#steven grant my beloved

[fettuccin-e]

Like It Like That

Kinktober Day 16: Role-Reversal

Tags: Steven Grant x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv (pls oh pls wrap it irl i'm begging you), rough sex, fingering (r!recieving), slight degradation, dom!steven my love my life (w/c: 897)

A/N: Another part of the rapid-fire Kinktober catch-up! This one is a tad short but guys we're so close to being fully caught up I can practically taste it oh my gosh!! And I needed more husband Steven, especially because I feel like I fluctuate between dom and subby Steven in all of my fics, so he's perfect for role-reversal! (I've been using these prompts from flightlessangelwings for the month!)

He’s usually so good for you. Perfectly happy to whine beneath you as you do whatever you want to him. And he’s always so responsive, giving into your every whim without question, desperate for your touch.

Marc put the idea in his head, just like he always seems to. Steven supposes that he brought it on himself, asking Marc if he really liked being in charge as much as he seems to. He did.

“'Course I do, and she fucking loves it,” Marc had said, eyes going dark. “She gets so damn desperate for it. It’s like she’s in goddamn heat.”

Steven had watched you both that night, watched on through your bedroom mirror as Marc tore you apart, fucking into you harder than Steven has ever dared to. And you had cried with the force of it, dripping down Marc’s cock as he fucked you hard enough for tears to spring to your eyes.

Steven couldn’t get the image out of his head, needing to see you like that again, needing to be the reason for it.

He asks you one night, over dinner of all things, like he’s discussing the fucking weather, “Can I have control for a night?”

“What?” you ask, setting your fork down and scooching closer to him on the couch. “Like, in the bedroom?”

Steven’s face flushes bright red. He won’t make eye contact with you. “Yeah,” he breathes, “Want to see how it feels, if that’s alright with you.”

You smile at him, ducking to his lips to meet him in a gentle kiss. “Of course, Steven,” you murmur. “Of course you can take control, see if you like it.” And in the back of your head, you can’t help but wonder how Steven, the sweetest, most docile man you’ve ever known, could possibly be dominant.

A few nights later, you find out. You find out, spread underneath him, just how far he can take it.

 “Fuck, please Steven, need it so bad, please,” you whine, unable to help yourself as Steven’s fingers spread you apart, jamming into your pussy so hard your head spins. 

“God, that’s so beautiful, love,” he murmurs, “keep begging for me.” And you realize that you’ve never been the one begging for him before. It’s always him, writhing and pleading beneath you. The change, his dark eyes roving down your body as he plays with you like a fucking toy, is enough to give you whiplash, sending you into a tailspin.

“Please, Steven,” you gasp as his fingers jackhammer into your g-spot, sending your back arching as you bear down on his fingers. “Please fuck me, need it- need it so bad, baby.”

Steven grins, the same cocky, self-satisfied grin Marc always gives you when he’s got you like this. It’s fucking maddening.

“Marc was right,” he murmurs, “you’re fucking gorgeous when you get desperate like this.” You flush with heat at the compliment, throwing your arm over your eyes to escape from Steven’s unrelenting gaze.

Before you can even breathe, Steven grips your wrist, pinning your arm above your head. “Look at me when I fuck you,” he snarls, deep and dark and so unlike your Steven that it makes your entire body lock up, feeling like you’ve been struck by lightning. You’re lightheaded as you feel the blunt head of his cock push at your gaping entrance.

He doesn’t break eye contact, holding your arm above your head as he pushes inside without remorse, not giving you a second to recover before he’s pulling out, and slamming into you again.

You’re so used to the way Steven whines beneath you, his hips bucking uncontrollably.

Now, you’re the one gasping for air as he growls above you, fucking into you at a pace that is utterly obscene, practically ripping you apart, straight down the middle, with his violent thrusts.

“Steven, fuck, oh my god, Steven,” you slur between his harsh movements into your aching body. You can hear the sound of your pussy around his cock, the wet slapslapslap of your bodies meeting over and over again.

“God, you’re so wet for me, love,” he rasps. He pulls his hand away from your wrist to grasp your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you onto his cock. “You love this, don’t you? Being used?”

You choke on your moans with his words, gasping for air.

“Fuck! Yes, I love it, love when you fuck me like this, oh shit- Steven!” Tears spring to your eyes, leaking down your cheeks. The headboard slams against the wall, threatening to dent it, but you couldn’t care less. Not when it feels like you could pass out from the pleasure of it all, Steven’s cock jamming into your g-spot with every single thrust.

“You look fucking perfect like this, darling,” Steven growls, “getting fucked like a slut.”

And you’re fucking gone, trembling and gasping soundlessly as you squeeze Steven’s cock with your orgasm, your nails digging into his shoulders. He thrusts in once, twice before he’s following, leaning into you to lick into your mouth, his hips moving in aborted little thrusts as he floods your pussy with his cum.

As you both settle, Steven lets himself rest on top of you, his weight comforting and warm.

“Did you like it, Steven?” You whisper, running your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

“Mhm,” he hums tiredly into the crook of your neck. You chuckle.

“Good, because I fucking loved it.”

[oscarisaacsspit]

take my hand, wreck my plans, that’s my man 🫶🏽

[whatthefishh]

Happy Halloween, Steven

Steven Grant x F!Reader

Summary: this was supposed to be a fluff piece and then I thought about how Steven would look in his costume and how I'd probably react to it so. You guys get light smut.

Warnings: 18+, smut, heavy petting, handjob, jealous coworkers lol

Author's note: Thanks to @villainvindicator and @kittyofalltrades for helping me decide how to go about certain parts of this story :) xo

Jake is written in bold, Marc in italics, sorry if its OOC I was just having the best time writing this LOL

Word count: 2.5k

This wasn’t really how Steven imagined the annual Halloween party the National Gallery threw for its staff to go, but let’s just say he was over the moon with how his night was going.

The entire staff was being forced to go. Steven didn’t necessarily dislike parties but he wasn’t the best in social settings either. He felt a little better going to outings with Marc and Jake around now, it felt like he wasn’t going entirely alone. Plus, he did really enjoy Halloween. 

Although Marc grumbled the whole week leading up to the party about having to dress up and how lame he thinks it all is, Jake was quietly supportive of Steven putting himself out there more and more. Especially since he picked up on his little crush on you.

Jake noticed that every time you’d rush by the gift shop, piles of paperwork haphazardly collected in your arms, heels clicking on the floors trying to make it to your destination without bumping into anyone, Steven would stop whatever he was doing and just blankly follow your movements with his eyes until you were gone. This happened maybe a handful of times per day, and every time it was the same: Steven would longfully gaze after you, sigh dramatically and then return his attention back to the task at hand. Marc usually mentally clocked out when Steven literally clocked in, so only Jake really knew about this little reaction Steven had towards you aka dopey heart eyes anytime you were in the vicinity. 

Tonight’s party was a Halloween costume party, being held in the gallery’s dining hall, but it was supposed to be decked out by the party planning committee. Steven was slightly bitter towards the committee, led by Donna, since they didn’t let him help when he offered. You were on it, too, which was honestly part of the reason why he offered to help to begin with, hoping to get a word in with you, but Donna quickly interrupted your conversation to shut him down as rudely as she always does. 

Steven had his costume picked out for a while, thinking it made him look bloody handsome, if he did say so himself. Jake helped him style his hair into a neater, slicked back look instead of his usual unruly curls to better match the outfit. Marc teased Steven saying that he was trying too hard for a bunch of coworkers that didn’t give a shit if he showed or not. Needless to say, Steven did not like that. 

“Oi! Just because Donna’s insufferable, doesn’t mean they all are! There are some people I actually like at work.” 

Yeah you’re a real social butterfly.

Marc, stop being such a culo. Steven, you better talk to her tonight.

Oh? This whole getup is for a girl?

Steven has to admit when he purchased his Captain Hook costume, the idea of you and what you would possibly dress up as dipped into his daydreams enough times. The shopkeeper looked entirely too thrilled when Steven tried on the black pleather pants, maroon vest and long black overcoat complete with gold hardware detailing and a fake sword for his belt. He also pressured him into buying some cheap eyeliner to drive the pirate look home. It was definitely not Steven’s first choice (initially he’d asked for Prince Charming) but upon looking at himself in the tri-fold mirror and seeing how the tight pleather pants made his thighs and rear look, he readily agreed, secretly hoping it would catch your attention. 

If we’re gonna be here, at least we look good. 

Deep breath, hermano. Look, there she is. 

Again, WHO?

As soon as Steven walked in, it was almost magnetic how his eyes zeroed in on you; animatedly describing something with your hands to the angel with bright white, oversized wings next to you over the blaring dance music. His eyes widened and mouth dropped open slightly once he took in the sight of you, in a tiny, tiny sparkly, green number, hem cut in a zigzag pattern, clear high heels to give the illusion that you were floating, with petite green wings to match. The dress was much shorter than he expected to see you in, especially for a work party, but he was guessing you probably didn’t realize the effect it was having on those around you and honestly? He’s not complaining because where the hell have you been hiding those legs this whole time?! 

He was beginning to attract attention just standing at the door of the hall, yet again caught staring at you with a dopey look on his face. It didn’t occur to Steven that he could be attracting attention because of how damn fine he looked tonight, pleasantly surprising some of the staff with his defined muscles on display with his costume choice - the pleather didn’t leave much up to imagination. He quickly made his way over to the food table, as one does with anxiety at a party, and scoured the table for vegan friendly options with shaking hands. Why did he come to this party again? What if nobody talked to him? What if he made a fool out of himself? Why did he think this costume was a good idea? They probably think he looks ridiculous, that's why they’re all staring…

Fighting the urge to nervously run his hands through his gelled hair, Steven stood fidgeting with his jacket and finally looked around the room to catch a handful of the more forward women blatantly staring at him bent over the table stacking his plate sky high, promptly choking on his food at the numerous eyes on him. Rushing to the punch bowl in an attempt to wash his food down before he further embarrassed himself, he didn’t notice you also approaching and narrowly avoided bumping into you. 

“Are you…alright? Steven, right?” you asked just as he managed to gulp down half his cup of punch, nearly causing him to choke again as he swiveled around to face you. 

“Uh hiya, yeah I’m Steven, Steven is me,” he tried to laugh at the end of that horrible, horrible introduction. He already knew your name, but pretended to ask anyway so as not to seem like a creep, which you confirmed with an easy smile. He tried so desperately not to look away from your face while you were talking but it was proving to be challenging, especially now that Marc perked up at your presence. 

This is her? He playfully laughed. Steven, where have you been hiding this little nymph?

Steven wasn’t that guy, he would not be the guy caught staring at your breasts while you were showing him kindness and striking up a conversation by the punch bowl, like the nice girl he was sure you were, he would not, could not blow this chance with you. But God was it making him break a sweat at the effort. He tried to focus on some part of your face so that his gaze wouldn’t stray but then he got caught up in your eyes and the meticulous makeup you applied that accentuated the soft glow of your skin, trailing down to the perfect pink pout you wore tonight and-

She’s asking you a question, cabrón.

Ah, shit, he was not listening. Did you know he wasn’t listening? He thinks he’s ruined it now, for sure. His eyes betrayed his inner turmoil and panic, quickly making his whole demeanor tense which you picked up on with concern and asked again, “You sure you’re alright?” You ask as you move closer to him. He’s tall enough to see down your dress now and he quickly closes his eyes and inhales deeply. 

This is torture. There’s a promising pink flush gracing your cheeks when he opens his eyes to look down at you. The track changes, something with a heavier bass starting up.

Do not. Fuck. This up, Steven. She’s hot, and likes what she sees.

Sí, parece que le gustas, this might work. 

“Y-yeah, m’alright, more than actually,” he says, schooling his features into what he thinks is a coy smile but on Steven’s open and honest face just screams ‘I really like how close you’re standing next to me’. 

You’re perceptive, he will soon learn. You’ve actually noticed him gaping at you a few times you rush past the gift shop in your hurry to get to your meetings on time, but you never get the chance to stop and chat with the cute, tousled-looking man behind the counter. You’ve taken notice though, especially tonight, with his tight black pants about to bust at the seams. 

You’re smiling at him encouragingly, hoping Steven will catch on to your advances as you slowly lift your hand to finger at the lapels of his jacket, eyes slowly blinking up at him, looking over his face for a reaction. “I was just saying how it's a shame we don’t get to talk more at work,” you supply him with bits of your previous conversation. The other women who were watching this play out are scoffing at how obvious you’re laying it on for him, muttering bitterly amongst each other as they shift their attention elsewhere for the night. You have faith he’ll catch on, eventually. Hopefully. 

“Me, too, I-I know you must be busy though, Donna definitely would ‘ave my head if she saw me bein’ friendly with anyone on the clock. Bit crazy, that one.” He manages to get out even with your close proximity and finger touching him through his clothes. Steven was going to slowly lose his mind if you kept dragging your finger on his clothes, your nail pressing into the fabric scandalously. There’s no way he could be misinterpreting this anymore. 

Dude she wants you, stop fucking around. 

And then you’re leaning up to whisper to him and he can feel the heat of your breath hit the shell of his ear and your breasts graze his arm, hair slightly brushing against his face in your movement; he can feel his dick twitch in his too tight pants, and it sounds like you’re smiling around your words as you say, “I could use some air, care to join me, Captain Hook?” Pulling back to look at him with eyes he couldn’t say no to let alone form words around. Steven thinks he agreed to join you because the next thing he knew he was being led out the doors to the main gallery by his hand, trailing after you like a puppy. Maybe Marc jumped in for a second back there. He’d have to thank him later.

You don’t stop pulling him behind you, occasionally looking back to giggle at his expression, until you reach the bathrooms on the other side of the gallery. He didn’t notice how long you two were walking, taking the opportunity to zone out at your legs effortlessly floating in those damn clear heels and the gentle sway of your hips as you brazenly walked in front of him. 

Marc must have fronted again because he suddenly finds himself caging you in against the bathroom counter, standing in between your legs, hands spreading them as wide as they can in your obscenely short dress, as you sit between the sinks and you’re pulling him closer, closer, closer, until your lips meet in a hot, open mouth kiss. Steven’s hands are roving over your body, nonstop, from gripping your hips to squeezing your waist to ever so softly cupping your breast, and you moan into his mouth when he hesitantly swipes his thumb across your nipple through your dress. Your hands are in his hair, meeting slight resistance due to the product he’s used to tame his curls, his matching groans of desire echoing off the bathroom walls. You’re smiling into the kiss now, pulling back for air as you lean your head back giving Steven access to your neck which he happily attacks with his mouth, lightly nipping you in the process. 

So - you didn’t think you were gonna end up with your hand down Steven’s pants - or rather Steven’s pants hanging around his knees - but you’re okay with it, more than okay with it considering you unzipped them to begin with even though he had to pull back to look at you to make sure he wasn’t making a fool of himself. 

“O-oh, please, love,” he stutters out as you massage the head of his cock, thumb swiping over the slit. There was nothing you wanted more than to make Steven lose control in his stupid hot costume in the work bathrooms. He’s already breathing shakily, eyes rolling back as you work your fist up and down his cock, as you watch mesmerized, cataloging his face to memory. 

Ahh, is this how every work event is gonna go from now on? You guys hiring, Steven? 

Marc, we shouldn’t be here for this… As gorgeous as this little tinkerbell is

Steven tries to ignore the voices of his headmates as you continue to work him up, leaning forward to lick into your mouth partially to muffle his sounds and partially to not blow his load right there at the way you’re looking at him. He starts thrusting his hips into your hand, making you wetter just by watching him give in to his baser instincts.

“God, I’m not gonna last, love,” he whines out for you. 

“Good,” you purr against his mouth. 

His brow starts to furrow, and he looks up at you with a needy gaze as you pump your fist tighter, faster, your other hand reaching up to tug his hair back and he comes with a shout, eyes clenched tightly together and chest heaving. 

You’re still slowly gripping his limp dick as you both look down to see his spend all over your thighs, leaking from his tip, dripping down your hand. He shyly meets your eyes as he hums happily and reaches for the paper towel stack behind where you’re perched to clean up his mess. When he comes back to wipe the white ropes off your thighs, you’re already tasting him and his jaw drops open at the sight of you smiling mischievously around your finger. You end up taking the paper towel from his hand and cleaning yourself up because Steven’s brain seems to have short circuited - something you’re very smug about at the moment. He has to shake himself out of his stupor to properly tuck himself away, and voices his concern about you not getting your own happy ending. 

“Oh, we’re not done for the night, Hook,” you grin before pecking him and then gracefully hopping off the counter to stand pressed up against him. 

“You’re so bloody gorgeous,” he mutters in amazement.

Told you it would work, hermano.

Steven, I swear to God if you don’t take care of her, I will. 

Marc didn’t need to front anymore that night. 

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[jake-g-lockley]

Cookie Shenanigans (Steven Grant x reader)

Masterlist | Spotify Playlist

A/N: Based on this post again, giggling and kicking my feet as I write this hehehe

Warnings: MDNI, sexual content

Word Count: 1k Tagging: @i-still-dont-like-your-face @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

You sigh the second your feet hit the corridor to Steven’s apartment. It had been a long day at work and all you wanted to do was take a nice long shower and then cuddle with Steven. Or take a nice long slower with Steven. Either way, you were only craving one thing and that was Steven’s warm chest and comforting arms. 

You padded your way to Steven’s apartment, stopping in front of the door to pull out your spare key. You slipped the key in the keyhole only to notice that the door was locked from the inside, with the latch. Steven must have forgotten that you said you were coming over so you slipped your keys back into your pocket and knocked softly. 

“Steven, baby, latch.” you say loud enough for him to hear. 

You frowned when no one replied. You were positive that Steven was inside, there's no other way you could explain how the door was locked from the inside. You knocked and called out for him again and pouted when no one answered again. You pulled your phone out and brought Steven’s contact up, hitting the call button and tapping your foot nervously against the door.

You heard the soft ringing from inside of the apartment and you knew from that second that your boyfriend was up to no good. The last time he had been left to his own accord, he tried to shave his head and almost ended up with no eyebrows. The ringing stopped but suddenly a big crash sounded from inside of the apartment, making you slap your hand to your mouth in horror. 

“STEVEN! Sweetheart, what the hell are you doing?!” you yell a little louder.

“Nothing…” he mumbled from inside.

“Can you just let me in?” you sigh, pressing your forehead to the door.

“OKAY FINE! I’ll let you in but you gotta close your eyes!” 

“That’s fine with me.” you smile at your boyfriend’s mischiefs. 

You closed your eyes and a few seconds later heard the latch click before the door swung open. Steven’s hands were on your eyes and he muttered apologies into  your ear as he guided you into the apartment. The first thing you smelled was the heavenly smell of freshly baked gingerbread cookies. You smiled but didn’t question it knowing that you had crashed upon Steven’s surprise. 

He suddenly let go of you and you found yourself in the bedroom, him smiling sheepishly at you. You raised an eyebrow before giving him a kiss, smiling against his lips as he pulled you closer by your hips. He pulled away before he could lose himself in you and smiled at you, kissing your cheek. His face was flushed, his cheeks red and a small dusting of what looked like flour was smeared on his forehead. 

“Go shower, and stay here until I tell you to come to the kitchen.” Steven says sternly before walking out. 

You resisted the urge to giggle as you watched his retreating butt before grabbing your towel and hopping into the shower.  Once you came out of the shower, you dressed yourself in one of Steven’s sweaters and curiosity began to take over your senses. 

You tiptoe out of the bedroom, making sure to avoid any creaky floorboards as you edged closer to the wall near the kitchen. You took a peak at what your boyfriend was doing. From where you were standing you could see Steven’s eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration, the crease in his eyebrow becoming more prominent by the second. He had a piping bag in his hands and was carefully detailing something, perhaps a cookie. 

His tongue was wedged between his teeth and his eyes were squinting slightly. His concentration made him look so beautiful and perfect, the quiet atmosphere of the whole apartment adding to your peace and happiness. He finally set the piping bag down and smiled down at whatever masterpiece he was creating. 

“Darling! You can come out of the room now if you’re ready!” he called out without looking up from the cookie in front of him. 

You scurried back to the room and walked out casually, arranging your face to suit the look of confusion you needed to show Steven. 

“Tada!” he exclaimed, gesturing to the kitchen counter. 

You looked down and your eyes instantly widened at the sight before you. You clearly didn’t expect whatever Steven was making and when your eyes landed upon them, you were so taken aback that your breath was stuck in your lungs. 

On a tray before you were a set of beautifully piped sex position cookies. You stared at each position, and your mind flashes to each one that Steven had put you in whenever you both were doing the devil's deed.You started to giggle as your eyes shifted from the missionary cookie to the doggy cookie to the cowgirl cookie.  

“Are you laughing at my talents, love?” his British drawl curled right past your brain and went straight to your cunt as your eyes flutter. 

His hands were on your hips, pushing you against the kitchen counter as his mouth made quick work of your neck, leaving soft kisses that clearly were spurred on by the existence of the cookies in front of you. 

“Go on, take your pick.” he murmured into your ear, holding one of your hands up to skim over the cookies. 

“Can’t I just have them all?” you ask sweetly, your mouth watering at the prospect of your night.

“Don’t be greedy, sweet angel.” he said before nipping at your skin.

You grabbed a random cookie as you moaned into the pain. Steven smiles against your skin and takes the cookie from you, pushing your lips open with his fingers before feeding the cookie to you. You were so delighted by the taste of the cookie and the feeling of Steven’s hardening member against your ass that you were going to float away to heaven. 

“Fucking amazing Steven.” you whine as you push yourself against him, making him chuckle against you.

“I think it’s time we recreated some of these, don’t you think so too, darling?”

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[moons-dunes]

Ignore the fact that Jake is holding a gun. It’s fine

Original article

[spider-biter]

Head cannons abt the moon boys for the soul <3 🌙🌙🌙

A/N: I’ve been stuck with this in my head for the past 4 days.…. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!! Also thank you for correcting my misspelling of mierda as Mérida 😭😭😭 embarrassing 😳

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- Steven loves old vintage things, he often wonders into antique stores to just “look around”

- he spends 50 dollars.

- Jake cannot stand waiting. man is literally impatient AF

- “15 minutes till the next train???! Mierda, let’s just fucking walk”

- cooking for him is his love language

- he will literally sob on the inside if you even show interest in his cultural food

- Marc is the same way

- one time you made him Rugelach and he was a MESS

- “baby it’s not even that good-“ “ITS AMAZING AND I LOVE IT AND- AND I LOVE YOU-“ “ok”

- Steven loves that you know so much about their cultures and interests

- he also appreciates how you avoid meat when he’s fronting

- when you first ordered a tofu taco on a date with him he immediately felt guilty, like he was pressuring you or something

- “love- no it’s ok! you can eat meat I don’t care!”

- “darling, if this is important to you then it is important to me. plus tofu is literally the best so it’s no problem! :)”

- oml he is going to COLLAPSE

- they always appreciate that you know how to comfort them whenever they are triggered or have a nightmare

- Steven needs to be grounded, so you take his hands and hold him close to you. Rubbing circles on his back, telling him that you’re right here, it’s ok, you’re fine. he often falls asleep with his head on your chest with your hands in his hair

- Marc fluctuates between quiet dissociation and physical panic

- when he’s quiet you make sure to interact. asking him questions like how was your day, do you want tea, how many sugars, any cream? just so he is forced to stay as much out of his head as he can

- (even though you can probably make his favorite tea ((thank you stevens Brit influence)) blindfolded)

- if it’s physical it’s a lot harder. You know that Marc would probably sink deeper if he ever accidentally hurt you so you just try to make him look at you. The 5-4-3-2-1 rule works best to get him out of it. He usually goes quiet after one, staring into nothing. Usually you just kind of sit near and around him, trying to get him back to the present (Think of that one scene in the asylum where he just looks exhausted)

- Jake just needs his space. You respect that. One of you normally leaves to give the other some space. You understand and respect that it’s not a you thing, just a ‘I think if I am touched or talked to I will literally fall over this edge that I am on’ thing.

- he normally apologizes (even though you told him it’s ok) and is super lovey dovey & touchey for the next couple of hours after

- speaking of touchey

- they all LOVE to hold you

- steven found out that holding hands with you and swinging them back and forth dramatically makes you giggle

- especially if he skips with you while doing it (he has done it twice and both times you felt your heart explode with love!)

- he loves holding your hand, rubbing circles on the back of your palm to calm each other down

- and whenever you get up in the middle of the night to pull him out of his studies/work he softly kisses your knuckles as an apology, whispering things in French

- LORD

- you guys also rest against each others foreheads in moments of silence, just enjoying the closeness of your love

- Jake is a spinner!

- he’ll grab your arm and immediately spin you around, no matter what you’re doing.

- you always scream out of surprise even though he’s done this forever

- he also loves to dip you

- “no need to be scared mi corazón, I’ll never drop you 😤💪❤️” 🤨🤨 “what about that one time at-” “shhhh mi vida no es importante”

- Jake loves having his hands on you in a “mine” way

- but you do the exact same for him

- but he likes to come up behind you and run his hands all over your body while kissing your jawline. “So lovely” “so beautiful” “y todo mío” (that last one made your knees jelly)

- Marc has such an obsession with physical touch

- for the first 6-8 months, he was really scared of touching you. he never got physical love as a child and was always scared he’d break you because of it

- but one day he fell asleep on your shoulder during a movie you guys were watching

- and damn. The peace he felt was similar to how he felt in the field of reeds tbh

- ANYWAYS

- one day you both started just hooking arms with the other and skipping around in a circle

- it’s a cowboy jig

- yeehaw

- Marc also is obsessed with giving you piggyback rides, even if you are scared AS HELL!

- yes Marc Spector has run with a fully grown adult on his back yelling “MARC WHAT THE FUCK?” In Central Park. what abt it

- he loves to let you rest your head on his shoulder.

- he’s a big face guy??? Like he brushes away hair, pecks your cheeks, wipes away tears.

- he’s very gentle all the time and loves holding your cheek as you guys just stare at each other

- the mornings with them >>>

- who’s big and little spoon is a never ending battle

- with Steven it’s very quiet & reflective

- laying on each others chests, hands in each others hair, comforter pulled up to your neck, listening to the other breathing pattern and syncing it up! It’s all about the quiet company of love. The 2 of you comfortable for all of eternity

- Marc is similar but not

- it’s inches away from each other, still entangled with the other. you face each other and whisper silly nothings: I love you, I’ll do anything for you, we should do this for a date.

- You even boop his nose.

- he’s not a fan

- Jake loves being the big spoon but after hard days you make him little spoon so you can wrap around him <3

- but when he is big spoon??????

- his warm arms wrap around your midsection, keeping you in nirvana eternally. you both float in and out of consciousness, his head rests softly on yours, you nestle deeper into him, even though that’s literally scientifically impossible at this point. He loves how addicted you are to him

- he doesn’t even realize how addicted he is to you ;)

- it’s also passionate make out sessions, still sleepy and slightly sloppy, before he goes into the shower and you make him a coffee

- (getting out of the shower to be greeted by your coffee and you sitting at the counter just reading over the news on your phone??? it makes his heart literally collapse in on itself every. single. day.)

- speaking of passion

- you helped them all find things they’re passionate about

- you helped Steven get a better job at a different museum and he LOVES IT!!!

- it was pretty easy, Steven just had to be confident in his knowledge.

- sometimes you stop by on your lunch break and see Steven somehow getting a group of terrible and loud preteens absolutely invested in the story of Ra and Sekhement

- (passionately teaching a group of kids all about the ancient relics of the past is a turn on you never knew you had)

- you helped Marc get involved with the INTERPOL force in London, so he can occasionally be on call, and help people in a legal way

- he likes it bc it gives him something to do & makes the world a better place

- he helps take down bad guys & save kids. He gets to be the person he always wished would come and save him when he was younger.

- it makes you sob

- but!

- Jake is happy as long as he’s with you but he’s actually super into watching old telenovelas

- you guys make a whole day out of it

- and the 2 of you won’t stop acting out the most dramatic scenes of it

- “TU ES MI HIJO???” “Si, madre. También soy tu ABUELO EN EL FUTURO!!!” *gasp*

- Steven and Marc are OVER IT!!

- speaking of Marc, you always celebrate Rosh Hashanah & other important Jewish holidays with him

- you cook together, him teaching you these generational meals and you making sure he doesn’t burn down the entire kitchen

- during Yom Kippur you help him fast & reflect with him

- keeping him grounded and not just letting him shit on himself endlessly for 25 hours?? telling him that “it’s about repenting and doing it better this year”???? Literally life saving for him

- and to have someone to help him with his spirituality is so important to him

- like… beyond words

- idk where to put this at but onetime you drove with Jake in the passenger

- he is TRAUMATIZED

- like just imagine a grown ass man screaming as you go 50 mph down the London bridge

- “eres un pequeño demonito de la velocidad. me asustas” (you’re a little speed demon (lovingly). You scare me)

- Steven was LIVING

- “STEVEN IF YOU DONT STOP CHEERING THEM ON-“

- “LOVE GO FASTER!!”

- yes Steven is also a little speed demon

- it’s cannon idc

- if you can’t already tell, they love you so much

- holding you after a bad day, comforting your anxieties, feeding the ducks in the pond

- “darling he’s a duck-“ “I don’t care! He’s staring at me like I did something! I’m innocent Marc I swear!” “I- I know babe- it’s- it’s a duck???”

- (This conversation and never ending confusion on Marc’s part goes on for another 15 minutes)

- they cherish you like no one else

- they would take a bullet for you without even a second thought and you would for them too

- (where is my moon system holding dying lover or lover holding dying system fic already??)

- anyways

- they love you the most in the world

- and tbh??? You do too.

- “I love you the most”

- “I love you the mostest”

[lunathebee]

☽ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ☽

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!fashion designer!reader | social media au (twitter+insta)

Summary: Y/n is in a collaboration with the famous brand vivienne westwood and fans are loving it, but there is a bigger surprise behind

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[romanarose]

Why Did You Stop?

Steven Grant x Gn!reader

Romana's 1000 follower celebration

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requested by @soonknight

"hi romana, congrats on 1000! you deserve it and I love your writing! I wanted to send you a request but I'm on a side blog and hate doing anons... I'd love to see a drabble with steven and "why'd you stop?" I'm just in the mood for some fluff tonight, idk. thanks!"

Summary: While locked out of your apartment, your neighbor, Steven, kindly let's you stay over at his flat that night.

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"Excuse me, are you alright?"

You wake up to a pretty sight; Steven Grant, your neighbor, waking you.

And the blinding hall lights. Those were annoying.

"Oh, hey Steven." You smile at him sitting up.

"Everything okay? I'm sorry to wake you, love, but I was just worried."

"Y-yeah, yeah I'm fine. I just locked myself out of my apartment is all. Sleeping out here for tonight."

The look of horror on his face make you giggle. "Oh god, no! Why didn't you knock on my door? I'm glad I ordered some late dinner" He held up his take out. "C'mon, up you go" Steven began to hoist you off the couch, even picking up your coat that you were using as a blanket. "Can't believe you didn't come see me. Absolutely ridicules, as if I don't have a perfectly good apartment just across the hall for you to sleep in."

Steven continued to murmur about how you were always welcome over as he set you up on the couch you were all to familiar with after arguing with him over who was going on the bed. You simply refused, you would not disrupt the poor man's sleep. He needed it! Plus, he had a whole ruetine.

You'd been around Steven and his apartment enough that he felt he no longer had to hide the sand and chain and duck tape from you, all the times you came over to watch movie's this last month you saw his place just as it was, mess and quirks in all. You liked that he trusted you with it.

Soon enough, you found yourself bundled up on the couch with the neighbor you'd been sporting a crush on since forever, and as usual, your bodies were pressed up close with Steven laying on your lap. It wasn't long until he fell asleep on you, just as you suspected he would. Steven almost always did, needing his rest so badly, so you'd taken to lulling him to sleep yourself by gently scratching his scalp, massing your fingers through his beautiful thick curls. If he didn't wake by the end of the movie, you would try to make a quiet exit and leave him on the couch with a blanket. Tonight, you were hoping he'd wake eventually so you could send him to bed, but for now you took the time to simple admire him. He real was handsome, so, so handsome it was nearly painful, your heart aching for him, to touch him, to be with him... but if you told Steven that, would you lose moments like this? moments when you felt so comfortable, so safe, so at peace... you'd miss it all so much.

"Why'd you stop?" Steven's voice was soft and small below you, and it's then you realize his eyes open, watching you watching him...

"Oh! Oh sorry, Steven" You go back to scratching him, but he keeps looking up at you, his brown eyes large and gentle.

"You looked sad, darling. Anything wrong?"

"No, Steven, nothings wrong"

He didn't believe you. Steven sat up, his face close to yours. "No, somethings on your mind. What is it?"

Still, you hesitate. You could tell him... but you could also ruin it all. "Well... I was just thinking... and... and you can say no and I don't want this to ruin our friendship but... maybe I could take you on a date sometime?" You held your breath.

Steven's face was unreadable besides surprise. "You... you want to go on a date? With me?"

You couldn't help wringing your hands together. "Yes? I mean, if you want to. If you want to remain just friends then that's-" You were interrupted by the most unlikely of events. Steven Grant kissed you.

His lips on yours, you relax into him, opening your mouth slightly for the kiss to deepen just a bit. Nothing salacious, nothing raunchy, simply you and Steven feeling your passion for one another.

"Darling, I'd love to go on a date with you. But I'm taking you."

You smile at your sweet Steven, so beautiful and so kind. He was finally yours.

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This is inspired by the time during winter break i got locked out of my dorm bc I lost my keys at work and a kind coworker drove me home and i was able to get into the building bc my student ID by not my dorm room. The RA n duty never answered my damn call. I was mad. lol. anyway i didn't let it get me down, i made due and slept on a couch and was greatful i had a warm place to sleep in the -30 temps but Fen actually gave me this idea for Stevenw hen I told them about it XD

thanks for everyone being patient on these, my anxiety ha been like. severe. i dont want to be dramatic but it's been bad bad bad all summer and im honestly struggling. I appriciate the patience and the understanding that i gotta do it when inspiration strikes and im feeling it.

@fandxmslxt69 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @whatthefishh @k-ra @eyelessfaces @ivystoryweaver @steven-grants-world @campingwiththecharmings @ahookedheroespureheart @littlenosoul @runa-falls @lokisv7ikrie @mikaelak

[cosmicblogs]

I was thinking of bimbo reader n Steven grant all day it’s really rushed but I had enough of shy gentle steven I want more rough mr grant 😋

Blue= Steven

Pink=bimbo

Steven roughly held on to her jaw, his eyes piercing into hers as he slammed his hips into her. "I've always wanted to fuck y/n". His staggering hips slapped against her "ever since I saw you in the little skirt- shit" she whimpered softly at him. “Practically flashing me, naughty girl", he grinned at her, his movements never faltering. "S-Steven y-you're being so mean b-being s-so different" she choked through her moans. Steven moved his pelvis harder against hers. "love I've always been like this and I know you like,I know you love it. You're soaking wet right now" she whimpered in response. Tears began to bubble up in her eyes. She looked up at him through her teary lashes. pouting up at him, letting out soft whimpers. "went all quiet because I'm right, speak to me darling you're about to cum Do you wanna cum for me?" She nodded wildly listening to him, letting out short breathy moans. Steven chuckles softly his eyes never leaving her teary face "go on cum for me love make a mess on my cock" his breathy words almost melted her brain her whimpers going silent as her mouth became agape and her eyes rolling back to her brain her thighs lightly trembling "such a good girl always listening to me being so good my smart little girl" she groans "Steven please t-to much p-" she cried out her hands grabbing his arms for stability "don't you wanna be good for me? Be a good girl and take it, okay?".

I feel like Steven would be drastically different in bed than he is in work like people always put him as shy but no one acts the same sexually than they do in work.

[fettuccin-e]

Congrats on your 3k followers! 🎉🎉🎉

I would like ro request ❝  well,  honestly i’ve never really had sex before and was kinda hoping you would teach me.  ❞ with my baby boy Steven 💞

AHHH THANK YOU BESTIE if theres anything i will love and always love, it is nervous, sweet, attentive Steven okay he is the love of my LIFE so thank you for requesting!!!

Tags: Steven Grant x Reader, afab!reader, very short and sweet but descriptions of oral (f and m recieving), piv, virgin!steven, steven being a sweet little cutiepie (w/c: 634)

Find the prompts for the 3K Celebration here!

He has no clue, no fucking clue, how intoxicating he is. How much you want him.

He’s always so nervous around you, unsure of what to do with himself as you reach to hold his hand, kiss his cheek. Hell, it took him weeks to finally kiss you goodnight at your front door, and you could feel the pounding of his heart as you licked gently into his mouth.

So really, you should have known. You should have known that he was nervous to ask you to have sex with him. Because Steven has so much trouble asking for things for himself, and he has absolutely no idea how gone you are for him.

He blurts it out, awkward as he is, when you’re both in the privacy of his flat, David Attenborough droning on from the television, absolutely ignored by you and your boyfriend as you straddle his hips and moan into his mouth.

He’s gotten more confident about kissing you, pulling you into him with his broad hands on your back. He barely breaks away to breathe, lost in the feel of you, the taste.

You shift your hips down into his, and smile against his mouth when you feel the thickness of his cock through his pants. He whimpers softly into your mouth.

“Love, I-” he breathes, his eyebrows furrowing and mouth dropping open against yours as you grind against him again, relishing in the feeling of his thick cock pulsing against your cunt through your clothes. “I would- I would love to, oh Christ, darling, but I-” he grinds his teeth together, moaning softly as you stop your movements over him.

“What, Steven?” you whisper. “We don’t have to-”

“No,” his hips jerk up into yours as he meets your eyes, apprehension mixed with pure, unadulterated lust swimming inside them, “fuck, darling, of course I want to.” He pecks you gently, once, twice. “I just- well, honestly I’ve never had sex before, and-” he clenches his eyes shut, his cheeks burning red. You lean your forehead against his, brushing your noses together. “I was kind of hoping you could teach me,” he breathes, and he opens his eyes to your soft smile.

“Steven,” you murmur, and you kiss him again, so deep that he moans softly into your mouth. “All you had to do was ask.”

He doesn’t waste any time, pulling you into him again in a kiss filthier than you thought him capable of. As you undress him, you murmur everything to him, how fucking gorgeous he is, everything you want to do to him, everything you want to teach him.

He’s ravenous for it, aching for anything you’ll give him. He whines beneath you when you put your mouth on his aching cock, sucking at him until his hips buck. He begs to taste you in return, pulling your clothes off like a man possessed. He listens, ever the student, when you tell him how to lick your pussy just right, and God, the way he sucks and licks and moans into your cunt is a revelation.

When you finally sink onto him, letting his cock break you apart in a way that has you struggling to breathe, he moans into your mouth like he’s dying, whispering your name like a prayer and praises about how “you’re so perfect, feels- feels so fucking good, darling, my God, how will I ever think about anything else?”

You grin, rocking your hips to work him deeper, deeper, and you gasp as he brushes up against that perfect little spot deep inside. He’s gorgeous, perfect, trembling underneath you as you teach him to fuck you.

“If you learn how to think about something else, let me know, Steven,” you murmur, kissing him as he stretches you apart. “Because I have trouble thinking about anything but you, too.”

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

Imagine sleepy cuddles with Steven Grant. Just him all warm, tucked up in bed first thing in the morning, reaching out to you with grabby hands in a silent plea for you to come back to bed. The cuteness would be too much!

Please this is literally such a cute idea!!! He would be so sleepy and the only thing on his mind would be staying in bed with you!!! Below the cut is a little blurb about it!! Feel free to send in more request yall!!

Sleepy Mornings

Steven Grant x gn reader

Summary: Just a little imagine about sleepy cuddles with Steven Grant

You could feel his curls tickling your face as you shifted, stretching as you were awoken for no particular reason at all. As if Steven could sense your movements in his sleep he moved impossibly closer. He had one of his hand perched on the soft flesh of your hip while the other was curled close to his chest. He was sleeping facing you as he always did, he loved the way you held him in his sleep, making him feel so safe and loved.

You yawned and shifted again trying to peel yourself out of the comfort of your shared bed to begin the day. This time it was enough to cause Steven to wake, his eyes fluttered open as he let out a yawn of his own. “Love?” He asked, voice thick and heavy from his sleepy state causing his accent bleed even more into his vocabulary. “Where ya going? Suns not even up?”

You smiled at the way he tried to stay awake for your answer, eyes slowly shutting all the way before they snapped back open as his body gave a little jolt. “I have to get ready for work.” You brushed back his mess of curls and placed a kiss on his forehead. “Go back to sleep.”

Steven reluctantly let you get up, letting you peel his hands off of you and pull the covers back over his body. He always managed to kick the sheets off of himself durning night leaving him freezing cold. Now it wasn’t as much of a problem because he had you to keep him warm but since you were leaving you picked the blanket up and laid it over him.

“Don’t go.” He yawned out, hand grabbing yours before you could leave. “Sorry.” He stuttered as he quickly drew his hand back. You leaned over and took his hand, gently running your thumb over the back of his hand. He smiled at the gesture, sleepy eyes pleading with you. “Just stay ya?”

You bit your lip as you debated with yourself, already knowing what your decision would be. “You’re gonna get me fired you know.” You joked as you sat back down on the bed. Steven stuck his hands out for your awaiting form, making grabby hands at you as you laid back down beside him. Impatient to have you laying with him again.

“Yea yea.” He mumble sleepily, a victorious smile on his face as you held him yet again.

“Yea yea?” You questioned with a laugh. “You want me to get fired Steven?”

He hummed in content as you fully relaxed next to him, his hand coming to trace the contours of your face. “If it means you get to spend all day cuddlin’ me, then I’m all for you losing your job darling.”

You laughed at his comment, letting out a content him of your own as he laid his head into the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss along your exposed collar bone. “You’re too much.”

“I think I’m just the right amount of much thank you.” He protested with an amused huff.

You let your eyes close and drift back into your comfortable sleep. The thoughts of your job long forgotten, you had other much more important morning priorities to attend to. Soon the only sound in the room was Steven’s snores, muffled from his face being pressed so close to you. What a lovely way to spend the early morning hours

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I want the moon knight system to cum in my mouth

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Reader edge Steven a lot and denial his orgasm. hehehe

Thanks for the request, anon! So sorry this took soong to get to!

Feels Better That Way

pairing: Steven Grant x gn! reader (brief mentions of Marc and Jake)

warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), edging, orgasm denial, p in "v" (no mentions of a vagina, just a hole lmao), unprotected sex, spit as lube, no pronouns used for reader

rating: M (18+)

summary: Steven has a hard day at work, so the reader finds a way to make him feel better

word count: ~1.2k

The front door slammed with more force than usual, causing you to jump from instinct. Of course, you immediately relaxed once you saw your beloved Steven sighing and throwing his jacket off. Your heart sank a little though, seeing his worn-out features: tired eyes, sagged shoulders, a solemn face. He looked as though he got hit by the same bus that he rode to and from work. You waited a second before confronting him.

"What happened, darling? Rough day at work?" You inquired, walking to him and offering a hug.

Steven flew into your arms, holding you close and breathing you in. Even just that relaxed him a bit. "Oh, don't even get me started, love. Donna was worse than normal, and then there was this majorly entitled lady who kept demanding discounts on everything, and Marc and Jake kept going on about some mission for Khonshu; it was just awful."

You squeezed him tighter, giving him the reassurance he needed from the day. "Let me take care of you, Steven. Please?"

"Are you sure, darling? You don't have to-"

"Yes, I'm so sure. Let me make you feel better, yeah?"

"Yeah, yes- alrighty then," He said breathily as you started kissing his neck gently.

You led him over to the bed, laying him down on his back.

"Do you trust me, Steven?" You inquired as you straddled him.

"Of course, love- with my life," He said, relaxing into this position.

"Just tell me if it gets too much, yeah? What's the safeword?"

"Pyramid."

"Good boy," you said, grinding your hips down into his. You leaned down to pepper him with kisses, gaining a smile from him.

You coaxed him up a bit in order to lift his shirt off, exposing his bare chest. You moved your kisses to his neck, making your way down to his collarbone. You left your marks, claiming him. Not that you had any need to; he would rather die before he left you.

He whined as you rubbed your hand over his chest, lightly brushing over his nipple. Steven and his sensitive nipples. You brought your mouth to one, testing the waters. You gave it a gentle kiss, causing Steven to let out a soft moan. His hand came to your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze of encouragement. You continued your assault on his nipples, licking them until he was turning to putty beneath you.

He praised you and your mouth as he jerked his hips up into yours, desperate for more friction. A wet spot had formed on his pants from precum, and a visible outline of his cock had formed. Poor boy.

You moved down until you had settled between his legs. Your hands ran down his thick thighs, enjoying his neediness. You took your sweet time unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants down before rubbing your hand over his prominent bulge in his undies.

You gave it a soft kiss before sliding his briefs down as well.

"Please, darling- I need you." Steven begged. His hand found its place in your hair, massaging your scalp in encouragement.

You took in the sight before you. Steven's eyebrows furrowed with his mouth slightly open and eyes begging for you; the sweat that had started to build on his chest and his happy trail leading to his leaking cock.

You took his thick cock in your hand, smearing the precum as you jerked him. The moans that left him were heavenly. He was the loudest of the three, and boy, did you love it. He whines and whimpers and calls your name as you bring him to the edge with your hand.

"Oh fuck, love, I'm so close," He breathed out. You gave him a few more strokes before stopping, causing a loud whine to emit from him.

"What? I- I was so close."

"You cum when I say, Steven."

He whined in protest, but he didn't say no. He loved it when you edged him. He knew how good it would feel when he was finally allowed to cum, but he was so close just then.

You started your movements again but slower. You brought him to your mouth and gave the most gentle kiss to his tip. His hand gripped tighter in your hair as you focused solely on his tip with your mouth. You circled and sucked and licked, making sure to make it nice and sloppy. You brought him right to the edge again before letting go once more. He protested by bucking his hips up, chasing your mouth.

His chest heaved as he tried to come down from his near orgasm. You traced circles on his thigh and left soft kisses on his tummy to help.

"Okay, you can start again, darling," He said.

You took no hesitation as you worked to take his entirety in your mouth. You breathed through your nose and your throat contracted around his cock.

"Oh- fuck- darling, that's so good. You're so good to me- please don't stop," He praised. You moved your mouth up and down, using your spit as lube as you sucked him until he was all but screaming. He tried so hard not to buck his hips into you, but the more you went, the harder it was. His breathing was ragged, and his praises trailed off into incoherent mumblings. His cock began twitching in your mouth before you pulled off with a pop. He swore he could cry.

"You're doing so good baby, so good for me," you said as you climbed up on his lap. "You wanna be inside me?"

He nodded before you even finished your sentence. "Please, Y/N, I need to feel you. I need you please," He said.

You kissed him with great feverishness as you let him slip inside you, your spit acting as lube. You clenched hard around him, causing him to buck his hips. You moaned in tandem as you ground your hips down into his. His hands moved to your hips, squeezing as though he was trying to mold you. Even with his hand on your waist, he let you set the pace. You started slow, just to tease him a little bit longer before you picked up the pace. He began meeting your thrusts as he got closer and closer to his release. The begging and praising started up once more. You felt yourself building up as well, but you knew if you didn't say anything, he would reach his before you reached your.

"Hold it, Steven. Don't cum until I say," You warned.

He nodded his head as he gripped your ass, pulling you as close as humanly possible. You were getting closer, just a little bit more and-

"Steven, cum with me. Cum inside me Steven. Please, baby, need it-please," you begged as you hit your climax. You seized as Steven continued thrusting, spilling his release deep inside you.

You rolled off, and you both whined and the loss of contact. Your chest heaved as you came down from your high, slowly floating back down.

"How do you feel, Steven?"

"Much better, love. But I am hungry now. What do you want for dinner?"

"Is take-out okay?

"That's perfect, love," Steven said, kissing you and pulling you into his arms, nuzzling your neck. You gave a hum of contentment. Take-out could wait a few minutes.

[phantomspiderr]

Cupcake

Pairing: Steven Grant x reader, slightest mentions of established Marc Spector x reader & Jake Lockley x reader

Word count: 777

Summary: waking up on your birthday to your favourite person

Warnings: just some good ol' Steven fluff, mentions of eating and food

a/n: feeling like a bit of a flop but it was my birthday the other day and this just sorta happened so I hope you enjoy it. Please be kind, sending you all love and a hug in case anyone needs it🖤

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It was warm when you’d started to stir from a blissful, long sleep. Wrapped up in blankets to fight off the growing autumn chill, only little peaks of the low sunlight poking through the curtains. However, it’s the body pressed against your back that supplies the most warmth. A strong arm securely wrapped around your middle and delicate kisses placed on one side of your face. You start to quietly rumble, the soft affection a perfect way to wake.

'Good morning my love,' a kiss to the cheek and you twist a little to face him, eyes still shut as the last remnants of sleep cling to you. This time a gentle peck to the corner of your lips that makes a smile spread across your face, 'happy birthday.'

The soft fabric of Steven’s sleeve brushes against your face as his slightly covered hand holds onto your cheek, thumb slowly brushing along your cheekbone. You reach up to press a chaste kiss to his lips before your head falls back against the plush pillows, ‘thank you.’

You’re both locked into a moment of pure love and adoration, studying each other like it was the first time. Hands moving with gentle strokes against each other’s skin, smiles never leaving your faces.

'Stay right here,' Steven breaks your quiet little moment, another kiss pressed to your lips, 'don’t move okay?'

'What’re you up to Mr. Grant?' You give him a quizzical look as he tries to part from your hold.

'I have plans. None of your business. Stay there.' He punctuates every sentence with a kiss before he reluctantly moves out the bed. Leaving you to stretch out your aching limbs alone in your little warm bubble. He hasn’t returned to his spot after a few minutes but you can hear him moving around so you prop yourself up on your elbows. You can see him shuffling around between the slots in the bookshelf that divides the room. You can hear the quiet song he’s humming in the silent apartment, and you relish these moments that are just for you and him. No outside interference, any problems are forgotten and it’s just pure blissful happiness.

'Right, close your eyes!' He calls out from the little kitchen so you sit up properly and do as you’re instructed and you can hear him get closer. 'Okay, open.'

When your eyes open you’re met with a smiling Steven, a cupcake held out in his hands with one lit candle. You can’t help the way tears start to well in your eyes, no one has ever cared for you the way he does and it can be overwhelming sometimes, 'Steven…'

'Oh no, please don’t cry love, it was supposed to be a nice thing!' His immediate concern makes a breathy laugh fall from your lips.

'No, no honey, it’s not that. I just- I just love you so much.' His face softens and a smile grows. You wipe at the corners of your eyes, getting rid of the wetness that had pooled there.

'Come on then, blow out your candle and make a wish.' Steven sits on the bed, an arm wrapping around your shoulders and the other hand still holding the cupcake out. You smile at him before closing your eyes tight for a moment thinking of what to wish for when you have everything you want right next to you. Then your eyes open and quickly blow out the candle before smiling up at Steven again, 'what’d you wish for?'

'I can’t tell you that,' you take the cupcake from his hand, removing the candle and placing it on the bedside table, 'won’t come true then.' You take a bite of the cupcake, immediately humming at the taste.

'Marc and Jake helped me make them,' Steven kisses your temple but his words make your eyes go wide- there’s more??-, 'yes there’s more in the kitchen.' He laughs and rubs the top of your arm, cuddling in closer. You raise the cupcake toward him and allow him to take a bite so he can see how good his unknown baking skills are.

'Good?' You giggle as Steven lets out what can only be described as a quiet moan.

'Look I’m not one to toot my own horn but-' you burst into a fit of giggles that are closely followed by Steven’s own laugh. And what a perfect way to start off your birthday, full of love and laughs with your favourite person. You almost don’t want to leave the moment but the promise of more surprises has you giggling as you follow Steven to the shower to get ready for the day.

[lunathebee]

☽ 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 ☽

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!fashion designer!reader | social media au (twitter+insta)

Summary: Fans are confused about whether the man in the suit is Y/n's bodyguard or her lover.

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Jake: I told Steven his ears flush when they lie.

Marc: Why?

Person A: Shh, watch! Hey Steven! Do you love us?

Steven, covering his ears: NO!

Marc: that is adorable.

Jake: I know!

the fact that is Jake who thinked abt that is so cute