#YES THIS IS THE FUCKING STEVEN IMAGE

[prixoruno]

the other thing i posted to twitter this month btw

[misrepresentedmorallygrey]

PROPAGANDA

Rose Propaganda

"We saw her character arc in reverse!! We first saw all the good she did and then learned of her terrible actions in the past. If her story was told the other way around, it would have been a great redemption arc. Yes, she did some terrible things, but she had no choice. She did everything she could to stop the colonization of earth peacefully buy nothing worked. Blue and yellow diamond just didn't listen to her and when they did, THEY were the ones who made the zoo and shit. Rose wanted to free them but couldn't get to them after the war! And with the corruption, there's no way she could have known that'd happen. There's so many things she wanted to do but just couldn't. And with spinel, yes it was shitty to leave her alone for so long, but again, between running her court, running the rebellion, dealing with earth, she likely wasn't a very high priority and like with the zoo, there was no way to get to her after the war since the galaxy warp was destroyed. And don't forget, she was practically a child around this time. You're saying you didn't do any stupid, selfish, or harmful things as a kid? She learned from her experiences and grew, we just saw that growth in reverse, leaving us as viewers with a poor perception of her."

"Rose Quartz is Steven Universe’s dead mom. Initially, she’s set up as sort of an ethereal perfect figure who everyone misses and compares him to. Later we get to see more of her backstory and discover that she’s actually like, a person, with flaws, who has done some bad things, but she did those bad things largely in the course of trying to escape an abusive home life and save the people and planet that she fell in love with. It’s very clear that despite her flaws she was trying to do the right thing and that she deeply cared about others. Unfortunately, a woman who was not a Perfect Martyr was way too much for the Steven Universe fandom to handle. She pretty much set off the wave of SU crit blogs because these people were furious either that she had taken violent measures to solve her problems, that she hadn’t taken violent enough measures to solve her problems, or both somehow. Lots of “Why didn’t she just murder her abusive parental figures?” Lots of “She was evil for having a baby even though she knew she’d die in childbirth!” Lots of “She should’ve been able to protect everyone from a magic nuclear weapon with the power of love somehow.” Lots of “She shouldn’t have rebelled (even though not rebelling would’ve meant the destruction of Earth) because her abusers retaliated and that’s her fault.” LOTS of people drawing her as stick thin even though she was fat in the show. People treated her like she was on the same level or even worse than her abusive parental figures who were also the main villains of the show. It was unbearable to witness."

Feferi Propaganda

"While Feferi isn't completely innocent, a lot of people in the fandom only use acknowledge her existence to make her ex look like a pitiful sad boi. He's literally a racist facist that made plans for genocide. She is not a selfish beach who only wanted him to do stuff for her; she dated to save lives and keep him from murdering innocents."

[loserboysandlithium]

Dreams: Steve Harrington Blurb

⚠️Explicit sexual content. Minors DNI⚠️

*there's no plot here. Just wanted a little Steven smut.* originally posted on my main blog which is non existent at this point 😂 thanks tumblr

***

"H-Holy shit." You pant breathlessly, looking down at Steve buried between your thighs. Steve Harrington.. The King of Hawkins High.. How the fuck did I get here? You had barely talked when you were in school. Little flirty comments here and there but now you had both graduated and somehow ended up at the same small party years later.

You're leaning against the wall in the cramped closet, your leg tossed over his shoulder. You reach down gripping his fluffy hair as he continues working you with his skillful tongue.

"Ohh. Don't stop.. Steve, please don't- fuck, baby." your fingers tighten in brown locks as you begin to rock against his face making him moan into you. You watch him carefully, this image something you've only ever seen in your dreams. And it was so much fucking better in reality.

His nose brushes against your clit over and over as you grind on his face, his tongue lapping at your soaked pussy, his fingers digging into your skin making your thighs tremble.

"I'm gonna cum. Steve, I'm so close." you whine, grinding your hips even faster, covering his face with your slick. He surprises you with a rough smack to your thigh, the action sending you over the edge.

"Y-Yes!" You cry out as your head falls back into the wooden panels, your body shaking wildly. Your thighs squeeze around his ears as your sweetness coats his face completely.

Your hips come to a stop but his tongue doesn't leave. Swirling through your cum, exploring every part of you. He moves lower, slipping his tongue into your dripping entrance, fucking it deep within you.

"I- ohh fuck." you can't form any sentence at this point. Your heart is pounding in your chest as he gives you everything you've ever wanted.

Well, almost. You still wanted to know if the rumors were true. If he was as big as they say.

He takes his time, enjoying the mess he made you make before he gently takes your leg from his shoulder, standing up. He looms over you, leaning close, his warm body pressed against yours, face shining with the evidence of your orgasm.

"You're naughtier than I thought, angel." He grins, his warm tone making you melt.

"I wanna- can I touch you?" you blurt making his grin double. Instead of speaking he grips your wrist tight, guiding your hand to his clothed cock.

You take your hand, tracing the outline of him, feeling his full length beneath your fingertips.

Fuck, he's huge.

"You gonna let me fuck you against this wall, honey? Want me to fuck you so deep? Wanna feel me in your stomach, hmm?" The dirty words coming from his soft lips make your face turn bright red.

"Please." you whisper, turning around placing your hands on the wall. You feel his lips on your neck making you sigh blissfully, his chest pressed up against you from behind.

"Ready for me, baby?"

You nod rapidly, biting your lip, hearing the splay of the zipper.

Now this.. this is my dream come true.

[spicyllewyn]

Helping you with homework. (NSFW)

Moon system x reader. (+18) Headcanons.

SFW version here!

Steven.

God bless Steven Grant's heart.

Although you didn't enjoy asking for help with things like this, you knew your boyfriend was the right person for your history assignment.

Unfortunately, remembering dates was your kryptonite.

"I'll explain it to you, okay?" He put on his glasses, and you sighed.

How were you supposed to concentrate when he looked like that?

You watched him go to his room and return with at least six different books in his arms.

And you pushed your chair so close that your shoulders touched.

It started well; you were understanding the timeline from prehistory to the Middle Ages.

However, you didn't take into account that once Steven started talking about his hyperfixations, he didn't stop.

By the second hour, you weren't sure if you were still retaining anything, so you did what your instinct dictated.

You slid down your chair and Steven didn't even notice.

Until after a few seconds when the words caught in his throat when he felt your hand on his baggy jeans.

"Love?" It came out strangled almost.

You were on your knees on the floor in front of him.

"Keep reading."

He obediently lifted his hips to let you lower his pants.

You collected a glob of saliva in your mouth before licking along his erection, he still had his underwear on.

The sudden chill from the damp cloth made him shiver.

"Th-Then, let's get into the topic of feudalism."

By the time you pulled his boxers down, Steven was so hard his cock snapped against his abdomen.

Poor baby Steven, he was so sensitive that the brush of the fabric of his sweater made him moan.

It gave him some relief.

“It was a set of…” a sigh. “Legal and military costumes in mediev-ah, fuck.”

You liked when he cursed.

Your tongue licked the length of him again, and Steven gave you more room by spreading his legs a little more.

“Medieval Europe.” He managed to say. “You remember we talked about i-it, huh, love? The beginning of…”

His head was already inside your mouth and Steven swore he could hear the force with which you were sucking.

“Of the medieval era.” You said after you pulled him out with a little 'pop' from your lips.

His fingers wrapped around yours, forcing you to hold him more firmly.

Steven almost sobbed when without warning you leaned forward.

You could feel it in your throat, but you didn't give him a break, instead you tapped his thigh twice inviting him to continue.

"Yes! Y-Yeah, yes, ahh-. T-The medieval era.” You couldn't see him but he already had his eyes closed. “It was between… Mhmm.”

Who was he trying to fool? He couldn't resist you.

And when he gave up, you made your move.

Bobbing your head up and down for him.

Slow, until his hand was placed on your head, pulling you down hard.

Your nose was brushing against his lower tummy.

And the gagging caused the muscles of your throat to squeeze harder for periods of seconds.

He didn't give you rest even when he came.

“J-Just like that, love.” His voice broke as his whole body shivered. “Swallow it. A-Ah-t-take it, it's all for you."

Steven wasn't that talkative in sex but… He always lost control when it came to you sucking him off.

And you obeyed, swallowing every last drop of his warm, delicious cum.

He remained with his back against the back of the chair with his eyes closed, his hand still in your hair.

She was breathing hard, her curls falling over her forehead.

And his cock was still twitching slightly.

The mere image was obscene.

"Love?" It cost him more than he would like to recover.

"Yes, Steven?"

"Why don't you take a nap while I finish this?"

Marc.

"I beg you." "No."

"Marc?" "No."

"Please?" "I said no."

You had been following him around the house for about 5 hours. Usually, you had no trouble completing your responsibilities from start to finish, but on days like today, you didn't even have the energy to turn on your laptop.

And Marc, of course, had already decided that there was no way he would help you with something like this.

In his school days, he didn't even do his own homework.

"Please, please, please." "I said no."

After begging for the 46th time, you finally gave up. The rest of the day passed just as boringly until dinner when you took the last sip of coffee from your cup.

"I'm not going to do it." After a week of constant sleep deprivation, you decided that you could afford to sleep for 8 hours just this once.

Marc looked at you in silence for a few seconds before nodding his head.

"Let's go to sleep then."

You obeyed, and you both went hand in hand to bed. Like every night, you felt him press you against his body with both arms.

The exhaustion in your body made you give in in less than 10 minutes.

But Marc couldn't sleep.

At 12:27 in the morning, he quietly got out of bed.

And at 01:53, you woke up. The fear of not feeling your daily companion almost made you cry like a little kid.

You got up to look for him, and it wasn't difficult at all. The light from your laptop illuminated the entire dining room.

And the sound of the keys echoed through the house.

"Marc?" "No," he replied again. Admitting such gestures was not his strong suit.

Still, he pushed the chair back to give you space, and you dragged your feet to sit on his lap.

You sat in front of the laptop and he continued typing with his arms at the sides of your body.

The least you could do was accompany him while he worked for you.

That and make sure he didn't make any mistakes.

You settled in a little jump on his lap.

And he had to take a breath.

Foolish of him not to assume you had noticed.

Another movement of your hips.

"Why don't you go sleep while I finish this?" His hoarse voice gave you a chill.

"I do not want to be alone." And it was not a lie.

With the tips of your feet you used the ground to have more control and you slowly moved again on top of him.

He growled, though you didn't know if it annoyed him to be distracted or because he liked it.

maybe both.

One hand gripped your hip, his fingers making sure you weren't able to move.

Sometimes you forgot the strength your boyfriend possessed.

"Stay." He ordered, his chin resting on your shoulder so he could see the screen.

And you, of course, with a PhD in testing Marc Spector's patience, did not comply.

You pushed yourself down, your ass pressing against his half-hardened cock.

“Shit, sweetheart.” He breathed heavily in your ear and you leaned your back against his chest.

Before you could know it, you were at his mercy.

He left the keyboard of the laptop and his two hands were placed on your hips. You knew his fingers would leave a mark, they always did.

But you didn't stop him when he began to guide your movements on top of his still clothed cock.

"You can't wait a few minutes, huh?" When your legs were on top of his, he separated them without having to use his hands.

His free hand positioned between your legs.

Every move you made on him resulted in more friction for you.

“Marc, Marc, Marc.” Your breathy voice filled the room.

He was pushing up like he was thrusting into you.

The rubbing of your clothes together began to emit heat because of the speed with which you pretended to ride him.

You both looked like teenagers with little time.

“You are going to make me cum on my fucking pants.” He growled against your neck as he nibbled at it to his liking.

Was he complaining or was it a compliment to you?

Anyway, you knew it was over when both of his hands forced you down as he emptied every last drop onto his clothes.

Your breaths echoed, unrhythmic and agitated.

"Go to sleep." He forced you to stand up. And you turned to enjoy the view. Post-orgasm Marc was always something worth admiring.

His glossy lips and red cheeks made you smile. And without meaning to, he smiled back, running a hand through his hair to push the curls away from his face.

"I'll go to bed when this is over."

Jake.

Spanish was never your strong suit.

And you knew very well that Jake was the one who could help you, but once you asked him, you knew he wouldn't stop bothering you.

He, on the other hand, was an expert in both things: speaking fluent Spanish and teasing you.

"Jake?" "Yes, honey?" "Can I ask you something?"

And as you suspected, he didn't leave you alone all day.

He started with innocent things, pointing to his fork and asking you. "What's this called, love?"

He even sounded like the host of a kid's show at some moments.

But when you lost your temper, Jake did too.

You stopped responding to him and playing along.

Bad idea. If your boyfriend was sure of one thing, it's that a day later you'd be crying in his arms for failing the exam, so he did what any responsible boyfriend would do.

"M-More." You said with a broken voice.

His cock was thrusting deeply into you.

His right hand smacked against your cheek.

It burned deliciously. And it was probably the fifth you received.

"¡Más!" You complained as you corrected yourself while your fingers clung to the bed.

You would have time later to scold him because the mattress was creaking as if he wanted to give up.

"Buena chica." (Good girl.) You wanted to beat the mocking smile out of him.

Even more so when he went back to the slow pace after a few seconds.

Turns out Jake had been in this game for about 40 minutes where he was fucking you to the limit and then suddenly stopping.

You wanted to burst into tears of frustration, but were you going to lie and say you weren't enjoying it?

"Más duro." (Harder.)

His own game played against him when you whispered between moans with your eyes locked on his.

For a moment you thought you had earned another slap, but instead, his hand went around your neck. You knew when he moved faster than you too you were pushing him to the limit.

Even under his body, with his hand forcing you to stay against the mattress, you managed to take control of things away from Jake just by batting your eyelashes for him.

"Más d-duro." You repeated with a broken voice.

And he obeyed.

You were so close

So close.

"Jake, please." Another slap. "¡Por favor! ¡Por favor!"

Your pleas were the straw that broke the camel's back.

"¿D-Dónde lo quieres, huh, a-ah, mierda-, princesa?" (Where do you want it, huh, princesa?) "M-mhm, dentro." (Inside.) And he was so lost in your body expressing the pleasure you felt in so many different ways that he didn't even notice the mistake in your response.

He filled you up.

And then pushed his spend deeper with some more thrusts.

You expected him to come out right away, you both deserved a break.

Instead, he slowly moved his hip again, making you whimper.

“We still have a lot to practice.” It didn't take long for your breathing to change, you weren't even sure you could walk to school tomorrow.

Needless to say, you received an amazing grade for the cheap price of spending those two hours with your cheeks flushing red every time you read certain words.

[justmeinadaze]

Secret Underneath Part 5 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: 😈 <---Me knowing how this chapter ends.

Warning: Older (Mid thirties) Sugar Daddies Steve and Eddie/ Young (Early to mid 20s) Baby Fem Plus Size Reader, SMUT, dirty talk, slight overstimulation, hot tub smut :), FLUFF, ANGST, they take her to an event where she feels slightly out of place and nervous. Guys tell her a bit more of their background. TWO cliffhangers in one ending! Your welcome.

What can I say...I need someone to spank me and make me behave.

Word Count: 4531

Series Masterlist Here/Donate to my Ko-Fi

You bite the nail of your thumb as the limo the three of you were riding in slowly inches forward towards the building where the event was taking place. Even with the tinted windows, the flashing lights were blinding you as the press snapped constant photos of each person as they stepped onto the red carpet in front of them. 

“Hey. Everything’s going to be ok, sweetheart.”, Eddie whispered as he took hold of your hand and threaded his fingers between your own. “These things still make me nervous to but trust me, you got this. If anyone was meant to be seen, baby, it’s you.”

His sweet words calm you a bit as you tilt towards him and kiss his lips. 

“Remember, just be yourself.”, Steve grinned as he pushed some of your salon styled hair behind your ear. 

“Be a pain in the ass. Got it.”, you tease making both boys chuckle as they leaned back in their seats and straightened up their extremely expensive but extremely sexy suits. “I feel a little out of my element.”

“I know, honey. Thank you for coming with us though. You look fucking beautiful.”

When a horde of stylists appeared at their apartment that afternoon, you thought they were only there for them since technically you were their guest but when a couple of people dragged you into the bedroom to get you ready, you literally stood there in silence accepting your fate. 

They spoke at you the entire time, asking questions before answering them on their own. 

“Ok, baby, now what kind of look would make you comfortable? The boys said you were going with them and since they are wearing black and pink, we were thinking a pink sleeveless with this slit up the thigh. Of course, we’ll keep your hair down. Is that ok? Oh my god, you are going to be so gorgeous!”

By the time they were finished, you hardly recognized yourself but both men’s reactions were priceless. 

“Mr. Munson, do you HAVE to smoke?”

“Yes, Stephanie, I do if you don’t want me shaking like a leaf.”

“Oh wow, Y/N, that dress is just stunning!”, their stylist beamed as you stepped out. 

As Eddie’s eyes glanced your way, he was starting to remove a cigarette from his pack but as soon as he saw you, they fell out of his hand making you giggle as he fumbled trying to catch them. 

“Fuck! Shit! I mean… wow… princess, you look…”

“Breathtaking.”, Steve finished for him. 

“Not half as good as you two.”, you grin as you kiss his lips as well. “Please don’t leave me alone out there.”

“We won’t, Y/N. I swear. One of us will be with you. If for any reason these reporters want to ask us questions, just stay behind us ok?”

Before you even get a chance to answer, the limo door is pulled open and you watch with amazement as their faces seem to change while stepping onto the carpet. Still holding your hand, he guides you out as your grip on him tightens and the lights of the cameras flash. 

“Mr. Harrington! Mr. Munson! Right here please! Turn your head this way! Eddie! Eddie! Steve! STEVEN! Over here!”

Someone with a headset appears to greet them, taking your arm and tugging you to the side while both men stand silently smiling as their photos are taken. They appeared confident especially Eddie who at random points stuck out his tongue causing Steve to laugh at his friend but you could tell this was an image. Another headspace they needed step into to do what needs to be done and control the image that the viewing public sees. 

“Come on, Miss, we need to get you inside.”

“Oh, no. They told me to stay here—”

“Well, I’m sorry, honey, but you can’t. I need to keep the line moving.”

Thankfully, Steve glanced your way, taking note of your panicked expression before hastily thanking them for their time and power walking your way. 

“Hey, no, no. She stays with either me or Eddie. No exceptions. This is her first time at one of these.”

“I understand that, Mr. Harrington, but I have to do my job.”

“Ok, well then I guess we’re done with interviews.”

“Steve, it’s ok. I’m ok. I’ll just wait inside by the door.”

His eyes scan you over as the girl behind you anxiously dances on her feet.

“Right inside, alright? Don’t wonder around.”

***

When they finally made it inside, a small huff left their lips at the fact that you weren’t waiting by the door. It took them a few moments to find you standing by the bar talking to a couple Steve definitely knew. You seemed a bit more relaxed and as they made their way to you a big smile stretched across your face. 

“Hey! Finally. You two were out there forever.”, you giggled. “Mr. Carmody and his wife Annie were keeping me company.”

“When she told us she knew you, Mr. Harrington, I had to poke her brain.”, the man chuckled.

“Please, sir, call me Steve.”

“Your office has reached out to me a few times but unfortunately I’ve been out of town dealing with some chaos.”

“Yes, sir. I read about what was happening to that building your renovating out west. We can help with that. My firm is really good with locking that down and getting things back on track.”

“So, I’ve read, Steve and what Y/N tells me as well. Look I don’t want to pull your attention from this beautiful young lady any longer. Why don’t you meet me in my office on Monday at about 9am and we can talk shop?”

Steve nods and shakes the man’s hand as he hands him his card and turns with his wife to leave. As soon as he disappears, the mogul spins around and lifts you in his arms in a big bear hug making you giggle till he places you on your feet again.

“I have been trying to get a meeting with him for months! How did you do that? How did you even…”

“Because I listen to you when you talk.”, you smile. “And I read a bit more about what you do. I thought maybe I could help.”

A bit too excitedly, Steve tugged on your hand and pulled you to a more secluded area before crashing his lips to yours. 

“You…are…amazing.”, he praises between pecks. 

“I know.”, you grin as your hands cup his cheeks.

As the night progressed, you found yourself getting more and more comfortable with the environment around you as both men introduced you to different people. When a lull finally presented itself, however, you scurried away to the outdoor patio and exhaled as you leaned over the balcony. 

“Excuse me, young lady, but I believe you’re supposed to stay by one of us.”, Eddie teased as he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, lighting the end, and balanced over the concrete beside you. “Oh shit. I’m sorry. Is it ok if I…”, he asked gesturing towards the stick between fingers. 

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you look fucking gorgeous and I don’t want to ruin your ensemble here with cigarette smoke.”

“Nah, baby. You know I don’t mind when you ruin me.”

The rockstar laughs as he ever so slightly leans close to you and you respond by looping your arm through his, tilting your head against his bicep. 

“You’re doing well by the way. You know how to handle the heathens that run around here.”

“I’m a teacher, Mr. Munson. I know how to handle rowdy kids.”, you giggle. “I just…I don’t want to embarrass you in any way. This is your life, you know?”

“Nuh uh.”, Eddie shakes his head. “Music and buildings are our life… you…are our life.”

As he trips over his words, you can’t help but glance up towards his face as he stares off into the New York skyline. For men that were extremely confident, they both turned into nervous shy teenagers when they mentioned your relationship with them. You imagined part of that was because of Gina and what she put them through.

“I know we haven’t know you very long but you’ve done more for us in over 5 months than anyone has done in the years that they’ve known us.”

“Why do I doubt that?”

“Ok, maybe, my uncle but don’t tell him that or else it will go to his head.”, he teased making you smile. 

“What are you two freaks doing out here?”, Steve joked as he came up to lean on your other side. 

“Escaping the boredom that is this party. I’m not going to lie though; I’m really fucking hungry.”

“Me to.”, you add with a whine causing both boys to laugh.

“How about we sneak out and go get some food?”

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You couldn’t stop giggling as you munched on the greasy burger in your hand while Eddie took another sip of champagne from the bottle in the car that was driving you three around. 

“Fuck. Steph is gonna kill me.”, Steve fussed as he hastily cleaned the ketchup that had fallen onto his tux. 

“Can we do something fun? I’m not ready to call it a night.”

“What did you have in mind, sweetheart?”

“Can we go see one of Steve’s buildings? I’d love to see one.”

“You’ve been in one, honey, with your class. My office is in a building I purchased. Plus, I’m not sure looking at one of my places would exactly constitute as ‘fun’.”, the mogul laughs. 

“Oh, come on. Pleeeease, Daddy.”, you playfully pout, clapping your hands in excitement when he gives in. 

After he gives the driver instructions, you curl up in both their sides as you wait to reach your destination. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t surprised when the vehicle stopped outside of what looked to be a stadium.

“You own this? Do you own the team as well?”, you laugh as Eddie takes your hand and helps you out of the car.   

“Uh no. That is way too much work BUT I do come to the games from time to time.”

“Steve used to be the star basketball player in our town.”

You beamed up at him as he nodded in agreement while you followed them blindly before ending up on a well light basketball court. 

“Is someone here?”

“No ma’am. Just us. These lights are timed so they’ll turn off closer to the morning.”

The sound of dribbling echoed through the stadium as the rockstar came into view bouncing a basketball. 

“Want to play?”

Smirking, you took the ball from his hand, bouncing it before shooting your shot and making the basket. 

“Oooo Stevie. You got some competition!”

“It seems I do. Want to make it interesting?”

“How so, Mr. Harrington?”, you sing with your big grin making them swoon. 

They loved seeing you happy.

“How about we take turns and for every basket we miss we have to take off an item of clothing.”

“Well, that’s not fair, Daddy. You have more pieces than I do.”

“Well, honey, make sure not to suck then.”

While you and Eddie laugh, Steve bounces the ball and shoots it from the free throw line, making his basket. The two of you follow suit, mimicking his moves perfectly while making the shot.

“So, you were a basketball star, huh? MVP?”

“Yup.”, Steve answered obnoxiously popping his lips on the P as he made another basket. “And swim captain to. None of it impressing my dad by any means.”

Taking your turn, you moved out of the way to allow Eddie his.

“What about you?”

“No sports for me, babe. I was hanging out with the other nerds playing D&D till all hours of the evening and selling drugs to cheerleaders.”

“Oof, you bad boy.”

After only hitting the rim, the rockstar sighed as he took off his jacket and tossed it to the side. 

“What about you, pretty girl?”

“I was a journalism kid. I loved to write and read.” Steve missed his next shot and having removed his jacket long ago, unbuttoned his shirt and placed with the others. “I know you said you both grew up together but how did you officially meet?”

“We didn’t exactly float in similar circles but—shit—“, Eddie whines as he takes off his shirt as well. “We didn’t really start talking until senior year. Learned we both had a lot in common.”

“How so?”

“Asshole dads, our moms weren’t in the picture, people in the town misjudged us…”, the mogul answered. “Everyone thought I was this fucking stupid jock with an ego.”

“Which to be fair, Harrington, was an image you catered to for a while there.”

“To make my dad happy. I learned a little too late that would never happen.” Missing his shot again, he took off his belt and pushed down his pants. “I’m starting to think we misjudged HER, Ed.”

“Most men do.”, you giggle. “What about you, Eddie? How did the town see you?”

The rockstar slide playfully to your side and you squeaked when he spanked your behind. 

“What did we say about that ‘most men do’ shit?”

“You’re not like most men.”

“Mhmm. Give me something.”, he demands light-heartedly as he holds out his palm. 

Jokingly glaring his way, you reach under your dress and shimmy down your panties, slamming them into his hand.

“These are cute.”, he grins as he throws them on top of their discarded clothing. “And they saw me kind of how you did before, some troublemaking bad boy except they thought I worshipped Satan or some shit.”

“You?”

“I know. Weird, huh? Fuck!”

With the men now in just their boxers, you beamed with pride.

“Ay, calm down, little one. You’re young and have a lot more energy than we do.”, Steve smiled as he ran his palm along his stomach. 

“Calm down, Mr. Harrington, you both aren’t THAT old. Now if I make this last shot, can you show me one of those rich people suites?”

“You mean the places that look like our apartment but are the size of yours? Yeah, sure, why not.”, Eddie chuckled. 

“Last time I checked your apartment doesn’t have a hot tub.”

“How do you know these do?!”

“Please. I’m broke. You think I haven’t fantasied about watching the game from one of those rooms?!”, you laugh as you casually bounce the ball in your hands. “Spend some time in that warm water, naked, with a glass of champagne and a sexy man between my legs. Both or three of us probably tripping in sweat with heavy panting and just being utterly filthy. Oof.”

Silently, they watched as you tossed the basketball in the air and you grinned at the sound of the swish as it effortlessly made it in. 

Grabbing your hand, Steve practically tugged your arm off while Eddie hastily gathered their clothes and all but ran to the elevator that would take you to the suites above. 

“Oh wow.”, you breathe as you take in the room. “This is gorgeous.”

“Not as gorgeous as you.”, the rockstar smiles sheepishly as he helps you out of your gown and carefully places it on one of the chairs nearby. 

“I didn’t realize the tub would be this small. Is that ok?”

“Depends.”, Steve answers as he slides into the water and flicks a button that allows it to come to life. “Are you asking because Eddie and I may bump into each other or because you think we’ll have trouble being comfortable because of your body?”

“Steve and I have bumped into each other before. I mean we are sharing a beautiful woman so skin touches from time to time.”, Eddie follows as he jumps in causing his friend to roll his eyes when some of the water spill onto the carpet. “And there’s no place we’d rather be, babe, then scrunched together with you in between us.”

They both reached out their hands that you take as you step into the tub, pleasantly sighing at the feeling of the hot liquid bubbling against your skin. 

Their lips were all over you immediately as they trailed along your neck, shoulder, back, and chest. You often marveled at how in sync both men always seemed to be in when it came to pleasing you. They both grinded against you but Steve was the first to slide his cock into your pussy as he tugged your back to his chest. 

“Fuck…”, you whine as your hand reaches down to stroke Eddie’s length. The rings on his fingers felt cool against your skin as he gripped your jaw and kissed your lips. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“Definitely come a long way from ‘I don’t want to ruin your suit, Daddy.’”, the rockstar teases making you and Steve breathily laugh between pants. “Our dirty girl.”

The mogul abruptly pulled out of you but before you had time react, Eddie lifted your leg around his waist and slide his cock into your core. The sudden change had your pussy clenching around him as your forehead rested against his own. 

“Y-You like that, sweetheart? Being passed between us…shit.”

“Being used by us?”, Steve added as you nodded. “Say it, honey.”

“I like…like being used by you, Daddy. Please, I’m gonna…cum.”

Eddie removed his length, spinning you around as the mogul guides himself into you again pumping his hips at such a fast rhythm that more water spilled out of the tub. Your fingers tangled in his hair that was beginning to dampen with warm water and his sweat. The sight alone had your cunt tighten even more and you whimper as the coil snaps. 

“Miss is it ok that the tub is small…”, he groans in your ear as he continues to thrust into you. “You like being this—fuck—close with no room t-to breathe.”

Hands pressed into your tummy and Steve pulled out once more for Eddie to replace him. Your head fell on his shoulder and he tenderly nibbled on your neck while the other man encased his lips around your nipple with his tongue flicking against the bud. Slamming his hips into yours, you listened as the rockstar grunted against your skin till you couldn’t take it anymore and came with a loud groan. 

When your body went limp against them wet hands cupped your face and tilted your head upright. 

“Hey. Look at me, baby girl. Are you ok?”

“M-More. Want more, Daddy, please.”

They both chuckled as Steve reached over to turn off the hot tub and carefully lift you out of the water. Neither of you made it far as he laid flat on his back against the floor with you on top of him; your head resting on his chest. 

“Here, sweetheart. Drink this.”, Eddie instructed, handing you a bottle of water that you gladly accepted. “You to, Steven. We aren’t young men anymore.”

“Oh my god.”, his friend laughed as his did what he commanded. Ignoring their banter, your lips trailed up the body of the man underneath you. “So needy, honey.”

“For you two.”, you coo softly as your nose grazes his. “Let me help you cum to, Daddy, please.”

“Go ahead, baby.”, Steve whispers. “Ride Daddy’s cock.”

Resting his hands on your sides, you both moan as you slowly sink down onto him. As you start to roll your hips, you feel his tip nudge past that spongy spot inside you causing you to tremble and throw you head back in ecstasy.

“Fuck, Y/N. Move.”

“I-I am Daddy. Fuck you’re so deep.”

Roughly his palms grip both sides of your head and bring you down till his face is inches from yours. 

“Don’t tease me, Y/N. We didn’t with you. Now, ride my dick like you fucking mean it.” Steve’s mouth fell open when you did what he told you to, bouncing aggressively as his hands found their way back to your hips to guide you. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. So fucking beautiful like this. Fuck! I’m so glad your ours.”

Collapsing flat onto him, his arms wrap around your back and he plants his feet into the floor, allowing him to thrust his cock into you at a rapid pace that overwhelms you as you push back against his hold. Steve doesn’t allow you mobility so you submit to the feeling as you melt into him, clinging to his body till you shake and cum hard with him following as he milks his seed into your cunt. 

Lifting you off the mogul, Eddie placed you on a nearby table on your back and yanked you to the edge. With his palms clinging to your thighs for leverage, he thrust his cock into your entrance and pounded his hips into your own, desperate for a release after watching you ride his friend. 

“Fuck, sweetheart…so fucking tight…Mmph.”

“Oh my god.”, you mewl as you drag your nails down his sweat glistening chest. 

“I need you to cum again, baby. Cum all over Daddy’s dick.” When you shake your head, his hand promptly flies to your throat and firmly squeezes. “I wasn’t asking, little girl. Don’t tell me no.”

As he rolls his waist, your eyes roll closed as your back arches and your arms fall over the side of the table giving Eddie a perfect view of your tits as they bounce with each pump of his length. 

“That’s our girl. Just l-let go, Y/N.”

His cock repeatedly abuses your g-spot and you grip his wrists to ground you as you whine loudly till the ball in your belly drops.

The rockstar’s jaw clenches at the feeling as his head hangs and he chases his own high. Tilting his body over yours, he grunts as his rhythm sputters and you feel him warm your insides. 

“F-Fuck. Good…good girl.”, he coos as his lips tenderly trail along your cheek to your neck. “You ok, princess?”

“T-Tired, Daddy. Wanna sleep now.”

Both men chuckle softly as Eddie carefully pulls out of your sore, aching cunt and reaches for a towel to clean you with while Steve searches around the room till he makes a tiny aha noise when he finds what he’s looking for. 

“I don’t think we can sleep here, baby. But let’s get you back home so you can curl up in bed.”

“Your home?”

You groan as the rockstar lifts you to your feet but holds you under your arms to keep you steady as the mogul lifts your leg to slide a pair of shorts up your body. 

“These may be a bit tight, honey, but I think you’d prefer this for the time being till we get you back to, yes, our apartment which is yours too.”, Steve beams as he places the shirt over your head. “Do you think you can walk?”

You adorably shake your head and Eddie lifts you in his arms as Steve leads the way out of the stadium towards his car. Through the ride home you pleasantly sighed at their gentle touches as they ran their fingers through your hair or along your legs. 

When they placed you in Steve’s bed, you didn’t even hesitate when you pulled them both as close to you as possible. Because of everything they had been through they were never sure if the clinginess was you or the headspace but they relished it either way. They would do anything for you if you asked but knew you never would. You weren’t like their ex; you were strong and independent. They knew you could take care of yourself but chose to be vulnerable for them and they loved you for that. 

Wait…

Their eyes met as the realization hit them hard. 

They loved you. 

So many different questions and scenarios ran through their minds as insecurities of their own started to seep in. Those feelings were validated when both their phones pinged at the same time.

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The following morning you woke up with a big smile on your face and felt more at peace than you had in a very long time. As you leaned up to stretch, you realized you were in bed alone. 

“Eddie? Steve?”, you called to no response. 

Reaching for your phone, your eyebrows knitted together when you found a piece of paper taped to the screen. 

“Y/N, 

We had to leave due to something that came up but, please, feel free to have some breakfast and a shower before you head back to your apartment.”

Head back to my apartment? Are they asking or telling me? Didn’t they say last night that their apartment was also mine?

“We are going to be extremely busy these next few days so we may not answer texts or calls. 

Honey, do you remember the promise you made to us about not looking us up on Google or anything like that? Please, keep that for us.

Talk with you as soon as we can…

Eddie and Steve.”

You blinked as you read and reread the note they left you. You understood they were busy men and that you promised not to search them on any news outlets or gossip sites but how could they expect you to not have questions after a cryptic note like this?

Sighing, you got dressed bypassing breakfast and a shower to head back to your lonely apartment. Unsure of what to do with yourself, you clicked on your TV, channel surfing till you found something even slightly interesting. You wish was granted when Steve and Eddie’s face illuminated your screen. 

Bolting upright, you turned up the volume.

“And on our top story today, lawyers of Gina Frost, the daughter of actress Libby Frost, finally released the identities of the two men she’s seeking to get palimony from after a 4-year relationship she claims to have had. Business Tycoon Steven Harrington who just made a massive 400 million deal and Guitarist of the popular grammy winning band Corroded Coffin Edward Munson have been named in the lawsuit filed by the young actress herself. Lawyer Daryl Barnes made a statement saying:

‘It’s not right for my client to have her face plastered all over social media where she is demeaned constantly and belittled for the completely valid choice she is making when it comes to these two men who have failed to keep promises they made to this young lady!’

No comment yet has been made by either celebrity who were seen out just last night at a benefit with a yet to be identified young lady at their side.”

The remote shattered against your hardwood floor as it fell from your grasp.

“Yet to be identified.”

Your own mobile device came to life as messages and tags came through almost in an instant.

How…how could they not tell you? How could they leave you alone when all this was coming to light? 

Fury overtook your shock as you threw on your jacket and stomped out the front door.

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Steddie grammys au part 2

Part 1

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Steve is texting Eddie Munson via the private message function on instagram. Because that's just the kinda shit that happens to him now. One day he's at the Grammys doing his job and the next, the lead guitarist/lyricist of a famous rock band is following his instagram account (Dustin and Robin had lost their collective minds) which is full of dorky pictures of him with a group of high schoolers, his cat and Robin. And that one picture of Robin and him at pride, posing with a lesbian and pansexual pride flag respectively.

His follower count has also gone up by couple extra thousands and there are a couple DMs from people he's never heard of, saying some unsavoury things about him. It's all very intense and dramatic. Needless to say, his account is private now.

The thing is, Steve has been flirted with during interviews before, he's a good looking guy and he knows it. It's just never happened with an international rockstar before—then immediately went viral for the entire world to see.

Didn't peg you as a cat person Stevie

Then there is the other thing. Eddie Munson flirting with him in his DMs. Which kinda sorta makes him forget how to be a person. Steve Harrington is nothing if not a people person, always knows the right thing to say. But with Eddie he barely just manages, no sign of the alleged lover boy he had been in his high school years. Eighteen year old Steve would cry if he could see the bland ass conversation he's having about his cat of all things.

I'm not

He just barged into my house one day and refused to leave

Eddie is hot, and rich and famous. Did he mention hot, because he is. Painfully so. Steve will never forget his all black ensemble at the Grammys where he had been standing a foot away from Steve in his bejewelled suit jacket with nothing underneath it.

Point is, Eddie is intimidating. He seems so far away with his rockstar status and the hoards of fans worshipping him like he's their god. What could Eddie Munson possibly want from Steve Harrington?

Would you like to get dinner sometime?

Eddie's latest text is staring up at him like its going to jump out of his phone and attack him. Its too late to ditch and run, Eddie knows Steve has seen it so he needs to come up with a response. Soon. So Steve does the only reasonable thing and barges into Robin's room at ass o'clock in the morning.

"Say yes Dingus!" Robin says, after kicking him in the shin for waking her up.

"But—" she silences him with another well placed kick.

"Listen, no one who just wants to bang you asks you about the shitty retail job you had in high school, Steven. Even if he only wants to sleep with you, you're gonna get a fun night out of it and like bragging rights or something," He supposes she’s right. Eddie did seem very interested in Steve’s personal life. He really did hope it is a date though. If only he has the balls to actually ask him.

"I'd be so jealous of you right now if I liked men, so get out of your head and go have some fun. Now get the fuck out and let me sleep,"

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Eddie picks an upscale rooftop bar with private seating and a breathtaking view. He's there sitting at the booth half an hour before their scheduled meet up time out of nerves.

Eddie sometimes hates that his public image takes precedence when people meet him. The truth is that he is a little bit of a loner. Never got the point of physical intimacy without a connection no matter how much people tend to think he's the type of person to have a different person warming his bed each night.

It makes dating so hard when the perception of Eddie the rockstar doesn't line up with who Eddie the person really is. Eddie rarely even takes the first step anymore. It took the combined ragging of his entire band for him to even gather the courage to message Steve.

"Hey," a voice greets him from behind.

Steve is here. And Steve is an enigma. An ex high school jock who used to babysit a bunch of middle schoolers. He's so full of delicious contradictions and dry humor and it's impossible not to like him the more he learns about him.

But there’s still the question of what Steve expects of him that Eddie dreads a little. Above all, Eddie just wants Steve to like Eddie the person so badly.

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“A fire extinguisher,” Eddie’s eyebrows are somewhere up in his bangs.

“Yep,”

“Against an armed robber,”

“I swear I had grey hairs at seventeen because of those kids,” Steve knows how sappy and fond his voice sounds when he talks about the kids. It’s never been something he could help.

The night’s been going a lot better that Steve had expected. Eddie is funny, and dramatic and it’s hard not to feel giddy from the attention he utterly devotes to Steve. They have a nice dinner, and exchange stores over drinks and it’s feels like a real date. Steve can practically hear Robin in his head telling him to stop being such a dingus and overthinking everything.

They go quite for a second, Eddie suspiciously focused on his drink when Steve feels his boot nudge against his shoe. Steve nudges back and soon instigates a game of footsie neither of them acknowledge above the table. It ends with Eddie’s foot trapped between Steve’s ankles and a faint rise of colour in his cheeks as he takes a comically large gulp from his drink. It’s just adorable.

"Can I kiss you?" The words are out of Steve’s mouth before he even realises it. Before he could beat himself up about it, Eddie turns a slightly worrying shade of crimson but he's nodding and thats all Steve needs before he is leaning over the table.

It's nice, it's really fucking sweet and not at all how he had expected Eddie to kiss, but Steve is quickly learning that nothing about Eddie is what it seems like. The kiss is all soft presses of their lips, wet, languid slides of tongue at the seams of his mouth. Steve feels a little dizzy when he pulls away and drops back into his seat, happy grins mirrored in both their faces.

———

Its a couple months after that when Eddie starts trending again. He posts a picture taken by Gareth, post show as he lays on top of Steve on the couch. Steve has his arms around him, lips pressed to his gross, sweaty hair.

Caption says: Happy birthday to my sweetheart <3

———

[dameronscopilot]

That was really nice of Steven to take care of us after Marc and Jake fucked us raw. What can we do to take care of Steven? He’s got needs too. There must be SOMETHING we can do even though we’re spent. 😈

You're right, nonnie. Marc and Jake had their fun, but Steven deserves to feel good, too.

Context: Aftercare with Steven

Steven Grant x f!reader

Content: NSFW, aftercare, soft and horny Steven, sub!Steven vibes, dry wet humping

Despite the fact that his body found its release not once, but twice after your rough, thorough, ruthless fucking by both Marc and Jake, Steven ultimately can’t help the way his shaft begins to stiffen again with interest as he helps you into the hot shower.

He's only human, so he tries not to be too hard on himself when blood rushes to his cock as he takes in the sight of the cum all over your naked body under the bathroom's bright overhead lights—dripping from both of your overstimulated holes, splattered all over the inside of your thighs, painted across the swell of your tits, and some still lying fresh on your swollen, spit-soaked lips.

You look so beautiful like this.

But Steven can address this later, after he takes care of you. You've already given them so much of yourself tonight, he'd never ask for more.

He knows how badly you need him right now, to be your safety and comfort as you come down from your ecstasy and face the exhaustion that's now hitting you.

He bites his lip, willing his erection to go down as he stands behind you under the steaming spray of water, his hands deftly moving across the planes and curves of your body as he washes you clean. Though it's a fruitless effort, he tries to avoid the mental image of what he knows you look like from the front—eyes closed, lips slightly parted in contentment, soap sliding down your wet breasts and peaked nipples.

Steven thinks he might just make it through and get you tucked back into bed without a hitch, until you reach for his arms, urging him to hug you from behind. And it's then that he's caught, unable to hide the way his throbbing shaft presses insistently against your backside when he embraces you.

"Steven."

He's already on the verge of taking a step backward when his name leaves your mouth quietly, but what he's not expecting is the way you grab both of his hips and pull him back where he was.

"Yeah, love?" he croaks out.

And he can't stop the moan that tumbles from his lips when you arch your back, gently grinding your ass into his cock.

"Go ahead."

"You need to rest," he argues weakly, his words contradicted by the way he's begun to unconsciously rut into you, hands now gently resting on your hips.

"I want you to come first" you murmur, turning your head to the side and tangling a hand in his curls, pulling him in for a kiss. "You were so patient waiting while Marc and Jake had their turn."

A whine bubbles up in Steven's throat as you tug on his hair.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

The word has hardly left your lips before Steven presses you up against the cool shower tiles, cursing under his breath at the sight of you now brazenly presenting your backside to him.

It's there that Steven finds his own release—dizzy with desire and arousal as you urge him to be a good boy and come for you, to paint you in it like Marc and Jake did.

And he does, desperately sliding his thick shaft in between your wet, soapy asscheeks until his hips are stuttering. Until he's gasping and panting and moaning. Until there's so much cum spraying from his cock all over your naked body, he's not sure it's ever going to stop.

[lemonmelonboy]

Head canons for Taylor Potts - Because he's got my head in a fucking vise grip.

18+ Readers ONLY - Minors Do NOT Interact! Minors/Ageless Blogs will be Blocked!!!

 I Do NOT give any permission for my work to be Reposted, Translated, or used with AI in ANY Capacity!!!

The image I drew is like- You took his jacket in a play fight and when he was trying to get it back you put it on, and he just could not be upset anymore. You were wearing his jacket and he short circuited. So of course, all he wanted was to see you in it more and so his silly little brain went "yes wear this whenever... please... I'm not asking- I'm begging... you're so pretty."

He has that shirt because it reminded him of Steven Universe and that was the show you introduced him to the first night you stayed at his house- and its possibly your favorite show ever.

If you ever go to the movies with you, he would insist on buying separate popcorns just because he would absolutely have no confidence to take popcorn if the bucket was in your lap. Nor would he be able to handle it if you kept reaching over to get some. Also, just he would not be able to focus if you accidentally brushed his hand while getting some popcorn.

He was more than happy when you willingly joined his little club, he probably went home and squealed like a little schoolgirl because he was so excited to be able to have more time with you.

His little fanfics are probably mostly cuddles because whenever he writes anything more he just gets too into the thought, and gets sidetracked, so he never gets to finishing it.

If you played games with him, he'd probably try his best to not sit near you because you tend to get very touchy when competitive and over excited, so he needs to avoid you touching him or else he'd get too distracted.

Movies at home are a similar situation, which sucks because you both are very much cuddly movie watchers- but Taylor absolutely get excited and he's too afraid of ruining the movie or missing anything. However, once you two start dating, he no longer is allowed to sit away from you, and you get to be as clingy and touchy during movies or games as you want.

You absolutely tease him nonstop for being a "salt is too spicy" type of person. And you try to introduce him to new food, but he has trouble eating most of it.

He would nearly faint is you offered him like a piece of candy or something with your mouth. The pocket challenge used to be all he thought about doing with you when it was super popular but now, he could- he would not be able to do it, no matter how much he'd like it.

Hand holding is the number one thing he wants from you, especially when you started dating. He'd crave it anytime you two were apart.

[marksbear]

How about sub yandere Steven who day dreams about reader and wants to be close to him. So how about they co workers and reader keeps losing stuff buts it just Steven taking them and keeping for himself. But reader notices that Steven use the same cologne as him but in reality Steven sprays it on his bed and fucks himself to the smell of him. And this leads them to talking and reader asks if they want to get dinner some day. Steven says yes and is so excited to hang out with reader so he then gets ready to hang with him. They had a great time but then Steven runs into Donna and pulls reader aside because he doesn't want to deal with her on his unofficial date with reader. But it leads to Steven ass on readers dick and he trys to subtle move trying to get as much friction as he can and reader notices and asks if they want to go to his house real quick. They go and steven immediately apologizes but reader says that he has liked him for quite some time. It's leads to Steven sucking reader off and saying how much he has been in love with him and reader fucks Steven and he says to promise reader to never leave him while running his nails down his back to really make sure this is real and to have a reminder of him and he doesn't want to stop.-🐻‍❄️

One of my favorite things to write. Steven and yanderes so I hope you enjoy! Took me a while to post this since I have been trying/ failing to walk with a few successes!

Warnings! stalker Steven, stealing, scent kink, delusional yandere Steven, SMUT, toys mentioned, y/n loves kids, creepy Steven. clingy Steven and possessive Steven.

SUB YANDERE STEVEN GRANT X MALE READER

Steven stares at his new co-worker across the museum. Y/n L/n. He was the new tour guide. He mostly works with the children and sometimes with the elderly folk.

Even though Y/n only been working for a few weeks Steven felt like he knew Y/n for years. He stalked learned almost everything about him. Like what's his favorite animal, food, color, holiday and almost anything that a boyfriend co-worker should know.

He knew that Y/n loved children with all his heart. He saw him a couple times when schools would visit the museum he saw Y/n give a few kids some money if they couldn't afford something or sneak them a few toys from the gift shop. So naturally Steven started to dream and imagine starting a family with Y/n. To one kid even to seven. Really depends on how much kids Y/n wanted.

Steven wanted everything to do with his new co-worker. Even changing his hours to match Y/n's.

One time Y/n had left one of his hoodies in the break room by accident. It was one of the hoodies Y/n would always wear if it was cold or chilly. So once Steven saw it laying on the back of the chairs he had to take it. He stuffed it deep inside his bag and clocked out early rushing back to his apartment. Once he was in his apartment he held the hoodie close to him laying on the bed taking deep breaths into it inhaling Y/n's sent as he touches himself.

That's when he started to take Y/n's things. Like pins he used, clothes like jackets and even extra shirts Y/n took to work, hats and etc.

But once he founded the cologne that Y/n used he was over the moon. He sprayed the clothes that were yours he took to smell like you even more. To the point almost his whole apartment smelled like Y/n and he loved it. Steven would spray a pillow or the sheets of his bed and either ride the pillow while inhaling the smelling imaging it was you he was riding or the dildo he bought that he guessed would be about your size and fucks himself with the toy while smelling one of your hoodies.

So all of that leads to now.

The week at the museum was gonna be busier than ever. Multiple tourists coming down to see the museum as well as multiple school districts coming down also. So almost every single worker was gonna be working today.

Steven and Y/n were in the back rooms unboxing new packages and sorting things out. The two were mostly quiet and just wanted to get the task over with until Y/n gets close enough to Steven noticing the same cologne brand he's currently wearing.

"Thought I was the only guy in the world to use that brand of cologne." Y/n points out catching Steven's attention. Steven begins to freak out in his mind that you knew everything he has done and opens his mouth to explain himself. "I always knew hot guys like us wear this brand." Y/n says playfully before leaning on one of the boxes.

"Ye-yeah! only guys like us..." Steven responds back pathetically with nervousness full in his tone.

"Y'know Steven. You're the only worker I didn't have dinner with already. Don't get the wrong idea that i'm a manwhore or something. I just wanted to get to know all of you and you're the only man left." Y/n tells him before adding. "I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me?"

"A-Are you asking me out on a date?" Steven asks with excitement. "I mean it can be. It can be a date or a simple hangout really depends on you." Y/n answers the question before giving his number to Steven as Steven does the same.

"See you later! I can hear the kids calling my name." Y/n tells him before giving Steven one last small smile before leaving the room.

TIMESKIP. Days later after the dinner since I'm a bit lazy.

As the two leave the restaurant it's nothing but quiet. Laughter and jokes filled their presence as they walked around town.

Everything is going great until Steven sees his asshole of a boss walking up to him. Steven begins to panic from the fear that Donna would mess up their "date" Steven begins to think about solutions, but nothing good comes to mind and he just pulls Y/n aside standing in front of him ass against Y/n's crotch. Steven couldn't help but blush madly when he felt Y/n's cock against him.

Donna and Steven exchange boring and short conversations. Steven tries to hurry up the topic so she can leave him alone. But Steven couldn't help himself and grinds his ass onto Y/n's cock pushing against him. Steven prays into his mind that Y/n couldn't notice anything, but much to Steven's dismay he feels Y/n's dick become slowly hard and pushes against Steven's ass right back.

After Donna leaves Steven tries to move away from Y/n from embarrassment but gets stopped by Y/n's arm around his waist trapping him against him. "Let's go to my house real quick." Y/n says before pulling his arm away walking to the direction of his house as Steven quickly follows behind.

Once they reach the house and get inside Steven begins to apologize. "I'm sorry Y/n. I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry." Steven apologizes putting his head down embarrassment.

"Don't be. I liked you for some time now Steven. Really I don't mind it at all." Y/n says waving off Steven's apology before cupping Steven's face with his hands before pulling him in for a deep kiss.

The two makeout and grind onto each other's hands moving around on the other body as Y/n guides Steven to the bedroom. Once they pull away from the kiss Y/n sits on the bed as Steven immediately sinks down to his knees. Steven tug and pull on Y/n's belt before taking it off and pulling down his pants alongside his boxers in the process. "So...Big." Steven blurts out it awe staring up at Y/n's hard cock. Steven gives Y/n's cock a few small kisses before trailing up making sure each spot has been kissed before giving the tip a big kiss before sliding the tip inside his mouth. Steven moves his tongue around the tip licking every single spot before sucking on it. Steven uses his free hands to pull his own pants and underwear off before slowly prepping himself.

Steven begins to bob his head up and down on Y/n's cock breathing with his nose as he looks up at Y/n making eye-contact. "Stop being so shy Steven. Go down deeper." Y/n tells him putting his hands on both sides of Steven's head messing with his hair and massaging his head.

Steven doesn't get told twice as he goes down deeper onto Y/n's cock gagging and choking as he does it. Stevens eyes begin to water feeling Y/n's cock hit the back of his throat. "Only a few more left baby. You're doing so well." Y/n coo's letting Steven go down at his own pace.

Finally Steven reaches the base and tries to pull back up, but gets pulled right back down by Y/n. Y/n grips Steven's hair pulling him up and down fucking Steven's throat.

Steven gags and cries on Y/n's cock becoming desperate for air. Y/n pulls Steven up letting him breathe. Steven gasps for air tears running down his face as he fingers himself faster. "Again...Do it again." Steven weakly asks looking at Y/n with tearing eyes. Y/n lets out a stiff laugh before opening Steven's mouth wide with his fingers before moving them out of the way in one swift motion he pushes Steven's head down onto his cock catching Steven off guard.

"Watch the teeth baby." Y/n says moving Steven's head back and forth. Steven begins to hollow his cheeks and uses his tongue more. Steven feels Y/n's cock twitch inside his mouth, so he looks up at Y/n listening to his moans. Y/n throws his head back in pleasure feeling his orgasm nearing.

Steven desperately wants to taste Y/n he begins to focus more on sucking him. "Stev-Steven! I'm about to cum! I'm goin to c-cum! Fuck!" Y/n warns letting go of Steven's head and putting them on the bed to stabilize himself. Steven bobs his head up and down even faster. "I'm cumming! oh fUck I-I'm cumming!" Y/n moans out closing his eyes shut as he cums deep inside Steven's throat.

Steven chokes from trying to swallow it all at once. He pulls his head away from Y/n's cock swallowing whatever cum he has in his mouth before going back to Y/n's cock sucking out the rest of it before licking his cock clean.

"Jesus Steven." Y/n says breathing heaving as he tries to calm himself down after the intense orgasm he had. Steven finally pulls away from Y/n's cock before scrambling himself up straddling Y/n's waist. "I love you!" Steven blurts out catching Y/n a bit taken back. "I'm in love with you Y/n. I- I think we are made for each other and I know that we have to be soulmates." Steven confesses not even caring about the way Y/n is looking at him crazy. "I've loved you since I first saw you. Since the moment you started working,"

Y/n thinks back when Steven first saw him was when he stole some candy and toys for a kid when he thought no one was looking. After Y/n gave it to the kid and looked up to make sure no one saw him he met Steven's eyes glued on him.

"Really?" Y/n asks in total confusion. Y/n only had confessed to him hours ago and heres Steven confessing his love for him.

Y/n puts his hands on Steven's hips moving him off of his lap and onto the bed moving his thighs to a side before crawling between them lining up his cock at Steven's entrance.

Y/n decides to waste no time and thrust himself fully into Steven causing a loud moan from Steven. Y/n thrust were at a steady pace not to slow or fast just wanting Steven to get used to his size. "He's way bigger than the toy..." Steven thought to himself while moaning helplessly holding onto Y/n for dear life. Steven runs his hands and nails on Y/n's back scratching it a few times. He wanted to make sure this wasn't something he was daydreaming about.

Y/n L/n the man that he loved too much. The man of his dreams was actually inside him, kissing him, hearing him and near him was real. Steven was in pure bliss as Y/n rocks his hips back and forth into him at a harsh pace abusing his hole. Steven lets out loud gasp every time Y/n cock grazes his prostate. The toy he used so very often wasn't as big and deep inside him like the real the thing. Steven couldn't believe it himself that he was getting dicked down by the man of his dreams.

Steven buries his face into the crook of Y/n's neck inhaling his scent and becoming enhanced by it. He wanted this to never stop. Y/n holds Steven's hips still as he fucks him merciless. Y/n bit down onto Steven's shoulder giving him a hickey earning a gasp from Steven. To Steven that meant that Y/n was claiming him. That Y/n was marking his territory.

Steven was so deep inside his thoughts not even noticing that he came all over himself and Y/n. Steven moves his hands to Y/n's face cupping his cheeks with his hands catching Y/n a bit off guard. "Promise that you'll never leave me." Steven says looking into Y/n's eyes. Y/n hesitates before responding "I promise. That I won't leave you." Steven smiles ear to ear once he hears the words fall out of Y/n's mouth. Y/n goes back into fucking Steven abusing his lower half like its nothing.

With a few more thrust Y/n cums deep inside Steven while kissing Steven deeply as his thrust slows down and becomes softer. "You came inside?" Steven says out loud with joy in his tone. In Steven's mind since you came inside him it has to mean that you want kids with him and to get married! "Yeah I did. Sorry if that's a problem." Y/n says about to pull out but Steven stops him by wrapping his legs around Y/n's waist. "No! D-don't pull out. I love you being inside me. W-wait I mean I just love you in general not just your dick!" Steven blurts out panicking a little thinking that he gave Y/n the wrong idea.

Y/n lays down on the bed and moves Steven on top of him cuddling him. Steven lays his head down on Y/n's chest while wrapping his arms and legs around Y/n's body keeping him in a tight hold.

"I love you Y/n. I love you so much. I think we should never be apart never ever apart. We're going to get married then start a family!" Steven says looking up at Y/n with bright eyes.

Y/n looks down at Steven thinking to himself. "What the fuck did I get into."

THE END!

[folatefangirl]

On The Darkest Corner of the Heart

A comment on how Booktwt, Booklr, and Booktok media reactivity has lost the plot

Or, I think y'all need to log off and touch some grass and think about your actions for a hot minute. Note: This rant is a tad long, because I'm fucking pissed.

Disclaimer 1: I don't personally know the author of this book or anyone screenshotted in the drama. We aren't friends. I have no reason to either defend nor criticize these people, except for the fact that I've been a primary reader of self-pub and indie books for almost a decade now, and yes, including romances that some people don't consider worthy of civility. I'm also a queer healthcare worker.

Disclaimer 2: I don't want anyone mentioned/screenshotted here to be spammed with hate. Please do NOT contact them, including any authors mentioned. I included the primary actors for the current drama primarily so people don't claim I'm talking out of my ass.

Book blurb:

Forbidden. That's what they are to each other. Maddie Stevens has never felt good enough. Not good enough to keep her parents’ love. Not good enough to be independent and stop being her brother’s problem. Not good enough to build the future she wants. When she injures her ankle before a ballet audition that could change her career forever, she’s convinced her life is over at twenty-one. What’s the point of having dreams when they can go down the drain at any moment? And because the universe has a cruel sense of humor, her physical therapist turns out to be a tank-shaped grouch who doesn’t even seem to like her that much. It’s totally unfair that, for six weeks, she’s forced to look at that handsome beard and listen to that deep voice that makes her head all dizzy. Top that with the fact that he’s ten years her senior, and falling for James Simmons is a recipe for disaster. But when their forced proximity makes the lines start blurring, the forbidden temptation becomes impossible to resist.

The Timeline:

Events preceding 2023: Lisina Coney, author of The Darkest Corner of the Heart, was born in 1999 in northern Spain. She worked as a translator prior to publishing books.

Initially I thought these books were only self-published, but in fact are published under the formerly indie publisher Page & Vine, founded by romance novelist Meredith Wild.

January 27th, 2023: The Brightest Light of Sunshine is published by nearly 24-year-old Lisina Coney. On Goodreads, it currently sits at 3.87 stars as of today, February 10th, 2024, with 27,727 ratings and 3,592 reviews. Note: For a small-time author, especially for a debut novel, these numbers are huge.

May 2023, Page & Vine announced that Big 5 publisher Simon & Schuster would distribute their books as an imprint beginning in summer 2023.

In mid-to-late 2023, Lisina's website and socials announced The Darkest Corner of the Heart, her second novel to be published with Page & Vine on February 20th, 2024. Note: This means the events below occurred BEFORE the book's publication.

February 5th, 2024: anaborbareads on Twitter/X posts the cover and other art of Darkest Corner with the text, "a forbidden romance between ballerina and physical therapist???? pls i need this book now 🥺✨💗🫶🏻"

February 6th, 2024: h0mmelette on Twitter/X responds to anaborareads with "the booktok genre of forbidden romance is hilarious. theyre straight… whats forbidden"

February 6th, 2024: a tumblr user reposts the twitter thread from above to tumblr. Other tumblr users reblog and add on, and it quickly goes viral.

February 7th, 2024: From what I can tell via reverse image searching, the first iteration of the fake ARC page that's going around appears to be from Twitter/X user queef1ng. About 4 hours later, the same fake ARC page was reposted on the tumblr post mentioned above. And from here, this story takes a turn from people wanting to feel like they're above a romance novel writer to potential legal territory.

Of the 122 ratings on Goodreads for Darkest Corner to date, 9 appear to be 1-star reviews and from what I can tell, most/all of them were only published since the events began on 06Feb2024. 71 are 5-stars and while some of those are ARC readers, many newer ones appear to be trying to counteract the review bombing from the fake ARC page.

As of today, February 10th, 2024, it looks like the book will still be published on February 20th as planned, but we'll see.

Wait, so how do you know the page is fake?

I can't believe people have been so gullible but fine, here's my analysis:

Lisina's real ARC readers have stated that it isn't from the book (not gonna document all of them in the screenshots but you can easily go to the book's GR page and see the ARC reviews there).

As other folks pointed out on the tumblr repost, no real ARC page does a weird review watermark like that. Speaking from my own experience in reviewing ARCs or beta-reading, I agree.

The font tipped me off because it looked like it had literally been written on a Fanfiction.Net page. Not that Verdana, font size 10, is unique to FFN, but it looks like fanfiction typed font. Which brings me to:

Literally how could you believe this author writes like this? You can read her website or preview her first book or just have the bare minimum common sense to understand what satire looks like. If you don't believe me (because I know framing a post like this will put a lot of people on the defensive), I've also included screenshots below. The prose and dialogue are COMPLETELY different from the alleged screenshot. The only thing that is similar is that both characters are ballerinas.

But wait, all of this doesn't explain why YOU, Cinnia, are so pissed about this?

You're completely right! It really doesn't. All of the above is mostly documentation so the naysayers can't say I'm just some silly fangirl of the author.

The initial premise of the drama is that you can't have "forbidden love" in an m/f relationship. First of all, William Shakespeare would like to have a word with you regarding Romeo and Juliet. Second of all, yes you fucking can. See also: Religious and cultural differences and human history for a starting point. I know it may be hard to touch grass and look at media that is not tumblr queer media-centric and understand that people who are NOT you might enjoy it very much. Note that I'm a queer person saying this and I do read or watch m/f media at times because I don't like limiting myself. Go watch Bajirao Mastani and enjoy one of the most beautiful movies about forbidden love ever produced.

The book itself falls into the medical romance subgenre. For those not familiar, these are romances (usually m/f) that often involve a healthcare worker and their patient. In the real world, where people touch grass, a healthcare worker like me having a relationship with their patient is such a huge ethical violation that it will get you fired. In Darkest Corner, James is Maddie's physical therapist because she's a ballerina with a sports injury and he is treating her. Ergo, it is forbidden for them to get together and the initial premise for mocking this book is on very shaky ground.

In fact, I'd go as far as to say that the folks mocking it seem to very likely not be familiar with romance novels and their subgenres at all, or else they'd be well aware of the concept of straight romances marketed as a "forbidden romance" because they're fucking everywhere on any place that sells romance books. I have a personal collection of over 14,500 kindle ebooks. While not all of those are romances, a good chunk of them are, so I think I can count myself as a bit of a source here, you know?

The fake screenshot and social media drama has spread to at least Twitter, Tumblr, and BookTok, which all have huge reader hobbyists. For a small-time author barely past her debut novel's publication, allegations of this sort tied to your author name and book titles can last on the internet and in web searches for a long, long time, hurting an author's career. Maybe you're like "boohoo, who cares about their careers, I pirate all my fiction books anyway" and well, a post like this was probably never going to convince you of anything. I'm talking to the folks who might still have a sense of shame and self-reflection. Authors, even authors tied to a Big 5's imprint, earn peanuts. This sort of manufactured "scandal" is not ideal when the book is weeks away from being published. In fact, if the book has fewer sales than the first book in the series, Simon & Schuster may have legal grounds to go after the person who made the fake screenshot. A smarter person would have kept that to the groupchat or posted it as a clearly marked fanfic on AO3.

As a reader, this also sucks because when shit like this happens, the reviews of a book are permanently biased by both the bombers and the fans of the author, no matter how good or bad the book ends up being. Do I know if this book will be a 1-star or 5-star now, based on the reviews? Nope. Will I read it? No, because I don't read medical romances as it's a squick for me. But I may read her first book, which has mercifully escaped most of the social media nonsense.

This isn't the first time booktwt/booktok/booklr has engaged in a similar mob mentality towards books they don't like and I doubt it'll be the last. See Blood Heir by Amélie Wen Zhao and the allegations that turned out to be false then, too. However, I would like to ask y'all to please check your sources and not blindly accept what someone says on social media as truth. Get used to doing the research because manufactured misinformation is everywhere, and it's not gonna get better. (And for fuck's sake, not everyone is gonna like the same books and fandoms you like! It's not illegal to enjoy reading different things!)

Screenshots/Evidence (click for better resolution):

[13thdoctorposts]

Michelle Gomez Panel

Please note this IS NOT word for word, but so you can get a general gist of the panel. Both Michelle and Sacha were hilarious.

Whovians of all ages got to ask Michelle questions.

This post is just Michelle’s panel I’ll make separate posts for them together and Sacha’s panel soon!

How’s your New Zealand accent?

Bad I only have one and it’s Scottish I’ve been working on it my entire life… so 27 years. Lol

What was your favourite episode of Doctor Who to film?

I went to set and there was an army Daleks of every variety, and I stuck my 8 year old son in one and they started filming and I didn’t know were he was just that he in was in a Dalek.

Would you like to be in the new series of Doctor Who?

Hell yes, I’m just waiting for the call.

In Who and Sabrina you play a define feminine who was wronged by others what was your motivation to play these kind of villains?

With my face it’s hard not to plays witches and bitches and I long to play a character called Alison but Madam it is. I want to make sure I’m not just playing bad, I believe people are the way they are because of their experiences, so what makes them bad? That’s what interests me in the characters.

Did you like sitting on the throne of hell in Sabrina?

I loved sitting on it and wish I could have taken it home, I would have made room for it.

Did you Ad lib much in Doctor Who?

Steven Moffatt is a phenomenal writer so there’s not much you could add to it. But sometimes on the day something would fit. But Moffatt wrote to my strengths so I didn’t feel I needed to.

Why did you want to help the Doctor?

There’s a thing called a frenemy, keep your enemy’s close. They were originally friends and like all relationships they go through good times and bad times and sometimes they go their different ways. The master went to the dark side and the Doctor went to that other side. I was trying to bring in the nuance to that relationship

If you make it to the new series will you still help the Doctor?

No

If you put Missy and Lilith in a room together would they plot world domination or try to kill each other?

I think they would try each others costumes on. Once I wanted to bust of of Missy’s costume and it was hot so I took the top layer off and thought I’d just wear the petty coats in the scene, and Steven Moffatt was like… what are you doing? This is a children’s show, put your clothes back on. Lol. Lilith got lots of incredible costumes.

Being the last of the Timelords do you think the Master and the Doctor ever had a child?

Wow, I don’t know, I’m not sure the Doctor and the Master have those bits. They’re like Barbie and Ken. The first thing you do with a figurine of yourself is check.

What would you have changed about Missy’s costume?

I don’t think it could have been more Missy, it was a phenomenal image. It sent the message that Mary Poppin’s was the most evil woman in the Universe. There was a corset and after lunch I did hate the costume.

How did you get the role of Missy?

I was offered another part but I was doing psycho bitches at the time so I wrote to Steven Moffatt if you need a villainess I’m your man. Then a couple months later my agent called, said to sit down and that Steven was offering me the role of the Master, I was blown away. I might have planted the seed, I’d like to take credit for it.

If you could travel with any other Doctor and torment them who would it be?

Tom Baker

Do you like being the villain of Doctor Who?

I do. If anyone is listening I do, I would like to come back, stop fucking around, I’m available.

There’s episodes with multiple Doctors why can’t we have multiple Masters?

Because there’s only one! Although Sacha is quite good, I like Sacha.

Were you nervous the first time you were on TV?

Yeah, that was a long time ago on a show called The Bill and I played a ticket warden. The director said to do a banana around the car and slap a ticket on the window. I didn’t know what a ‘banana’ was so I acted like I was slipping on a banana, landed on the ground, the crew looked at me and I just jumped up and they told me what I actually needed to do.

What was your favourite part of being chaotic and fun with your Missy?

They let me piss about with focus, I could be physically free, I could dance and bounce a lot.

Can you share a funny moment on Doctor Who?

I was nervous, it was my first day, Peter and Jenna were there, when I get nervous I over compensate so I grabbed Peter, it’s like I go into some kind of black out, I threw him against the wall and snogged him, had my hand behind my back, because I knew that would make a nice visual, Jenna Coleman took my hand, that was my first 5 mins, it was weird.

What was it like being on set with Peter?

When I was younger I’d see Peter around and he was so cool like the David Bowie of paisley. And I looked up to him. When we started working together I felt like I already knew him, we had an instant short hand, so we crack each other up.

Shouting from the back…

Sacha: Oh so boring!

Michelle: SECURITY, SECURITY!

*Coming soon… there will be a part 2 with both of them and 3 with Sacha… I just don’t have time to post now.

[bit-dodgy-innit]

Mixing It Up

Part of my 500 Follower Celebration set in The Shape of Youniverse

The Prompt: You lavish some attention on Steven’s nipples for a change

Requested by: my literal everything @my-secret-shame

Pairing: Steven x afab!reader, background Jake x afab!reader, and Marc x afab!reader, Reader is married to the system

Spice-O-Meter: 🌶🌶🌶🌶 (Rated Tre Explicit, Minors DNI!)

Word Count: 3.1k

CW/TW: Bondage, nipple!play and lactation kink (m and f receiving), dare I say some soft!fem!dom dynamics, dirty talk, pregnant!sex, p in v sex, woman on top, mommy!kink, a bit of orgasm denial, handjobs, and mucho communication in the afterglow since Moon Knight and Moms are complicated. Oh and Jake makes an appearance in this, so mentions of anal sex

A/N: Oh man I surprised myself with this one 😅 I would like to thank @plethora-of-imagines as well as darling Fen here bc their list of “what will steven do with readers breast milk on the babymoon” made the prompt click for me! It clicked and then we sailed straight off the rails into kinkytown!! As always, Jake has a couple Spanish phrases here that I’ve translated below.

“We should do this more often I think,” you mused with a quintessential “cat that got the cream” smirk.

The image before you was truly a sight to behold. Each Steven’s wrists were tied to a bedpost, and apart from the bathrobe sashes restraining his arms, your husband was stark naked atop the sheets. You salivated as your eyes drifted along the dips and planes of his golden skin, then to the dusting of wiry hair across his limbs, finally focusing in on his thick cock, flushed and standing at attention for you.

His length wasn’t the only part of him that was erect for you, each of Steven’s nipples were pert and pebbled on his chest. They were the object of your attention today.

“Ye-yeah,” your husband replied, craning his neck up from the pillows to look at you. You stood at the foot on the bed, completely nude as well, and unable to see your feet over your bump anymore.

This was another installment of “babymoon” sex at the country house you two rented in France which you were currently enjoying. The plan was to get in as much wild, nasty, uninterrupted fucking as you could before Caleb, your unborn son, arrived since soon there would be two children draining your time, libido, and energy.

Seeing Steven so submissive and prone for you was a novel thrill. You tended to be the more submissive partner in the bedroom - you had to be completely on top of it as a mother, in your career, with your friends - but when you were with your husband, it was the one arena where you felt like you could let go. Steven, though he could definitely take charge if he fancied it, skewed more submissive than his alters sexually. And in a happy coincidence, you enjoyed being a bit more in control with him when you two made love.

This was perhaps the most dominant you’d ever been though, tying your husband to the bed and towering over him with a glass of your breast milk in hand.

“I’m going to make you feel so good darling,” you purred, “just like you do for me.”

Steven nodded feverishly in agreement and you crossed to the nightstand to set the glass down temporarily. Any and all movement at 35 weeks pregnant took a lot of effort, and you need to situate yourself accordingly.

It was the most comfortable to lie on your side, and once you were in position, you began by dancing your fingers across Steven’s chest. You used the tips of your nails to draw little parallel lines from one pec to the other, building up the anticipation. 

“I always thought you had a nice chest,” you remarked lazily, the warmth of Steven’s shaky exhalations against your skin getting you even more drunk on being the one with the power here. 

“Mmmm?” 

“It’s true,” you confirmed. “You have these nice big broad shoulders, such defined pecs, and then these…”

You trailed off to swirl the pad of your fingertip around his nipple. The reaction was immediate. Steven whimpered, and even in your periphery you could see his cock jump. 

“Oooh you like that baby, don’t you,” you cooed, moving your fingers to the opposite side of his chest to give his other nipple the same treatment. “All this time we’ve only played with my tits, but you’ve been holding out on me.” 

You lightly pinched his nipple, ripping a yowl from Steven, the sound shooting straight down to your pussy. “So responsive. Can I give this one here a kiss?” 

Apparently Steven was too turned on to properly speak, but the enthusiasm of his nodding and his broken moan served as consent enough. Your husband’s entire body convulsed when your lips brushed the delicate skin of his bud. It spurred you on further, flicking your tongue across the peak while you applied pressure with your hand to its twin. Steven encouraged you with the most delicious breathy little cries while you narrowed your tongue into a point to draw circles around the circumference of his nipple.

Your ministrations were a mix of repayment and revenge. You were performing on him the moves that drove you wild and made you come, partly in gratitude for all of the bliss he’d bestowed upon you, and partly to assert that you could reduce him to the quivering mess Steven so expertly did when he suckled from you. 

“Duh…dar-darling!”

You pulled off of him to check his features, searching for any discomfort or displeasure. But you recognized the hunger in his expression immediately, Steven wanted more. You sent him a devilish smile and reached for the glass. 

Before you did anything more, you checked one last time, “Shall we?” 

“Oh please,” he sighed, the breathlessness in his tone making your slit leak with arousal. 

You tipped the glass ever-so-slightly over Steven’s right nipple, withdrawing after a few splashes had coated the skin there. Then, you mopped up the liquid with your mouth, licking every square inch where it’d splattered.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Steven’s voice had dropped into his chest, his voice now a rasp. 

If you thought about it for too long, the fact that you were lapping up your own breastmilk might have thrown you. But just like Steven, you were too high on your shared lust to be too concerned. Besides, it was really just colostrum - the proper milk wouldn’t come in until Caleb was delivered, and the mild, nutty taste was offset but the tang of Steven’s sweat. That was a flavor you’d never get enough of. 

You repeated the action on the further of Steven’s pecs, moaning as you lavished licks and little nibbles on the skin there to add an extra layer of stimulation with the vibrations. When you pulled away for a breather, Steven’s sculpturesque features were wracked with pleasure to the point of pain. 

“I bet you wish you could touch your cock right now, don’t you, baby?” You inquired with put-on innocence. 

Steven’s response was basically a sob. 

“Hmm, I suppose I could for you?” Playing naive always drove Steven bonkers. “Would you like that baby?” 

More whining and nodding relayed his assent. You kissed down his stomach and when you reached straining member, now weeping and a dark ruddy hue, you cooed, “Look at that pretty prick. He wants his mommy, doesn’t he?”

You had no idea where that came from. Though you’d been calling your husband “daddy” long before Nyla entered the picture, you steered clear of its counterpart given Marc’s past trauma and abuse. 

Your heart dropped when you realized what you’d said, yet before you could backpedal and apologize, Steven replied, “Please mommy, please.” 

Given that he was still was so turned on and the word hadn’t thrown him, you continued with the act as you tried to mount him without too much wobbling, “So big and hard for me.”

“This is going to be quick,” he warned you while you took his dick in hand to position him at your entrance, “Can’t believe I haven’t come already, if I’m honest.” 

You found yourself answering, as if your mouth was independent of your mind, “You come only when I tell you to. And I’m going to first,” 

You could swear you saw a tear escape from the corner of Steven’s eye at the announcement. It made you pause for an entirely different reason. “That alright?” 

“Puh-please sit on my cock mommy. I’ll be so good I promise.” 

And with the go-ahead, you did just that. Both of you groaned in satisfaction and relief at becoming one. You’d been teasing your husband for the better part of an hour, therefore his eyes nearly crossed at the feeling of your warm, tight channel encasing his member so swiftly and smoothly. 

“Remember, no coming til mommy says so,” you sing-songed, “Gonna use this huge cock exactly as I like.” 

You were in no state to bounce on Steven’s dick like you usually did, but instead you allowed yourself an extra moment to revel in the feel of his thick girth inside of you, and squeezed around him just to drive him even more mad. 

It felt heavenly to simply be full of him, to catalogue every vein and ridge without any movement. Your hand dropped to your clit, strumming your little bundle of nerves and enjoying the sight of Steven’s drawn neck. You studied the prominent tendon in his throat as he struggled to behave for you while you gave him too much and not enough all at once. 

Soon the feeling of being full of your husband’s fat erection and playing with your clit wasn’t sufficient, you began canting your hips as much as your baby-heavy baby would allow you. Back-and-forth, back-and-forth, you writhed on Steven’s cock while you kept your index finger firmly working at your nub. You were entranced by your husband’s devastatingly handsome face while you took your pleasure freely from his body, transitioning from rocking back and forth on his hardness to swiveling your pelvis in a circular motion so his member could invade every crevice of you. 

“So deep,” Steven whimpered. 

“It’s good isn’t it?” You surveyed, “Making mommy feel so good. God you’re so hot, can’t believe I get to ride this dick whenever I want.” 

The revelation inspired you pick up the pace on your clit and embrace the burn in your thighs to slam your hips down just a little harder, “Oh Steven, fuck. Railed me so hard that you put another baby in me, then you even let me tie you up and use your fat prick however I see fit.”

“Jus’ wanna be good f’r you mommy,” he slurred. 

“So good,” you assured him without hesitation, “all my friends are jealous that I have such a fit, caring husband who drinks from my titties aaaah-and licks my pussy like it’s his goddamn job.” 

Steven couldn’t help but join your movements at your praise. He planted his feet onto the surface of the mattress and began meeting your stilted thrusts as best he could, his hands were still tied up which meant he didn’t have much leverage. It was enough though, because you could feel yourself barreling toward your climax like a runaway bullet train.

You were reduced to babbling at this point, “You’re so good for mommy, so good for mommy, so good for mommy, so good…suh—ohhhhhhhhh.” 

The orgasm was so intense you feared it’d send you into labor. Your eyes rolled back in your head, the pleasure so white-hot you momentarily forgot what year it was. Even though you felt like you’d entered a different dimension, you were aware of the feeling of your husband sneaking his hand between the root of his cock and your spasming cunt. 

Somewhere in the back of your mind you registered that Steven was staving off his own peak to follow your order. Your sweet, obedient husband. You were going to make him come so hard. 

As much as you wanted to lift yourself off of Steven’s now-sticky erection, demand a sponge-bath, and pass out, it was your turn to send your spouse to the moon and back. You powered through the exhaustion that had begun to descend over your limbs to dismount from Steven’s lap and scooted down the bed some, leaving a trail of your own juices on the sheets in the wake. 

You glanced at the glass on the nightstand and gasped, “Oh no! We’re out of milk!” 

Steven jerked and pulled at his restraints, letting a plaintive cry escape when he heard you. 

“Guess I’ll have to give you some fresh,” you pondered aloud as your hands snaked up your sides to cup your heavy breasts. They were already feeling a bit engorged since it’d been hours since Steven milked you with his hands or mouth, so it only took a couple pumps of your palm for more liquid to dribble out and coat your hand. 

Steven, who’d been holding up his head to watch your little display, dropped it at the sight of you wetting your hand with his favorite substance. 

“You were so patient for mommy, now she’s going to give you your reward,” you intoned wrapping your drenched hand around his cock, already made slick from your arousal and his precum. 

You stripped his length with firm, quick strokes, only getting a dozen or so in before Steven was lurching against the sashes and crying out as he came. His seed was spurting from his thoroughly abused cock so intensely that you swore that if you hadn’t gotten your mouth around his tip in time, his cum would’ve hit the ceiling. 

You jerked Steven through his release until you felt him soften, and when you glimpsed up at him, he’d sank into the pillows and against his bonds like a ragdoll. 

Immediately, you brought your clean (well, cleaner) hand to caress his forehead. “Baby? You okay?” 

You wasted no time untying the sashes from the bedpost, and a moment later, your husband’s lids fluttered open. You knew by the smug quirk of his lips it was Marc gazing back at you instead of Steven. 

“Hi sweetie,” you greeted him. “Not freaked out, are you?” 

“No I’m fine,” he assuaged you. “Who knew the gorgeous in-house consultant I was assigned to work with on my first job all those years ago would be even better in bed than she was at her job?” You preened at Marc’s praise, moving to untie his other wrist while he added, “And she was really fucking good at her job.”

“He came so hard he forced a switch, didn’t he?” 

Marc nodded, rubbing and twirling his wrists to get the blood flow back. “Also, Jake says he’s not crossing the English Channel to go home until he gets to fuck your ass. “

You rolled your eyes. “Despite my best efforts to be one on this trip, he knows I’m not a sentient sex doll, right? That I’m in the home stretch of cooking his second kid currently? I told him we’d do to it before we left, we still have all of tomorrow.”

“Anoche,” Jake pushed forward to demand. 

“Mañana.” you countered. “Unless you let me take a nap now and make dinner. And clean up afterwards.” 

“Bien.”

“Always a pleasure doing business with you, Lockley.” 

“That’s enough of that,” Steven reclaimed the body to declare. “Let’s take a bath, yeah? Then you can nod off?” 

“Yes please,” you grinned. “But first can I just…I need to catch my breath.”

“‘Course darling,” he acquiesced, “Frankly, the offer of a bath was too ambitious on my end. I can’t move my legs right now.” 

“You were okay with all of that?” You needed to get straight to it. “I know that kind of got away from us just — got away in the best way possible if you ask me —but just…is there anything you wouldn’t want a repeat performance of? I know the word ‘mommy’, when we’re not referring to me with Nyla, is loaded for you.” 

It was if Steven’s tongue back too big for his mouth. He struggled to shape the words with his lips, and a crimson hue stained his cheeks while he searched for what to say. “No? I mean that’s actually worse, innit? Because I loved calling you mommy just now and I know I shouldn’t? After everything Marc actually went through…fuck, that’s messed up.” 

“I wouldn’t be so quick to judge,” you tried to comfort him. “From what you told me, your memories of her are so different than his. Intentionally so, right? It wasn’t until what, the last like six or seven years you knew otherwise.” 

“I suppose so,” he mumbled. 

“And you know how I much I love calling all of you daddy. I said it for the first time when I slept with Marc, ages before Nyla.”

“Guess it’s not too much of a stretch, given how obsessed I am with your tits,”  he surmised, then obscured his face with his hands, “Fuck, I’m a proper pervert, aren’t I? With a dose of D.I.D. thrown in with no extra charge.” 

“Stop,” you gently tried to removed his hands. When that didn’t work, you said, “You may be a perv, but you eat pussy like a champ, so who cares?” 

That got Steven to uncover his face. When you were met with his frown, you amended yourself, “I’m kidding. Obviously. Honey, if you want us to talk about this with Dr. Moorhead, I’m more than happy to do it so we can unpack it properly. But honestly? That was so bloody hot. It was fun to play with the power dynamics a little. I’m not sure if I’d want to do that every time we make love but…” 

“It was quite a treat for a special occasion, wasn’t it?” Steven admitted at last.

“Just think, in five weeks Caleb will be here and we won’t be having any sex whatsoever, so you’ll have plenty of time to mull over if we want to do it again.” 

“Well hopefully not ‘any sex whatsoever’,” Steven protested. “We snuck a lot in with Nyla.” 

“First baby luxuries,” you reminded him, “but don’t worry, your all-access pass to my titties will be restored.” 

Steven hummed in delight. “They’re just so big and tasty for me,” he murmured, his lips enveloping your nipple and tenderly suckling. 

It was your turn then to collapse back amongst the pillows. You carded your fingers through his wavy, salt-and-pepper locks as he relieved you, lost in the sensation. Steven switched tits, drinking from the other just as delicately as he did from the first. He only got a few sips in before the absence of his mouth sent a little shock of cold air on your nipple and you heard, “Eh! I’ve waited my turn.” 

Jake. 

“Then give me Steven back so he can bathe me,” you negotiated, too exhausted to open your eyes, “I’ll take my nap, you’ll make dinner, and I’ll be so naughty for you Papi, I promise. You can pound my ass until sunrise.”

“Joder nena, I’m not giving anything back when you talk like that,” he rasped, dropping a kiss to your neck. 

“Please honey? I need to close the loop on what we were talking about.” 

Thankfully, Jake agreed without any more fuss and Steven returned. 

“I think it might be good for us to talk with Dr. Moorhead,” he shared a few minutes later while you waited for cottage’s the copper tub to fill. “Because I want to do that again, but it’d be nice to not feel so weird about it.” 

“Sounds like a plan, love,” you grinned, drawing him in for a chaste kiss on the lips. “God, imagine what we’ll be like when there’s no weirdness.”

Steven’s open, wholesome smile turned wicked. “Exactly.” 

A/N: Y’all...what just happened there? Not even I know 🙈 but I hope everyone enjoyed!!! The more I write the more I realize my destiny is to be barefoot and pregnant with Oscar’s baby 🤷‍♀️🤰🏼The final prompt fill is 95% written and will be coming to all of you lovelies who have waited ever-so-patiently v soon! Also yes, I’m naming all the doctors in this AU after the MK series writers!

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Translations: 

Anoche - Tonight 

Mañana - Tomorrow 

Bien - Okay 

Joder nena - Fuck babe 

[thatoneandlonelyemo2005]

Slight NSFW, its all just METNIONS nothing to much. IF you are uncomfortable with that then scroll away but this is your warning

Will also be using the other names for the newsies for this one, sometimes their newsie name will be their nickname

Steven=Snitch

Zacharias=Dutchy

Dominic=Bumlets

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David turned the corner and glared at the popular boy. He sighed angrily and walked to him; pushing him against his locker. “What the hell were you doing Jack. I was trying to answer the teacher.”

Jack rolled his eyes. “Oh is Mr.perfect mad that I interrupted him.” 

“I could care less about that.” He gripped tighter on him. David could hear a few kids gather around them. “Why do you always mess with me? Can’t you go after someone else.”

Jack looked behind him, seeing the kids leave. Then he moved his eyes to his feet,"You're just- your life's so perfect, why are you so- so-" Jack just grumbles and looks away, again trying to get out of his grip.

"Well it's not so different from your life Mr. Popular. " David rolls his eyes.

Jack's eyes widened, "I'm not- you're- god you're so annoying. Always run ya mouth."

David then glares at him, "Excuse me for wanting to talk I guess." 

"Oh sure. Just talk” Jack scoffs, “Not like ya wanna subtly brag about how perfect you are with your brain and ya family and ya face-"

David debates it but decides to lean forward and kiss Jack. He cupped both his cheeks and softly yet forcefully let his lips collide with Jacks. 

For a moment he thinks now he's messed up completely, since Jack is just standing there, unmoving, but before he can pull back Jack sighs into the kiss and kisses back just as desperately, clinging onto David with all he has.

David pulled away and took in a deep breath, he looked to Jack who had swollen lips and wide questing eyes.

 "David..." 

"Shut up Jack, use your brain for once." David then leaned forward to kiss him again.

And Jack seemed to do so, as he stopped trying to question things and just kissed him back, one arm around David's waist and leaning down. David could finally clamp his hand in his stupid soft brown hair, could run his hands over his arm and back.

Then the bell went off for their next class. David pulled away, "Fuck!" He grabbed his bag but quickly turned around and kissed Jack, "Meet me after class at my locker okay." 

Jack blinked and paused for a few seconds, "O-ok." He stuttered out.

It wasn't like Jack was a bad student on purpose. Most of the time he really tried to pay attention, but today? After Dave fucking Jacobs smooched his brains to mush? Jack wasn't even sure what class he had, only remembering how the preppy boy had kissed him and pressed him against the wall. Not to mention that he'd actually cursed after.

David made sure his lie was convincing to his teacher and tried to stop blushing. Although when he sat down his friends gave him questioning looks that he just shook off. If he didn't concentrate during the lesson then who's to know. He'll just steal his friend's notes. But his head couldn't shake the image of him pinning Jack up against the locker. He just hoped this class period would end soon.

Jack only got out of his wonderful dreamland the second the bell rang. Then he almost ran to the damned blue eyed nerd's locker to lean coolly against it, as if he hadn't spent the last hour daydreaming about another makeout session. 

"Jack, are you busy after school?" David asked while he pulled a book from his locker. 

"No, why?" Jack asked quickly, he may have daydreamed about this but- 

"Wanna come to my place...we could ya know-" 

“Yes!" Jack then panicked at his outburst, "Yes sorry I can, I-"

 David kissed his lips, "Cool...meet me here after your last class cowboy." David smiled and began to walk to his next class hoping the school day would get over sooner.

Jack could somehow concentrate even less after that. David Jacobs, smartest guy in school, pain in the ass extraordinaire had actually asked him on a... date? Meet? Well whatever it was he had asked and it hopefully included more kissing as they had done before.

David couldn't help but let his mind wonder as he tried to work on his sheet of homework. He didn't know Jack Kelly could have nice lips. Soft ones at that, maybe a bit chapped but who didn't have chap lips. "David?" David snapped back into reality, "Oh sorry Dominic, what did you need." 

Bumlets shrugged, "Just wanted to know what you got for an answer on number twelve…but what's going on inside your head." 

"Nothing, just thinking about homework." 

Bumlets' eyebrow raised and he looked in disbelief at David over the edge of his glasses. "No, that looks different. Just tell me." He then turned in his desk looking at him. 

Shuffling his feet, David felt his face flush as he thought once more about the only thing that was on his mind today. "I...had another argument with cowboy"

Bumlets scoffed, "He sure likes to pick fights with you. What was it over this time?" 

David sighed,  what was it over? Between the kisses he didn't remember, "Just cowboy being himself." He shrugged. Bumlets raised an eyebrow again; he didn't know if he should press the issue or not.

As David almost seemed to slip into his thoughts again, Bumlets rushed out his question, not wanting to think about it further: "There's more, isn't there? Did it get into a fight or-" His eyes widened at the unlikely option. "Was it...something else?"

David his cheeks heat up, "N-no it was nothing." 

"Your stuttering David." Bumlets said unamused. 

"I-well it just escalated a bit..."

Bumlets leaned forward on his arms, "David, if you and Jack-" 

"Nothing happened, okay?", David snapped and then immediately felt bad as he saw his friend flinch back a bit. He took a few calming breaths. Bumlets wouldn't care... probably

"Look...I-" he looked around to see other kids working on their homework and the teacher seemed to be typing away at the computer. He sighed and wrote on top of the page for Bumlets to read 'we kissed'

He saw Bumlets' eyes widen. He blinked a few times and then wrote: 'who started?' David hesitated before pointing at himself. 

Bumlets just grinned and wrote 'how was it?' Under it.”

David blushed again, 'very nice' he paused then wrote again 'he's a really good kisser' 

'And you're going to do it again?' 

'I invited him over tonight' His cheeks began to flush. 

Bumlets snickered and shook his head. "Can't believe you'd kiss the Cowboy. And how did he react?"

 David smiled at the memory and the blush deepend. "Puddy in my hands."

"David! Dominic! Stop disrupting the class and get to work." The teacher yelled at them. 

"Yes sir." David put his face into the palm of his hand. 

"Text me about it later K?"

David just gave him a nod and went back to his work trying not to think of the stupid boy who made his stomach do a flip. 

Later at lunch Bumlets watched as David sat down. "Now you can tell me all about how it felt to kiss Mr. Popular himself."

Snitch and Dutchy shared a look then both said, "You did what now?!"

"Dominic, that wasn't public knowledge!" David glared 

"Well you're the one who decided to kiss him." Bumlets shot back, leaning backwards into his seat.

"Because he was infuriating!” David huffed, “He just-it was-I had to!" 

Snitch pushed his food on his tray, "Ya know, kinda saw it coming, you two did fight a lot."

David gasped, "Steven! No-what-”

Dutchy nodded. "Rivals to lovers. Not the first time the tension brings people together. Is he your Mr. Darcy then?"

David rolled his eyes. "No, Zach. I don't know yet. We'll be talking later."

"Oh you're taking him to your house then?" Bumlets smirked. 

 "Well-yeah, I guess so but just so we can talk!" David pinched the bridge of his nose. 

Dutchy stabbed his food with his fork,"You guys can also talk during sex." He said it so nonchalantly.

"Zacharias, I didn't invite him over so we could have- No!" 

Dutchy shrugged. "Your loss." 

"What, you got experience in the field?", asked Snitch not really knowing that he could have been in one. 

The blond just smiled mysteriously. "Maybe a project at my place escalated once or twice.”

Snitch placed his face on his hands and peered over at Dutchy,"Oh? Wanna tell us more?” 

Dutchy rolled his eyes, "This isn't show and tell Snitch." 

"I say it's fair since I had to tell mine." David leaned forward with a glare. Now thankful to not be the subject of the conversation. 

"I don't kiss and tell." Dutchy shoved some of his mashed potatoes.

 "Doesn't sound like it was only kissing." Remarked Bumlets while tapping his fork on his tray. 

 "No." Dutchy grinned and looked over to where the goths sat, one of the boys there quickly turning away from him again. 

"You fucked Victor," Hissed David, still almost forgetting about his own affair. “Maybe possibly a few times."

Dutchys eyes snapped to his, "Why don't you say it a little louder, he might hear you." 

"Zach if you're being true about this...How did you do that? Because...."Snitch trialed off 

"What just because we have different sets of friends we can't talk to each other." Dutchy said angrily. 

"No! No..." Snitch held up his hands in surrender. "I was just... you don't hang out in school, that's all." 

"We meet after school, even after that project was done. It's not just sex either. And if you have something against that-" 

"Hey, Zach, calm down." Bumlets held down one of the blond's hands that was slightly shaking. "We're just surprised. As long as you're happy with him there's no problem here."

"You sure? It seems like you were ready to kick me out a minute ago." Dutchy glared at his tray..

"Zach, we would never do that. And you know how we feel about these clicks, they're not doing us any good either." David paused and now realized he kissed one of the popular people, "Be who you wanna be with okay it shouldn't matter."

"No it doesn't.", murmured Dutchy before looking to the other clique again, Specs this time not looking at him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to kill the mood. It was only supposed to be a little comment."

"It's fine Zach, we don't have to talk about it anymore." Bumlets patted his hand.

"He's right let's just change the topic, did you see the substitute for geometry?" Snitch began.

Dutchy put his thoughts into it as well, soon forgetting what had happened. 

David looked at his own food, slightly untouched. Taking a bite he looked at the clock on the wall then to the popular table, Jack caught his eye and quickly looked away but David smiled because he could see a hint of blush on the boy.

-

will post the other rest tomorrow, for the timeline decs is next

this is part 1!

[virgin-mojitos]

massage session ft steven grant (slighlty nsfw)

heyyyy okay so we've established that im a liar and i do not keep my word but this idea came to me a while ago and i was like fuck it why not. but anywho, heres some fluffy steven (with a hint a sprinkle a dab of smut at the end) as an apology, enjoy!!

PS: reader and steven havent had sex yet but have done other things, so they might be in 2-3 month in

Definitely absolutely surely clearly DO NOT think about,  

Coming home extremely tired, you’ve been on your feet the whole day. Steven could tell from the moment you entered the flat, you had already texted him prior to order some takeout because you cant cook today. So he comes over kind of worried but also amused because you’ve never displayed any signs of fatigue .(usually you are very good at hiding them and steven does not know if they’re some trauma response, he does not ask either way.) he comes over and gives you a big hug, “you okay love?” so you hide your face in his chest and give a muffled “m okay” he laughs because you clearly do not look okay, “well I ordered takeout. Come lets eat and you can tell me about your day yeah?” “ cant, too tired to eat” and it was this moment that steven realizes hes nearly carrying all your weight because you can barely stand. He almost verbally ‘awww’s but he decides against it because if he did that you back away, knowing your ‘I gotta be strong and able 24/7 or else i deserve punishment’ tendencies. So he offers something else instead.

“would you like a massage?, I read a book about physiotherapy once” so you laugh of course, because who the hell casually reads a book about physiotherapy once? So you imitate him while giggling, making fun of his accent and all. “oi, I’m being serious it was just there and I decided to see what its all about that’s all” you laugh again and lay your chin on his chest and tell him that you would love a massage.

“turn away so i can take off my shirt and lay down on the towel” and he does turn away, knowing the gentleman he is. While laying down you take a minute to admire the scene that steven created for you in little time; scented candles, regular candles lit up and all the lights turned off. “you ready?” steven startles you but you answer him with a short “mmmhm”

 as soon he starts youre already making noises and shoving your face in shoulders in coyness. as steven gets more into it you stop covering my mouth and groans (mind u theyre both groans of pleasure and pain) ‘hes got very good hands’ you think. Your clutching the sheets and putting your face in the pillows and scrunching your nose, just a very pornographic image you think to yourself again, poor steven really.

and then when hes almost finished he starts kissing your neck and you laugh and say something like “was this in your book?” and he smiles and laughs and continues anyways.  And then when hes finished he turns your face slightly and kisses you for a bit until it gets uncomfortable for you, you’ve just had a massage for gods sake you don’t want your neck to hurt again.  so you decide to spin around and wrap the towel under around you when you do, any form of modesty

so now you are heavily making out, so drunk on the other that you dont notice his fingertips barely grazing your stomach under the towel so he stops kissing you and goes “is this okay?” and you nod and pull him by the hair to kiss him again, trying to show your gratitude through your kisses for the massage and asking for your consent. his hands starts gets cheeky rising up and hes just, he not touching you hes grabbing? Like squeezing in a way, squeezing anywhere hes touching. He reaches under your breasts and you gasp so he starts kissing your face and your neck and he asks again “is this okay?” and you gasp out a yes and he starts gently caressing yout breasts and at this point your a moaning mess right? hes still kissing your neck when he starts kneading them and murmers in your neck “you’re so fucking soft”

…yes definitely do not think about that

phewww *fans self* is it getting hot in here or is it just steven i mean what...

as always likes and reblogs help boost my ego!!!

my asks are always open if youd like me to write something!!

(steven’s SFW alphabet)

[livvyofthelake]

couple complaints about tiktok i have to get out of my system. 1) do not make a video that’s like wow look at my bookshelf i love reading so much! and it’s the tiniest thinnest bookshelf ever and i can see THR DIVERGENT SERIES on it prominently displayed. girl do we like books or not take this seriously. 2) if you’re gonna make a multi fandom edit. the second you put a mcu guy in there i’m out. gender neutral. if i wanted to see mcu edits i’d follow. actually scratch that i do follow one person who makes mcu edits. the reason for that though is that they also make shadow and bone edits so. it was a necessary sacrifice at the time even though they don’t do too much shadow and bone editing now. whatever. 3) being so serious. i don’t CARE about your olympics commentary!! i cannot do any more of these videos of some guy sitting on their couch recording the tv as they watch steven whatshisname do the pommel horse and they’re like wowww that’s crazy go off steven. man shut the hell up!! like yes. go off steven of course. but wow i do not give a fuck about these random peoples reactions… ok that’s all. still kinda losing it over the first one though. yeah your hugeee bookshelf filled with prestigious reading material like. allegiant by veronica roth. girl please take this seriously if you were going to do that video concept you should have replaced those books with something more pretentious i’m sorry but. if i was showing off my bookshelves i personally would not let anyone see my shelf of shame where i keep my old crap teen dystopias. me personally if i was trying to present an image of someone who loved books and was well read. idk that’s just me though

[controversial-blorbo-bracket]

Controversial Character Tournament Round 2: Jaiden from The DSCP, A 17776 Roleplay vs Rose Quartz from Steven Universe

(remember that these characters are fictional and your fellow tumblr users are real. i will block you if you harass others in the notes, please consider sending your unhinged harassment to my inbox instead)

Propaganda under the cut, may contain spoilers:

Jaiden:

HATE: - "OKAY SO. This is Jaiden. In a world thousands of years in the future where humans are immortal and spacecraft are beginning to wake up and become people on their own, Jaiden decides *she* wants to be the catalyst to wake one of them up. For years and years she tries and fails, until she finds CHIPsat, quietly shut down a while ago rather than decommissioned and.. well. taken out of the sky. CHIPsat isn't her first attempt at this, but they're her first *successful* one. She asks the newly-awakened satellite one thing: "Hey little buddy. How are you holding up?" The two are close friends for awhile, and I'm not about to spill ALL the details about EVERYTHING she did but let's just say: in a world where machines are literally people, hacking is NOT the most ethical skill ever. Jaiden's a BITCH nobody likes you jaiden (rusty if youre seeing this dont worry shes a VERY cool character. i just also want to crush her like a bug. hope this helps) also here's the image rusty used for the dani profile: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/783126743191519252/785258702188970014/unknown.png or the image rusty used for the jaiden profile: https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/783126743191519252/914301198994116619/1306309_f0CiRxGx-1.png"

Rose Quartz:

LOVE: - "She was the example in the intro post I'm so proud of her. <3 I saw this bracket and I was immediately like "rose quartz my favorite character rose quartz" and lo and behold I was Correct. "UwU space mom victim" is a little simplistic, she has the range. She haunts the narrative. She taught me how hiding yourself because you're afraid that people won't like who you really are leads to continued self-resentment and avoidance. Loving her teaches me that even if you did do something completely irredeemable, even if you did do something worthy of all that hate you hold for yourself, people can still see the entire you and decide to love you anyway. I think even the other diamonds are better-regarded than her, which... incredible pr stunt from them tbh. I don't dislike the other diamonds but come on they made no independent effort to change w/o Steven—there's literally no question in the "who's the better person" department. Of course the "who's the better character" department will always be incredibly subjective but she is so complex, and multi-facteted, she screws up so so much and yet somehow her biggest mistake of all might be her own self-degrading. "What an incredible power... the ability to grow up," said with such longing. Girl look at Jungle Moon, you really think you're still the same gem? You grew so much and you never saw it. She's so selfish and selfless and self-destructive all at the same time and it's captivating. I want to put her in a jar and study her like a bug." - "did she do a lot wrong? yes. do i think she had good intentions at heart but just majorly fucked it up? also yes" - "she has so much depth oh my god" - "look idk I just want to make sure she gets submitted to the bracket because you’re so right that she belongs here" - "Rose gets a lot of shit because we saw her character arc in reverse. The situation is very messy but it’s also very nuanced, and regardless on how the discourse hammer judges her, I will always love her." HATE: - "Yeah" - "Anti : I'm not one her biggest hater but I can't forgive her for what she did to Pearl, and the other crystal gems. I've read some interesting defenses of the character but I can't get past all the lying, leaving and (accidental) abusing." BOTH: - "Is there a proper way to say that I loved her for a while in the show, but the showrunners kept piling blame onto her with less and less justifiable and more and more abuse of power things (without including counterbalancing reminders of how much she loved the planet and helping people) and so I kind of. Love early Rose Quartz, the complicated war leader with a messy past that she's escaping from, but hate Pink Diamond?"