, watching how his lips curled upwards in a smile, staring into your eyes through his thick eyelashes, nodding. ‘what a good girl ye are, huh?’ he said, voice low, almost like a growl, fucking your mouth with his fingers before taking them out.

you took notice of the drool on the side of his lips, and before you could realize what you were doing, your tongue made contact with his skin, lapping up the spit and swallowing it. you didn’t know what had taken over you, but remmick loved it. such closeness to him was enough for his hands to find your shoulders, fingers slightly digging into your naked skin to move you as if you were weightless, now having your entire body out of your house. ‘yer a little freak… i liked that.’ he said, his hands wandering everywhere in your body right before his mouth clashed against yours. a hot, wet kiss that was instantly met with low moans from your part, which did nothing but make him feel even more feral and needy than before. quickly enough, his right hand found the hem of your nightgown and pulled it towards your hips. his mouth was still working on yours, his tongue trying to get as much of you as was possible, his hand grabbing fistfuls of your ass. remmick made your back hit the wall behind you two, and just then both of his hands yanked your underwear and you kicked it god knows where. ‘let me taste ye, love…’ he pleaded, his lips so close to your ear, while his mouth moved to your neck. he smelled your scent, felt your pulse on your skin and the warmth of your blood underneath. it was making him go insane. he licked it, long and steady movements that felt as if he was marking you. remmick kissed your neck, wet and borderline feral compared to his previos behavior, and even started to give small bites as one of his hands climbed up to your hair, pulling it ever so slightly to move your head to the opposite side, to give him more access to your bare neck. that made the prettiest little sounds come out of your mouth, which only increased how crazy he felt over you. meanwhile, his other hand was moving up and down your thigh, nails lightly scratching your plush flesh while his fingers came dangerously close to your cunt. you couldn’t say anything, too entranced with the touch of his fingers, with how his hands seemed to be everywhere in your body yet it wasn't enough for you. however, you were only holding onto his body, your hands wandering between his hair and his neck, not because you were shy or didn't want to touch him, but because his simple acts were already making a pretty mess of you.

your hands found his shoulders again, trying to support yourself, holding onto him for dear life as his grip on your hair loosened and his hand went straight to one of your breasts, kneading the flesh and rubbing your nipple over the thin fabric with his fingers. that alone made you moan and throw your head backwards, spreading your thighs just a bit so that he could have access to more of you. 'aye, that's it, baby...' he muttered and you saw how slowly he dropped to his knees in front of you, quite literally drooling for you, with a smile so devilish it made your knees weak. remmick took notice of it, his hands supporting the back of your thighs, which he knew you would need. 'will ye let me taste ye, darling?' he asked, while his lips pressed soft, wet kisses along your legs, over the fabric of your nightgown, looking up at you. you could’ve sworn you saw a hint of deep scarlet reflect on them, but you were too lost in his gentle actions to even care. you nodded, as words got caught up in your throat and turned into mewls and soft moans. with your approval, one of his hands moved to the front of your leg, lifting your skirt painfully slow while placing kisses and soft bites all along your thigh, which caused you to immediately take ahold of his hair, tangling your fingers in it. ‘greedy, greedy girl.’ he said, with that thick accent of his while his face got dangerously close to your cunt. your head moved backwards, touching the wall behind you as soon as he used his tongue to lick your slit, long and steady. he was starved, drool was dripping from the corners of his mouth to his neck, but he wanted to taste you first.

his tongue was working wonders on you, the sounds that left your mouth were nothing but music to his ears. his hand went back to the back of your thigh again, now both grabbing your ass and pushing you more into his face, and you could’ve sworn his nails were sharper. you didn’t really care, as all it did was make you even wetter, especially when he was eating you out as if you were the only thing that could satiate such primal hunger. ‘r-remmick…’ you moaned, louder than before, as soon as his tongue started circling your clit steadily and consistently, making you see stars of pleasure that kept making your knees weaker. he smirked, hearing his name falling from your lips in such sinful manner was making him go crazy. he gave your ass a soft spank, and separating from such bliss for a split second to look up at you, and this time you were able to see him truly. sharp fangs on his mouth, crazed scarlet eyes and your slick on his chin mixed with his drool. it was somehow the most aroused you had ever been in your entire life, and for some reason you were sure he was able to smell that on you. oh yeah, that definitely did wonders for you as all you could do was grind against him to gain a little bit of contact again, your cunt aching for him.

‘like what ye see?’ he asked, borderline sarcastically, before putting his mouth to work again. all you could do was try your best to say yes, but it turned into a long moan as soon as his tongue found his way into your cunt, fucking you in and out while, as one of his hands made sure to hold both your thighs, the other one found your clit and started rubbing it, fast. your eyes rolled back, and the fingers you kept on his hair started pulling it, trying to get his face as close to you as you needed him. he hummed, content, as your hips buckled front to ride his face however you could. ‘so good… so, so good…’ he muttered, his face buried between your legs and his voice sending soft vibrations to your clit. he switched the roles of his hand and tongue, inserting one finger first, slow. the sudden intrusion made you moan, again, as his name came out in soft whimpers, while his tongue played with your clit in such godly manner. he once again separated his face from you, looking up to see how your body reacted to him, how your face was wicked with pleasure and how your free hand was on your breast. ‘gonna stretch ye out real nice, darl’n… wouldn’t wanna break this pretty thing ye got down here…’ he said, just as his second finger entered you, making your eyes roll back once again. you felt the familiar knot forming on your lower stomach and your walls clenching around remmick’s fingers, which made him smile. he got up, now his thumb finding your clit and circling it rapidly, as his fingers thrusted into you. ‘c’mon, be a good girl.’ he whispered in your ear, biting and licking it, this time you were sure he had drawn blood, while your breath became more and more erratic. he kept on kissing your neck and shoulder, as you got closer and closer, and right just before you came, he fell to his knees again, his mouth sucking your cunt as if to eat you whole. he wanted to taste you, he needed to feel your scent on his tongue forever, you were the most sweetest honey he had ever tasted. it took you less than ten seconds to come absolutely undone on his fingers and mouth, holding his hair with both of your hands as your body spasmed out of your control. your eyes were blank and your legs trembled, and you were sure that if it wasn’t for the extremely strong grip his arm had around your upper thighs, you would’ve fallen to the ground instantly.

he made sure to hold you while you came down from such euphoric high, his fingers relaxing their thrusts until they rested inside of you, feeling your pulsating and warm walls wet his digits, all the way to the middle of his hand. once your breath became somewhat normal, you looked down to him once more, still looking as monstrous as before, but this time with the most satisfied grin you’d ever seen on a man. ‘ye made a great mess… look how wet ye are… would be a shame to waste it’ he said, looking at you with scarlet eyes full of hunger, and not even half a second later, his fingers started moving again, at a relentless pace that made you moan loudly. your hands were pulling his hair, meanwhile your body tried to decide if it wanted more or if the overstimulation was too much. he curved his fingers, finding that spongy spot inside of you that was now more sensitive than ever, causing you to moan his name loudly enough that, if you had any neighbors, you were sure you would’ve woken all of them up. this caused you to cover your mouth with one of your hands, while the other one kept tugging at his hair and entangling your fingers on it, between pushing his face closer to your cunt and moving it away. you were feeling so good that your eyes started to tear up, not knowing any other word other than his name, which you kept repeating and he kept wanting to hear, but not muffled. ‘oh. no, no, no… none of covering your pretty lips, none of that.’ he said, pulling your arm so that you wouldn’t be covering your mouth. he wanted to hear you and wanted you to hear yourself. there was something so arousing, to him, about you feeling ashamed of your own noises, of how filthy he was making you feel.

‘oh, c’mon, pretty baby, i know ye got another one in ye. let loose.’ he insisted, looking up at you and seeing how your tears were rolling down your eyes. he stood up, never stopping the crazed movement of his fingers inside you, and licked one of your tears. ‘mhm. sweet, just like the rest of you.’ you found that incredibly hot, and with seeing him in the pale full moonlight, his lips and chin glistening with the mixture of fluids, dazed scarlet eyes that stared at you as if you were the most desirable thing on earth and fangs that did nothing but arouse you more, soon enough you felt another orgasm approaching, rapidly. you moved one of your hands to his shoulder, your nails digging deep into his skin as his fingers fucked you. he picked up the pace, as if that was even possible, permanently touching that soft spot inside of you, making you cum on his fingers once more. this time you felt your entire body spasm while simultaneously going limp on his arms, your vision completely blurred as you dug your nails in his shoulder and scalp. the noises that came out of your mouth made him feel insane, as if he had never felt such ecstasy, which resulted in him biting, lightly, into your shoulder. it didn’t feel like fangs, yet his teeth were sharp, so you guessed he was controlling himself. and he was. he didn’t want to turn you, at least, not until his cock was buried deep inside of you and he felt your heartbeat through your walls. you laid your head on his shoulders, trying to recover from that mind-shattering orgasm that had left you completely to his will, your body felt weak and drained. but you wanted more.

‘what a messy girl…’ he whispered, a cocky smile on his face, finally taking his fingers out of you, making you suddenly feel empty.

‘what a messy eater…’ you replied with a soft chuckle, moving and seeing him with those damned fangs again, which made a small moan get caught on your throat. he grinned, he liked that response and took pride on it. soon enough, though, he took his fingers to his own mouth and licked them clean, making noises of satisfaction.

‘with such a treat how can i not…’ he said. however, the “tenderness” of the moment lasted just a few seconds, as you grabbed him by his nape and started kissing him, tasting yourself on his tongue and relishing on the feeling of the fangs in your mouth. you felt him smirk through the kiss, his hands finding your ass again and grabbing the soft flesh all over, this time you felt his sharp nails breaking skin and you moaned. he lifted you up, as if you were nothing but a mere feather, which forced you to put your legs around his waist. you felt his hardness poking your thigh, all the while you kept kissing him and your hands started to wander. soon enough, you were unbuttoning his shirt and feeling his skin, from his shoulders to the bare space on his chest left by the wifebeater. you felt him smile on your lips, breaking the kiss. ‘wanna see?’ he asked, his eyes red as blood. you nodded, but you couldn’t help to kiss and bite his exposed shoulder trying to mark him, you didn’t know if it was possible but you tried it anyways. you kept unbuttoning his shirt, to the point of it being fully open, and helped him take it off, running your hands through his biceps while your mouth was still on his neck. oh, he loved it. to be fair, he even saw potential in you, because of how you kept attacking his pale skin. soon enough, you were helping him take off his wifebeater, while he was still holding your ass with the arm you weren’t touching. you separated just enough to see his body, smiling and biting your lip. ‘oh, so greedy.’ remmick whispered, cockiness and pride covering his mouth. your left hand slowly slid through his chest and his abdomen, your fingers tracing the happy trail that went down his pants. meanwhile, your other hand went to his hair, once again entangling your fingers in it and holding him close to you, you needed him.

‘will ye let me inside now? let me fuck ye in yer bed, darling?’ he asked, low, his face coming closer to yours which took you out of your trance, how you were looking at your own hand play with the border of his pants and your fingertips ever so slightly going under it. he was so close to you, faces barely an inch from each other, that you could notice every single aspect of him, and you were sure you had never felt so bewitched by a man... if you could consider him one. you looked at him in the eyes, noticing how he kept drooling for you, which made your breath get stuck in your throat. oh, how you loved to see a man that desperate for you, like a starved animal that needed his prey. however, his eyes looked softer, full of desire for you, his brows slightly furrowed. and that only made you need him more, if that was even possible.

‘…no. i want it here.’ was your answer, your voice barely audible except to him. you could see a small flash of frustration in his features, yet as soon as your hand went fully inside his pants, it looked like he forgot about it. a low, guttural moan came out of his lips as soon as your hand made contact with his cock, only stroking it up and down to make him feel some kind of friction and convince him to fuck you. you pressed your face in the crook of his neck, letting soft mewls and moans in response to his hands grabbing your ass, his nails digging into your skin and the occasional spanks he gave you. you knew you’d look beaten up the next day, but you couldn’t care any less.

remmick let go of one of your asscheeks, only to desperately unbutton his pants and lower his underwear just enough for his dick to be free. his tip sat just below his belly button, and you were quick to get the silent order, slowly starting to let him fuck your hand, as his hips were moving pretty much on their own. ‘remmick…’ you pleaded, as it had become kind of your habit, yes, this fast, to say his name like a prayer. ‘let me taste you, now… i need you...’ and that was enough for the man to smile at you.

‘yeah? ye want it?’’ he asked, and you knew he was up to something. now it was him who whispered into your ear, not before biting it, obviously. ‘yer gonna have to taste y’rself on me after ‘m done with ye.’ and as soon as those words left his mouth, his hand went straight to the shoulders of your nightgown, pulling it down hard enough to rip some of the seams and leave it just below your breasts. he didn’t really control his strength, at least, not anymore, with your almost fully naked figure right in front of him for his pleasure. his mouth went straight to one of your tits, sucking and biting the flesh while feeling your accelerated heartbeat underneath. he couldn’t help it, and before he knew it, one of his nails was cutting through the skin on the opposite side, making you bleed. you looked as he drooled, again, moving his head to suck the blood that came out of your breast like a starved madman, while you moved your hand faster and he moaned. that sound alone was enough for you to stop your hand altogether and align him to your cunt, just barely touching your entrance with his tip. he stopped, looking at you with your blood around the corners of his mouth. ‘what a greedy hussy i’ve gotten meself, huh?’ that made you blush, but you were not going to deny your body of what it needed. him.

it wasn’t that you were greedy, the thing was that you needed him inside you, you needed him to fuck your brains out and stop playing around with your body. and it was as if he had heard those thoughts, at this point it wouldn’t surprise you, because with one single thrust he was fully inside of you. such sudden intrusion made you see stars, a loud moan escaping your lips, his size was almost too overwhelming, but just enough to made you feel full. he loved how warm and wet you were, how your walls were pulsating and how he was able to feel your heartbeat with his dick. you were just tight enough for him to be comfortably inside you, still getting the satisfaction of knowing that he was stretching you out like none other man had done before. the fingers you had on his hair pulled it, while your other hand went around his shoulder, to gain some support. he hissed at how your fingers were messing up his hair, in all honesty, he loved it. you couldn’t control your hips and so you started bouncing on him, softly and carefully, as you were still adjusting to his girth, but in need of friction. 'ah, what a good girl.' he said, satisfied with how your body demanded more of him, loving how your hips moved on their own towards him, it was definitely something that was feeding his ego. yet, his grip on your hips became stronger, not letting you move anymore. it was somehow surprising how he was so strong, but you kept having to remind yourself that what had you in his arms was not a man, at least not anymore, but another thing.

'fuck me, remmick, please...' you begged, needed as if you had never been fucked. he smiled, that devilish smile of his that let you know that he was not going to stop until you were nothing but a mess in his arms. he once more put your back to the wall, and as soon as he did, his hips started moving. if you had thought that the way he fingered you before was intense, this was on a whole new level. his hips were hitting yours and your body spasmed as you lost control of it due to the pleasure. your eyes kept rolling back, and even though you wanted to see him, you couldn't keep your eyes open.

remmick knew he had to control himself, not only about attacking your neck and drinking your blood, but also about how hard he was fucking you. he knew your weak human body would get bruised and hurt the next day, because he was not going to turn you if you stayed outside of your house, and that's not exactly what he wanted. to be honest, he wanted the moment of turning you to be intimate, tender. he didn't know exactly what drew him to you this badly, but it wasn't just vampire hunger. he saw your fucked out face and the already forming bruises on your thighs and the cut he had made in your breast, and that was just reminding him of how warm and wet you felt. how human you were and how warm your blood was.

remmick grabbed your left hand, kissing your fingers and slightly laughing at the ring in one of them, it made all of this even more sinful and he was loving it. then, he put it against the wall, holding your hand while his nails involuntarily dug into the wood of your house, his hips fucking you blind. the constant sound of skin was muffled between your louder moans, because, honestly, he was being pretty vocal too. soft praises kept leaving his lips, how good you were taking him and how his dick felt inside your plush walls, as well as low growls and moans that made you clench around him. the way he was moving made you feel almost never empty, as his short movements were centered around feeling you all the possible time, he was sure he hadn't felt sex that good in a while. sometimes, when his thrusts were angled in a certain way and his tip got to touch the soft spot inside of you, you had to bite into his shoulder to muffle your moans and, in some irrational way, gain support, and you were glad he wouldn't say a word about it. as soon as your head rolled backwards, his lips were on your neck and breasts, marking the later, while licking your skin. he kept on fucking you, each rough thrust making you see stars while you slowly started to become tighter and tighter around him. 'another one? already?' he asked, smirking. you didn't even have time to answer as his hand let go of yours, his fingers quickly finding your clit and rubbing it desperately. your moans intensified, as well as your breath started becoming more erratic. well, at the end of the day (night?) he had vampire stamina. the hand you kept on his hair guided him to you, to make him kiss you. however, before that, you kissed, and in doing so, lapped, the drool that came out of the corners his mouth, tasting him. you muffled your moans in the kiss, feeling his nails once again break the skin on your thigh as he touched you desperately. he was loosing control with how you were becoming so tight around him and was in need of feeling your orgasm around him, of your walls milking him.

all it took was a few more rough thrusts into you and his hand rubbing you like crazy to, once again, reach your high. pure ecstasy filling your veins and leaving you almost unconscious. this time, you felt it much more, as you were filled to the brim by him. your walls clenched rhythmically around his cock, making him feel as if he were alive. your heartbeat was accelerated, and even though he kept great control of himself, his instincts yelled for him to bite your flesh and feast on your blood. he spanked you, this time you were sure you were going to see bruises of his hand, while his name kept falling from your lips as a melodic song that was exclusive between you two. you felt euphoric, seeing white stars of pleasure, hands holding onto him while your hips grinned against him and his thrusts became slower and more delicate. he would’ve loved to see you overstimulated again, crying and begging for more, but he wouldn't have wanted to hurt you. he was aware that you were much more frail than he was and your body probably needed at least some minutes before going for another round, especially after the third orgasm in a row. remmick slowly stopped his movements, having his dick seated inside of you calmly, while your forehead was against his. you both had your eyes closed, savoring the moment. you, for his closeness and the way he just drained almost all energy from you, and him for how alive your body was and how perfect for him you were, how you were something he didn't know he needed until he tasted you.

‘are ye good, darling?’ he asked, kissing your temple delicately. oh, he had you feeling all the things you'd never felt for what you had to call husband.

‘yeah… fuck, i’ve never been better…’ was your reply, giggling a bit. ‘but i want to feel you… i want to have all of you with me, please, remmick…’ you begged, moving your hips against him slightly. that made him grin, and he grabbed your ass, kneading it, to stop you from moving anymore.

‘oh, baby… yer gonna be my ruin.’ he said, smiling with an intent. ’i’m gonna have so much fun with ye.’ and with that, in a swift movement, you were suddenly empty and your feet touched the ground once more, and he turned you around. your back arched, lifting your ass to him. that pleased him, his hands on your cheeks, which he bit, controlling his fangs, as not to draw too much blood. ‘how i wish i could feast on ye…’ he said, kissing your tailbone and appreciating the little dips on it, tracing them with his long fingers, sending shivers down your spine with his nails. he put his thigh between yours, letting you grind on him for a moment, his left hand on your right asscheek, caressing it and then giving you another spank. he aligned himself with your entrance once more, and with a swift moment he was fully inside of you. you felt him more, felt all of him stretching you out and reaching places that he didn’t before. that made you moan and your chest hit the wall due to how rough he kept on being. he took ahold of your nightgown, that was all scrunched on your waist, and used it to have better control of how he fucked you. this time, you could tell he was after his own release, and for some reason, the thought of him using you was just too hot. your entire body was shaking, and you heard the wood slightly creaking, looking up and seeing his nails once more marking it. remmick grabbed your neck, making you stand straight, your back to his chest while he slightly choked you. his mouth was on your earlobe, kissing and biting it lightly, while his fingers kept on softly caressing your neck, right over your artery.

your moans filled his ears, muffling his as you were much louder, and all of a sudden you started feeling much more sensitive. somehow, you felt your senses a bit heightened and specially how his dick was filling you and touching every single soft spot inside of you. yet you knew he was controlling himself, as his nails dug deeper in the side of your house. ‘remmick… please… harder…’ you begged, and he bit your shoulder again.

‘as ye please, darling.’ he moaned into your ear, his hand going down from your neck to one of your breasts, squeezing it while he picked up his pace, being faster and rougher. he was fucking you much harder than before, and you were glad he had you flush against his chest, otherwise you didn’t know if you two would damage the literal wall of your house. your hand moved to his head, holding his hair while he kept his lips over your neck, as if teasing himself with it, his fangs barely even touching your skin. ‘ye feel so good… so, so good’ he said, the warmth of your body and the scent of your arousal being so intense that he felt close. usually, he would last longer, much longer, but you were causing him to lose all kind of control and you were just too good for him. your legs were struggling to keep you standing, shaking and spasming, once remmick’s hand went to your lower abdomen and made pressure on it, making your eyes roll back. ‘that’s it, baby.’ he whined in your ear, spanking you shortly after, right before holding your hip. his thrusts became more and more erratic, losing all kind of control over his body, and you knew that you’d be bruised all over, he was incredibly strong and you loved it. you knew he was way too close when his nails dug into your skin on your hips, not too deep but hard enough to make you bleed.

it took no more than two minutes for him to cum inside you, which in turn, made you orgasm again. you were milking him for all his worth, spasming on his arms, yet he was quick to hold you against him to not let you fall. your eyes shut close, strongly, while the hand that was on his hair once again pulling it and the other one scratched the arm around your body. he held your body while spilling in you as you clenched around him, almost feeling like it was too much, kissing and licking your neck. his voice sounded in a lower registry, but you could very clearly hear him whining a bit, his moans were perfection to you. remmick kept moving, very slowly stopping so you could have some more of that orgasm. once he took his cock out of you, you felt empty, panting. he held you still, while crouching in front of your cunt and pushing his cum inside of your cunt again with his two middle fingers. ‘don’t wanna waste any of it, aye?’ he said, then standing behind you once more. ‘lick ‘em clean’ he ordered, his fingers now right in front of your mouth, and you obliged.

he knew you wouldn’t be able to stand, so he came really, really close to your ear. ‘let me in? so i can carry ye to yer bed?’ and him having to ask you made you two chuckle. you nodded, your throat sore from moaning as loud as you did.

‘yes… yes you can come in…’ you said, and as soon as those words left your mouth, he scooped you up and walked into your house, smiling at you. he left you in your bed and tucked you in, being especially attentive, which had you thinking he was getting ready to bite you.

‘won’t bite ye, don’t worry. at least, not now.’ he said, leaving and very, very quickly being back with your underwear and your forgotten shawl. ‘will be back, though. wanna have a little chat with yer husband.’ you didn’t process all that as you were still wondering how on earth he knew what you were thinking. but you did notice how the scarlet gleam on his pupils was gone and how he looked like a regular man again. he got dressed quite fast, looking at you just staring at him.

‘remmick, i want you to stay… but i do think you should leave… the sun’s about to be up. i’ve got another small cabin, back there. it’s dark and you can stay there…’ you muttered, seeing how the sky looked a much lighter hue of dark blue. ‘but only if you promise to come by tonight too.’ you said, a complicit smile dedicated to him. he smirked and walked towards you, grabbing your face and kissing your lips, still with that same hunger as before, but his touches and caresses were indeed much more delicate.

‘yer all mine now, darl.’

[mcusua]

meow

I have come back

expect a new fic, not mcu but I won't say cuz I like to keep things dramatic, soon ^

[mcusua]

Baby <3

Steven Grant x fem!reader

Warnings: lots of smut and fluff, MINORS DNI, a little bit of wannabe dom steven, swearing, fingering, thigh riding, some overstimulation (f!), oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex and a liiiittle bit of exhibitionism. just in case it’s not obvious, this is set before steven becomes aware of marc (:

Word count: around 6.3k

(this is “Crush <3” part two! i loved how that one turned out so i made another one, you can read part one here )

a/n: well, i can’t stop writing about him, he’s the loml

it’s moon knight eve y’all

It had been like four weeks since Steven and you fucked for the first time and you couldn’t seem to find enough time to talk for more than ten minutes. There was always someone else who needed to interrupt you, to the point it almost looked planned. Still, every time you saw him you made sure to either kiss his lips or cheeks or stroke his hair playfully. And honestly, you only did it for the heart eyes he gave you and how his cheeks were pinkish right after it. You didn’t mind if people saw you, in fact, you wanted them to see your behavior with Steven. You were tired of people treating him like he didn’t matter and you wanted everyone to see that Steven and you had… something, at least.

It was your turn to make the inventory, so you had to go to the museum again after you finished your shift. You obviously stopped at the gift shop, kissing Steven’s lips before going to do your job, seeing how smiley you had left him and feeling your heart skip a beat. You were scanning all the items you had to, which were at least a thousand, when you saw the door opening. You thought it was Donna, coming to annoy you like she always did with everyone else. But then, you saw Steven entering, with that pretty smile of his on his lips. You didn’t think about it at all, you simply walked to him, pulling him into a hug and kissing him. He obviously kissed you back, with a quiet giggle, holding your waist delicately, his hands barely ghosting over your figure. When you pulled away, he was smiling even more happily at you. You didn’t break the hug, you had missed being between his arms a lot, and you were glad he decided to hug you properly without you telling him to do so. Lately, he had been acting more confidently towards you, it was probably how you told him almost every time how much you liked when he briefly kissed you, hugged you or simply caressed you. You made his self confidence go over the roof.

“Shouldn’t you be in the shop~?” you asked, talking very sweetly, just some centimeters away from him. Your hands were on his shoulders, giving him delicate massages, smiling at how his expression relaxed with them.

Even if you were happy he was with you, you didn’t want him to get in trouble.

“Technically yes… I told Donna I needed to come for something, but… I wanted to come and say hello properly...” he said, looking at you in the most endearing way you could’ve ever imagined. His sweet answer made you pout, he was simply the most adorable man you had ever met. You touched the tip of his nose, hearing yet another giggle while his cheeks were blushed in the prettiest shade of pink. “Uh… I have to leave but… I wanted to ask you if you’d stay… I only have an hour and a half left…”he murmured, clearly full of shyness and nervousness, scared that you wouldn’t want to. “We could do something together if you’d like to...” he said, and when he saw you nodding and smiling so happily at his proposal, he pecked your lips impulsively, before leaving and waving at you, like he always did. You knew he was shy and that probably doubted his actions, but those little kisses were the best thing ever to you. Honestly, he left you with butterflies in your stomach and the dumbest smile ever on your face.

You took your time to scan what you had left, you wanted to make it as slow as possible to wait for Steven. You had no idea what to do with him, but the thought of finally getting to spend some time together made you happy as fuck. You were checking the clock every five seconds, not being able to wait for him. Actually, you knew you were fully in love with him and he had you feeling like a teenager all over again.

You were done scanning before he finished his shift, therefore going where he was, leaning over the counter. “Hi baby~” you said, giggling when you saw his cheeks go red and his eyes opening wide, he didn’t expect that pet name at all. He still liked it though, it just felt… weird to him. Nice weird, luckily. “Do you need help~?” you asked. “That way we could leave sooner.” you offered, while he was still in shock due to how you’d called him. He blinked some times, then shook his head no.

“I can’t… It's just around fifteen minutes left… I don’t want to leave early, I promise I’ll compensate you later.” he said, looking at you and sweetly grabbing your hand, kissing your knuckles delicately, as if you were made out of the most fragile crystal ever. Right after it, you caressed his still blushed cheek, nodding.

“You’re such a sweet man, Steven… I’ll wait for you in the inventory room.” you murmured, giving him a little kiss on his lips, leaving him with the happiest smile and his face still red as an apple. To be honest, he was also feeling that teenager like euphoria every time you showed him any kind of affection.

You sat there while playing with your phone for quite a while, thinking about how much you loved his sweet personality, until you saw Steven walking through the door, making you smile. He walked to the table, sitting in front of you, smiling at you with sweetness in his tired eyes. You grabbed his hand, carefully playing with his fingers, talking about whatever you wanted. Even if you were way more focused on thinking how much you adored his features, or how his eyes looked brighter behind the usual tiredness.

As usual, you were listening to him, while he was looking at you with heart eyes. He couldn’t believe that you actually wanted to spend your time with him and he didn’t want those moments to end.

To be fully honest, you had almost no idea how you two ended up kissing, you sitting on the table and him between your legs. One of your hands was holding his hair, caressing his curls in a careful way, while he had both of his hands on your waist.

Well, maybe it was because he saw how you didn’t stop staring at his lips and offered you to kiss you. And probably because you two were in need of each other’s touch. But how did you end up on the table? Still a mystery.

He was hugging you, delicately but at the same time strongly, not letting you go but not hurting you. He had such a special way of holding you, and you loved how his warm hands felt around you.

You moved closer to him, starting to kiss his neck, biting it softly. Your actions made him giggle, while his hands occupied themselves in lifting your shirt, touching your skin. You clearly knew where it was going, and you were totally into it. But this time, you’d let him do a little bit more, since you’d seen how he was becoming more and more confident with you. Still, you knew how you’d probably have him begging for you.

You smiled when he lifted up your shirt until he could see your bra, letting him do whatever he felt like doing. You kissed his cheek, right before he cupped your breasts, kissing the skin that wasn’t covered by the bra, then taking off your shirt. Honestly, you loved how sweet he was and how he took his time to make you feel comfortable and good. All he wanted was to please you constantly.

You put one of your hands on the table behind you, giving him better access to your skin while the other one was on his hair, pulling it softly. One of his hands was holding your waist while the other one was caressing your thigh, slightly squeezing it. He started leaving some bite marks on your neck and breasts, right when you saw the security camera over you two. You panicked, pushing his shoulders softly, making him look at you worriedly, scared he might have done something you didn’t like.

You didn’t want to get you two fired for having sex in the inventory room, no matter how hot that risk could sound, but most importantly you didn’t want anyone to see it.

“Steven, the camera.” you said, pointing at it, and while he looked up you dressed up again. You saw his cheeks go red again, pulling away from you. It was very obvious how nervous he was, so once you had your shirt on again, you walked to him.

“Oh fuck…” he murmured under his breath. “I’m… I’m really sorry, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” he said, not looking at you, his eyes glued to the floor. You knew he was feeling bad, and you kind of panicked. You didn’t want him to lose all the confidence he had gained during those weeks, so you took his face between your hands, smiling softly at him.

“It’s fine, Steven… Let’s go, ok?” you murmured, caressing his skin with your thumbs. He nodded, quickly grabbing the bag he always used, still not wanting to look at you, which made you bite your inner cheek. You took his hands, kissing them tenderly, trying to show him affection, that you weren’t mad at him and you didn’t want to let him go. He kissed you back, of course, but you could feel the nervousness in his actions. “Do you still want to?” you asked once you pulled away, looking at him, with a soft smile, your hands still pampering his olive skin sweetly.

“Well… uhm… yes…” he replied, speaking in a low volume since he was quite ashamed of telling you, making you smile. You pecked his lips, walking with him outside of the museum. You would lie if you said you didn’t know him or his reactions, and you perfectly knew how he was shy and aroused at the same time.

He called a taxi, knowing it would be way easier to hide the bulge on his pants if you two weren’t on a bus. This time, you convinced him to pay yourself, even if he tried to do it first. Again, you went to your house, he said that his place wouldn’t be a good idea and since you didn’t want to make him even more nervous, you didn’t question him.

While you were in said taxi, you were kissing the side of his face delicately, holding one of his hands between both of yours, sometimes murmuring how handsome he was or how much you liked him, trying to let him know that the fact that he almost fucked you in the inventory room with the security camera pointing at you two didn’t change your feelings for him. You obviously made him shy but at the same time it was giving him some ideas, you were lifting his self confidence. He was insecure, yes, but he wanted to try to be on top of you thanks to the things you were telling him. Or at least, try to have some of the control he didn’t have the first time you were together.

As soon as you were in the elevator, you kissed him again, but never in a million years did you expect him to pin you against the wall, touching your breast with his right hand over your shirt, while the other one was still holding you close to him by your waist. You didn’t know if it was because he was needy or because he had more confidence, but his touch was still perfect. He took your hand once you were on your floor, letting you open the door and then kissing you again. He took off your coat, letting it fall on the ground, while his tongue was inside your mouth. He left his bag and his own coat there too, way too focused on you to care about his belongings. No matter how aroused he was, nor how much he wanted to to fuck you right there, he would still take his time with you. You were holding his shoulders, while his hands were still on your waist, touching you sweetly, contrasting with how his lips were over yours.

He lifted you up, laying you down on your sofa, with both of his hands on the armrest, being on top of you. He smiled at you, moving his mouth to kiss your neck. You put your legs around his hips, holding them close to you, while you were unbuttoning his shirt. Meanwhile, he started undressing you, giving you sweet caresses in the process. He took off your shirt, smiling when he saw your black bra. Yeah, that turned him on a lot. You threw his shirt on the floor, moving your hands all over his chest, carefully digging your nails on him.

“I love your skin, Steven…” you murmured, smiling at him and kissing his lips multiple times, loving how he kept blushing every single time you complimented him. His hands were occupied on touching you, wandering over your thighs and your exposed skin. His lips moved to your breasts, kissing them softly, then going to your neck. This time, you felt how he was marking your skin, and not just a few times like the last time, leaving soft bruises on the sensitive area. You felt his hands occupying themselves with taking off your pants, so you took off your shoes and kicked them to the side. Steven helped you with the clothes you had left, except for your underwear.

He moved on the sofa, leaving you seated on top of one his thighs. He took his time to admire your body with way more detail than the last time, touching you with soft strokes, as if he was trying to memorize you. You put your hands on his hair, softly playing with it, blushing when you saw how he was looking at you… he had some kind of adoration in his eyes that made you as shy as you’ve never been but also made wetness pool between your legs.

His lips moved to your breasts, kissing the area while he took your bra off, cupping them with his hands and squeezing very softly. Steven smiled at you, moving his leg, to rub you with his thigh. You moaned at the unexpected contact, digging your nails on his shoulders while he looked at you with a shy smile, kind of between your breasts.

“Come on… move. I know you want to do it, ride me.” he told you sweetly, then moving on to bite and suck on your nipples softly. He moved his leg again, while one of his hands went to your ass. You obeyed him, starting to ride his thigh, moaning softly. He helped you with the grip he had on your ass, sometimes also moving his leg to give you better contact between his pants and your clothed sex. He could feel the warm wetness of it, and honestly, it was one of the biggest turn-ons for him, to know that you were like that because of him. He didn’t even care about his pants, he was too focused on you to give a damn about clothes. On the other hand, it had surprised you a lot how he talked to you before, you could’ve never expected him to do it.

You were moving your hips back and forth a little bit faster, moaning and holding his shoulders, feeling the need to have something inside of you, but he didn’t seem to want to change his position and you were too focused to ask for it. When you arched your back he grabbed you by your hair, pulling it very, very softly to keep your head in place and start kissing your neck, more specifically the marks he had left you not long ago. The contact between his lips and your recently bruised skin made you moan,.

He loved how you were pleasuring yourself on his thigh, and when this time you pulled his hair, he moaned. Yeah, maybe he did have some kind of hair pulling kink.

“Steven… I need more… I need you to do it for me…” you murmured and you saw how his already dark eyes became even darker with lust. If he wasn’t sure before, he now knew how much he liked when you begged for him. And he was determined to hear you do it again at least once more.

This time he didn’t ask where your bedroom was, he simply lifted you up, which made you giggle softly. You kissed him again, playing with the thin chain around his neck. Yeah, it just looked so hot on him. Maybe he was going a little too fast, but you didn’t mind much, you were happy seeing him need you and not asking so many questions. It felt nice to see and feel him being confident and you were glad he was like that around you.

Steven let you lay down on the bed, while smiling, less shyly than usual. You arched your brow, but you didn’t have much time to ask anything before he kissed you again. He knew he was being very, very needy, but couldn’t help himself when it was about you.

“Are you trying to dominate me?” you asked, letting him climb on the bed, looking at you from his top position while he was between your legs. Actually, you loved the feeling of being under his body, how his dark curls were on his forehead and how breathtakingly hot he looked from there.

“I… I guess so.” he murmured, even if he was trying to, his voice was still as soft and adorable as always. “If I do anything you don’t like, tell me…” he added, moving just a little bit as if he was trying to go down on you, and you couldn’t help it but kiss his lips slowly, taking your time to feel his mouth pressed to yours, with his face between your hands. That took him by surprise but he simply kissed you back. He was such a sweetheart.

Even if Steven wanted to try to be… less submissive, he couldn’t really do it. He only wanted to please you and obey every single thing you told him, he didn’t really mind about himself and felt the need to praise you as if you were a goddess. His goddess, actually.

It was like the kiss made him come back to earth again, since he started to touch you in a softer way, taking his time with his caresses. As if he realized he was going too fast and wanted to enjoy his time with you, which you both knew was way too precious to be wasted. When you pulled away, you saw his typical sheepish smile. He took off your panties, biting his bottom lip, his fingers barely ghosting over your exposed wetness, not touching where you needed it the most. You felt your core ache for him, it didn’t even matter if it was his fingers, his cock or his tongue. But you honestly needed everything from him.

“Can I ask you to do something?” he murmured, very close to you still, seeing you nod with a little confused expression. “Could you… sit on my face?” he asked, in a soft way. Yeah, that was his way of ‘dominating you’, even if all he did was to ask you what he wanted you to do.

“I’d really, really love to, Steven.” you said, and in no time he was laying on his back with a bright smile on his lips. You loved saying his name every time you could, you had no idea why though but well. When you knelt to do what he wanted you felt his hands guiding your hips to his face, caressing and squeezing your thighs once he was between them. You didn’t want to hurt him, of course, so you didn’t actually sit on him, until you felt his hands lower you a bit more.

You moaned when you felt his tongue licking your folds, while his hands spread them. You took one of your hands to his hair, pulling it softly, while you rested your weight on the other one, putting it on his chest behind you. For him, your moans were the best symphony he could ever hear and he’d do everything to hear them constantly. His tongue circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, then sucking it with his lips, making you moan loudly and pull his hair again. You had no idea, but every single time you did so, you were arousing him even more.

The way he was eating you out was glorious to you. Yeah, he was still clumsy, but this time you were sure that all of his extra confidence made him better at it. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, moaning loudly when he set the right pace. He obviously realized it, continuing with it, only going a little bit faster when you pulled his hair.

“God, Steven… you feel so much better than anyone I’ve ever had sex with… you’re amazing.” you moaned, breathing shakingly, only lifting his ego with your words. Well, you wanted to praise him. He pressed you down to his face even more, eating you out as if you were his last meal ever, enjoying your wetness. He could spend eternity with you on top of his face actually, as long as he could hear your moans. Especially his name being moaned. But he wanted you to feel even better, he needed it.

To be honest, he felt amazing and you were surprisingly close to your orgasm. Then, he separated his face from you, gaining a whiney moan, you were so close you felt he had denied you your climax. You were sure you saw a cheeky grin for some seconds before he laid you down, getting up from the bed and holding your hands, to take you with him. You were kind of confused, while your legs felt like they were made out of jelly, He simply ignored your confusion, kissing you and very slightly pushing you until you felt your desk behind you. Instinctively, you put your hands on it, and Steven pulled away from the kiss. There was something naturally hot about him still having his pants on while having you completely naked in front of him.

He smiled at you, grabbing your leg and putting it on your desk. You knew he had something in mind, but again, you wanted him to feel free with you, to do whatever he felt like doing without questioning him and it was working. He knelt in front of you, licking you again but this time way more slowly than before. He was touching your entrance with his index and middle finger, coating them with your slick before pushing them inside of you, ripping a loud moan from your throat. You took one of your hands to his locks, again, when his lips found your swollen nub and started to suck again. His fingers were moving slowly, rocking in and out of you while softly touching that spot, sometimes making a scissoring movement to loosen your walls. He smiled when he looked up, then focusing again on pleasuring you with his tongue and fingers.

You felt your knee weak, feeling thankful for how he was holding that thigh with his free hand, as if he already knew you were going to feel weak.

He curled his fingers, touching the spongy tissue inside of you constantly while his tongue moved over your clit in a slow and sensual way, sometimes taking his time to suck it and move his digits way faster, wanting to hear your loud moans. And he always got the reaction he needed so much.

You felt his fingers going as deep as they could, not forgetting to touch your g-spot on their way out,applying just the right amount of pressure to feel that electricity on your lower stomach. He felt how your walls got tighter every time he did it, loving how your body reacted to his touch.

“Steven… I’m close…” you panted, moaning his name. He didn’t need much more than that to speed up just that little bit. And actually, he knew you were, his fingers were being trapped by your tightening warmth, but he didn’t stop moving them.

The way his lips were around your sensitive and swollen bundle of nerves, sucking it into his mouth and how his fingers were constantly touching your g-spot ended up making you reach your high. You moaned his name like a prayer while holding his hair, noticing how he didn’t stop eating you out in the same way he was doing before. You moaned again, quite whiney, letting your head fall back, almost being unable to breathe between your moans. He knew he was overstimulating you and wanted to see your reaction.

He started to move his fingers again, touching your already abused spot constantly, not letting you catch a break. He pulled away from your clit, sitting you on the desk and lifting your other leg. He licked two fingers from his free hand while still having the other two inside of you, rubbing your swollen nub quickly. You grabbed his arm, digging your nails on his skin. moaning loudly. He leaned to you, kissing your lips, letting you have total control over it, while your loud moans were drowning in his mouth. Steven didn’t need you to tell him you were getting closer to your new orgasm, he was sure he already knew your body the same way he knew all of those Egyptian myths, but he felt even more passionate about you and your reactions. He felt your walls tightening even more than before and he just couldn’t help himself. He loved having you in his mouth when you reached your high, so he let your clit go, then sucking it again. Steven’s fingers were driving you insane, you had practically no thoughts in your head other than how good he was making you feel. Unconsciously, your leg went back to the floor, while your hand pulled his hair, your mind clouded with pleasure only.

“Cum for me, please…” he murmured, then continuing with his work, moving his fingers how you needed it, which ended up in you orgasming again. You were sure your neighbors had heard you moaning Steven’s name. This time, he did make his movements slower but not much.

You had to pull him by his hair when it got a little bit too much for you, two orgasms in a row was enough, seeing how he was smiling at you. Steven took his fingers out, licking them and tasting you, then moving his tongue to the inner side of your thigh, cleaning your wetness from your skin. “I guess you never cummed like that either… ” he said getting up, looking at you with a cheeky smirk, referring to your comment. You giggled, while he took you in his arms.

“Is it me or are you more… confident?” you ended up asking, seeing a shy smile when he left you on the bed, climbing on top of you and kissing your neck. Internally he was so nervous that he may have done too much, seeing how your body looked tired, but the bright smile on your face made him smile too. And even if it had felt weird to him to talk to you like that, he liked it a bit. Oh, he was so adorable.

“I am trying my best.” he replied, murmuring, making you kiss him sweetly. He grabbed your waist, putting you on top of him. You knew that even if he tried to dominate you, he wanted you to take control, and you’d gladly do it anytime. You leaned down to him, kissing his lips and moving softly over the bulge in his pants, making him moan. You had missed his moans and how his eyes closed for some seconds, only to open them again and look at you mesmerized again.

“I need you…” you heard, while you were unbuttoning his pants, nodding after. Still, once he was naked, you jerked him off a little, hearing him whimper. Then, you had an idea, biting your bottom lip while looking at him. You knew you both were experimenting, testing each other’s limits and what you liked and what not, so you felt it was appropriate.

“Beg for me.” you said, moving your hand along his length slowly, then leaning down to kiss his tip. “If you want me, you’ll have to beg.” you added, seeing how his eyes were wide opened, panting at how you were slowly touching him, you were torturing him. And just like that, all that willingness to dominate you simply evaporated from his mind. All he was thinking about was you, and if you asked him to beg, that’s what he would do.

“Please… Please, I need you.” he murmured, soft moans escaping from his lips when you circled his tip with your tongue, hearing a whimper from him. “Please…” he begged again, looking straight into your eyes.

“Please what?” you said, licking his length softly, wanting to see him desperate.

“Please… just let me fuck you.” he said, again with a soft whimper falling from his lips, and that made you smile. Honestly, the way he was moaning and whimpering had you wet all over again.

You climbed on his hips, moving yours to coat his cock with your slick. You sat down on him, moaning when you felt how he was spreading you out, starting to move softly. You missed the feeling of being so full, most importantly, being so full of him.

You knew how he probably needed you to go faster more than you needed it yourself, but your legs were way too tired to move like that, you could barely stand your own weight. Then, you decided to keep torturing him in the same way you were before, trying to make him take you, to see if he would try to dominate you once again.

You hips were going up and down at a painfully slow pace, it was slow even for you, hearing how soft moans escaped from his lips, while his eyes were focused on your body. He loved to stare at you, to memorize every single part of your skin with his eyes Steven begged again, urging you to go faster, telling you how much he needed you. He was trying to convince you, begging all the time, with soft whimpers between his moans.

You never thought you’d be so turned on by a man behaving that way, but the way you saw how much he needed you made you feel butterflies in your stomach. Let alone being turned on by whimpers from said man, but Steven… he just had that special something about him. His begs, his kind of loud moans, how he looked at you with puppy eyes to let him fuck you… everything about it was just so hot.

“Fuck me by yourself then.” you said, smiling at him when you saw how desperate he was getting, moaning in a low volume while you were still slowly fucking yourself on him, moving your hips in a back and forth motion to touch your g-spot constantly. Steven looked at you confused, very slightly, but still smiled softly, nodding with his head. He was always going to do everything you asked him to, no matter what you told him. And if you wanted him to be on top of you, then he’d do it.

He grabbed your waist, sitting down and kissing your lips. He laid you down on the bed then, moving his hips delicately once he was on top of you, going as deep as he could go. The movement made you moan, putting your right hand on his shoulder, while the other one went to his hair, pulling it softly. You had realized how much he liked when you pulled his hair and you’d keep doing it. You put your legs around his waist to deepen the sensation, moaning when he started moving more strongly.

You dug your nails on his skin, closing your eyes while moaning, giving him the best sight ever. Honestly, he loved how you were on your bed, with his name falling from your lips like a prayer. His tip was gracing over the spongy tissue inside of you with each thrust, needing to feel him as much as possible.

He was a bit nervous, which obviously translated on his hips moving sometimes a little bit sloppy and even clumsy, but the fact that you had him on top of you made you feel in the best way possible. And knowing how he was usually nervous when it came to you, it made you actually love him.

“Steven… go faster…” you urged him, looking at him and panting, while loud moans escaped your lips. He nodded, as always wanting to be sure he was pleasing you, he loved how you looked and he loved even more knowing you were like that because of his actions. He complied, bucking his hips faster for you, making you arch your back. His lips moved to your neck, kissing and licking the area, while his moans sent soft vibrations over your skin. You guided his head, moving him by his black locks, making him kiss your lips, then holding from his shoulders, trying to not scratch him so much.

It was amazing to feel so full one second, then empty, and then all over again. It had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your body asking for more, while all the air of your lungs was taken away every time he went deeper.

He deepened the kiss, biting your lip and softly playing with your tongue, loving how both of your moans were drowned in your mouths. He pulled away, smiling at you sweetly, looking at you with sparks in his eyes. He was just… so happy to be with you, to know that you were his and he was yours. And that gave you the exact same type of feeling. He loved seeing how breathtakingly beautiful you looked under him, how your chest moved quickly, trying to breathe between each movement of his hips.

“Steven… please…” you begged this time, making him smile so much, holding one of his wrists, he had finally made you beg for him again. You were feeling like you were in heaven. He was heaven, honestly. He pecked your lips sweetly, moving his hand to your clit, starting to circle it slowly, while still moving quite hard inside of you, moaning a little bit loudly when your walls clenched around him with the sudden contact, holding his waist with your legs quite stronger too.

You had missed how his voice sounded when he moaned, but your brain had no other thoughts than him inside of you.

He kept moving his hips, enjoying your sounds, while his hand was still touching you, trying to get to make you orgasm once again. All he wanted was to make you cum on his cock, he needed to feel it again, especially when he was close to his high, trying his absolute best to not do it unless you were too.

His wish didn’t take long to be true, since his actions ended up throwing you over the edge, arching your back, letting your nails leave some scratch marks all over his skin. He came inside of you not long after you, filling your pussy with his cum while your tightness milked him.

Steven smiled at you when he saw how you were laying on the bed, panting with your eyes closed. He leaned over to your forehead, leaving a sweet kiss on it. You giggled, palming the place next to you. He pulled out carefully, not wanting to hurt you, obeying you and letting you cuddle him. He put his arm around your shoulders, looking at you with the biggest heart eyes you’ve ever seen on him. And you were sure you were looking at him in the same exact way.

“I… I really like you…” he murmured, moving his free hand to move the hair on your face carefully, while the other one was giving you soft massages on your shoulder. “And I’m… thankful for you…” he added, this time his voice being barely audible, with his cheeks red.

“I really like you too… baby~” you replied, pecking his lips and using the same pet name you used in the museum, hearing the most adorable giggle you’d ever heard from him.

“So… uhm… does that mean we have… something going on?” he asked nervously, looking at you and kissing your forehead again, hugging you a little bit tighter. As if he didn’t want you to leave him.

He was extremely scared to be too much for you, to ask for too much and scare you away. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Yeah… it most definitely does.” you replied, burying your face in the crook of his neck, trying to hide the blush creeping on your cheeks this time.

But it wasn’t really necessary, Steven had already seen it, but your answer had made him the happiest man alive.

When he saw you had fallen asleep, he carefully put the blankets over your naked figure, barely touching your skin with his fingertips. He stayed there, doing nothing but staring at you, looking how peaceful you looked while you slept. He kept giving you caresses, switching between your shoulder and your hair, thinking about how lucky he felt when you called him “baby”… such a sweet nickname that it had him melting for you. You made him the happiest he had ever been and he loved you, that for sure.

a/n: y’all know that song for eurovision that goes like “instead of meat i eat veggies and pussy”? well that’s steven imo

[mcusua]

Nervous?

Request:

can i request a pietro maximoff fic where him and reader finally admit their feelings, him pinning reader against wall and using his accent with stuff like “stuttering are we?”

Pietro Maximoff x gn!reader

warnings: some language and LOTS of dialogue, other than that, fluff <3

word count: 1.2k

a/n: this gif has me on my knees.

You had a crush on Pietro for the longest time. Since the day the twins arrived at the compound, you fell in love with him. First, it was because of how handsome he was, but then what really captivated you was his personality. And that accent… it just did things to you.

Being the same age as the Maximoffs, you quickly got close to them, which made your crush on him grow bigger every single day. His whole vibe attracted you like a magnet, even if he sometimes annoyed the living shit out of you. With Wanda, on the other side, you were closer, almost as much as she was with his brother. She knew about your crush on her twin, it’s kind of impossible to keep any secrets when your best friend is a mind reader. At first, she was only suspecting it, but when she saw how your cheeks blushed when he played with you or how his presence made you nervous. Obviously, she was the only one to notice it, and had promised you to keep said secret. Except that sometimes she jokingly called you “her future in-law”, but everyone took it as a joke.

Still, you knew you had no chance with him, he was always flirting with every single person that walked next to him, except you. He had never flirted with you and didn’t seem to want to either. That frustrated you, but at the same time it made you like him even more.

You were in the compound’s living room, laying on the sofa, relaxing after an exhausting mission. You were eating some snacks when the well known flash of blue appeared next to you and suddenly the bag between your hands was being held by the silver haired man. He looked at you with a side grin, eating slowly, trying to annoy you.

“Pietro! Don’t steal!” you said, getting up and walking up to him, but before you could even realize it, he was laying on the couch where you were before. Yeah, you liked him a lot but sometimes he was a pain in the ass, especially when all you wanted was to relax for a bit.

“And why not?” he asked, still munching on your food, grabbing the remote control and changing the movie you were watching, putting on some loud tv channel.

“Because I’ll tell Wanda and she’ll make you fly out of the window. You know I'm her favorite.” you replied, even though you knew that Wanda wouldn’t do something like that. Well, maybe she would but not for some snacks and a stolen couch place. He rolled his eyes at you, sitting instead of laying down, pointing to his side.

“Happy?” he asked, when you sat down, pushing his shoulder jokingly. You took the remote control from his hands, putting what you were watching before and sharing the snacks with him. Usually, he annoyed you but you two also spent a lot of time together. It was probably his way of showing affection. You asked him if you could put your legs on his, but you didn’t expect him to grab your legs and do it himself. Even if that made you shy and flustered you didn’t show it at all.

You got up some moments later, going for something to drink, when you felt a slight breeze behind you, knowing it was because Pietro ran behind you. You moved your face to him, trying to guess what he was planning, but the innocent smile on his face didn’t tell you much about his intentions. “Do you want something or…?” you asked, when he moved closer to your face, leaving you between his body and the counter.

“You’re red.” he said, with that strong accent of his, with a smirk on his face. “Why are you red?” he asked, making you shy.

“I- I don’t know.” you replied, shaking your head no. “It’s… the heat.” you added, trying to sound convincing.

“You stuttered.” Pietro said, looking proud of himself. Then, as if nothing happened, he let you go, but the cheeky grin on his face was making you doubt. He never had never done anything like this, let alone being so close to you. You walked to the sofa again, still looking at him and his… suspicious attitude.

“What are you planning?”

“Me? I don’t plan anything. I thought you already knew that.” he said, shrugging and then leaving, while you sighed in relief.

That was close. You didn’t want him to know how much you liked him, you knew it’d either have two outcomes: he’d either annoy you until you died or everything would be awkward between you two. And you didn’t want to ruin the bond you had with him.

It went on for a week moreless, him trapping you between his body and some furniture or pinning you against a wall, saying something about your blushed face and then leaving. Oh god, that was so annoying because every single time he did it, he was becoming more confident, doing it in front of everyone.

That afternoon, you were tidying your room, when you heard the door opening. You didn’t mind at all, at the end of the day privacy wasn’t much of a concept with the avengers around you, until you were pinned against the wall behind you and a Sokovian smiling at you.

“Morning.” he said, playing with some strands of your hair.

“Move, Pietro, I’m busy.” you said, trying to get him off you, pushing him from his chest, which was actually very useless.

“No.” you heard, seeing the same cheeky smirk as every single time he annoyed you. “Not until you tell me why you blush.”

“Pietro, I’m not in the mood. Move for fuck’s sake.” you added, looking at him.

“Tell me.”

“No.” you replied, crossing your arms. “If you don’t move, I’ll kick your ass out.”

“Oh, will you?” he teased, his face closer to yours than it had ever been. “I want to see you doing it.” his face still had that little smile of his, then chuckling softly. “Come on, I want to hear you say how much you like me.”

“Y-You what…?” you asked, red as a tomato. You thought he didn’t know about it.

“Stuttering, aren’t we? C’mon… it’s just three words.” he teased again, caressing your cheek mindlessly, as if his touch didn’t send shivers up and down your spine constantly. “Unless you want me to say it first.” this time, his voice lacked the typical cockiness and was way lower than usual.

“Y-You’re saying that you like… me?” your question made him nod, while your hands went to your cheeks to try to hide the blush on them. Too late though, he was enjoying his moment a little bit too much. “Uhm… I like you too… as long as you let me move.” you murmured and you heard him laugh, moving from where he was and giving you some space.

“See you at eight, ok?” he said, and even before you could agree or ask anything, he was out of your room.

Well… at the end Wanda was right in calling you her future in-law.

[mcusua]

this made the happiest i’ve been in YEARS

Crush <3

steven grant x fem!reader

warnings: language, smut, MINORS DNI, humping, unprotected sex, blowjob, cum swallowing, oral (f!recieving), kinda fluffy because i love him so much

word count: 6.2k (oops)

a/n: oh god i love this man so much

one episode and i’m already obsessed and i needed to write about him

and yes ik i said after the requests but tomorrow’s moon knight day, i needed to

(i won’t lie, this gif does things to me)

Steven and you were colleagues. You usually did the late shifts in the museum’s gift store before Donna said that she was fed up with him, and before she could fire him, you offered yourself to exchange shifts with him. And he never really stopped thanking you, no matter how many times you told him it was okay.

He didn’t even care if he was in a rush (well, he always seemed to be in a rush), he always found time to come next to you and thank you, again. Sometimes he bought little things for you, maybe a sandwich or some candy, always giving them to you, thanking you yet again and then leaving. He was so cute you may or may not have had a huge crush on him.

You didn’t even know when or how you started liking him. Maybe it was the way he had such a nice personality or perhaps his unique vibe. Or maybe how you knew, somehow, that he’d never judge you.

There were some times where he acted differently, way more confident than usual and even his accent changed, but you never really minded. It had happened around three times, and he even flirted, but you thought it was just Steven being… Steven, as usual. But the last time, he told you to wait for him after work, and you obviously agreed.

You were outside the museum, playing with your phone. He didn’t tell you if you were going on a proper date or just for some coffee, so you were dressed in an ambiguous way, nice and formal, but also not so much. You were wearing a slightly tight black dress, with a flowy skirt, alongside a pair of heels.

You knew he was coming because you heard his footsteps, not hard to memorize due to their… peculiarity. You put your phone inside your bag, and as soon as you saw him, you waved at him, with a smile on your lips.

He was confused. Not only for seeing you standing there, possibly waiting for him, but also because of your clothes and the makeup on your face. He hadn’t really seen you with nice makeup since you just wore some really light stuff for work. And he was sure you didn’t have any date with any of the other night shift workers, you’ve barely talked with them after exchanging shifts with him.

He waved back though, but his face expressed nothing but doubt. He took a little bit longer than usual to walk up to you, even though he had a little smile on his lips.

“Uh… hello…” he said, still confused but with that smile on his face. “W-Why are you here…?” he asked, and this time it was your turn to have the same expression as him.

“You told me that you wanted to meet me tonight.” you replied. It wasn’t new, he was usually confused and didn’t seem to remember many things, but you always thought it was due to his lack of sleep.

“Oh… uhm… yeah, yeah, you’re right. I did.” you heard, while he was nodding, not looking at you for more than some seconds, like most of the time.

Steven had no memories of asking you out, but he wouldn’t waste such an opportunity. To be honest, he also had a crush on you, but he was almost fully sure you'd never agree to go out with him. He held his bag, sighing in a way to calm his anxiety. “W-What do you want to do…?” he asked. This time, he did look at you, and you were sure that there was a growing blush on his cheeks, which made you smile. God, he was so adorable.

“I don’t know. We can go to a bar, have dinner or just some coffee. Whatever you prefer.” you replied. You were sure you were looking at him stupidly, with a dumb smile on your lips. He nodded and gestured to you to start walking.

You walked with him for a while, while trying to decide where to go. The talk was a little bit awkward from his side, but you didn’t mind. You knew he was an introvert and didn’t really mind about his attitude. But then, you grabbed his arm and that really surprised him, stopping right where he was.

“Can we sit down? These shoes are killing me.” you said, with a little laugh at the end, to which he obviously said yes. You sat on a bench, him eyeing you to make extra sure you were actually ok. And also because he found you to be absolutely gorgeous.

You two chatted for some minutes on that bench, and you could see his anxious self was a little bit more comfortable around you. That made you feel extremely happy. You knew he was probably tired all the time due to his sleep issues, even though he hadn’t told you much about it, it made you think a lot. Especially when he was probably tired after work and still invited you… that made you so soft.

“So… d-do you want to go for some coffee or tea?” he asked, with a sweet and small smile on his lips, while you nodded. That made his heart so happy he felt it could explode.

“I know a nice place, come, let's go.” you said, getting up and grabbing his hand, pulling him lightly to go with you. He got up, with a sheepishly smile, nodding. You had no idea, but he’d follow you to the end of the world if you asked him to.

That sudden contact obviously made him a little bit shy, but he didn’t say anything when your hand didn’t move when you started walking. You knew you were more straightforward than him, but his awkwardness and shyness made you like him even more.

You guided him to a small coffee shop, not letting his hand go. “You’ve got warm hands… it’s nice to hold them.” you said, seeing a huge blush creep on his cheeks. You weren’t lying, his touch was soft and warm, which was why you didn’t want to let his hand go.

“I…” he stuttered, but then he cleared his throat, trying to not sound dumb. “Thank you.” he replied, with a soft smile, and you smiled back to him.

While in that coffee shop, you talked with him and everything was simply perfect. He insisted so much to pay for your coffee that you were scared he’d give you the money whenever he saw you in the museum if you paid yourself.

He was such an easy person to talk to, you had no idea he was that sweet, but you’ve never felt more comfortable with anyone else on a first date. He even told you a little about his sleeping issues and how he woke up in strange places. When you showed him your worry about it, he felt… seen, and that warmed his heart. You were the first person in a while who not only didn’t judge him for deciding to sleep as little as he could, but also showed real concern about his situation and didn’t make fun of it.

After you two left the small place, he took your hand hesitantly, this time making you blush, walking with you to your apartment. You were still talking about whatever crossed your minds, obviously talking shit about Donna, even though that last part was way more intense from your side. Once you two were near your doorstep you realized you didn’t want it to end.

“Uhm, Steven?” you asked, making him look at you. “Do you want to come upstairs and tell me about egyptology? I just… don’t know much about it and I’d love it if you explained it to me. Just in case some curious kids ask me again at the gift shop.” you added, noticing how his facial expression lit up, while hesitantly nodding. You 100% knew how much he loved talking about it and it was the only idea that crossed your mind to keep talking with him. It was mostly an impulsive question, you even stuttered a little when trying to explain why you wanted it. Of course you didn’t want to sound like a creep and tell him it was because you didn’t want to let him go to his apartment.

You guided him to your house, feeling a little bit nervous about having him in, it was a little bit of a mess, but somewhere deep down you knew he wouldn’t mind.

Once inside, you grabbed his coat and bag, leaving them on a chair. He sat down on the couch, and it was very visible how nervous he was, but you hoped it wasn’t the bad kind of nervousness. You sat next to him, taking off your shoes and putting your legs up, and started asking him some questions about all the ancient Egypt myths he could tell you. In fact, you didn’t lie about kids asking you stuff while you were working.

Soon, you realised his shyness was because he was scared to be invading your personal space, but later he started to get more comfortable, which you saw when his posture relaxed and put one of his arms on the backrest. At first you weren’t that interested in the mythology, you only asked him to talk about it because you wanted to keep listening to him mostly, but his way of explaining was simply captivating.

He kept on talking, sometimes saying sorry but continuing even more happily every single time you asked him to continue. When he realised it was already really late, around 2am, he felt guilty and started apologizing to you for making you be up so late, tripping with his words.

“Steven.” you cut him, grabbing his cheeks and making him look at you, making him shut up immediately, trying to calm him down with delicate caresses on his cheekbones. “It’s okay… I really enjoy listening to you and I’m glad you’re here with me.” and with those words he felt like he was melting. You saw him smiling widely, in a way you haven’t seen before, and then glimpsing at your lips multiple times while he thanked you sweetly. And when you thought about it, you’ve caught him staring at various occasions.

You moved closer to him, and when he didn’t move, you took it as a good signal. “Can I kiss you?” you asked in a low voice, still with his cheeks between your hands, giving him soft strokes with your thumbs. As soon as he nodded, you leaned even closer, but he took the initiative and kissed you first.

His lips were soft, just like everything about him. And while one of your hands travelled down to his shoulder, he grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to his body, in a needy way. To be fully honest, that surprised you, not only because his grip was quite stronger than you thought it would be, but also because you didn’t expect it at all. Still, you absolutely adored it. You weren’t fully sure about doing it, but you decided to deepen the kiss, touching his bottom lip with your tongue, which was quickly welcomed and your initiative reciprocated. One of his hands went to the curve of your back with his palm opened. You decided to move one of your legs closer to his, putting it on top of them.

You had to pull away from the kiss, even if you didn’t want to, because you needed to breathe. You let out a giggle, looking at his slightly swollen lips while your hands were on his jaw, stroking the area with your thumbs. He looked at you mesmerized, not moving his hands from where they were, holding you close to him. “Can you kiss me?” he asked. You complied, kissing him again.

For him, it felt like a dream. He never thought you’d want to kiss him, let alone doing it twice. He had fantasized a lot about you, hell, he had even touched himself to those thoughts more than once, but never in a million years he would’ve imagined to actually be with you.

This time, the hand on your waist moved to your thigh, and when you made him squeeze it, he smiled. Again, it was a deep kiss, but this time it was sloppier and a little bit more desperate, both of you being really close to each other. His hand was moving on your thigh, going dangerously near your hip, which made you shiver. He pulled away for some seconds, looking at you with worried eyes. “Was that too much?” he murmured. “Do you want me to stop…?” you could hear the nervousness in his voice, scared that he might have crossed the line and offended you.

“No, no… please, don’t stop.” you replied, gaining a soft smile from him. He kissed you again, but this time you decided to get on top of his legs, straddling him, while guiding his hands to your hips and resting yours on his shoulders. You could feel he was tense, probably because he was nervous, so you decided to take the lead. You started to move your hips on top of his, creating some friction between your clothed sex and the growing bulge on his pants. The sudden contact made him moan in a low volume while still kissing you, his fingers strengthening their grip on the plush flesh of your hips. He slowly started to match your movements with his own, right after you moved your lips to his neck, kissing and biting the skin lightly. You smiled sheepishly when you felt his hands fidgeting with the fabric of your dress, as if he was trying to gather enough confidence to take it off. You soon realized what he wanted to do and pulled away from him enough to remove your dress by yourself, dropping it on the floor.

He eyed your body, while his hands touched your curves with very delicate strokes. He looked at you, as if he was asking for your permission, right before cupping your breasts with his hands, softly squeezing them. You started moving again, letting him explore your exposed skin with his hands while you slid your own hands under his shirt, feeling how your touch left barely noticeable goosebumps. You moved closer to his ear, nibbling his skin.

“You can touch me however you want. No need to be so cautious…” you murmured, before kissing his cheek and jaw, trailing kisses to the crook of his neck and the exposed skin from his collarbone.

Every single one of your actions and words made him flustered, but he obeyed you and started touching a little bit more confidently, knowing he had your permission to do so. Sometimes, he pressed his thumbs against the skin of your back, around your spine. Those little massages made you moan every single time. Steven took off your bra, cupping your breasts with his hands and biting and kissing the area softly, sucking on your nipples for some moments, drowning in the sound of your soft moans. He went to your neck, leaving a pair of bite marks, licking your skin.

He lifted up his hips, trying to create friction with you again, making you moan softly. You moved yours against his crotch, while leaving some few hickeys on his neck. Your hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, taking your sweet time, until you felt his hands finish the work for you. Once his shirt was on the floor, you eyed his bare chest, and you were almost sure you drooled at the sight.

He suddenly lifted you up, surprising you. And he surprised himself too. He didn’t know if it was because he was so needy of you, but it felt like something took control of his body and did all of that for him. He got up from the couch, looking at you until you pointed to your bedroom. He walked with you to your bed, while you were kissing and licking his collarbones, then laying you down.

You bit your bottom lip, opening your legs enough for him to fit between them, both of you continuing with the previous friction. He knelt on the bed, slowly and delicately taking off your underwear, taking his time to admire you with a little smile on his lips. He leaned to your face and you carefully grabbed the thin chain around his neck to pull him closer, kissing him again, moaning when his thumb found the swollen nub and started circling it with just the right amount of pressure. Maybe he wasn’t that experienced, or probably he was out of practice, but he definitely knew how to make you moan. He pulled away, licking his index and middle finger slightly, not breaking eye contact with you to make sure you were okay with his actions and he wasn’t making you uncomfortable. He put them in of you, curving them and touching the spongy tissue inside of you straightaway, making you moan loudly. His thumb went back to your clit, moving his finger again with a circular motion while the other two were rocking in and out of you. You moaned his name repeatedly, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand closer to your wetness.

You weren’t able to see his face since your eyes were closed, but he was excited to see you enjoying his actions so much. He was more of a giver than anything else, and seeing you moaning his name and being a mess under his body felt like the best dream he had ever had. Something inside of him told him to spread your legs a little bit more and eat you out, which he did, then facing your wet pussy, biting his bottom lip.

He removed his thumb, making you pout a little due to the lack of contact. He grinned, licking your folds, lapping your wetness and taking it to your clit. He sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves, while your hand moved to his messy curls, holding him in his place. You could barely think, but you knew for sure that his black hair was even softer than it looked. His licks were kinda clumsy sometimes, trying his best to please you in every way possible, but the way your back arched and your other hand held the pillow while louder moans escaped your lips gave him a huge confidence boost.

His fingers on the other side, were working wonders inside of you, the way he moved them and gracefully touched your spot with every single thrust was simply perfect. He started doing a scissor motion, to loosen you up a little bit more. From your perspective, he was one of the most talented men you’ve ever come across when it came to fingering.

He felt how your walls were tightening around his fingers, which only made him want to be inside of you even more than before, but he first wanted to make you cum. He needed to see you having an orgasm before fucking you, he didn’t want to feel that he was using you. The mere thought of you reaching your orgasm while he had his fingers inside of you and his mouth around your clit made him shiver.

When his fingers started to be more intense when touching your g-spot you let out a loud moan, now with both of your hands on his curls, feeling closer to your high, moving a little your hips, which he stopped with his free hand, pressing you down into the mattress.

“Fuck, Steven, just like that, please.” you begged when his pace made you get closer than before. He decided to only touch that spot inside of you while still stimulating your clit with his tongue, sucking the swollen area, which ended up throwing you over the edge. You let out an even louder moan than before, your eyes rolling back and your walls tightening around his fingers. He couldn't wait to feel that with his cock instead. Meanwhile he helped you to ride down from your orgasm, looking at you with heart eyes.

It took you some moments to be fully back to earth, that was a very strong orgasm, right before he leaned over your figure and looked at you with a soft smile. He was happy, you could tell, and you simply copied his smile. You could see that his lips were slightly shinier, with your slick, grabbing him by the neck and kissing him. You put both of your hands on his chest, making him lay on his back on the bed now.

He watched you when you started to unzip his pants, biting your lip with the sight of his dick covered by the underwear. That made him really shy and all of a sudden he felt self conscious. Again, he was way better at giving than receiving.

“Steven… do you want me to stop?” you asked, not touching him just in case he said no, with both of your hands on his chest.

“I… no, no… continue, please…” he replied, he was just nervous but actually did want you to continue.

Once you made sure he really wanted to, which was obvious when his hand grabbed your hair and moved it from your shoulders to your back with delicate strokes, you fully removed his pants. When they were off, you moved one of your hands to the bulge in his boxers, hearing him pant and moan very softly.

You took your time to remove his underwear, honestly, you actually wanted to hear him begging for you, since you knew that he wouldn’t make you suck him, and that was a huge turn on. You could already feel the wetness pooling between your legs once again. While your hand kept moving on top of his crotch, you heard a low “please” in between his moans, making you smile. You looked at him, nodding, then pulling down the last piece of fabric on his body,

You’d be lying if you said that his size didn’t surprise you, even though you’ve already felt he was big with all the humping you two did, but it was the width what surprised you the most. Still, you didn’t say anything, especially when you knew how shy he was, moving your legs to be on each side of his thighs. You looked at him when he grabbed your hair and made a ponytail with it, holding your hair gently, and then you held his length. You circled the tip with your tongue, hearing how his voice became shaky when you sank his shaft on your mouth. You started moving your head up and down while you felt his fingers playing and stroking your hair. He wasn’t exactly quiet, he was quite vocal, even though he tried to only look at you whenever you didn’t look at him, he didn’t seem to want or be able to hide his moans.

He had probably imagined this exact moment at least a hundred times, and now that it was real, he couldn’t stop thinking of how your lips around his cock was actually one of the greatest sensations ever. Right when he thought it couldn’t feel any better, you started to deepthroat him. He barely fit inside of your mouth, so you started to masturbate his length with your hand, while your mouth took care of the upper part.

“Please… go deep again.” he begged, slightly pulling your hair to stop you, making sure that his demand was heard. You were sure you heard him whimper before begging. You nodded, looking at him and being mesmerized by the sight of him. His naturally messy hair was even messier than usual and there was a huge blush on his cheeks. You obeyed him, sinking his cock as deep as you could in your mouth, trying your best to not trigger your gag reflex. Steven couldn’t properly think in that exact moment, his actions were mostly instinctive, moving your head by the grip he had on your hair, making you go a little bit faster.

You could feel precum leaking in your mouth, knowing he was close to his orgasm, going as fast as you could, feeling how his hand held your hair even stronger.

Just around five minutes later, he came in your mouth, with a quite loud moan, and you swallowed as much as you could of what was spilled on your mouth. Steven let go of your hair, panting. Then, he looked at you, seeing you cleaning with your hand the corner of your lip, putting it back in your mouth. When you smiled at him, he got shy again, avoiding your eyes, even though the sight made him hard again.

“I’m… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, you know… cum in your mouth.” he murmured, to what you giggled, shaking your head no. You didn’t mind at all, in fact, you wanted him to do that and that’s why you hadn’t moved an inch when you felt his precum in your mouth.

“It’s okay. I find it really hot.” you replied, seeing his eyes opening wide and then smiling, you getting on top of him and straddling him again. You looked at him from that top position, biting your lip. “You look so good from up here…” you murmured, making him smile shyly again. You were sure such shyness would be the end of you.

“You look good too…” he replied, tucking some hair behind your ear. He had absolutely no idea if he did it right by complimenting you back, but he was satisfied with your smile. There it was, that awkwardness that made you fall head over heels for him, that unique attitude of his.

Then, you aligned his shaft with your pussy, sitting down on him slowly, letting out a loud moan, feeling how he was stretching you out in the best way possible. You grabbed his hands, making him put them on your ass, putting your own on his chest, to gain stability. You stayed there for some moments, trying to get used to him and moving in a gentle back and forth way. He was looking at you, worriedly because of how your legs were shaking, no matter how heavenly your tight and warm wetness felt around him. Seeing his anxiety you leaned down, kissing him to show him that you were okay, starting to properly fuck yourself on his cock.

You were going painfully slow for him, but he wouldn’t hurry you, even if he felt like he needed to fuck your brains out. Still, he moved his hips to meet yours, making you moan when his tip graced over your spot, accidentally digging your nails on his skin, hearing how that made him hiss softly. You kept moving on top of him at a steady pace, looking at him and biting your bottom lip, he looked extremely hot. Suddenly, you felt his hands squeezing your ass, which made you wetter, somehow. Then, a loud moan escaped your lips when you felt him spanking you, even if said spank wasn’t that hard, while you were moving on his cock to try to touch your g spot once again. Of course that surprised you, a lot, you never thought he could spank you, but you enjoyed it. And honestly, he didn’t think he could do it either.

Steven kept one of hands on your ass, moving the other one to one of your breasts, holding your nipple between his index finger and his thumb, tweezing it softly, doing so to only see your reaction. In that specific moment, he wasn’t fully sure if his actions were actually his or if it was… instinct? But he really didn’t mind it, not when you were on top of him, fucking yourself on him, moaning his name whenever he met your hips with kinda strong thrusts.

You reached for the hand on your breast, making him put it around your neck and press it gently, trying to tell him to choke you. Again, the same type of thoughts invaded his mind, thoughts that were telling him how hard he wanted to fuck you, but he wasn’t that type of person. He’d let you have control over him, at least for most of the time, unless you actually asked him to dominate you. Still, wanting to please you in every single way he could, he slightly choked you, being worried about hurting you but trusting your actions, while you put your hands on his thighs for better support.

To be honest, he couldn’t take his eyes off you, the way your breasts bounced every time you sat down on him, how your hair was covering part of your face… for the first time in years, he was feeling like he did something right, even if he didn’t remember asking you to go out with him, it seemed to be one of the best decisions he had ever taken. His hand moved to your upper back, pressing you down to him, kissing you. Those actions made you giggle, kissing him back, while your hips moved on top of him, a little bit harder, touching his chest and leaving nail marks all over it. You pulled away from the kiss, going to his neck again, nibbling the sensitive skin and leaving some marks near his collarbones, while he started moving in the same way you were doing moments before, hugging your waist to keep you close to him.

Both of you were a moaning mess, which made you two get even more aroused. You looked at him, taking some time to appreciate his facial features and how his eyes were glued to how he was inside of you, making you smile slightly. “Steven… move harder, please…” you pleaded when you felt one of his thrusts going deeper than before. You were trying to move by yourself but your legs were way more tired than you thought they’d be. He nodded, complying, bucking his hips faster, making you arch your back. You leaned down to his shoulder, biting it, trying your best to not moan that loud. He realized it, gently making you sit straight, looking at you with a smile that looked too soft for the way he was fucking you.

“I want to hear you moan, please, don’t be shy.” he said, hiding his nervousness when telling you such words, thrusting into you harder than before. He was a little sloppy and kind of clumsy at times, but still managed to send shivers of pleasure up and down your spine. Obviously, his actions got the reaction he wanted the most, hearing how loud moans escaped your lips. You felt so wet and tight that he felt he was going crazy over you, and you already knew that it'd be hard for you to feel so good with any other man. He wasn’t the type of person to do it really hard, he worried a lot about his partner and you weren’t the exception. Even if he wanted to have you underneath his body to fuck you better and get to stimulate your clit again, with the same thoughts of totally ruining your body, he wouldn’t do so. Because, at the same time, he didn’t want his show to end, and with his nervousness he was scared to be on top of you. His hands were touching you in an erotic way, but left millions of sweet caresses on your skin to let you know that he wasn't just using you, that he actually cared about you. His touch made you like him even more, if that was possible.

You put your hands on the pillow, next to his head, leaning towards his face to start another kiss, drowning your moans in it. His tongue was playfully exploring your mouth. You loved how he was more confident, it made you really happy to feel him like that. He took his right hand to your clit, smiling when he felt the wetness on your skin, starting to rub his fingers over it. He couldn't stop smiling while hearing you moaning his name, putting your hands again on his chest. The sudden touch made your walls get tighter around his cock, making your eyes roll to the back of your head, taking away all strength of your body. He wanted to make you cum with him, and he knew that the only way to achieve that was touching you.

Of course he saw that, making him smile and holding you again, with one of his hands on your hip and the other one hugging your waist strongly. Steven started to thrust harder into you, even if it was kind of difficult when you were so tight. You looked at him, touching his cheek delicately, just because you wanted to show him affection. "Steven… I'm close…" you murmured, between loud moans. He nodded, as if telling you that he was close to his climax too, while still stimulating your bundle of nerves and fucking into you and that was enough to throw you over the edge.

You came moaning his name, which made his confidence go over the roof. His hips moved in an erratic way while you milked him, cumming inside of you.

You laid down on his chest, panting, letting out a giggle when he took both of your hands and held them, intertwining your fingers.

“Are you feeling ok?” he asked, his voice being barely a whisper, while peppering the skin he had near with light kisses. He couldn’t help it but smile at your naked figure laying on top of him, somehow it felt even better than fucking you.

“Yeah… I’m just… really tired.” you murmured, looking at him, kissing his lips sweetly. “You look even more handsome now…” you added, unconsciously, seeing how his cheeks turned red as an apple. You laughed, and he wished he could hear that sound until the day he died. “Sorry… I’m just being honest.” you added, brushing your noses together.

“I think like your honesty…” he said, while you kissed his cheek, putting one of your hands on his chest, on top of his heart, while still holding the other one.

“So… do you want to sleep now or not? Because if you don’t want to, I may know what we can do.” you said, quite suggestively, making him laugh a little, while his hand brushed and delicately played your hair. He cupped your face between his hands, kissing you sweetly, while still being inside of you.

It would be a huge lie to say you didn’t have more orgasms that night.

Next day, when you were finishing your shift, you saw him looking for you, with something in his hand. You called his name, seeing him walking to you with a bright smile that you have never seen on him. He gave you the pastry you had told him last night that you liked, which made you sigh, with a cute smile on your face. You couldn’t deny it, you were in love with him.

You talked a bit, while you were still behind the gift shop’s counter, with your elbows on it, looking at him with dumb eyes. He was telling you about his fish and how he wanted you to meet his one finned wonder, but you were busier looking at his features and sometimes glimpsing at the marks on his neck, which by the way, were more notorious than yours. And there were many more.

All morning you had Donna making comments about the eye bags under your eyes, as well as the few marks on your neck, which you didn’t even bother to put makeup on. He only left you like three but you wanted everyone around you to see them. You knew she didn’t like Steven at all, so instead of asking him, she’d be bothering him during his whole shift. She first compared your tired appearance to his, as if it was a bad thing.

You saw her walking towards you two, probably going to tell him to “stop annoying” you like she always did, and with a small grin, you grabbed Steven’s neck, kissing him. That took him by surprise, specially because he was still talking about Gus, but kissed you back gently, even though you had made him really, really shy.

You pulled away from him, giggling when you saw how flustered he was, but enjoying way more how the blonde woman stared at you two, speechless.

“Sorry for kissing you so suddenly and in public but… You should’ve seen her face.” you told Steven, who just laughed.

“I wish I had…” he murmured. He was red as a tomato, but he was happy with your kiss, leaning over to steal a peck from your lips. “Next time tell me so I can see it.”

[mcusua]

Crush <3

steven grant x fem!reader

warnings: language, smut, MINORS DNI, humping, unprotected sex, blowjob, cum swallowing, oral (f!recieving), kinda fluffy because i love him so much

word count: 6.2k (oops)

a/n: oh god i love this man so much

one episode and i’m already obsessed and i needed to write about him

and yes ik i said after the requests but tomorrow’s moon knight day, i needed to

(i won’t lie, this gif does things to me)

Steven and you were colleagues. You usually did the late shifts in the museum’s gift store before Donna said that she was fed up with him, and before she could fire him, you offered yourself to exchange shifts with him. And he never really stopped thanking you, no matter how many times you told him it was okay.

He didn’t even care if he was in a rush (well, he always seemed to be in a rush), he always found time to come next to you and thank you, again. Sometimes he bought little things for you, maybe a sandwich or some candy, always giving them to you, thanking you yet again and then leaving. He was so cute you may or may not have had a huge crush on him.

You didn’t even know when or how you started liking him. Maybe it was the way he had such a nice personality or perhaps his unique vibe. Or maybe how you knew, somehow, that he’d never judge you.

There were some times where he acted differently, way more confident than usual and even his accent changed, but you never really minded. It had happened around three times, and he even flirted, but you thought it was just Steven being… Steven, as usual. But the last time, he told you to wait for him after work, and you obviously agreed.

You were outside the museum, playing with your phone. He didn’t tell you if you were going on a proper date or just for some coffee, so you were dressed in an ambiguous way, nice and formal, but also not so much. You were wearing a slightly tight black dress, with a flowy skirt, alongside a pair of heels.

You knew he was coming because you heard his footsteps, not hard to memorize due to their… peculiarity. You put your phone inside your bag, and as soon as you saw him, you waved at him, with a smile on your lips.

He was confused. Not only for seeing you standing there, possibly waiting for him, but also because of your clothes and the makeup on your face. He hadn’t really seen you with nice makeup since you just wore some really light stuff for work. And he was sure you didn’t have any date with any of the other night shift workers, you’ve barely talked with them after exchanging shifts with him.

He waved back though, but his face expressed nothing but doubt. He took a little bit longer than usual to walk up to you, even though he had a little smile on his lips.

“Uh… hello…” he said, still confused but with that smile on his face. “W-Why are you here…?” he asked, and this time it was your turn to have the same expression as him.

“You told me that you wanted to meet me tonight.” you replied. It wasn’t new, he was usually confused and didn’t seem to remember many things, but you always thought it was due to his lack of sleep.

“Oh… uhm… yeah, yeah, you’re right. I did.” you heard, while he was nodding, not looking at you for more than some seconds, like most of the time.

Steven had no memories of asking you out, but he wouldn’t waste such an opportunity. To be honest, he also had a crush on you, but he was almost fully sure you'd never agree to go out with him. He held his bag, sighing in a way to calm his anxiety. “W-What do you want to do…?” he asked. This time, he did look at you, and you were sure that there was a growing blush on his cheeks, which made you smile. God, he was so adorable.

“I don’t know. We can go to a bar, have dinner or just some coffee. Whatever you prefer.” you replied. You were sure you were looking at him stupidly, with a dumb smile on your lips. He nodded and gestured to you to start walking.

You walked with him for a while, while trying to decide where to go. The talk was a little bit awkward from his side, but you didn’t mind. You knew he was an introvert and didn’t really mind about his attitude. But then, you grabbed his arm and that really surprised him, stopping right where he was.

“Can we sit down? These shoes are killing me.” you said, with a little laugh at the end, to which he obviously said yes. You sat on a bench, him eyeing you to make extra sure you were actually ok. And also because he found you to be absolutely gorgeous.

You two chatted for some minutes on that bench, and you could see his anxious self was a little bit more comfortable around you. That made you feel extremely happy. You knew he was probably tired all the time due to his sleep issues, even though he hadn’t told you much about it, it made you think a lot. Especially when he was probably tired after work and still invited you… that made you so soft.

“So… d-do you want to go for some coffee or tea?” he asked, with a sweet and small smile on his lips, while you nodded. That made his heart so happy he felt it could explode.

“I know a nice place, come, let's go.” you said, getting up and grabbing his hand, pulling him lightly to go with you. He got up, with a sheepish smile, nodding. You had no idea, but he’d follow you to the end of the world if you asked him to.

That sudden contact obviously made him a little bit shy, but he didn’t say anything when your hand didn’t move when you started walking. You knew you were more straightforward than him, but his awkwardness and shyness made you like him even more.

You guided him to a small coffee shop, not letting his hand go. “You’ve got warm hands… it’s nice to hold them.” you said, seeing a huge blush creep on his cheeks. You weren’t lying, his touch was soft and warm, which was why you didn’t want to let his hand go.

“I…” he stuttered, but then he cleared his throat, trying to not sound dumb. “Thank you.” he replied, with a soft smile, and you smiled back to him.

While in that coffee shop, you talked with him and everything was simply perfect. He insisted so much to pay for your coffee that you were scared he’d give you the money whenever he saw you in the museum if you paid yourself.

He was such an easy person to talk to, you had no idea he was that sweet, but you’ve never felt more comfortable with anyone else on a first date. He even told you a little about his sleeping issues and how he woke up in strange places. When you showed him your worry about it, he felt… seen, and that warmed his heart. You were the first person in a while who not only didn’t judge him for deciding to sleep as little as he could, but also showed real concern about his situation and didn’t make fun of it.

After you two left the small place, he took your hand hesitantly, this time making you blush, walking with you to your apartment. You were still talking about whatever crossed your minds, obviously talking shit about Donna, even though that last part was way more intense from your side. Once you two were near your doorstep you realized you didn’t want it to end.

“Uhm, Steven?” you asked, making him look at you. “Do you want to come upstairs and tell me about egyptology? I just… don’t know much about it and I’d love it if you explained it to me. Just in case some curious kids ask me again at the gift shop.” you added, noticing how his facial expression lit up, while hesitantly nodding. You 100% knew how much he loved talking about it and it was the only idea that crossed your mind to keep talking with him. It was mostly an impulsive question, you even stuttered a little when trying to explain why you wanted it. Of course you didn’t want to sound like a creep and tell him it was because you didn’t want to let him go to his apartment.

You guided him to your house, feeling a little bit nervous about having him in, it was a little bit of a mess, but somewhere deep down you knew he wouldn’t mind.

Once inside, you grabbed his coat and bag, leaving them on a chair. He sat down on the couch, and it was very visible how nervous he was, but you hoped it wasn’t the bad kind of nervousness. You sat next to him, taking off your shoes and putting your legs up, and started asking him some questions about all the ancient Egypt myths he could tell you. In fact, you didn’t lie about kids asking you stuff while you were working.

Soon, you realised his shyness was because he was scared to be invading your personal space, but later he started to get more comfortable, which you saw when his posture relaxed and put one of his arms on the backrest. At first you weren’t that interested in the mythology, you only asked him to talk about it because you wanted to keep listening to him mostly, but his way of explaining was simply captivating.

He kept on talking, sometimes saying sorry but continuing even more happily every single time you asked him to continue. When he realised it was already really late, around 2am, he felt guilty and started apologizing to you for making you be up so late, tripping with his words.

“Steven.” you cut him, grabbing his cheeks and making him look at you, making him shut up immediately, trying to calm him down with delicate caresses on his cheekbones. “It’s okay… I really enjoy listening to you and I’m glad you’re here with me.” and with those words he felt like he was melting. You saw him smiling widely, in a way you haven’t seen before, and then glimpsing at your lips multiple times while he thanked you sweetly. And when you thought about it, you’ve caught him staring at various occasions.

You moved closer to him, and when he didn’t move, you took it as a good signal. “Can I kiss you?” you asked in a low voice, still with his cheeks between your hands, giving him soft strokes with your thumbs. As soon as he nodded, you leaned even closer, but he took the initiative and kissed you first.

His lips were soft, just like everything about him. And while one of your hands travelled down to his shoulder, he grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to his body, in a needy way. To be fully honest, that surprised you, not only because his grip was quite stronger than you thought it would be, but also because you didn’t expect it at all. Still, you absolutely adored it. You weren’t fully sure about doing it, but you decided to deepen the kiss, touching his bottom lip with your tongue, which was quickly welcomed and your initiative reciprocated. One of his hands went to the curve of your back with his palm opened. You decided to move one of your legs closer to his, putting it on top of them.

You had to pull away from the kiss, even if you didn’t want to, because you needed to breathe. You let out a giggle, looking at his slightly swollen lips while your hands were on his jaw, stroking the area with your thumbs. He looked at you mesmerized, not moving his hands from where they were, holding you close to him. “Can you kiss me?” he asked. You complied, kissing him again.

For him, it felt like a dream. He never thought you’d want to kiss him, let alone doing it twice. He had fantasized a lot about you, hell, he had even touched himself to those thoughts more than once, but never in a million years he would’ve imagined to actually be with you.

This time, the hand on your waist moved to your thigh, and when you made him squeeze it, he smiled. Again, it was a deep kiss, but this time it was sloppier and a little bit more desperate, both of you being really close to each other. His hand was moving on your thigh, going dangerously near your hip, which made you shiver. He pulled away for some seconds, looking at you with worried eyes. “Was that too much?” he murmured. “Do you want me to stop…?” you could hear the nervousness in his voice, scared that he might have crossed the line and offended you.

“No, no… please, don’t stop.” you replied, gaining a soft smile from him. He kissed you again, but this time you decided to get on top of his legs, straddling him, while guiding his hands to your hips and resting yours on his shoulders. You could feel he was tense, probably because he was nervous, so you decided to take the lead. You started to move your hips on top of his, creating some friction between your clothed sex and the growing bulge on his pants. The sudden contact made him moan in a low volume while still kissing you, his fingers strengthening their grip on the plush flesh of your hips. He slowly started to match your movements with his own, right after you moved your lips to his neck, kissing and biting the skin lightly. You smiled sheepishly when you felt his hands fidgeting with the fabric of your dress, as if he was trying to gather enough confidence to take it off. You soon realized what he wanted to do and pulled away from him enough to remove your dress by yourself, dropping it on the floor.

He eyed your body, while his hands touched your curves with very delicate strokes. He looked at you, as if he was asking for your permission, right before cupping your breasts with his hands, softly squeezing them. You started moving again, letting him explore your exposed skin with his hands while you slid your own hands under his shirt, feeling how your touch left barely noticeable goosebumps. You moved closer to his ear, nibbling his skin.

“You can touch me however you want. No need to be so cautious…” you murmured, before kissing his cheek and jaw, trailing kisses to the crook of his neck and the exposed skin from his collarbone.

Every single one of your actions and words made him flustered, but he obeyed you and started touching a little bit more confidently, knowing he had your permission to do so. Sometimes, he pressed his thumbs against the skin of your back, around your spine. Those little massages made you moan every single time. Steven took off your bra, cupping your breasts with his hands and biting and kissing the area softly, sucking on your nipples for some moments, drowning in the sound of your soft moans. He went to your neck, leaving a pair of bite marks, licking your skin.

He lifted up his hips, trying to create friction with you again, making you moan softly. You moved yours against his crotch, while leaving some few hickeys on his neck. Your hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, taking your sweet time, until you felt his hands finish the work for you. Once his shirt was on the floor, you eyed his bare chest, and you were almost sure you drooled at the sight.

He suddenly lifted you up, surprising you. And he surprised himself too. He didn’t know if it was because he was so needy of you, but it felt like something took control of his body and did all of that for him. He got up from the couch, looking at you until you pointed to your bedroom. He walked with you to your bed, while you were kissing and licking his collarbones, then laying you down.

You bit your bottom lip, opening your legs enough for him to fit between them, both of you continuing with the previous friction. He knelt on the bed, slowly and delicately taking off your underwear, taking his time to admire you with a little smile on his lips. He leaned to your face and you carefully grabbed the thin chain around his neck to pull him closer, kissing him again, moaning when his thumb found the swollen nub and started circling it with just the right amount of pressure. Maybe he wasn’t that experienced, or probably he was out of practice, but he definitely knew how to make you moan. He pulled away, licking his index and middle finger slightly, not breaking eye contact with you to make sure you were okay with his actions and he wasn’t making you uncomfortable. He put them in of you, curving them and touching the spongy tissue inside of you straightaway, making you moan loudly. His thumb went back to your clit, moving his finger again with a circular motion while the other two were rocking in and out of you. You moaned his name repeatedly, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand closer to your wetness.

You weren’t able to see his face since your eyes were closed, but he was excited to see you enjoying his actions so much. He was more of a giver than anything else, and seeing you moaning his name and being a mess under his body felt like the best dream he had ever had. Something inside of him told him to spread your legs a little bit more and eat you out, which he did, then facing your wet pussy, biting his bottom lip.

He removed his thumb, making you pout a little due to the lack of contact. He grinned, licking your folds, lapping your wetness and taking it to your clit. He sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves, while your hand moved to his messy curls, holding him in his place. You could barely think, but you knew for sure that his black hair was even softer than it looked. His licks were kinda clumsy sometimes, trying his best to please you in every way possible, but the way your back arched and your other hand held the pillow while louder moans escaped your lips gave him a huge confidence boost.

His fingers on the other side, were working wonders inside of you, the way he moved them and gracefully touched your spot with every single thrust was simply perfect. He started doing a scissor motion, to loosen you up a little bit more. From your perspective, he was one of the most talented men you’ve ever come across when it came to fingering.

He felt how your walls were tightening around his fingers, which only made him want to be inside of you even more than before, but he first wanted to make you cum. He needed to see you having an orgasm before fucking you, he didn’t want to feel that he was using you. The mere thought of you reaching your orgasm while he had his fingers inside of you and his mouth around your clit made him shiver.

When his fingers started to be more intense when touching your g-spot you let out a loud moan, now with both of your hands on his curls, feeling closer to your high, moving a little your hips, which he stopped with his free hand, pressing you down into the mattress.

“Fuck, Steven, just like that, please.” you begged when his pace made you get closer than before. He decided to only touch that spot inside of you while still stimulating your clit with his tongue, sucking the swollen area, which ended up throwing you over the edge. You let out an even louder moan than before, your eyes rolling back and your walls tightening around his fingers. He couldn't wait to feel that with his cock instead. Meanwhile he helped you to ride down from your orgasm, looking at you with heart eyes.

It took you some moments to be fully back to earth, that was a very strong orgasm, right before he leaned over your figure and looked at you with a soft smile. He was happy, you could tell, and you simply copied his smile. You could see that his lips were slightly shinier, with your slick, grabbing him by the neck and kissing him. You put both of your hands on his chest, making him lay on his back on the bed now.

He watched you when you started to unzip his pants, biting your lip with the sight of his dick covered by the underwear. That made him really shy and all of a sudden he felt self conscious. Again, he was way better at giving than receiving.

“Steven… do you want me to stop?” you asked, not touching him just in case he said no, with both of your hands on his chest.

“I… no, no… continue, please…” he replied, he was just nervous but actually did want you to continue.

Once you made sure he really wanted to, which was obvious when his hand grabbed your hair and moved it from your shoulders to your back with delicate strokes, you fully removed his pants. When they were off, you moved one of your hands to the bulge in his boxers, hearing him pant and moan very softly.

You took your time to remove his underwear, honestly, you actually wanted to hear him begging for you, since you knew that he wouldn’t make you suck him, and that was a huge turn on. You could already feel the wetness pooling between your legs once again. While your hand kept moving on top of his crotch, you heard a low “please” in between his moans, making you smile. You looked at him, nodding, then pulling down the last piece of fabric on his body,

You’d be lying if you said that his size didn’t surprise you, even though you’ve already felt he was big with all the humping you two did, but it was the width what surprised you the most. Still, you didn’t say anything, especially when you knew how shy he was, moving your legs to be on each side of his thighs. You looked at him when he grabbed your hair and made a ponytail with it, holding your hair gently, and then you held his length. You circled the tip with your tongue, hearing how his voice became shaky when you sank his shaft on your mouth. You started moving your head up and down while you felt his fingers playing and stroking your hair. He wasn’t exactly quiet, he was quite vocal, even though he tried to only look at you whenever you didn’t look at him, he didn’t seem to want or be able to hide his moans.

He had probably imagined this exact moment at least a hundred times, and now that it was real, he couldn’t stop thinking of how your lips around his cock was actually one of the greatest sensations ever. Right when he thought it couldn’t feel any better, you started to deepthroat him. He barely fit inside of your mouth, so you started to masturbate his length with your hand, while your mouth took care of the upper part.

“Please… go deep again.” he begged, slightly pulling your hair to stop you, making sure that his demand was heard. You were sure you heard him whimper before begging. You nodded, looking at him and being mesmerized by the sight of him. His naturally messy hair was even messier than usual and there was a huge blush on his cheeks. You obeyed him, sinking his cock as deep as you could in your mouth, trying your best to not trigger your gag reflex. Steven couldn’t properly think in that exact moment, his actions were mostly instinctive, moving your head by the grip he had on your hair, making you go a little bit faster.

You could feel precum leaking in your mouth, knowing he was close to his orgasm, going as fast as you could, feeling how his hand held your hair even stronger.

Just around five minutes later, he came in your mouth, with a quite loud moan, and you swallowed as much as you could of what was spilled on your mouth. Steven let go of your hair, panting. Then, he looked at you, seeing you cleaning with your hand the corner of your lip, putting it back in your mouth. When you smiled at him, he got shy again, avoiding your eyes, even though the sight made him hard again.

“I’m… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, you know… cum in your mouth.” he murmured, to what you giggled, shaking your head no. You didn’t mind at all, in fact, you wanted him to do that and that’s why you hadn’t moved an inch when you felt his precum in your mouth.

“It’s okay. I find it really hot.” you replied, seeing his eyes opening wide and then smiling, you getting on top of him and straddling him again. You looked at him from that top position, biting your lip. “You look so good from up here…” you murmured, making him smile shyly again. You were sure such shyness would be the end of you.

“You look good too…” he replied, tucking some hair behind your ear. He had absolutely no idea if he did it right by complimenting you back, but he was satisfied with your smile. There it was, that awkwardness that made you fall head over heels for him, that unique attitude of his.

Then, you aligned his shaft with your pussy, sitting down on him slowly, letting out a loud moan, feeling how he was stretching you out in the best way possible. You grabbed his hands, making him put them on your ass, putting your own on his chest, to gain stability. You stayed there for some moments, trying to get used to him and moving in a gentle back and forth way. He was looking at you, worriedly because of how your legs were shaking, no matter how heavenly your tight and warm wetness felt around him. Seeing his anxiety you leaned down, kissing him to show him that you were okay, starting to properly fuck yourself on his cock.

You were going painfully slow for him, but he wouldn’t hurry you, even if he felt like he needed to fuck your brains out. Still, he moved his hips to meet yours, making you moan when his tip graced over your spot, accidentally digging your nails on his skin, hearing how that made him hiss softly. You kept moving on top of him at a steady pace, looking at him and biting your bottom lip, he looked extremely hot. Suddenly, you felt his hands squeezing your ass, which made you wetter, somehow. Then, a loud moan escaped your lips when you felt him spanking you, even if said spank wasn’t that hard, while you were moving on his cock to try to touch your g spot once again. Of course that surprised you, a lot, you never thought he could spank you, but you enjoyed it. And honestly, he didn’t think he could do it either.

Steven kept one of hands on your ass, moving the other one to one of your breasts, holding your nipple between his index finger and his thumb, tweezing it softly, doing so to only see your reaction. In that specific moment, he wasn’t fully sure if his actions were actually his or if it was… instinct? But he really didn’t mind it, not when you were on top of him, fucking yourself on him, moaning his name whenever he met your hips with kinda strong thrusts.

You reached for the hand on your breast, making him put it around your neck and press it gently, trying to tell him to choke you. Again, the same type of thoughts invaded his mind, thoughts that were telling him how hard he wanted to fuck you, but he wasn’t that type of person. He’d let you have control over him, at least for most of the time, unless you actually asked him to dominate you. Still, wanting to please you in every single way he could, he slightly choked you, being worried about hurting you but trusting your actions, while you put your hands on his thighs for better support.

To be honest, he couldn’t take his eyes off you, the way your breasts bounced every time you sat down on him, how your hair was covering part of your face… for the first time in years, he was feeling like he did something right, even if he didn’t remember asking you to go out with him, it seemed to be one of the best decisions he had ever taken. His hand moved to your upper back, pressing you down to him, kissing you. Those actions made you giggle, kissing him back, while your hips moved on top of him, a little bit harder, touching his chest and leaving nail marks all over it. You pulled away from the kiss, going to his neck again, nibbling the sensitive skin and leaving some marks near his collarbones, while he started moving in the same way you were doing moments before, hugging your waist to keep you close to him.

Both of you were a moaning mess, which made you two get even more aroused. You looked at him, taking some time to appreciate his facial features and how his eyes were glued to how he was inside of you, making you smile slightly. “Steven… move harder, please…” you pleaded when you felt one of his thrusts going deeper than before. You were trying to move by yourself but your legs were way more tired than you thought they’d be. He nodded, complying, bucking his hips faster, making you arch your back. You leaned down to his shoulder, biting it, trying your best to not moan that loud. He realized it, gently making you sit straight, looking at you with a smile that looked too soft for the way he was fucking you.

“I want to hear you moan, please, don’t be shy.” he said, hiding his nervousness when telling you such words, thrusting into you harder than before. He was a little sloppy and kind of clumsy at times, but still managed to send shivers of pleasure up and down your spine. Obviously, his actions got the reaction he wanted the most, hearing how loud moans escaped your lips. You felt so wet and tight that he felt he was going crazy over you, and you already knew that it'd be hard for you to feel so good with any other man. He wasn’t the type of person to do it really hard, he worried a lot about his partner and you weren’t the exception. Even if he wanted to have you underneath his body to fuck you better and get to stimulate your clit again, with the same thoughts of totally ruining your body, he wouldn’t do so. Because, at the same time, he didn’t want his show to end, and with his nervousness he was scared to be on top of you. His hands were touching you in an erotic way, but left millions of sweet caresses on your skin to let you know that he wasn't just using you, that he actually cared about you. His touch made you like him even more, if that was possible.

You put your hands on the pillow, next to his head, leaning towards his face to start another kiss, drowning your moans in it. His tongue was playfully exploring your mouth. You loved how he was more confident, it made you really happy to feel him like that. He took his right hand to your clit, smiling when he felt the wetness on your skin, starting to rub his fingers over it. He couldn't stop smiling while hearing you moaning his name, putting your hands again on his chest. The sudden touch made your walls get tighter around his cock, making your eyes roll to the back of your head, taking away all strength of your body. He wanted to make you cum with him, and he knew that the only way to achieve that was touching you.

Of course he saw that, making him smile and holding you again, with one of his hands on your hip and the other one hugging your waist strongly. Steven started to thrust harder into you, even if it was kind of difficult when you were so tight. You looked at him, touching his cheek delicately, just because you wanted to show him affection. "Steven… I'm close…" you murmured, between loud moans. He nodded, as if telling you that he was close to his climax too, while still stimulating your bundle of nerves and fucking into you and that was enough to throw you over the edge.

You came moaning his name, which made his confidence go over the roof. His hips moved in an erratic way while you milked him, cumming inside of you.

You laid down on his chest, panting, letting out a giggle when he took both of your hands and held them, intertwining your fingers.

“Are you feeling ok?” he asked, his voice being barely a whisper, while peppering the skin he had near with light kisses. He couldn’t help it but smile at your naked figure laying on top of him, somehow it felt even better than fucking you.

“Yeah… I’m just… really tired.” you murmured, looking at him, kissing his lips sweetly. “You look even more handsome now…” you added, unconsciously, seeing how his cheeks turned red as an apple. You laughed, and he wished he could hear that sound until the day he died. “Sorry… I’m just being honest.” you added, brushing your noses together.

“I think like your honesty…” he said, while you kissed his cheek, putting one of your hands on his chest, on top of his heart, while still holding the other one.

“So… do you want to sleep now or not? Because if you don’t want to, I may know what we can do.” you said, quite suggestively, making him laugh a little, while his hand brushed and delicately played your hair. He cupped your face between his hands, kissing you sweetly, while still being inside of you.

It would be a huge lie to say you didn’t have more orgasms that night.

Next day, when you were finishing your shift, you saw him looking for you, with something in his hand. You called his name, seeing him walking to you with a bright smile that you have never seen on him. He gave you the pastry you had told him last night that you liked, which made you sigh, with a cute smile on your face. You couldn’t deny it, you were in love with him.

You talked a bit, while you were still behind the gift shop’s counter, with your elbows on it, looking at him with dumb eyes. He was telling you about his fish and how he wanted you to meet his one finned wonder, but you were busier looking at his features and sometimes glimpsing at the marks on his neck, which by the way, were more notorious than yours. And there were many more.

All morning you had Donna making comments about the eye bags under your eyes, as well as the few marks on your neck, which you didn’t even bother to put makeup on. He only left you like three but you wanted everyone around you to see them. You knew she didn’t like Steven at all, so instead of asking him, she’d be bothering him during his whole shift. She first compared your tired appearance to his, as if it was a bad thing.

You saw her walking towards you two, probably going to tell him to “stop annoying” you like she always did, and with a small grin, you grabbed Steven’s neck, kissing him. That took him by surprise, specially because he was still talking about Gus, but kissed you back gently, even though you had made him really, really shy.

You pulled away from him, giggling when you saw how flustered he was, but enjoying way more how the blonde woman stared at you two, speechless.

“Sorry for kissing you so suddenly and in public but… You should’ve seen her face.” you told Steven, who just laughed.

“I wish I had…” he murmured. He was red as a tomato, but he was happy with your kiss, leaning over to steal a peck from your lips. “Next time tell me so I can see it.”

a/n: part 2 is posted here!

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so i’ll finish the two other requests and then i’ll write abt steven grant because i’m so in love

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Fem!reader(if u want) x Natasha where reader works as shield as an office assistant for the agents and has habits like biting her lip when she concentrates or like scrunches her brows and Natasha thinks it’s really cute so whenever R asks N questions regarding paper work she blanks and she’s like (•_•). “Sorry? What?)- fluffy ending please, and if u write this thank you!

Hi! Tysm for your request! It rlly made me cry sm, I rlly appreciate it ♡

I hope you like it!!

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Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none, just a bunch of fluff ♡

English is not my first language, sorry if it’s not perfect, I tried my best! <3

Word count: 1.4k

You worked as a Shield agent assistant, mostly doing office stuff. It wasn’t the best job out there, of course there were better things, but you had great colleagues and it paid the bills. Nothing was better for you than a place with a good environment and a good salary. Plus, you had the opportunity to meet some of the Avengers, which wasn’t bad either and was a good thing to say when you were bored at parties.

So far, you had talked with three of them: Steve Rogers, who was always very polite with everyone around, then with Tony when he threw a party to help everyone working to “get rid of so much stress”, and last but not least, with Natasha.

She just had that special vibe to her. You didn’t know if it was pure and total admiration, or more of a little crush, but every time she was near, which sadly wasn’t as much as you wished it was, there were butterflies in your stomach.

The few times you had talked, she was just the sweetest, at least, from your point of view it was that way. Yeah it was a crush, and not a little one, more like a huge crush on her. But come on, who wouldn’t fall for her?

One time when you were focused on your paperwork, as always your sight on the papers and the papers only, you were totally unaware of the sneaky glances you were constantly getting from a safe distance.

While talking to Clint, Nat couldn't help but look in your direction. For her, it was a magnificent view, you biting your lip while reading those papers. Sometimes you scrunched your brows, which made her internally giggle.

It was an unconscious action, you had no idea you were doing so, while usually your fingers fidgeted with an eraser. And that was yet another thing Nat loved. She adored those little habits. She had fallen head over heels for those actions, they simply made you, you, and it always made her smile, even if she didn’t openly express it.

That one was one of the few times she let another person be aware of the growing crush she had on you.

She wasn’t worried about your sexual orientation, she was a born observer and she had already seen the little fabric bracelet with the gay flag sticking out from your long sleeved shirts. That gave her a feeling of relief, naturally, but she wasn’t sure you could even imagine liking her.

There were times when you asked her about your paperwork, mostly while doing mission reports, she was the most approachable one from your point of view. Usually, it was while writing them, and it gave her the best view of your habits, how you bit your lip when you were writing, how you scrunched your brows when you misspelt a word and how you were always playing with some small object between your fingers while talking. It was an addictive view for her.

“Nat?” and the sound of her name always made her come back to reality.

“Yes?” she asked, blinking a little bit faster than usual and looking into your eyes again.

“The report…” you murmured, with a slight blush on your cheeks, that unknowingly imitated hers. She just always got lost on her thoughts whenever she saw those little actions. The redhead was flustered, of course she was, whenever you caught her looking at you with that endearing little smile, and even though she tried to hide it… it was harder than usual with you around.

That day, you were sitting on your desk, drinking from the cup of hot coffee you had between your hands, all while reading some mission reports, going through all of them to find something you were asked to.

“Hey.” you heard, what made you look up from your stuff, finding the russian standing in front of you, with her arms crossed. You hadn’t realized, but she had been sneakily looking at you for some minutes before approaching. Yes, she was probably one of the most confident people to ever walk on earth, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be a little nervous when talking to you. It wasn’t noticeable, tho. She always knew how to keep calm under any stressful situation, and talking to you most certainly was.

“Hi Nat.” you said, with a small smile on your lips, which replaced the biting lip from seconds ago. “Do you need anything?” you asked, putting a post-it on the page you were, before putting all that paperwork aside, now focusing your attention on the trained assassin next to you. To be honest, you weren’t bad at hiding your slight anxiety either, as well as the big smile that threatened to appear on your lips. It was usually the other way around, you were the one asking Natasha and her dumbly smiling, but for the first time it was her asking.

“No, no. Well, yes, but it’s not work related, don’t worry.” she replied, also with a small smile imitating yours, she didn’t want to give you even more work to do. “I guess you already know Tony’s giving yet another party, so I was wondering if you’d like to come with me.” and with those words that hidden bright smile appeared on your lips.

“Yeah, of course. When is it?” you asked, with a slight blush on your cheeks, which gladly wasn’t very noticeable.

“Tonight. I’ll pick you up at 7, if that’s okay.” she offered, all while you just simply smiled and nodded.

There was a little more of small talk, and then she left, promising to not steal any more of your time, not before asking your number.

That promise didn’t last long, because for the rest of your shift, around five hours, there wasn’t much in your head other than the redhead. And that was pretty obvious, the huge smile on your lips showed how happy you were, no matter how much you tired to hide it.

Nat wasn’t very different, except for the fact that she did know how to hide that smile and the almost explosive happiness inside of her. And when Clint asked if she was going to have a date for that night’s party, she just winked at him.

You were laying on your bed, staring at your ceiling, with a big smile on your face, thinking about how that night was a little bit chaotic, but still perfect for you.

Firstly, you almost have a crisis because you had no idea what to wear. And that wasn’t normal at all, and that was probably because you were overall nervous because you were going out with your crush.

After an hour of trying to decide what to wear, you went with a simple black dress, quite silky, with spaghetti straps and an open back. Not much after your clothing decision and your makeup finished, you received a message, which meant that she was already there.

The party was awesome, fun as always, but simply better because you had Nat as your date. She was mostly around you, almost in a protective way, getting closer whenever a man tried to approach you. And every single time that made you giggle and look at her.

Then, when you had to leave, it was raining like there was no tomorrow, and Nat had taken two umbrellas from Tony’s house, god knows how she got them. She opened your door when you were about to get into her car, which resulted in you being flustered.

She got off with you and accompanied you to your apartment’s doorstep, carrying your shoes in her hand. And then, right before telling you goodbye, she left a soft and delicate kiss on your cheek.

You were sure she knew how that made you feel because your cheeks went from a light pink to a strong red.

“Hope to see you again.” she said, after that small kiss on your face. “Dinner next time?”

And like last time, when she offered to take you to the party, you were simply able to smile and nod, but this time she was feeling a thousand times more confident.

Natasha couldn’t wait until next Monday, just to see you focusing again, biting your lip and slightly frowning, except that for the first time, she didn’t feel like she needed to hide it all the time.

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requests & masterlist <3

pls send in requests!

i accept smut, fluff & angst. i'm still working on that one tho lol

most characters when writing "_ x reader" are gn, if not, they'll be female.

can do 2 characters x reader (pls send these, i’m a sucker for love triangles)

it’s always “_ x reader”!

i DONT write:

ANY kind of non-con/dub-con

NO UNDERAGE (unless BOTH characters are, still won't write smut)

i won't write any request that makes me uncomfortable

i also don’t write mlm, sorry!

colors mean:

red: mostly fluff

blue: mostly smut

green: mostly angst

purple: fluffy smut

fonts mean:

bold italic: mini (>2k)

bold: long (<2k)

characters:

-Pietro Maximoff

Nervous? (fluff, 1.2k)

-Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley

Crush <3 (steven grant, smut, 6.2k)

Baby <3 (steven grant, smut, 6.3k, crush pt2)

-Bucky Barnes

-Wanda Maximoff

-Brunnhilde

-Layla El-Faouly

-Loki Laufeyson

-Steve Rogers

-Carol Danvers

-Natasha Romanoff

Patterns (fluff, 1.4k words)

-Yelena Belova (no romantic/sexual stuff, she's aroace, please respect it.)

-Kate Bishop

-Xu Shang-chi

-Katy Chen

-Xu Xialing

-Peter Parker (both Andrew’s and Tom’s)

-Miguel O’Hara

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just a lil reminder that i'll soon start posting marvel imagines, short fics, drabbles, etc

pls send requests! i'd love to make them <3 (post'll be up later lmao)

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Reblog to mark your territory as an OG (since 2015) Pietro Maximoff fan.

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the frogvengers pt.2☆

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the frogvengers pt.1 ♡

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