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steven-grants-world · 5 hours ago

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I would definitely invite him in 😏

Hi, for my stalker!santiago i mentioned earlier here it is

I picture him a little bit delulu, like him being aware what he's doing but he thinks of his doings as the better, more human actions. He leaves reader anonymous notes and gifts from time to time and likes to watch reader but he genuinely cares and hopes reader likes his gifts

YAY! I was excited for this one!

For you

Santiago Garcia masterlist

Stalker!Santiago Garcia x gn!reader

Cw/triggers: Stalking, (innuendo), anonymous gifting, not beta read, potential typos.

Summary: Santiago is outside your place after he placed down a gift for you and his thoughts are running.

Santiago sat inside his car. He was parked outside your place, waiting if you’d open the door after he knocked and discover his little present he left. You had recently been eyeing a necklace which was too expensive for you, so as people-pleasing as Santiago is, he kindly purchased it, put it in a nice little box and wrapped it up, put a ribbon on and a small note on top. He knew you were still awake despite the late hour. Couldn’t you sleep?

This had been the third time this week, the other two times he placed down a Rose and bouquet of flowers each had a note complimenting your appearance.

A small smile forms.

He knows it’s not the best way to approach someone but he somehow liked the idea of being your secret admirer. And him being the admirer. He wonders what you would think when he shows up and tells you how much he likes you. Would you be creeped out? Scared? Maybe you wouldn’t mind it, maybe you’d love it and get turned on by having someone as Santiago as your friendly ‘stalker’. But he hopes you wouldn’t be creeped out by his actions, he isn’t evil. He just likes the approach and hopefully you do too.

Finally he sees movement. You opened the door, curiously picking up his little gift for you. He really hopes you’d like it. After you went back inside, Santiago leaned back and let out a soft sigh, probably out of the fear that you would have thrown it away or something, but he was glad you didn’t.

Santiago was curios at this point, he wanted to know if you had read the note, did you like it? He spent a couple hours trying to find the perfect words for you. You’re perfection and needed to be acknowledged as perfect after all.

Of course, he asked William and Frankie for advice, Benny chimed in and told him that he must remember what you like, Frankie said be romantic and William gave the advice to be a gentleman and offer help and never pressure.

Now Santiago wants to put the help to test and confess to you, but first he wanted to know your reaction to his newest gift. He really hopes you like it, and if you do he’ll surely make his next move.

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#santiago garcia x reader

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steven-grants-world · 6 hours ago

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We finally have news about this movie!!

#finally #i waited so long #in the hand of dante #Oscar Isaac

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steven-grants-world · 19 hours ago

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Had a thought about blue

A NASTY ONE 💀

But he's a nasty lil bug so I guess 😶

#i need him carnally #blue jones #oscar isaac characters

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steven-grants-world · 1 day ago

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they've created like a lunch van for jj's new romance drama for promotion and i won't lie to you i want to fly to seoul for the sole reason of buying that cup

#lee jung jae

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steven-grants-world · 1 day ago

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listen, im thinking about the mk boys specifically marc and oh boy. lets just say reader pissed them all off and marc ties their hands behind the back and just fucks them as punishment, not giving a single shit about any complaints and is just like "you brought this on yourself brat" and i just know the other two want a piece of that cake

You cooked anony!!

Much to pay

Moon Knight masterlist

Moon boys (mainly Marc) x gn!reader

Content: Short but it's just smut, slight degradation.

Marc plunges deep into you, one hand gripping your hip while the other holds your tied wrists in place. He already came inside you, his previous load slowly oozing out of you around his cock but he didn’t mind. He ignored your whimpers and pleading of overstimulation, snickering at that.

“Tell me how many times you already came.”

“Twice.”

“Twice? Still got more to do after giving us your bratty attitude.”

He stopped thrusting, his hand holding your wrists moved to gently grab your neck, giving a quick soft squeeze as he leaned over you.

“Thought we’d go easy on you, hm?” He chuckled darkly, rolling his hips against you. “Should have used your pretty head and thought about it.” He whispered lowly into your ear. “You know we hate when you act up, honey.”

Marc gripped your hips again and started thrusting, cursing under his breath when he felt you tighten. “We will only stop once we deem you punished.” He squeezed your hips, thrusting deep into you. “And don’t bet on Steven. Once he gets out, you’d think it’s either me or Jake.” He chuckled again, starting to thrust steadily into you.

His glare seems to burn right through your skull when he heard and felt you squirming in his grip due to overstimulation once more. He had to hold back a sadistic grin. “Squirm all you want, you brought this on yourself.” He stated in a matter of fact.

He kept his punishing pace but after a few minutes, his grip became tighter again and slipped down to grab your thighs before leaning down closely to your ear, his voice and accent stronger this time.

“Bratty eh? Let’s see what we can do about that, sí?”

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#marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector smut #steven grant smut #jake lockley smut

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steven-grants-world · 3 days ago

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#summer is basically hell now

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steven-grants-world · 3 days ago

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Season 3 gihun was damn hot

#seong gi hun #lee jung jae

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steven-grants-world · 3 days ago

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Why is this 3 hours long?

#look at this cutie #lee jung jae #seong gi hun #squid game

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steven-grants-world · 3 days ago

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poe dameron- dedicated

Summary: Poe overhears you and your friends talking about how hard he works, but it turns out he’ll make time for things that matter. (no smut, kissing, gn reader, Poe being charming, 2k)

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Poe Dameron is so dedicated to the Resistance…

The first person who can’t think of anything has to take a shot.

It’s become a joke among your group of friends. Just four of you. One of them works on X-wings. You work on droids and equipment. The other two work mostly on the admin side, picking up a blaster or datapad wherever’s needed.

You all have regular contact with Commander Dameron. Everyone does. The man is everywhere at once. He does nothing but work. Even though he’s the first one to say that that personal time is important and that you need to recharge, even during war.

“Poe Dameron is so dedicated to the Resistance, that…”

You start. “That he’s saving himself for after the war ends.”

One of your friends snorts. “That guy? No, he gets plenty of action. That’s what I’ve heard.”

“I think he’s just good-looking so people assume he gets around,” you say.

Your friend rolls his eyes. “You have such a crush on that guy. I get it. We all go through a Dameron phase. But it’s been months. Get over it.”

You push his shoulder. “It’s professional admiration.”

“I’m sure you admire seeing his ass in that flight suit, if that’s what you mean,” he says.

“I think he’s just works extra hard to make sure Leia isn’t stressed,” you say.

“Oh, she’s Leia now?”

You feel your face get hot. You’d done a tune-up on C-3PO. Told him to drop by once in awhile so you could keep him shiny. You like him, despite his overly-verbose demeanor. He’d made a connection, something you said that reminded him of something Leia had said. He’d introduced you, and you’d had tea with the legend herself a few times.

She's funny, so smart, and as crazy as it is, kind of a friend.

As much as you’ve already lost in the war, as everyone’s lost, you’ve gained so much too. The two of you have that in common. Mostly, though, it’s weirdly casual. Two women talking shit.

Last time you’d had tea, all you’d done for an hour was talk about how men in the Resistance always have better hair than men in the First Order. Like, all a guy has to do to go undercover in the Order is put some gel in his hair and stick a steel rod up his ass. Maybe grow a creepy mustache. You’d ended up in a fit of giggles wondering if they get all their hair inspected, or just what you could see on their heads.

“Okay, okay,” your other friend interrupts. “I’ve got one. Commander Dameron’s so dedicated to the Resistance that he has the patch design printed on his pillowcase so he can kiss it goodnight.”

“All over his bedsheets.”

“No,” you say, “it’s probably tattooed on his ass.”

Your friend chokes on his drink. “Commander Dameron.” He stands, staring behind you. Your friends follow suit, but you’re frozen with fear and embarrassment.

No fucking chance.

Is he behind you?

Maybe he’ll go away?

You feel a hand on your shoulder. “I’m glad you didn’t get up for little old me. You clearly don’t stand on ceremony, am I right?”

You look up just in time to see Commander Poe Dameron looking at the half-empty bottle on the table. He scratches his fingers through his dark, curly hair. He glances at you expectantly.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you say quickly.

He nods, flashes a smile to your friends. “Take a walk with me,” he says to you.

Your face drops, but you get up and walk out with him into the still-humid night air. Your friends wave goodbye to you like they might never see you again.

Poe’s hands are tucked in his jacket pockets. He gives you half a smile. He doesn’t look angry. “I know you weren’t really making fun of me. You were actually right about most of it.”

Oh Maker, how long had he been listening?

“I haven’t done half the things people say I did, romantically,” he says. “Most of my time’s spent trying to make things easier for other people, where I can. I hear you do the same.”

You look at him, confused, as you walk further away from the base buildings, into the darkened trees. Your eyes adjust, shading everything in dark blue night.

He scratches his jaw thoughtfully. “If I’m working everyone too hard, I apologize.”

You stop and face him, feeling like you want to shoot yourself out into open space. “No, not at all, Commander. We all look up to your dedication. The care you put into everything. It’s really beautiful to watch. Or, not beautiful. I shouldn’t have used that word. I mean, I admire you.”

He lifts a brow. “Do you, now? And just Poe, by the way.”

“Yeah, after I made a total asshole of myself, I’m not calling you by your first name, Commander,” you say and keep walking.

You hear him chuckle under his breath. It’s a different sound than the friendliness or the natural authority he usually exudes. It’s intimate almost. Probably just wishful thinking.

He might’ve brought you out here to save you the embarrassment of reprimanding you in public.

You’d never been in the military until you’d joined the Resistance, so you’re not even sure how these things work.

“I’m sorry for making fun of you,” you say without looking at him.

He’s quiet for a few steps, then still quiet when he speaks. “I hate to admit it, but I kind of deserve it. You know I haven’t taken a day off in months? I actually crashed your party looking for a mechanic to come tinker on one of Blue Squadron’s X-wings that I noticed had a wiring thing. I was in the hangar and the panel was open. I needed another set of hands to change the configuration of the-” he sighs, “and I’m doing it again. Work work work. Not even my plane. Not my squadron.”

You try to smile at him supportively.

“And you defended me more than you made fun of me,” he says with a gleam in his eyes.

You look away so he doesn’t see you grimace so hard it’s amazing your face doesn’t turn inside out.

“You know, if you’re curious about my ass, you could just ask,” he says.

You turn around to apologize again. Poe’s bottom lip is caught between his teeth. His eyes watch you from underneath his long, fluttery lashes. The corner of his mouth lifts and his expression instantly goes from teasing and playful, to hot-between-your-legs.

Okay, maybe he’s not just an accidental flirt because he’s so good looking.

He definitely knows what he’s doing.

You’re grateful it’s dark out. Hopefully it hides the fact that you’re maybe starting to sweat a little. Panic a teeny, tiny touch. You lick your lips and wish you hadn’t because Poe’s eyes track the movement of your tongue across your mouth.

He scratches his fingernails over the front of his neck, opening his shirt just a touch more in the process. He looks further down the path, giving you a really great view of his jawline and how the muscles of his neck work to keep that gorgeous head upright.

This guy is a tease. He absolutely knows it.

He looks at you again with his big, flirty eyes. “About that ‘Dameron phase,’” he smiles.

“I can’t believe I defended you to my friends,” you say before you can stop yourself.

He smiles hugely. “Oh come on, don’t be like that. I really don’t mean to flirt most of the time.”

You walk away quickly, fighting laughter, and he runs to catch up with you.

“I mean, I was flirting with you back there. But you can’t blame me.” He walks backwards, trying to get you to look at him again. “I was afraid my skills were a little rusty. From your reaction, though, looks like I’m still at the top of my game.”

You bite back a smile. He plants himself in front of you and you bump into him and scramble back. His hands rest on your upper arms.

“I haven’t taken anyone out in months,” he says leadingly.

You stare over his shoulder and not at all in his eyes that will suck you in and never let you go. “I’m sure you’ll find someone. Seeing as how you’re ‘still at the top of your game.’”

He angles his head into your line of sight. “Have a drink with me.”

Your ears feel like they’re on fire.

He takes your hand in his and starts walking again. “Or maybe just a walk? I owe you for defending my honor.”

You roll your eyes, but you both know he’s won you over.

Poe leads you further down the dark path. The moon filters down, lighting the way.

You’d been literally speechless the first time you’d seen him in person. Not just because he’s famous, but because he’d been jumping out of his X-wing, dark curls ruffling in the breeze, a billion credit smile on his face, and his eyes had locked with yours for a second. Barely a second. But long enough for your heart to stop beating. When it started again, all it ever said was ‘Poe.’

That ‘Dameron phase’ is more of a lifestyle at this point.

“The General told me she’s thinking of asking you to assist her more closely,” Poe says. “She’s worried you don’t have time for more work, though.”

“Tell her I would be honored. Wow. Why didn’t she say something a few days ago?”

Poe shrugs. “She asked me to talk to you, get to know you a little, give her my thoughts. I wanted you to know what was going on, though. I don’t like keeping secrets. Then, I overheard you talking about me and now, we have this beautiful night, the moon and stars.” His chin rises upward toward the sky. “I’m thinking between your current workload and meeting me for meals and walks, you might not have time left over for the General.”

You can’t help but laugh quietly. “I think a couple of things on that list can be crossed out.”

He grins at you. “Okay, if you want to make dating me your full-time job, I guess I’ll have to tell the General you’re all mine.”

“You really are unbelievable,” you mutter, thrilled beyond belief.

“Going out with me is the only way you’ll find out what’s on my ass,” he teases you.

He stands closer to you. So close you can smell the leather from his jacket, mixed with something that you know in your gut is just Poe.

“Well, it is a really great ass,” you concede.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

He leans in, his head tilting and his hand coming up to gently guide your lips to fit against his. His tongue hits your bottom lip as he kisses you deeper. He doesn’t waste any time and it doesn’t just make all of your parts tingle, it feels like more than that. A sense of safety that’s hard to come by these days. Like gravity is no match for how Poe touches you. The warmth of his soul tangling up with yours.

You’re relieved that Poe looks just as dazed as you do when the kiss finally, softly, comes to an end.

He’s still holding your face, his brown eyes like liquid starlight as they search yours.

“Poe Dameron is so dedicated to the Resistance,” he says quietly, “that he’s going to make better use of our limited resources and insist you sleep in his quarters from now on.”

You almost snort laugh, he says it so seriously, even though his eyes are pure mischief.

“So dedicated,” he kisses the tip of your nose, “that obviously, the only person he can see himself being with is someone who’s just as dedicated to it as he is.”