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Hey congratulations🤩🤩, Steven Grant with 24&9

.⋆｡Dear Professor｡⋆.

Steven Grant x plus size reader

When Steven finally gets a job as a tour guide for the British Museum, you decide you need to celebrate him.

Warnings: established relationship, smut, unprotected sex, chair sex, little bit of role-play, oral (m receiving), praise

WC: 589

Minors DNI

3000 Follower Celebration

Knock knock.

Steven looked up from his new work schedule to see you leaning against the pillar, fist resting against the dark wood, in front of his desk. Confused, he pushed his reading back up his large nose and suddenly the breath was knocked from his lungs. 

You were wearing an absolutely tiny pleated skirt that did little more than cover the very top of your plump thighs and a white button-up with one of his ties. Steven swallowed thickly. “Wha-what are you doing love?”

You smirked and pulled at the tie around your neck. “Oh professor, I'm willing to do anything for some extra credit.” You cooed, your voice dropping to a sultry tone that made your partner freeze with arousal. 

Your wide hips swung sensually as you walked around to the other side of his cluttered desk to stand between his legs. “I know I’ve missed a few assignments but I’m willing to put in some real work to make it up to you.” Steven was barely even breathing as you kneeled before him, your hands slipping up his khaki pants to rest just centimetres from his growing cock.

“I-I.” Was all he could manage to get out before he began to whine. You winked at him and rocked up onto your knees. You placed a gentle kiss to his bulge and then took his fly between your teeth, slowly pulling it down. 

His cock springs free, slapping against his still clothed belly, leaving a small wet spot on the dark fabric. You nosed at his hot length, licking at the few veins that snaked up to his now purple tip. “Mmm professor.” You hummed. Steve bucked in your hold, desperately trying to get some much needed friction.

“P-please love, please.” He begged, fingers curling into a tight fist. He fought the urge to push your sweet mouth down onto his cock even if you were teasing him so cruelly. You smirked wickedly before finally putting him out of his misery.

Your lips closed around his tip, the delectably salty taste of his pre-cum exploding on your tongue. Steven let out a beautiful moan, his voice rising in pitch as his head fell back between his shoulders. Slowly, you swallowed down even more of him until your nose was pressed against the thick thatch of hair at the base of his pelvis.

“Holy- I- Oh by the gods.” His eyes cracked open and then immediately slammed shut. You were too beautiful, too sexy on your knees before him. The sight alone was enough to rocket him to his end and he really wanted to make this last. “That’s it, keep going. Such a good girl.” You moaned, your plump thighs pressed together to bring relief to your own aching sex. 

Unable to take it anymore, you pulled off his cock and immediately straddled his strong thighs, not even giving his length time to get cold before he was notched at your entrance and you were sinking down onto him.

“Jesus, loosen up, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He groaned through gritted teeth, his hands coming up to grip at your plush hips beneath the skirt.  You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you began to bounce atop him.

You pressed your lips right behind his ear. “I’m so proud of you baby, you deserve this promotion, you deserve to do what you love.” His cock twitched wildly within you, the praise going right to his head- both of them. “Now let me spoil you my love.”

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for a few kisses (steven x reader, smut)

Summary : It’s the first time you get to spend some time alone with Steven since the two of you started dating, and one thing lead to another.

Pairing : Steven Grant x (unexperienced) female reader.

Words : 1,062.

TW : Smut. Blowjob, swearing. And a lot of fluff.

Note : I’m trying to cope with Moon Knight episode 5, don’t mind me.

You had been on your tippy toes to reach his face, though Steven wasn’t even the tallest guy you knew. But there you were, with your arms around his neck, and your lips against his. Kissing him like you had wanted to for a little too long.

Steven was a busy guy, sometimes. He’d have to work late, or take you on dates around London. But it was the first time he took you to his apartment. And god, you loved it. It was so... him. The tons of piles of books, the scent of hot tea, the messy bed. The messy bed. From the moment you had seen it, you knew this was where you wanted to spend the rest of the night with him. Curled up and tangled up in between the sheets, discovering his body all night long.

He kept on giggling in between kisses, and you loved it. You knew none of you were expert in this field — he had mentioned he hadn’t been intimate with a woman for a long time, and everything was pretty new for you, too. Yet, everything was so natural. Your hands cupped his face while you kissed his mouth some more, as his hands travelled down your waist to pick you up.

Before you knew it, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, and you were sitting on his lap. Some more messy kisses and giggles, and you heard him whisper “god, you’re pretty“ when your mouth left his to catch your breath. The thing was, you knew the two of you were in love. None of you had the guts to say it yet, but you could hear it in each of his whispers, and see it in his eyes when he was staring at you. And damn, you loved him back just as much.

Breaking away from the kiss, you lifted his sweater over his head and tossed it on the floor of the bedroom, before kissing him some more — a little harder, this time. Your hands reached for his chest, touching his naked skin for the first time. He shivered as you did, and your smile grew bigger. He must have been enjoying it as much as you were. You didn’t mention it, but you had never felt quite this aroused before. But, right now, you just needed to see him being as happy as he could be. 

Your mouth found his neck, attaching your lips to his skin for wet kisses as you heard him whimper. And, slowly, you kissed down his body. Soon enough, you left his lap and kneeled on the floor, right there, in between his legs. Your hands grabbed his thighs as your lips placed kisses on his stomach, making him arch back. Pleasure, or you hoped so. He had been reserved enough to not let you know if he was actually enjoying it.

It was only when you unbuttoned his pants and slide it down his legs that you realized how hard he already was. You looked up at his reddened face — you weren’t sure if he was blushing or extremely horny. Maybe both, you thought. “Everything’s okay?“ You asked, only trying to make sure he was comfortable with everything you were doing. He nodded, whispering a quick “yeah“ before you continue. His boxers followed his pants quickly, and there he was, naked on the bed and hard as a rock.

“Fuck, Steven,“ you groaned, your cheeks turning red as you realized you swore probably for the first time since the two of you met. He let out of chuckle, his hand reaching for your face to caress your check with his thumb. He was gentle, even in this moment. So, finally, your hand grabbed his cock and you started to jerk him as your lips found its tip.

You actually had never done that before. But it was Steven, and it felt alright, because you knew how much respect he had for you. Hearing him moan softly, you worked twice as hard, trying to focus on the sounds he was making to know exactly what he liked. You put it in your mouth, bobbed your head a couple of times, lick it again with such passion and love. 

It didn’t last long, but it was okay. After a few minutes, his moans turned more guttural and his hands were holding the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. “Oh gosh“, he kept murmuring, probably thinking you wouldn’t hear, “that’s so good“. It only made you go harder and faster, wanting to see how far you were able to take him. It was only when you heard him groan louder and felt his hot seed in your mouth that you knew you could actually make him come for you.

“Oh god, shit. I’m so sorry.“

You reached for anything to spit in and wiped your mouth, before giggling. “It’s all good“, you reassured him. He looked like he had done the worst thing one could imagine. “I’m so glad you liked it.“

You came back to sit on his lap, and he kissed you again. His kisses felt like thank you’s and your touch against his skin was more gentle than before. When his hands reached under your dress, you stopped him. “Steven, I think that’s enough for tonight, if that’s okay with you.“ He looked taken aback, blinking as he was trying to understand what went wrong. “You don’t want me to...“ — “No, I’m good. I loved pleasuring you, really. That’s enough for me, right now. I’d much rather cuddle for the rest of the night.“

You were probably just as surprised as he was. You wanted him, and the wet spot on your underwear could attest it. But hearing him moan, seeing him being pleasured and making him climax was such a beautiful moment, that all you wanted to do now was resting your head against his chest. And so you did, quietly, as Steven rubbed your back with his thumb.

“I’m so stupid“, he whispered, a huge smile on his face attesting that he was joking. “I was so focused on how good it felt that I didn’t even take time to look at you. I’m sure you looked beautiful.“

You blushed, his eyes connecting with yours. “Well, I guess we’ll have to do it again, right?“

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Celebrating Valentines with the moon boys

A.N: HELLO PEEPS I HAVE BEEN RESURRECTED what better way to celebrate my return than by a small hc about my baby moonboys and how theyd reach to celebrating valentines?!

enjoy this as i write it at 2 am, well past valentine but who cares eheheehhe

(English isnt my first language. Please pardon any grammatical/spelling mistakes. Gifs not mine)

[ pls ignore all spelling mistakes and capitalization issues i'll fix it later i promise 😭😭😭 ]

Steven

while he may very well be the definition of a nervous wreck, he'd definitely be the type of person to remember your favourite flowers and chocolates and buy the largest possible set of both. top it off with a personal letter in which he confesses just how good you make him feel. steven would be the person to make you feel loved for yourself, never having to put on a facade for him, because he loves you more than you could ever love yourself. he's shocked when you cry at the words and you guys end up cuddling the rest of the night, with one arm around you and the other gently stroking your hair, whispering 'i love you' until you fall asleep.

once he's sure youre asleep, he'd snuggle into you, holing you tightly and recount every moment he's been grateful to have you for

Marc

as we all know marc is a true baby at heart. he'd be the kind of person to not make valentines a big deal but the moment he sees you pouting he'd turn the world upside down. not even khonshu would be able to calm him down. once you tell him that in fact you do want him to pamper you on valentines, hed go to pull all the stops. make it the best valentines youve ever had.. first up is a lovely breakfast in bed, with pancakes and strawberries and chocolate syrup overloaded. then he'd take you out for a picnic in the flower fields where you make a bouquet for him and he almost starts crying at the gesture (because why in the world would someone with a right mind ever do something so sweet for a mercenary?). the next stop was a romantic movie date that was being re-played in the theaters, followed by stargazing at night.

you were full of love and adoration for your man and the efforts he took to keep a smile on your face.

"all the stars in the sky couldnt compare to the love i hold for you, marc"

hed start crying, because he's new to being loved. its a foreign feeling but one he cherishes the most. he'd thank all the gods above for bringing you into his life

Jake

we all know he's a little shit. the more you'd hint him to treat you on valentines, the more dumb he'd act. ("valentines??? whats that???") to a point where youd start pouting and sticking your tongue out at him. cut to valentines and you thought he'd surprise you and all of the acting dumb was just to irk you. but when he actually has nothing planned it pisses you off. youd be sulky and bratty and purposefully get on his nerves too (*cough* no bra in the house *cough*)

turns out there was a surprise for you. one of the most hottest and filthiest nights you couldve ever imagined. rest assured there was no way youd be able to go out in public because a) your legs wouldnt move and b) with the amount of hickeys you had someone would thing youre being abused 😭😭

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Steven Grant X Reader - Innocent

Summary: You get puzzled when your innocent boyfriend says a bad word.

Word count: 1,403k (not sure)

Tags: virgin Steven, oral sex (fem received) mentions of Jake. Reader knows about Marc and Jake.

A/n: It took me two days to finish this and I feel like I blew it. Posting anyway because tumblr needs more Steven Grant smut. Sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language and I wrote this with the help of the translator.

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You choked on the water when you heard what Steven just said.

You came out of the kitchen stopping in front of him, who was bent over and with his head down while playing with his fingers, as if he was ashamed of what he just said.

" What did you say? " You crossed your arms facing him.

" Don’t make me say that again, love, please." He raised his head staring at you for a few seconds, soon averting his gaze again. " Forget...forget what I said, it was bullshit. "

Maybe he was right, you should hear him. But rather it was Steven, your innocent, kind, loving boyfriend, and that in two months of dating never said a word as dirty as the one he just said. Your curiosity took over, who would have taught him a word like that? Certainly a very vulgar friend he probably met at work.

" No, who teach you that Steven? You got down getting at the level of his eyes, holding his face making him look into your eyes for the first time in the night.

" Please, I don’t want to talk about it ." You wouldn’t give up so easily.

You caressed the side of his face doing him close his eyes, enjoying the feeling. "It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me who taught you such a dirty word." He opened his eyes staring at you with a little smile. " But I want you to say it again. Can you do it for me love? "

Steven nodded and took a deep breath as if taking the courage to repeat the words, he opened his mouth then finaly speaks

" I...I asked if I can.... hum.. please, lick your cunt, love "

Your mind took a while to assimilate what he said, but your body reacted quickly, your cunt clench around nothing on hear him say those damn words again. You chuckled when you stood up, your heart racing when you realized it was finally happening, Steven was ready to have sex with you.

He followed you like a puppy when you made way to your bedroom, him stop at the entrance not knowing what to do while he tried to hide his erection. Your nimble fingers were quick to unbutton and open the ziper of your jeans, you were half naked, only with a white lace panties

"You didn’t have to ask" You laid on the bed, spreading your legs.

The sight of you like that made Steven lick his lips, he pulled his own shirt off now as he knelt in front of you shyly, his trembling and calloused hands caressed the inner part of your thigh, making your body goosebumps. You were gaping when he pushed his face against your covered cunt, the pleasure ran through your body when the tip of his nose touched your clit.

" You smell good dove, I can’t wait to know what your taste is" he muttered kissing, licking and gently biting the inner part of your thick thighs. Steven ran his fingers over your panties, the thin cloth becoming more and more wet, your body reacted quickly to his soft touch.

" You don’t even know what you’re doing, don’t you, Steven?" You smiled teasing when he just swallowed dry. "I can teach you if you want love".

" No, I know what to do to make you cum " His fingers rubbed your covered clit in circles, sending pleasure to all over your body.

The truth is that Steven had no idea what he was doing, had never touched a woman before. Even researched how, he still felt insecure, until last night when he saw in the headspace how Jake made women feel. He wanted to try it with you, just like your alter did last night with some random woman. Steven wanted to make you scream his name, cum as hard as all the times he imagined it happening.

You threw your head back to feel the cold air over your clit when he pulled your wet panties to the side, you choked on the moan when him licked one single strap with his tongue, your back arched as he did it over and over, his tongue runs up your wet folds.

" Fuck Steven.. Do it again, please " Him looked up you, doe-eyed, the confidence growing up on him, a cocky smile come up on his lips.

" I thought I didn’t know what I was doing love, Is that how you like it? " You nodded desperately, moaning when he sucked your clit.

Holding both of your legs, Steven started to devour your cunt, you started moving slow your hips back and forth, wanting more. Him let a loud groan when your pulled his hair wanted more of his mouth on you. Your stomach fluttering when his finger part your opened inner lips, making you roll your eye back when his tongue fucked your hole slowly.

" More Steven, I want your fingers inside me" You moan.

Hearing your desperate ask was enough for him to put two fingers inside your cunt and his mouth sucking your clit again, your hand made way to your breast, squeezing and the rolling your nipples on the fine cloth of your shirt, arching your back you let a loudest moan when his fingers went deep on you.

"You taste so good" He pulled his finger out. "Put your tongue out love ". You did as he said, whimpering when him put his finger into your mouth. Him bitting his lips and moaned when you closed your eyes sucking his thick fingers.

" Fuck, I’ll make you cum so hard and when that happens I want to hear moan loudly at how good I eat you out" You nodded quickly wanting to feel your mouth and fingers inside you again. Steven kissed your clit, opening your inner lips again and then spitting in your hole that clench.

" You're so tight love, sometimes I wonder if you’ll to take my cock like a good girl that you are" nodding you bite your lower lips, It was too much to see your innocent Steven so confident like that. The way he was speaking his accent stronger than it usually was, while he was on his knees, his breathhing getting havier, his forehead covered in sweat, his eyes don't leave your face, it was enough to make you cum, it would seem so inrreal, so erotic your innocent boyfriend eating you out that way.

Your stomach churn as his tongue darted out and licked right up your folds, your thighs closed around him when his finger starting moving fast as him latched his mouth around your clit sucked hard, your orgasm building, heat spreading across your whole body, your eyes full os tears when he crooking his finger inside of you, hitting the g-spot that made your vision darken as you moaned his name, your wall star to clench around his finger.

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You was trying to catch a breath, you opened your eyes when you hear a giggle from Steven that hung over you, your eyes widened as you realized what happened to seeing his torso and face wet.

"I’m sorry, it never happened before" You covered your face with your palms trying to avoid his gaze, Steven held your hands making you stare at him. "All right, I’m more than happy to know it was I the one who made you squirt"

You held the sides of his face, pulling his lower lips with your own kissing him, you run your nails over his back, him bitting your lips when you scratched him there, the soft moan come out of his mouth and his hips involuntary slowly grindind when your hand was up to his crotch.

"Maybe another time, seeing you like this was a little too much for me" he muttered holding your hand and burying his face in your neck embarrassed by cum in his own pants. You chuckle, he ended up making you squirt and now he was embarrassed by something silly like that.

" Tell me, who taught you such a bad word like that " You played with the wet curls of his head.

"Jake" He whispered onto your ear.

" Was Jake who taught you these bad words? You grabbing his face to facing him"

"No, I saw him in the headspece last night having sex and I wanted to try you"

" You’re a pervert Steven Grant, you know that? " You joked pulling him for a warm kiss full of tongue.

"Just for you love" he smiled hugging you and press another kiss to your lips.

[of-house-atreides]

He Said, She Said | Part 3

Summary: Steven meets Marc and all three of you have to learn to co-exist

Pairing: Steven x reader (x Marc)

Words: 3715

A/N: Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

This doesn't really follow the plot of the series, don't read this with the episodes in mind.

I know I said I'd only write three parts BUT I might write more? Only if inspiration hits again.

Please do let me know if you liked it!

Warnings: smut, first time, loss of virginity, mentions of blood 18+ minors DNI

Masterlist

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Day 1

Sitting cross-legged on Steven’s bed, you watched him as he paced back and forth before you. The more you talked, the more panicked he became. His confusion turned into horror as you mentioned Marc and the entire conversation you had with him. Of course you didn’t mention the blood or even less the murder, but the whole “the American man living in your head is actually real” thing was scary enough to send him into a frenzy. You had hoped Marc would have been present, but you wondered if hearing his voice would only make things worse for Steven.

“No, no, no, no…”

He ran a hand over his face as he shook his head, his mind was crowded with questions, but the biggest one remained the same: was he insane?

“You’re not crazy, Steven.”

Steven shouted, startling you, making you jump.

“Calm down. We can talk.”

“Wha- who…”

“Steven,” you called softly as he started talking to himself. He spun towards you and you could see the fear on his face, his eyes asking for help.

You quickly got off the bed and made your way to him, taking his hand in yours as you placed the other on his cheek.

“Listen to her. We can talk.”

“What is it?”

“It’s… Marc?” he frowned, unsure of what was happening. “He wants to talk.”

“Good, that’s good,” you said with a sigh of relief. “He can explain everything.”

You moved your thumb over his cheek as he closed his eyes and nodded, trying to convince himself that you were right, that the voice in his head was right, that everything was okay, and normal, and not crazy. That he was not crazy. He leaned into your touch, leaned into you, as he rested his forehead against yours. You felt his shaky breath on your skin and took his face between your hands, stroking his cheeks with your thumb.

“Are you… are you staying?” he asked in a murmur.

“Of course, I’m not going anywhere.”

“No, I mean… don’t… don’t leave. Don’t leave me,” he said, falling to his knees. You followed him on his way down, your knees connecting with his on the hardwood floor. “I don’t… I’m sorry…”

“Oh, Steven. What are you sorry about?” you said as you slid your hands in his curls, pressing your lips against the corner of his mouth. “We’re going to do this together, okay?”

“Yeah?”

You gave him a reassuring smile. “Yeah.”

You brushed your nose against his before kissing his lips. You could feel his anxiety and insecurity as his hands held your waist both hesitantly but also possessively, as if he was afraid to let you go. You deepened the kiss, pulling him to you as your tongue met his. You felt his timidity as he kissed you back, but you also felt his fear disappear. His fear of Marc, his fear of losing you.

You moaned as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, taking you by surprise. He moved his hands on your hips, bringing you to his chest, as he devoured your lips with a confidence that was unusual for him. He glid his hands down behind your thighs and you gasped as he lifted you off the floor. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you to the bed. Your back met with the mattress, but as you tried to sit up, he pressed his hand against your clavicle, pinning you to the bed, and started nibbling at your neck.

“Steven?” you called in confusion as you tried to push yourself away from him so you could see his face.

He responded to the sound of his name, moving back, but just slightly enough that you could still feel his breath on your skin. He smirked down at you as he raised an eyebrow. Your eyes met his. You grimaced.

“Marc!” you huffed as you punched his shoulder, making him chuckle. “Where’s Steven?”

“He’s here. He’s mad.”

“I’m mad!” you said as you pushed him away and sat up, he sat by your side with an annoying smile.

“He got scared, gave me an opening.”

“I don’t care, I want Steven back!”

“He’s here, he can hear everything you’re saying.”

“Give me my body back! Don’t touch her!”

Marc rolled his eyes. “He’s not happy I kissed you.”

“I’m not happy! Give me Steven back!”

He chuckled. “It’ll be easier to explain everything to him that way.”

“Then come back later! I… I want to tell him something.”

“You can tell him. He’s listening.”

“No. I… I want to tell him something.”

“What?”

“Give Steven back to me,” you ordered and he stared at you with a frown.

“Fine,” he gave up. “Just so you know, I’ll hear everything you’ll tell him.”

“I don’t care. I have to get used to that.”

He shrugged before he moved his eyes to the side, his pupils seeing nothing as he switched in front of you from a smug arrogant confident bastard to your sweetheart boyfriend.

“Oh I didn’t like that,” Steven breathed out. “I didn’t care for that at all.”

He shook his head, trying to settle back into his reality. You took his face between your hands and made him look at you. It took a few seconds for you to find his eyes, but when you did, you found him. It was him. You would recognize his eyes anywhere. You knew Marc had gone. You started planting kisses on his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, to make him feel safe, to make him feel home, in his own body.

“Wha- what was it you wanted to tell me?”

“Are you okay?”

“Not – not really…”

“It’s going to be okay. We’ll do this together.”

“Together… with Marc…”

“Well, yes. You’re… and he’s… you’re a package deal, it seems,” you tried to lighten the mood with a joke.

“I’m sorry, I know that’s not what you signed up for…”

“What did I sign up for?”

“Not… that.”

“Steven,” you said and your eyes met his as he put his hands overs yours as you stroked his cheeks with your thumbs. “I love you.”

You watched as his eyes grew big, first with confusion, then in disbelief, and finally with realization.

“I love you, and I’m not going anywhere. We’re going to do this together. All three of us.”

Steven smiled as tears appeared in his tired eyes.

“You love me?” he asked with a trembling voice as a tear fell down his cheek. As if you couldn’t possibly. As if he wasn’t worthy.

“Yes,” you said as you wiped the tear away.

“I love you too.”

You grinned as you leaned towards him, resting your forehead against his.

“We can do this,” you assured him and he nodded.

“All three of us.”

Day 7

It doesn’t stop being weird. But you can’t say you don’t like it. You just wished Steven would stop being so afraid of Marc. So afraid of himself. And you wished Marc would stop being such a smartass.

You were talking about his work as you were doing the dishes, forming a plan to help Steven finally become a tour guide at the museum as he cleaned the kitchen counter behind you, when he fell silent suddenly. At first, you just thought he was trying to find the holes in the plan, as he had been very pessimistic in the past few days, and couldn’t stop shutting down all your ideas, and even his own. But as you waited for his defeatist words, two hands found your waist, and his lips found your neck. You rolled your eyes.

“Marc.”

You felt him smile against your skin.

“Aren’t you tired of having Steven yell at you?”

“It’s worth it,” he said before he pressed a kiss on your cheek.

You shoved him away as you turned towards him.

“Is he around?”

He looked behind you, at his reflection in the kitchen tiles, then smirked.

“Yeah, he’s here.”

“Why are you here?”

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” he raised an eyebrow playfully before he took a dishcloth and started drying the dishes.

“I was talking to Steven. Why is it you always show up at the worst time?”

“This is the worst time?” he chuckled. “And it’s not exactly something I can control, you know.”

“Really?” you asked, suspicious, as you dried your hand on a cloth and leaned back against the kitchen counter, crossed your arms against your chest and watched him finish the dishes. “Cause you seem to control it just fine.”

“Just because I control it better than Steven doesn’t mean I’m in complete control.”

“It’s exactly what it looks like.”

“You’re right,” he turned to give you a smile you found incredibly annoying, “I was just dying to do the dishes.”

You scoffed.

“So… if Steven is here…”

“Yeah?”

“It means you’re not… busy tonight?”

He froze.

“What does she mean by that?”

“I don’t have any plans for tonight.”

“So I won’t see Steven until at least tomorrow morning then?” you sighed.

“Why? Did you have plans?”

“Yes, Marc. I was planning on spending the night with my boyfriend.”

“You heard her. Piss off.”

“You’ll just have to spend the night with me instead,” he said as he stepped towards you. “Would that be so bad?”

You frowned as he leaned over and brushed his nose against your cheek, and his hands found your waist once more.

“Don’t touch her! She’s mine!”

You heard Marc chuckle.

“What’s so funny?”

“Steven is claiming you.”

“Why are you even here? Why can’t you just leave us alone when we’re together?”

“You’re always together,” he reminded you. “And don’t worry. I won’t be here forever.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just have something to finish. Then I’ll leave Steven alone, I promise.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said as he tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “I promise it’ll be okay.”

“But… you know, I didn’t mean to…”

“I know,” he smiled.

“You have a right to be here, of course, I just…”

“Don’t worry about it,” he cut you off, and stroked your cheek with his thumb, “I’ll go. Not sure what brought me here in the first place…”

You stared back into his eyes and thought he looked more tired than usual. You put your hand over his.

“Wait…”

“It’s okay. I’ll come back another time.”

You were about to protest but you could see he was already gone. You squeezed his hand as you readied yourself to welcome Steven back. You could always see the confusion on his face as he took control back of the body. He seemed in pain.

“Baby…” you whispered as he was still struggling to grasp his reality. “You’re okay.”

He leaned over and buried his face in your neck and you started stroking his hair.

“I don’t like it,” he whispered. “I don’t like it.”

“I know, love. It’s okay.”

“I don’t like it when he touches you.”

You placed a kiss on his temple before you took his face in your hands and made him look at you.

“Don’t worry about that. It’ll always be you, okay?”

“And him…”

You sighed.

“Come.”

You slid your hand in his and stepped out of the kitchen. He gave you a confused look as you led him to his bed, where you made him sit down on the edge of the mattress. He looked up at you as you moved to straddle his lap. Your fingers found his curls as you softly pushed his head back. He let you touch him. You knew he’d let you do anything. He looked at you like you were everything, like there was nothing else around him, like he was just floating in darkness, and you were there, a lighthouse drawing him away from it.

“Is he here?”

“Who? Marc? I don’t think so, can’t hear him.”

“Good.”

Your lips crashed against his, taking him by surprise, as always. It always took him a moment to find the courage to kiss you back, to put his hands on you, to touch you, like he was afraid he’d do it wrong and run you away.

“Steven,” you whispered as you took his hands and settled them on your waist. “We’ve been wanting to do this for a while now.”

“Ye-yeah.”

You leaned back and reached for the nightstand. You struggled to open the drawer but managed to take out the condom that had been resting there ever since that first night.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I was sure a month ago.”

“I just…”

“What?”

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” he chuckled with embarrassment.

“Oh, Steven,” you breathed before you kissed his lips, cupping his cheek with your hand. “With you, it’ll be perfect.”

Your words seemed to embolden him as, after a moment of looking at you in bewilderment, his hands found your hair and he pulled your face to his, capturing your mouth with his. His hands moved sloppily in your hair, on your face, down to your hips, but it didn’t matter, you only felt him, and his touch burned you, but you never wanted him to let you go.

It happened naturally, you didn’t even feel nervous, you were convinced you’d feel nervous. But you moved together, like a dance, and although Steven would not make the best dancer, he didn’t step on your toes. He moved back on the mattress, laid down on the side, carrying you with him, he didn’t want to be on top of you, it didn’t feel right, and although you would have loved to have him there, this felt right too. You kissed him, and he kissed you, and he looked back into your eyes as you searched for him, finding the same love in them as he found in yours. You removed your shirt as he did, removed your pants as he did. And suddenly there you were, lying in his bed, in his arms, just you, as you were, with no clothes between you, nothing in the way. You both laughed, your excitement mixing with a bit of embarrassment, and maybe, perhaps, just a little bit of nervousness, as he tried to open the condom and put it to use. You helped him, finding your confidence as you touched him, perhaps giving him the same confidence as he touched you.

“Let me,” he murmured to you as his fingers, which might have been trembling slightly, found your middle. “Please?”

“Yes, Steven,” you smiled.

“Tell me if… I’m doing it wrong.”

“I wouldn’t know,” you chuckled.

“Well, tell me if I’m hurting you.”

“You’re doing it wrong.”

“Ha!” Steven shouted, startling you.

“Wh-what?”

“Marc is here,” he whined.

The information seemed to strike you as you felt your cheeks redden.

“Let me do it.”

“Steven, I… please don’t go,” you begged, clinging to him, although you knew he couldn’t control it. “Steven, don’t go.”

“I’m here, I’m not going. I’m not going without a fight.”

“Relax. I’m not taking your place. Just do as I say.”

His fingers started moving on you, but you knew it wasn’t Steven, because those fingers knew exactly what they were doing. You gasped, then moaned as you bit your lip.

“See? She likes it.”

Steven wished Marc would just shut up and go but he had to admit, although he would never, that he could use his help.

“Kiss her.”

“Steven…”

He kissed his name off your lips, pushing you onto your back. And although you could tell it was him kissing you, you knew Marc was telling him how and where, because Steven had never nibbled at your neck like he was now. Steven had never allowed his lips to wander down your chest, never dared bring his hand anywhere near your breasts.

“Is that… is that okay?”

“Yes, Steven,” you breathed out.

He closed his mouth on your nipple, making you moan, his thumb was still rubbing against your clit, bringing you a pleasure that made you eager for more. You fisted your hand in his curls as desire started to burn in your belly.

“Steven…”

“She wants more.”

He came back up to capture you lips once more as he slowly slid a finger inside you. You groaned as you brought your hands onto his face, pulling him to you as if he wasn’t close enough, as if he could kiss you any deeper. You cried out as Steven, or Marc, you didn’t know, you weren’t sure anymore, as they added a second finger and you unintentionally moved against his hand, asking for more.

“She’s ready.”

“It’s not for you to decide,” you heard Steven mumble.

“Wha-what?”

“Are you… okay? To go on, I mean?”

“Yeah, yes, Steven, please.”

You moved your hands on his shoulders and pushed up against the mattress with your elbows as you shoved your tongue in his mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting yourself fall back on the bed, bringing him with you. You could feel his uncertainty and his nervousness, and you knew he was fighting with Marc on how to proceed, on what to do. Perhaps he was questioning him, or perhaps he was asking him to go away. But you knew Marc was still there when Steven started moving again, because he wouldn’t have known to glide his hand slowly down your body and behind your right thigh, spreading your legs just enough for him to settle between them. With his other hand, he brushed your hair away from your face, so you’d be more comfortable, so he could see your eyes.

“Are you ready?” he whispered, and you smiled and nodded. “Tell me if… it hurts, yeah?”

“You can’t hurt me, Steven,” you said as you moved the curl from his forehead, it fell back into place in a matter of seconds.

“It will hurt at first, but we’ll make her feel good soon enough.”

“Right,” Steven nodded.

“What is Marc saying?”

“Oh, uh, it’s going to hurt, just a little, then it won’t hurt anymore. I promise.”

You smiled. “I know.”

“Do you… do you want me to tell Marc to go?”

“I don’t care, as long as you’re here,” you said as you wrapped your legs around him, pulling you to him.

“Eager,” Marc chuckled.

Steven, and of his own volition, leaned to kiss you, because he knew you had been waiting for this moment for a while now, and he didn’t want to make you wait any longer. And as he finally made you his, as he finally took what you were happily offering him, you knew it was just him, you could only feel him, filling you completely, moving with you, kissing your doubts away, whispering in your ear as he rocked his hips into you, shattering your walls, chasing the pain away as he brought you the promised pleasure.

The room filled with your moans and groans, with your breathing and your whispering. Clinging to each other, your fingers dug into the skin of his back as he pressed his lips against yours, pushed his tongue against yours. It was messy and sloppy and you knew Marc was helping a little when his skilled fingers returned to your clit and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

“Steven,” you called, your voice but a whisper.

“I’m here, love.”

You took his face between your hands, making him look at you, and you saw a bit of worry in his eyes for a second, the confusion clear on his face, and you chased his doubts away with a smile as you tightened your legs around his back.

“Steven.”

“Yes.”

“Baby,” you moaned, and had no choice but to let go of his face as you disappeared under him, your hands falling on his shoulders without purpose, your body unresponsive as your climax built up. “Don’t stop!” you begged when you felt him slow down, no doubt out of concern. “Please, don’t stop.”

He wouldn’t let you down, he did as you asked, even picked up the pace a bit as he felt his own end coming soon. He watched as you melted under him, begging for more, and he would not disappoint you.

“Lift her up.”

Steven did as Marc asked without a second thought and brought your back up slightly so he could push into you deeper, just at the right place, and it hit you like a thunderbolt, your orgasm exploding from your belly and travelling through your entire body with startling speed. Your climax triggered his own and his forehead fell against yours as his groan mixed with yours and you both fell apart in each other’s arms.

“I love you, Steven,” you said between two breaths.

“I love you too.”

He fell to the side and you followed him, sliding your fingers into his curls, pulling him to you. You shoved your tongue into his mouth with surprising hunger, wrapping your leg around his thigh, entangling yourself with him, as if to make sure nothing could separate you.

“My baby,” you whispered, making him chuckle with embarrassment, the nickname often causing that reaction out of him, maybe that was why you loved it so much.

He brushed his nose against yours before gently biting your lower lip, making you giggle.

“My love.”

You remained together for minutes, maybe hours, who cared, you certainly didn’t. Until Marc reminded Steven, and you, that you needed to use the bathroom and clean up if you wanted to avoid any future uncomfortable issues. You were happy to return to his bed, to him, to them, and you fell asleep in his shirt, or maybe it was Marc’s as you had never seen Steven wear it. You didn’t really care either.

But when you woke up, you woke up to an empty bed and complete darkness, except for the digital clock that exposed the time in big red letters. 3AM. The Devil’s hour. A knot formed in your stomach and only grew bigger as the minutes passed. Only to be replaced by the feeling of complete horror when Marc finally walked through the front door, covered in blood.

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|| You're not Okay ||

Summary : You come home with a migraine attack and the boys do their best to make you comfortable, because the night is going to be long...

Characters : Steven Grant ; Marc Spector ; Jake Lockley ; You

Notes : it's written for chronic migraine sufferers (and a little bit for me~) but ofc everyone can read it, there's no rules ^^ [English and Spanish aren't my native languages, I apologize for my mistakes. Please tell me when something's wrong in the text, I'll correct it.]

Warnings : depression, pain, anxiety, angst, hurt/confort, trauma, nausea/vomit, suicide is briefly mentioned, medicine also, cursing, (there's some cute and funny scenes tho)

Word count : 8.2K

Completely empty.

This is what you feel as you press the elevator button.

With a deep sigh, the shopping bag that was around your elbow slides into your hand so it touches the floor, easing the weight of the bag as the doors close in front of your bloodshot eyes. During this time of respite, you close your eyelids to protect yourself from the crackling light. Your heart rate accelerating from second to second, you try to keep your breathing regular. Usually it helps control the nausea that turns your stomach and cause your throat to tighten. Unfortunately, you know the routine.

You slowly open your eyes before observing a graffiti on the wall to your left. You try to understand and distinguish this form. Although your eyes receive the image, you guess that your brain no longer makes the effort to process the information. But you don't care, you focus on this thing, trying to ignore the pain that's pounding your skull and making you feel almost lethargic.

Finally, the doors open to reveal the next stage of your challenge. Continuing to inhale and exhale slowly, you leave the elevator with your eyes half closed. You drag your feet in the dimly lit hallways keeping your goal in mind to give you motivation. Just a few more steps and you would finally go home to collapse on the bed. No part of your head is spared, not even your face. The pain is so unbearable that you'd be ready to rip your flesh out, from your chin to the back of your neck. If this is the only way you can ignore the pain in your head, even if you trade one kind of pain for another, then so be it.

Only a few more steps before reaching your destination. With a weak hand, you rummage in your jacket pocket for spare keys that your boyfriend gave you a week ago. A week that you lived together... You wouldn't know how you would react living under the same roof, but all you knew was that you needed to see each other more often and the question arose naturally. It was a new adventure for the two of you, or rather for the four of you. You will always remember your first night together, confessing feelings and secrets like young teenagers in love. This euphoric and slightly ridiculous thought brings a balm to your mind filled with darkness, even if it's only for a few seconds.

The weight of your backpack pulls on the muscles of your shoulders as well as those of your neck, which makes your situation worse. You also try to keep your fingers tight around the shopping bag that you almost dropped several times on the way.

And now a new symptom takes hold of you. Suddenly, you raise your head, breathing hard and fast, the urge to puke your guts out coming without warning. You close your eyes as every cell in your body forces itself to maintain control. Despite this desperate attempt, panic is added to the crowd of emotions that make you lose your composure. Your breathing intensifies, you close your eyes tighter while frowning, these slightest movements heightening your pain as if your skin was covered in bruises.

You weren't going to vomit in the middle of the hallway of the building, were you ? No, you had to contain yourself. It's not the first time it's happened to you, you're able to handle it. You bring the keys to the lock trembling with all your being, nevertheless you are dizzy and your nausea surpasses your courage.

Inhale, exhale... Inhale, exhale...

A sob breaks the barrier of your lips, as you've held it back since the afternoon when your daily headache turned into a violent migraine. While you were working, you kept looking at your watch to count the hours. The time was getting longer as your migraine got worse. At the end of your tether, your shoulder hit the door. You end up lowering your head, a shiver running down your neck to extend your skull to your forehead. So you lean your back against the door before sliding your body down to sit on the cold floor, dropping the bag full of food and produce you've bought as you work harder to read what was written on your list.

Your backpack serving as a cushion between you and the door, your head tilts back while you keep your mouth open, continuing to breathe to calm your nausea. And you choose to keep your eyes closed, too exhausted to do otherwise.

Just a minute. I just need a minute, you silently repeat to yourself...

An hour passes.

Steven walks down the hallway, staring at his phone screen as he holds the strap of his satchel firmly in his hand. Once again, he ends up checking if you had replied to his messages. And once again, he frowned in concern when he saw no response from you.

He sighed, then looked up from his phone.

And he discovers you sitting in front of the door of his flat, your head tilted back with your mouth open and your eyes closed.

"Oh my God !" he exclaims as his face crumpled with fear, rushing over to you.

Steven dropped his bag on the ground and squatted near your body which seems inert to him while he displays an expression distorted by panic. Although terrified by what he sees, he doesn't hesitate to grab your shoulders to shake you slightly.

"Y/n ? Are you with me, love ? Please wake up." he gently encourage you to come out of your torpor.

With difficulty, your eyes barely open as you slowly raise your head.

"I'm okay, don't worry..." you whisper in a tired breath.

Hearing the sound of your voice, Steven closed his eyes in deep relief. For a moment, he had imagined the worst, and he could already see himself holding your hand in an ambulance that would be heading at full speed to the A&E.

"What happened ?" he asks, returning his compassionate gaze to yours.

Your mouth having dried up, you swallow your saliva to be able to speak better.

"I just wanted to... rest for a minute... I..." you try to line up the words, already having trouble lining them up in your own thoughts.

Steven analyzes your face and your way of speaking and he didn't take long to guess. He nodded before considering his next move to help you. He looked around and then he looks at you again.

"Do you think you can get up ?" he asks gently.

You just nod your head briefly while keeping your eyes closed. But you had recognized your Steven as soon as you heard him speak.

Your boyfriend then began to retrieve your shopping bag and he leaned over to put his satchel on one shoulder. At the same time, one of his neighbors decided to show up. Steven looked up in her direction with parted lips. The old lady left the apartment, saying goodbye to her friend before meeting the gaze of the man she had seen before.

Her cheerful smile suddenly disappeared. She discovers this strange man sitting in front of the body of a woman who seems half dead.

Steven raised his eyebrows, his gaze doing a ping-pong motion between you and the old lady.

"She's fine." he assures to keep this poor woman from having a heart attack.

To support Steven, you slowly gave a thumbs up while opening your eyes slightly.

"I-I- I don't want to know anything." she replies with a brief nervous smile as she walks away towards the elevator.

The National Gallery tour guide watched her anxiously.

"She's going to call the police one day..." he said in a worried tone.

"There was no one there until you arrived..." you laugh lightly with exhaustion, closing your eyes again.

"Do I hear mockery ?" Steven notes with a grin.

"Sorry..." your lips curl into a small smile that causes pain to shoot through your jaw.

"You still have your sense of humor, that's a start. Come on. Hold on to me." he stretches out his hands to help you.

You place your hands on his forearms and you manage to get up. But suddenly your nausea gets worse, so you start taking a long breath to control it.

"Come on, let's go inside so you can rest." he tries to motivate you as he pulls the straps of your backpack off your shoulders with great gentleness.

"I can keep it..." you whisper stubbornly.

"I know you can." he responds as he inserts the key into the lock while he helps you stand, carrying your bag with his available arm.

There, he opened the door of his flat before putting his keys in the bowl placed at the entrance. Without waiting, he led you inside and closed the door behind you. Although the boys only witnessed a few of your migraine attacks, they were starting to know the do's and don'ts. So, Steven was careful not to turn on the light, leaving only the streetlights outside and the light from his aquarium to illuminate the room, as well as the light of the moon.

You then take off your jacket, calculating your every move to avoid causing more pounding or pressure in your head. Steven put everything he was holding on the floor and he turned to you, before taking your jacket to put it on the hall cabinet.

"Go sit on the bed, sweetheart, I'll take care of everything." He said kindly.

"Let me help you with the-"

"I don't remember asking you." He replies nonetheless. "Please, go get some rest..."

Although extremely embarrassed, you end up obeying him because you know he's just as stubborn as you are and if neither of you listens, well... You're not out of the woods yet. So you start your steps towards the bed.

When suddenly, you're dizzy again. Everything you see around you begins to spin at breakneck speed. The sensation becoming too realistic, you end up losing your balance and you barely catch up on his old green armchair.

"Y/n ??" he calls you as he turned to you.

Your legs began to shake and your breathing quickened once more. Seeing your unusual state, Steven stops putting away the groceries to close the fridge before joining you.

Your nails dug into the cushion, the impression of falling into an endless whirlwind upsetting all your senses. You would never get used to that feeling despite your years of experience.

"Talk to me, what can I do ?" he asks, laying a hand on your back, his sadness growing as he witnesses your distress.

"You can't help me, everything is spinning, I just have to... I have to wait for it to pass..." You answer before gritting your teeth, your body tensing with this dizzying and uncontrollable feeling.

But you can no longer determine where is the top, the bottom, or even where your left and your right are. Totally disoriented, your legs give out and your knees fall to the ground in hope of finding more stability while Steven follows your movements and kneels in front of you.

Oh, how he hates to see you suffer. But for him the worst part of all this is that he is helpless.

No-- He needs to do something, anything.

"Come here." he said before placing his arms around your waist.

Instinctively, you put your arms around his neck to cling to him, squeezing the fabric of his shirt very tightly between your fingers. To be less unbalanced, you keep your eyes closed in order to ignore the landscape that spins around you.

"That's it, hold on to me. It'll pass, I promise..." he whispers in the hollow of your ear, his words full of tenderness coming to reassure your fears and to console the pains of your head.

"I'm so sorry..." you say in a sob, can't help but feel guilty for putting your own problems on him.

"Shh, stop, don't say that." he whispers back.

He can't stand seeing you beat yourself up like that. Especially when he knows full well that you're not the only one to share what makes you different.

A few tears seep into the fabric of his clothes as you use him as a rock to hold on to through thick and thin. Steven presses you harder against him, closing his eyes, burying his face in your hair. His protective hands hold you with love and determination, because all he wants is to land you so you can come back to him.

Slowly, this feeling of dizziness and intense pain ends up calming down. Hesitantly, you open your eyes. The landscape is stabilizing and it's gladly that you manage to find your bearings. You sigh, finally free from this endless ordeal. Your violent migraine is still making you suffer and your nausea hasn't gone away, but at least you're able to put one foot in front of the other and that's good news.

However, Steven's gesture - totally spontaneous - which surprised you, made you melt from the inside. It's the first time that someone has been so considerate with you, especially during one of your episode.

You don't want to let go, but you can't help but press your lips to his neck, laying them right there with deep affection while his hand rubbed your back in a comforting way.

Kneeling on the floor, holding each other, none of you dare move. In fact, you don't even want to. It's crazy how he manages to soothe you so easily, how he's able to do more than any medicine you've taken in your life. Does he also have a risk of addiction ? You fear you've already found the answer.

After a minute, you end up pulling away from his embrace. For some reason, you hesitated to look up at him. But you could feel his gaze running across your face. So he put his hand on your cheek in order to gently wipe away a tear with his thumb, thus avoiding not applying too much pressure on your fragile and painful face.

Finally, you found yourself sitting on the edge of his bed, which also became yours, while Steven came back with a pile of pillows on his arms.

"Baby, I already told you it was useless, you don't have to do all that." you watch his eyes over the piles of pillows he's carrying as he can't see where he's walking.

"Innoo btt I jst wnt yuu t be az cmmffftbbll az possbl"

"What ?" You frown slightly, smiling.

He let the cushions fall on the bed with a huff, before straightening up to put his curly locks to the side to see more clearly.

"I know but I just want you to be as comfortable as possible." He repeats then with a smile curving his lips. "It's going to last all night, I don't want you to break your back." He continues, wedging the pillows one by one behind you.

More than grateful, you sit comfortably against the pillows before watching Steven heading to the kitchen. After a few seconds, you see him come back with a glass of Coke filled with ice cubes. It was the only drink you could swallow, maybe because it's fizzy and sweet. Sometimes it even calmed your nausea. The sugar and caffeine also probably helps you to have more energy since, in general, you can't eat on migraine attacks days.

You can't believe it, he really knows you by heart. However, you can't help but feel guilty.

"Steven..." you look at him, a little bit bothered by his excess of generosity.

He put the glass down on your nightstand before raising his hands innocently. "That's all. It's the only care you'll get." He says as he walks away. "And don't you dare ask me more, I'll refuse !" He adds sarcastically, pointing at you while he walks away.

Steven manages to make you laugh despite your depressed mood caused by your migraine. And yet, even in these moments, you continue to use humor because it's the only thing that still helps you to hold on. But Steven brought much more. Besides those typical stevenesque sarcastic jokes, he gave you a lot of comfort, joy and hope. The hope that maybe you'll wake up tomorrow without pain, and especially by his side.

Steven went to one of his shelves and you tilted your head slowly to see him. With curiosity, you watched him looking for something special in his DVDs.

Then you end up taking one of the cushions behind you to put it on your legs and thus have more height, before placing your elbows on it and then putting your face into your hands. It was a position you used to take, and you're sure your back will thank your boyfriend for taking care of it. You already tried to lie down feeling nauseous, but it was an impossible task. Each time, you end up sitting until your migraine decides to leave you alone.

Later, you feel the mattress bouncing slightly. Your index and middle finger move aside to reveal a curious eye again. You see him sitting on the end of the bed putting a cd in his player, because obviously he moved his television in front of the bed so you have something to watch on those kinds of rough nights. I don't mind, I just have to fix some cables and that's it, he told you that day. Then your gaze rests on the DVD cover that was placed next to him.

"Are you serious..?" you ask, hiding your smile when you discover your favorite movie, the one that comforts you during your attacks. "You don't have to do this-"

"It's not for you, it's for me. I want to watch it." He answers cleverly as he backs up on the mattress to lay properly next to you, albeit a little awkwardly.

You can't help but stretch a small grin as you see him lie down on his left side, leaning on his elbow with his fingers loosely intertwined.

"Look at this, the main menu alone is a masterpiece on its own." He comments, looking at the TV screen.

You snort as your grin stretches into an amused smile. Then he grabs the remote to play the movie.

"Thank you..." you whisper, casting a loving look at the man of your life. But you keep that to yourself. It was way too soon, however you can't help feeling all those emotions, but you can keep them and cherish them until the time comes.

To your surprise, Steven remains silent and continues to stare at the screen. Nevertheless he ends up stretching a smile that he tries to hold back, satisfied to have achieved his goal.

"Shh, it's starting." He quickly places a finger to his lips before briefly pointing at the television.

Yet you continue to look at him with sweet adoration.

You never thought you'd meet someone like him. In fact, you would never have imagined meeting him, because you haven't found anyone who looks like him, like them. They who accepted you as you were. They who welcomed you into their lives like no other would, especially with your condition. That's how they ask you to call it, because it's the truth. Even if you had a hard time accepting it, having lived for years diminishing the importance of your 'problem' because of what other think of it.

You look away.

Then you begin to sigh with well-being despite the torture your brain is inflicting on you.

After a few minutes of viewing, you end up massaging your face, trying somehow to get rid of this unbearable pain.

"Which side ?" He asks looking up at you.

You turn to him, your fatigue slowing down your ability to notice that you no longer recognize your dear Steven's tone or accent. Nevertheless you manage to realize it after a moment of reflection. Marc, maybe ? You're sure it's Marc, somehow. With time and practice, you were happy to realize that you were getting better and better at determining the transitions between the alters and their host. But you don't care about medical terms, these three people were one thing precious to you. Your future.

And yet you didn't know if you were his...

"...Left." You finally answer.

At your announcement, he straightened up. You open your eyes a little more, wondering what he was planning to do. So you see him imitate your position by sitting cross-legged in front of you. But you see what he's getting at when he brought his hands to your face.

"Marc..." You try to stop him with some embarrassment, not used to getting that much attention. Besides, you were always afraid of bothering him.

"How about you stop pushing us away ?" he suggests as he puts his hands on his thighs, looking straight into your eyes. "What if instead of continuing to pretend that you have to go through this alone, you let us take more space in your life so that we can finally take care of you ?"

His words crushed your chest without warning.

Silent before his requests, your brain stopped working when you were already barely able to think properly.

But he's still there, sitting in front of you, giving a determined gaze that slowly turns into a tender, pleading gaze, raising his eyebrows sympathetically, though with a hint of amusement as he notes the way you're reacting. The former soldier and mercenary couldn't help but be touched by your silence and your big eyes surrounded by dark circles that bear witness to your sleep debt.

"Unless you feel... that I invade your space too much." Marc continues with patience and understanding, afraid that he would bothering you.

Nothing in the world would make you think such a thing.

He has never been too insistent or too demanding.

Besides, his demands are not excessive. On the contrary, it's the minimum for a couple. It's the basis of any solid relationship, caring for each other, accompanying each other in illness. Although nowadays these values ​​have changed for many people. But not for Marc, you realize. For you either, it's just that... you feel-

"I also feel guilty sometimes." He admits softly, lowering his eyes to avoid yours.

You bring all your attention to him. Guilty... Concerning you ? But why ?

"Sometimes I think you wish you were in a much simpler relationship. That you'd rather not have to put up with the three of us, put up with our past, and above all... not have to accept our situation regarding Khonshu. And I would understand all of that." He said looking up at you. "Everyday I'm afraid of losing you."

No, Marc...

Your eyes start to fill with tears. You feel a lump in your throat that you're trying to ignore.

"I admit that even today, I still have a hard time making it a reflex but know one thing : I will always take the hand you hold out to me. No matter how insecure I am." he clenches his jaw, each syllable spoken with pure conviction.

That's it. You give in.

Overwhelmed, you remove your mask of pretense and lower your head to wipe away your tears with the palm of your hand. You didn't know if his words alone were the cause of your hyper-sensitivity or if your migraine was playing tricks on you, anyway you couldn't stop the salty pearls from flowing down your cheeks. You couldn't get over seeing Marc showing so much honesty.

Moved by your flood of emotions, Marc puts his hand on your neck before pressing his lips gently against your forehead, where the source of all your problems is. Then he closed his eyes, swallowing to restrain the sadness that was invading the walls of his throat.

"Take my hand. Please take it..." he whispers against your forehead, desperate for you to accept his help.

You start sniffling like a poor lost child. You hated yourself for putting yourself in this state for a simple migraine... There are so many more diseases that are as terrible and unbearable as each other and at least you will never die of yours. At least if your depression doesn't make you cross a dangerous limit... You try hard to remember that there's so much worse than you in this world. But you can't help thinking that there could also be a better situation than yours. You no longer felt capable of going through this hell every week and almost every day.

And because of that, you haven't even noticed how Marc has been feeling all this time...

"But why would you say that ? You're not a burden, okay ? You'll never lose me... Never... Don't say that again..." you sob.

"Okay, okay, I promise..." he says softly, your words meaning so much to him.

Then you think about Steven. Poor Steven who immediately took care of you right after work.

"I didn't even ask Steven how his day went..." you sniffle again, cherishing the reassuring touch of his soft lips against your forehead.

"You'll ask him when you feel better." he whispers back. "Promise me you'll do anything to feel better ?"

"I promis you." you answer naturally, your hand going to rest on his.

"So please let me help you." He persevere with patience, knowing full well that the only barrier between you and him is your guilt, and nothing else. Otherwise, he would never allow himself to cross this barrier that you have placed for your own discomfort.

You look up at him, his lips gently leaving your forehead. Once again, you look at each other for a few seconds, with love, compassion, and hidden grief.

He opened up to you, he shared his doubts more than he ever have before. Even if he expects nothing in return, you now have the desire and the need to fulfill his wish.

However, there's a catch. You never asked for help from anyone, your lips didn't know how to formulate this request. Marc continues to observe you, noting that you were trying to tell him something and that you hesitated. But your lips remain parted without a sound. It couldn't be pride... Or maybe it was ? You don't even know anymore. You've been on your own for so long...

Luckily for you, he decides to save you from drowning. Marc noted your efforts, and he deciphered your cry for help.

Then, he slowly started to run his hand through your hair and put it on the left side of your extremely painful skull. Grimacing slightly at his contact, you nevertheless notice how his gestures are meticulous and made to be as delicate as possible to prevent your migraine from getting worse through his fault. It's therefore gently that he begins to massage your head. Then, his second hand joined your neck to massage it with a little more firmness.

You sniffle one last time, trying to relax despite your reluctance.

And without you noticing, your shoulders fell, little by little. Slowly your eyelids began to droop despite their struggles to stay open.

"Do your eyes hurt ?" Marc asked in a low voice.

Like him, you decide to forget your insecurity to take the hand he held out to you. You become too engrossed in the comfort he was giving you, your pain becoming a little more bearable by the second.

You just nod your head weakly.

His hand that was on your skull moved close to your face. And his thumb massaged your brow bone in a circular motion that sometimes lifts your eyelid. More and more, he felt the weight of your face grow heavier against his hand, signaling to him that you were finally letting go. For a moment, he wondered if his healing armor was capable of curing the migraines that are ruining your life. If only he could share it with you to find out... But he would also be afraid of certain repercussions that this entails.

"The nose too..." He hears you whisper with tiredness.

He doesn't wait. His hand went down on your cheek and his thumb massaged up and down starting on the bridge of your nose to go down to the corner of your nostril.

"And the cheekbone..." you continue with a sigh.

A smile curved Marc's lips, noting that he had succeeded in making you lower all your barriers. It's the first time you've let him participate in the healing of your migraine. He couldn't be more proud to see you finally cooperating.

He then continues the trajectory of his thumb to your cheekbone and with his available fingers, he massages your jawline by matching his movements with his thumb. While his hand on your neck goes up to the back of your skull.

You're in a trance. The pain is much more bearable and you felt like he was - very slowly but surely - getting that migraine out of your head.

So he continues for an indefinite time.

Meanwhile, he was analyzing your face. Marc has often had painful migraines throughout his life, but he wonders how you put up with them. They seemed so violent, so unstable and so frequent... At times, he wonders how you manage not to go mad. From what he saw and what he had learned, the moments when you really feel good are very rare or even non-existent. He doesn't know what he would do if he had to go to bed every night and wake up every morning with a terrible headache. But if he was able to recover your illness, he would do it without hesitation.

"You can stop now..." you finally warn him, feeling the minutes tick by. It felt like ages.

"Okay." He answers in a low voice. "But that's only because I'm starting to have cramps." He adds, smiling briefly.

He gently pulled his hands away from your face before clenching his fists once or twice to relax the muscles in his fingers as he leaned toward the nightstand.

Then you raise your eyebrows, taking a deep breath. Finally, you blinked your eyes open slowly. You felt like you woke up after a long hibernation, when you saw Marc handing you the glass of Coke Steven gave you earlier. They seems so ready to give you anything you need.

"For your nausea." he said.

Still as unsettled by his thoughtfulness, you take the glass while staring at it, looking dazed.

"Do you need anything else ? Food ? Water..? Or something cold for you head ?" he asks.

"N-no. I'm fine." you stutter as you look up at him.

"You sure ?" he frowns.

"Yeah."

"Okay... Tell me when you need me." he replies before placing a chaste kiss on your cheek, ready to lie down next to you.

Shit, where were they all these years ? You sincerely begin to think that you wasted your time with people who never took your condition into account, all letting you down because you demanded too much attention or often missed outings with friends. While you never asked for attention, nor missed those outings you would have liked to attend.

But you realize tonight thanks to Marc, that you deserve this attention. You deserve to get help. You deserve to be taken care of. And all these things, you had refused them because of the prejudices and criticisms of those around you. But you really deserve it all.

Wow... In fact, you realize how much these three people have changed your life. You realize how beneficial they are to you. You had never held this reasoning before meeting them.

As he watches TV, the light from the screen illuminating your silhouettes to cast your shadows behind you, he brings his hand towards you. On your back, his fingers traced abstract shapes as he focused on the film.

"Thank you, for everything you do... For taking care of me." you say after a moment of silence.

His dark brown eyes left the screen to look at you.

"You know I do it gladly." he answers sincerely.

"Maybe, but... No one else has ever acted like you did."

"I don't know what to tell you... For me it seems normal." he admits, continuing his caresses on your back while keeping his attention on you.

"Exactly." you reply.

Marc take the time to observe you, your tender smile, your raised eyebrows which demonstrates your sincerity and your gratitude, and his heart beats faster when his eyes met yours again. Those looks... Oh, those looks. They always have a way of making him nervous. Every time you look at him like that, with love and adoration, he seems to lose his composure. No one has ever looked at him like you do. Sometimes he's even scared of it, but only because he doesn't understand you. Why would you love him in the first place ? You seemed to have so much affection for him that he doesn't know what to do with it except to give it back to you every day he spends with you. You both needed so much love and you didn't even know it.

Finally, you break eye contact to bring your attention to the film.

In a rather pleasant silence, you watch TV with your conversation still in mind.

"...What a stupid man I would be to abandon you when you need me the most." He ended up answering without even taking the time to think, his arguments seeming totally logical and irrefutable. It wouldn't even occur to him to ignore you when you're in dire straits.

Your smile slowly widens, then you lower your eyes thoughtfully. You've been together for a few months and he still causes as many butterflies in your stomach as on your first date. And the excruciating pain of your migraine won't prevent you from feeling on cloud nine, because the support he gives you is immeasurably effective and you can never thank him enough.

At 4 am you still find yourself sitting with your face in your hands and a pile of DVDs on the TV stand.

Your migraine is starting to show a semblance of pity and your nausea is a little more bearable. How about trying to sleep while you still can ?

You look up, your neck hurting terribly and you wince in pain when it cracks. Then you turn to Marc. And you see that he have fallen asleep, after also noticing that he had put on his pajamas. You didn't even feel him move so much that you were concentrating on your migraine.

You contemplate his face and you take advantage of this moment of calm to print this image inside your eyelids. It's rare to see him so peaceful... He seems so pure, asleep there by your side. You admired his long eyelashes and his curls pulled back despite a few rebellious locks falling on his forehead. He's beautiful.

Yeah... You're so screwed.

After removing a few cushions, you begin to lie down but you change your mind as soon as you feel resistance behind you. A tender smile curves your lips when you see that he had left his hand on your back, as if he was still trying to support you even though he had fallen into Morpheus' arms. With your fingertips, you gently take his wrist to lift it slowly. Praying that he doesn't wake up, you put his arm along his body.

Once you are certain that you're not disturbing him in his sleep, you begin to lie down, taking care not to make the mattress bounce too much under your movements. You then laid your head on your pillow. You feel like you're lying against a brick so much that your head is sensitive, and the aches are already starting to paralyze the muscles in your face.

Suddenly, your belly started to growl loudly. Quickly, you curl up, putting a hand on your stomach while you close your eyes and purse your lips. When it stops, you open one eye hoping Marc's still asleep. You hold back a sigh of relief when you hear him snoring peacefully, and your muscles relax.

You stay like that for a while. The air burns your eyes so much that you have rubbed them and your exhaustion only makes it worse. Nevertheless, you let yourself be lulled into this cocoon, reassured by the presence of your boyfriend. Because there's one thing you know for sure. No matter how bad your migraine is, you're terrified of going through it all alone. For you, nothing is worse than loneliness, especially when you're at your lowest, since that's where all your negative thoughts hide and no one is there to pull you out of all this darkness that consumes you.

That's why living with Marc is so new to you. The mere fact that he is there takes a hell of a weight off your shoulders which were beginning to weaken after these years of fighting alone.

Eventually, fatigue takes over. You manage to fall asleep although you're still in pain, hoping wholeheartedly that you'll wake up tomorrow without any pain to enjoy your day.

And who knows, maybe the migraine will leave you alone for a while...

At 6 am, Jake's sleep is disturbed.

A strange noise wakes him up slowly. He frowned while keeping his eyes closed. But once he becomes fully conscious, that sound comes more clearly to his ears.

Worried, he turned to the noise, opening his tired eyes as he saw daylight seeping into the room.

There, he hears the echo of your jerky breathing bouncing off the walls of the bathroom you had closed. He then recognizes the sound your throat makes when you are about to vomit.

"Mierda." he grunts straightening up as he pulls the blanket off his legs.

Jake got up to walk to the bathroom door before knocking.

"Y/n, are you okay ? Can I come in ?" he asks, placing his ear close to the door to hear your answer, his anxiety increasing as he listens to your struggle against your nausea.

When he suddenly hears you throwing up your guts.

More than worried by this impressive sound you emit, he rushed into the bathroom in panic and he sees you squatting in front of the toilet, your eyes filled with tears and your stomach seized with spasms.

Jake grabbed your hair and quickly brushed it away from your face while you were caught in a fit of coughing. The acid burns your throat and your nostrils as you keep emptying yourself with difficulty.

"That's it, let it all out..." he reassures you, rubbing your back with his available hand.

However, you can no longer catch your breath. And as always, you panic a little trying to get some air.

"Tranquila, take your time..." Jake whispers, slowing down the movements of his hand on your back to help you calm down.

So your vomiting starts to decrease and you manage to get more air.

"You're doing good, stay calm..." He encourages you, observing you carefully, in reality as impatient as you to see your ordeal end.

But since you have nothing in your stomach, you manage to regain control fairly quickly, even if it's with shortness of breath that you finally breathe. Inhale, exhale...

After making sure nothing more could come out, Jake let go of your hair and then you decide to get up, your body still shaking. Under the watchful gaze of your boyfriend, you turned on the tap to clean your mouth. You're still too nauseous to brush your teeth but you can't wait to get that horrible taste out of your mouth.

Then you turn off the tap, before resting your hands on the sink for more stability.

"...I didn't want you to see me like that." You end up confessing. You had managed to keep this veil of mystery over your relationship for months but now that you live together, you can no longer prevent him from seeing the hidden reality. It's not much, but was he ready to see you like this every week ?

"Please, you've seen me covered in blood before and I haven't heard you complain once. I think I can take that." Jake retorts, nodding his head with a smirk.

"You have a great gift for manipulating words, Lockley." You answer sarcastically in an amused tone.

"I know, a real poet..." he said back while sitting down on the floor before leaning his back against the wall.

Jake opened a welcoming arm and you accepted his offer, sitting quietly next to him against the wall. He put his arm around your shoulders then lifted his chin so that you could rest your head on his chest, close to his neck, and you felt safe again in his protective embrace.

"I'm sorry I woke you up." you apologize, knowing that he needed as much sleep as you.

"I was already awake. Don't worry about that, muñeca." Jake assures you before dropping a kiss on the top of your head. "How do you feel now ?"

"I feel like I have a hangover."

"Aw, mi pobre cielo, I'm sorry..." he replies compassionately. "But look, the first night has passed." he encourages you to look at the window by your bed.

Although you're exhausted, you lean forward to see the sun's rays hit the floor as dust particles fly into the light.

"You did the hardest part." he adds as you watch the blue sky from your small bathroom.

Then Jake turns to you, looking at your face for a moment to find half-closed red eyes, chapped lips and very pale skin. And the fact that you haven't eaten anything since yesterday morning and barely drank only makes things worse to lead you into an almost indomitable vicious circle.

Indeed, Marc, Steven and Jake were all very worried about your state of health...

"You're not planning to go back to work today, are you ?" he finally asks.

"Yes, I am." you simply answer.

"Hope you're kidding ?" he pulls away to look you in the eyes, frowning.

"I can't afford to lose another job." you sigh looking at the ground in annoyance.

"Excuse me, but I'd rather you lose a job than your life." He insists, not understanding your point of view.

"Stop, you're exaggerating..." you scoff.

"Y/n, we've only been living together for a week and you've come home like this three times already. And need I remind you that last night you were found almost passed out in front of our door ? You're exhausted, you haven't eaten anything since yesterday and you just threw up. How do you think you can get through this day without breaking down?"

"But I'm okay." You assert, nevertheless you are not very convincing.

"No, you're not okay. Maybe its time you understood that." Jake retorts with more lucidity than you, having an outside view of your situation. "Muñeca, I'm not here to give you orders or to stop you from doing what you think is best for you. If you're sure you're able to go to work then I'm not holding you back. But you have to understand that you want to do things that your body might not be able to keep up with." He explains calmly, not wishing to accentuate your migraine by arguing with you now. "You have your goals and you want to stick to them, it's commendable. You're very brave and I admire you for that. But please promise me to put your health first before taking a decision."

You hesitate for a moment, not seeing yourself going to new job interviews. You were tired of losing your jobs after a few weeks, a month maximum. You were never able to be stable in your schedule and it's an inexplicable frustration not to be able to follow your plans. Especially when it comes to keeping a salary.

"Fine..." you finally say. "I won't go."

It's true. You can't go back to work like this and you can't keep lying to yourself. But Jake knows how much you want to be independent. You need to work, you need to feel useful. He knows this is your ultimate test and you want to win it. And the icing on the cake would be that you could find and keep a job that you actually like.

"I have an idea but you won't like it." He says.

"Go ahead." You say turning to him.

After a few seconds of silence, Jake finally speaks.

"I think you should see a doctor-"

"Oh no !" you exclaim, looking away in annoyance.

"I know, I don't like them either. But if you see a neurologist or something like that, maybe you could get some proper treatment-"

"I already tried, it was hell !" You respond by looking at him again with a pleading gaze. He couldn't ask you such a thing.

"I know."

"I don't want to stuff myself with medicine and be disappointed every time thinking that this one might be the right one. And I'm tired of doctors."

"I know you're mad at them, but they're not all bad or insensitive. Steven read stories of some chronic migraine sufferers on the internet, they all took many years to find the right doctor and the right treatment." He defends his idea with fervor.

You sigh deeply, not liking the turn this conversation is taking.

"It's unfair..." He admits, rubbing your shoulder, saddened to see you reacting so badly to his remark. "But if you want to get a little better, you should give them a chance. And I see you coming, it's not because I advise you to go see a doctor that we are tired of you. It'll never happen. We'll help you, we'll be with you throughout the whole process."

You bring your gaze to him. Maybe he's right... But you're afraid to embark on this lost quest again.

"I'm going to be a little selfish but... If you don't do it for yourself, do it for us." He pronounces the supreme sentence.

How the hell can you say no to that ?

"But you can still refuse..." Jake continues, knowing very well that you would be unable to contradict him.

"Oh, shut up." you answer with that complicity you have with Jake.

But suddenly an idea pops into your head.

Fine. You'll play that game too.

"I would go see a doctor, but on one condition." You raise a finger.

"Which one ?" he asks in a cooperative tone.

Poor guy, he would quickly regret it.

"Go see a therapist."

Oh-- How dare you ?!

"Ahah, very funny. You're feeling smart now, I bet." He nods slowly, squinting suspiciously and amusedly.

"I do."

"I see your migraine has suddenly disappeared."

"Seriously, I remember Marc saying that it'd be good for all three of you." you defend your idea in turn.

"Marc is stupid. And he was drunk, that doesn't count." Jake retorts.

"And whose fault is it ??" you say outrageously.

"Oh, we're not going to bring this up again..." he raises his hand briefly, closing his eyes for a moment.

You hold back a laugh, looking at him tenderly.

"You know... Doctors aren't all bad and insensitive, and I'll be with you throughout the whole process..."

"Okay, fine, I got it." he interrups you and a smile stretches his lips as he hears you turn his own words against him. "Eres a coñazo..."

"I'm too tired to understand your insults, but nice try." you retort with fun although you still feel groggy.

He too, sighs deeply.

You were both stuck with your own struggles to overcome, blackmailing each other for each other's well-being. Of course, it couldn't have happened any other way with you two... None of you had the strength or even the inclination to face your problems. You preferred to play the hypocrite and ignore them as if they didn't exist, yet your demons were going to catch up with you no matter what you did. So, for the other, you might be able to deal with it.

You both felt like a wreck, sitting there by the toilet staring blankly at the opposite wall.

"Fuck migraines." Jake announced suddenly.

"Fuck complicated pasts." you say back.

You then cross your arm on that of Jake to take his hand in yours, then you brought it against your heart. How you wish you could erase all of their bad memories and pain... Instead, all you can do is listen to them and give them all the love they've been missing.

"I love you." You hear him declare.

"I love you too." you say naturally but nevertheless with conviction.

But you realize...

"It's the first time we've said it." you affirme as you frown, although your sentence sounds like a question.

"It seems, yes." he replies, realizing in turn. "In fact, we wanted to tell you last night but you didnt feel well and we didn't want you to have a bad memory of it. And now I admit that... I couldn't help myself."

You think for a moment.

You think back to how Steven reassured you and made you laugh.

You think back to how Marc took care of you physically and mentally.

And you notice the way Jake supports you and roused you to action.

Why would you regret those three little words that mean so much to you ?

"Oh, believe me... This is my fondest memory."

[ninebluehearts]

hi beautiful 😽😽😽.

can I request some steven x reader???. Where Steven is very insecure and generally doesnt feel like he deserves reader and they comfort him. pleasee and thank you 😽

Hello darling! Of course you can! Sorry it took me so long to write this! I'm currently reconstructing my room and haven't had a lot of time to sit and write a lot 💕

This had to have been the fourth worst day ever for Steven Grant. Sure, he got his job back at the museum, but at what cost? Donna still walked all over him, JB still calls him "Scotty," and not to mention the Karen Moms he has to deal with every hour.. And then there was you.

The rest of the world may make him feel worthless, but you gave him a purpose. You made him feel seen. He honestly felt like he didn't deserve you. Especially when he came home and found you sitting on the couch in his t-shirt, reading one of his favorite books in the spotless flat.

"Hey baby!" You draped your bookmark along the inside of the book then set it on the coffee table, making your way over to Steven. But as you approached him, you could actually see the tears in his eyes, threatening to spill over. "Darling? What's wrong?"

Steven cleared his throat, glancing around the flat. "You cleaned?"

"Yeah? Is that okay?" You cupped his cheek, pressing your body against his.

"I- Why?"

"I figured it would be a nice surprise. Last night you were talking about how stressed you were about the mess, so I decided to clean up today. What's wrong?"

The tears in his eyes finally fell, slowly rolling along his cheeks. You had listened to him. Actually listened to him. And you had cared enough to do something about it. Gods, he loved you so much it hurt. He really didn't deserve you.

Steven suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug, hiding his face in between your neck and shoulder. "Bloody hell, I love you so much.. I really don't deserve you."

"What? Steven, of course you deserve me. Silly boy, it's me who doesn't deserve you." You pressed a kiss to the side of his head, tightening your grip around him.

Steven shook his head, taking a deep breath as he pulled back just enough to look at you. "I love you."

"I love you too, baby. Would you like to sit on the couch and watch a movie with me for awhile?" You asked as you leaned up and kissed his cheek, grinning at the light shade of pink that crept onto his cheeks.

Steven just smiled at you. "I'd love that, darling."

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[arcade-writing]

Saw this lovely post if Oscar Isaac showing off his ass and me and my friend agreed that Steven would do this to be a cheeky bastard

So! Here we goooo!!

Like what you see?

🍋NSFW

pairing: Steven grant X masc! reader

Warning: Steven wears femmine clothes and underwear, spanking, ass fucking, submissive! Steven, creampie, Steven is abit of a brat, you are being tested by god, hair pulling, butt plugs, cockworming, making him read whilst you fuck him, dirty talk, you ask to take a picture of him after the deed

Whilst it does say masc, there are no pronouns or gender given to the reader - they have a dick and that's all that's mentioned

Now you weren't one to judge but you couldn't help but raise a brow when you saw Steven walk around the apartment. A pleated skirt hanging from his hips and knee highs meanwhile he had one of his normal sweater tops that hang too low on his arms.

He looked far too adorable for the expression on his face. It was pure mischief.

Like he was fully convinced you couldn't tell he had something up his sleeve. The question was, what was he planning? You were always surprised when he grew bolder. He was a shy guy with far too much attitude. There was going to be time where he turned that sass to you.

You leaned back on the couch, tilting your head as you watched him. Your work was abandoned as you finally gave up on trying to finish it. Your brain was mush by now from too much stress.

He looked back at you with a small wave which you happily returned. But that's when you made your first mistake; he knew he had your full attention. That you were watching him. He bit his lip to hide his grin as he sat down. Flipping up his skirt to reveal the plump ass hidden underneath and lace underwear barely covering it. They looked just slightly wider than a thong.

"Steven." You called out, eyes glued on him. Eyes wide in disbelief as you felt your nails dig into your palm. He purposefully ignored you as he pulled out a book, pulling his reading glasses on.

"Steven." You repeated, a growl in your voice as you stood up.

He didn't turn but you saw the way he stiffened. Only moving his head to look at you over his shoulder. "Yes, luv?"

"What are you doing?"

"Reading."

This bitch-

He thought he was so cute, didn't he? Acting oblivious after flashing you like that. You tugged on his skirt, that just about reached his knees, as you glared down at him.

"The outfit, Steven - what are you trying to achieve?"

"Nosy." He muttered with a smile before he completely turned his focus on you. "I'm just being comfortable, why? You don't like it?"

Despite the mocking tone in his voice there wa a flicker in his eyes. Apart of him was worried you didn't actually like It. His usual anxiety chewing the back of his mind despite the confidence he was growing. Your eyes soften as you caress the fabric. Taking him one last time from head to toe before your brows knitted.

"Bend over the table."

Steven immediately perked. He was one quick to please and eager to follow your orders. But it seems this teasing had no end. He looked down at his book, gesturing to it.

"I'm reading."

Oh he was really testing you now. You weren't one to be too rough with him. Knowing he got overstimulated easily but this new attitude sparked a fire in your gut. You wanted to wipe that smug look on his face. Punish him for even trying to play games with you. But he was still Steven. Your sweet eager Steven.

"Fine, let's make a deal."

"And what would that be?"

You leaned down. Making yourself more eye level to him as your own grin appeared. "Read to me and I'll fuck you whilst you wear your pretty skirt."

His breathing stuttered as he clutched his book. Looking up at you with flushed cheeks.

"Read- like outloud?"

You hummed, signifing he was correct. Smiling as your fingers trailed under the skirt, caressing his ass as he shuddered. Steven hugged his hand close to his chest as he thought. Only needing a moment before he nodded.

"Since you're so eager, I might as well." He tried to hide his excitement but it was written all over his face.

You just let out a 'uh huh' as you lifted him up from his seat. Flipping up his skirt as you slid behind him. You made quick work of freeing yourself from your pants and boxers. Rubbing your length against him through his underwear. The chair leaned back as you moved your other hand down to the fabric. They were so lovely, you didn't want to ruin them but you didn't want to get rid of them either.

Steven stiffened as he leaned against the table. You moved the underwear to sidez thankful the fabric was abit more stretchy. And what waited for you underneath had your heart fluttering. You couldn't stop the laugh that escaped you as you tapped the base of his buttplug.

"And you said I was eager."

He let out a whine as you pulled it, giving it a few thrusts back and forth as he clutched his book. You leaned against his back as you watched it slide out of him. It came out with a wet pop, he must of used a generous amount of lube. You placed the plug on the table away from you both.

Ever so eager for you. You just wanted to squeeze him.

Placing your hands on his ass cheeks you began to spread them. Watching him clench around nothing as you squeezed. Loving how your fingers dug into his round ass. God, you loved their butt so much. So plump and perky. Perfect to squeeze and dig your nails into.

"I bet you've been waiting all day for this - was my poor baby lonely?"

He nodded his head. Looking at you over his glasses as they fell down his nose. Biting his tongue to stop himself from begging. He wanted to keep up his little facade. All day you were either on your phone or doing work. Barely giving him any attention unless he sat next to you. You really didn't mean to ignore him, you had alot of projects you needed to get done and couldn't afford to be distracted.

"You ignored me." He huffed. Whilst he completely understood why that didn't stop the sting it left on his heart. Perhaps he was spoiled, he was so use to you always giving him your time.

All day he had to listen to Marc and Jake bicker. It was hard to be lonley when he always had company but it wasn't the same. He wanted your company. Espically when the two couldn't decide on what they wanted to do for future plans. Making comments about how they should front since you were ignoring him.

He couldn't stand it. So he did what he knew would get your attention. He was just thankful by the time he was ready, you had already stopped working.

You both let out a moan as you guided his hips down. Watching your cock disappear into his hole inch by inch. A wet squealch filling the room from the left over lube. Stevens knees buckled you bottomed out. You gave one thrust up to test your movement and wanted to drool. His ass jiggling as your thighs met his cheeks.

You REALLY loved his butt.

You held him down as you got comfortable. Adjusting the chair to be closer to the table. He leaned his elbows on it as he squirmed. He wanted to move so bad. He turned his attention to his book whilst fixing his glasses and began to read.

"Remember, outloud."

You kissed his shoulder as he let out a rushed 'right'. His words came out shaky as he stumbled through them. Hyper aware of the way your cock twitched in him as he clenched. It was a book about the study of the ancient waters. All mythical as it delved into the history and ideas behind them all.

At one point he seemingly forgot his current situation. Just happily reading as he focused more and more on the words before him. Voice growing confident as he made a few comments here and there. Explaining things to you when you asked.

Your arms were wrapped around your torso as you hugged him close to your chest. With a deep inhale you could smell the cologne he was wearing. It lingered on his clothes due to how much he used. A bad habit he had due to his nerves. His voice was all you tried to focus on. You barely got to hear it today. This was perfect.

But then a small voice in your brain had to storm in. Whispering mischief in your ear as you listened to him talk.

With a small smile you thrusted up. He let out a gasp as if he finally remembered he had a dick inside of him.

"Keep reading."

He tried to get back to his previous flow but you kept randomly moving your hips. Your smile growing wider as you listened to the way he gasped out his words. Holding back his moans to finish a sentence. Trying so hard to concentrate when the tip of your dick just brushed on his prostate.

"Logically, the animals we've- we've not discovered yet arrre- oh FUCK-" he was completely cut off by one big thrust.

You lifted yourself out of the chair slightly, keeping him flush to you as you started to pick up a steady rhythm. Skin slapping against skin as your thrusts got quicker.

"The ones that are difficult to detect, which m-means it would be very rare for people- right there- please-! Oh please keep doing that!"

His forehead pressed into his book as he rolled his hips back. Trying to meet your pace as your dick kissed his prostate. Steven suddenly grabbed one of your wrists as he let out a whine.

"Please please please please-!"

Was all he could let out as you finally stood up. His feet were barely on the chairs legs as he gripped the table. Eyes rolling back as you pounded into him. Only moans and whimpers came out of him as his book was completely abandoned. The table rocked and scraped against the floor as you slammed yourself into his needy hole.

One of your hands reached out as his feet finally hit the floor. Steadying himself as you grabbed his hair. Pulling on his thick curly locks as he let out a scream. His cock aching inside his underwear as the force you were thrusting into him made him grind against the fabric.

"So pretty- my pretty boy." You hissed out as your grip on his hair grew tighter. His walls practically hugging you. "Does my pretty boy like getting fucked like this?"

"Yes-!" He sputtered out.

Steven let out a gasp as you pulled down his underwear. The lace let out a small rip at your yanking. Pre-cum drooled out of him and got on the floor. The cool air nipping at the flushed head of his cock. It slapped against his stomach as he suddenly jolted. Your palm hitting down on his ass, hard.

"Fucking slut."

He gasped at the word. You've never called him that before. You've never been this rough either. It was all going straight to his dick as he let out another whine. You were normally so gentle him with him. Even when you got heated you always held back. Treating him like a fragile doll but right now? You were anything but gentle.

Another slap hit the forming red mark on his cheek as he melwed. Panting as his hair stuck to his forehead. His legs shaking as you spanked him again.

It was all too much. He bit his trembling lip as your pace grew sloppy. First sign you were close.

"Cum inside me, please." He pleaded. Voice desperate and whiny as he looked at you over his shoulder.

You took in a deep breath as you chased your own release. Striking down on his ass one more time just to watch it jiggle. Your hold on his hair loosened as you tugged at it. Scratching his scalp between them as you threw your head back.

You let out a strangled groan as you spilled inside. Painting his walls white as you kept thrusting in. Fucking your cum deeper inside of his cute ass.

Steven whimpered as his own released was yanked out of him. His cum splattering all over the floor as you pulled out. He was an utter mess. Flush cheeks and messy hair. Sweat on his brow. He clenched around air as your cum oozed out of him.

He was a sight to behold.

"Can I take a picture?" You rushed out. Steven blinked as he processed your request.

Letting out a meek "ok" as you fished out your phone. Cursing as camera wasn't turning on quick enough. You were just able to capture the moment, cum still drooling from his cock.

You showed him the picture which made him whine. "Look how pretty you look~"

He didn't know his face could get any hotter. Seeing himself like that. He felt himself twitch before burying his face in his book. Letting a grumble as you put your phone on the table.

Once you gathered yourself you wrapped an arm around him, pulling him towards the bathroom as he leaned against you. Nuzzling into your neck as you turned on the hot water. You helped each other get undressed as you let him sit down. The water rolling down his head as he leaned against the tiles. You sat down with him. Massaging shampoo into his hair as he hummed.

It was cramped but you didn't mind. Just enjoying finally having time to spend with your sweet boyfriend.

[petertingle-yipyip]

SWEET HIBISCUS TEA - STEVEN GRANT

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

Word Count: 3,326

Summary: A day in the museum leads to a missed date… Which leads to a second date?

Sometimes, it was easy to forget why you moved to London.

It was really nice overall and you loved the views and the rain, but the people sometimes made you want to kick yourself. They were pushy and always in a rush, short in response and rather stuck-up. But you were always kind enough, offering small conversation when at work or trying to help people that were struggling to carry too much. They tended to just shoo you away or say as few words as possible - most times without so much as a ‘thank you’ - so you spent more time to yourself than with any sort of social group.

Not that you minded that much.

You were wandering your favorite museum one afternoon by yourself. You finally had time to intently spend time at the Ancient Egyptian exhibit and you were beyond excited. It was the most interesting in your opinion, so you saved it for a day when you had nothing to do but wander the museum. Though that excitement was short-lived when you couldn’t find someone to show you around.

You walked the area four or five times, but it seemed to have no one working at the time other than the few security guards posted near exits. With a small huff, you turned to find anyone who worked at the museum for help.

“Excuse me?” You asked the man at the gift shop counter.

His head shot up quickly and you made a small noise of surprise. You took a quiet moment to see him, curly hair that was a slight mess. Wide, kind eyes that carried his lack of sleep. A jacket that seemed intended to hide him from the world.

“Hello.” He smiled slightly. “How can I help?”

“I was over at the Egypt displays but I can’t find any tour guides.” You explained with a polite smile. “It’s just..” You sighed and his brows raised slightly. “I’m kinda excited to finally have time to be over there and I don’t wanna waste it. I know it’s a little dorky but..”

“It’s not dorky at all.” He shook his head.

“You don’t think so?” You chuckled nervously.

“Not at all.” He smiled and you grinned back, feeling your nerves settle a bit at his kindness. “Egypt, yeah. Yeah, that’s my favorite exhibit, actually.” He nodded excitedly and your smile grew a little wider.

You couldn’t stop yourself from taking the opportunity.

“Maybe you could show me around then? I bet you know all the fun facts..”

His cheeks flushed slightly.

“Unless there’s someone already over there?” You tried somewhat awkwardly to recover.

“I would.” He nodded quickly, holding a hand to his chest and the other out towards you. “I would love to, but I- I can’t. I’m not a tour guide. Just-“ He picked up one of the items from the basket on the counter before dropping it. “Just work the gift shop. But if you want jelly scorpions, I’m your man.”

“As tempting as those are…” You laughed and he chuckled lightly. “I actually have some time to wait.” You offered as you leaned your palms onto the counter. “I’m not in any hurry if you want to show me around after your shift?”

“I’d love to, yeah.” He smiled widely. “Yeah, definitely. Uh-“ He looked around until he found the clock on the wall behind him. “I’m off in about half hour.”

“Perfect.” You smiled and he grinned. “I’ll be on that bench.” You pointed to one of the benches near the gift shop.

“Alright.” He nodded with a smile. “See ya in a bit.”

You gave a quick nod with a smile before heading to your chosen bench. You pulled your old sketch pad from your bag, along with your thermos. You kept stealing peaks at the man behind the counter as your pencil glided along the pages, creating a quick sketch of your soon to be personal tour guide. You sipped your tea while creating your drawing, and by time he met up with you again, your drawing and tea were done.

“Hiya.” He said gently, fingers fiddling with each other as he stood in front of you.

“Hey, perfect timing.” You smiled and you saw him light up. “This is for you.” You ripped out the drawing and handed it to him.

“Wow.” He sighed as he examined the drawing. You were tucking your pad, pencil, and cup away while he simply stared at the drawing. “It’s amazing.”

You chuckled and shifted your bag on your shoulder. “Thanks. Just something quick to pass the time.” You shrugged.

“Oh!” He said suddenly and you quirked a brow. “These are for you.”

“Wow.” You smirked as he handed you the small bag of candies. “My own bag of jelly scorpions. Thank you.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s nothing.” He tried to seem casual but you could see the smile he was trying to hold back.

“Ready?”

He nodded excitedly before safely tucking the drawing into his own bag. He motioned for you to follow and you did, listening intently to every word he said. You knew it wouldn’t all stick, but maybe that’d be an excuse to come back and have him show you around again.

Your attention was caught on him more often than the exhibits. You watched his eyes light up and the expressions he made as he gestured to the displays or pointed to a small detail someone else wouldn’t have noticed. You had been snacking on the candies he gave you and you made sure to offer him one when he met your eyes every so often. It always made him trip over his words when your eyes got soft and you tilted the bag towards him.

He got particularly excited to point out an error on the promotional banner so he grabbed your hand and tugged you behind him. You let out a small shriek of surprise before you giggled as you two practically ran across the exhibit.

“Oy, Stevie!” A woman called out suddenly, interrupting his explanation of the two missing deities. “I swear if that’s you again.”

“Steven.” He muttered with a roll of his head, as if he was tired of her getting his name wrong. “Hello, Donna.”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Actually, I’m glad you’re here. There’s been a major blunder on the prom-“

“You’re not a bloody tour guide.” She scolded. “How many times I gotta tell you that?”

“No, I know. But you see, I’m not wor-“

“I don’t wanna hear it.” She held a hand in front of him to silence him. He immediately stopped talking, shrinking in on himself a bit.

“Hang on.” You stepped in, squeezing his hand slightly. He looked over at you quickly as if he had forgotten your hands were intertwined. “I asked him to show me around. No one else was around and I walked the area at least five times… You can’t get mad at him when your actual tour guides are nowhere to be found.”

“I-“ She began, as if your defense was clearly unexpected. “I’m sorry, but he’s not a tour guide. Let me get you on with someone who is. He just works the gift shop.”

“And?” You shrugged and her jaw fell open a bit. “He’s not working right now, making this none of your business. Not to mention he clearly knows more about this than anyone else in this place.”

“What is this?” She chuckled in annoyance, pointing between you and him. “Some shabby excuse for a date?”

“I don’t like you.” You said plainly with a tilt of your head.

She huffed and shot him a glare before stomping off. You made a face of disdain behind her back before side stepping and standing in front of your new friend. He was still watching the lady - Donna - walking away with an annoyed expression on his face.

“Hey..” You said gently, shaking the hands that were still connected. “You okay?”

“Hmm?” His attention snapped to you. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. She does that all the time.” He shrugged.

“She’s awful.” You frowned and he chuckled.

“A bit, yeah.” He nodded.

“You were telling me about the banner?” You tried, seeing if you could get his focus back on something that excited him.

“Right.” He smiled slightly before going back into his rant about the missing gods.

By the time he had walked you through the entire exhibit, it was dark out. You hadn’t realized how much time had passed but it made sense considering just how much knowledge he was able to give you. You two were walking down the steps, your arms linked together.

“That was really fun.” You smiled softly. “Thanks for taking the time.”

“Yeah, no, pleasure’s all mine. Thanks for listening.” He said nervously.

“I’m Y/N, by the way… Don’t remember if I said that already.”

“Steven.” He smiled. “With a- With a V…” He drew the letter with his free hand and it made you giggle.

“Well, Steven.” You turned to face him. “There’s a bookstore down the way that I was gonna visit tomorrow… Do you wanna come with me?”

“Are…” He chuckled nervously. “Are you asking me on a date?”

“Yeah.” You laughed and he smiled widely.”Yeah, I am.”

He nodded excitedly before clearing his throat and nodding once firmly. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Great.” You smiled. “Here’s my number.” You wrote your phone number on the back of his hand. “I’ll meet you here around 10am and we’ll go together. How’s that?”

“10am. Yup. Perfect.” He nodded quickly.

You giggled slightly before leaning up and putting a gentle kiss on his cheek. You didn’t really know him but something about him was so sweet and welcoming, you felt drawn to him.

“You smell like hibiscus.” He said gently, in awe almost.

“Yeah, sorry, it was my tea.” You giggled.

“It’s nice.”

“You’re very sweet.” You said softly and you saw a blush cross his cheeks. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The next morning, you sat on the museum steps. You doodled in your sketch pad, a random tree on the other side of the street or a dog that was rummaging through the trash can. You drew the weeds that were breaking through cracks in the sidewalk and a kid with a balloon at the bus stop.

You checked your phone and saw no messages, no missed calls. The time was about half past ten so you sighed sadly. Steven had missed your date, and you were so busy getting lost in his big brown puppy dog eyes that you didn’t get his number. So you packed up and went to the bookstore on your own.

Days later, you were at work. The diner was bustling and you had finally reached a point where all your tables were taken care of. You were talking to one of the line cooks when your phone vibrated in your apron. You pulled it out and saw a call from an unknown number. You sighed to yourself and stepped away to answer it.

“Hello?” You said simply, hoping to keep the annoyance from your voice.

“Hi.. It’s uh- It’s Steven… From the museum.” He said nervously.

“Yeah, I figured…”

“I’m sorry I missed the bookstore this morning. I overslept and barely woke up and-“

“Steven?” You tried but his rambling continued.

“-and I feel terrible. If there’s anyway I can-“

“Steven.”

“-make it up to you… If you give me another chance, Y/N, I promise-“

“Steven.” You insisted.

“Yeah?”

“That was Sunday…”

“Was?”

“It’s Wednesday.” You explained gently. “Wednesday night.”

You could tell the explanation was genuine, that he was truly sorry that he didn’t show. But sleeping through four days? That didn’t make sense to you.

“What?” He asked sadly. “No, no I- I just woke up.… I- I slept through three and a half days?”

You were quiet for a moment while you thought of a response. Do you ask him on another date? What if it just happens again? He could be lying… But Steven didn’t strike you as a liar or a flake.

“How about this?” You offered. “My shift at the diner is over in about an hour… We can go to dinner after - on me - and talk about what happened. How does that sound?”

“Really?” He asked hopefully and you couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, that’s perfect. And it’s on me. I owe you that much at least.. What diner?”

“Peggy Sue’s, the classic American 50’s place.”

“Right, right, okay. Peggy Sue’s in an hour. See ya then, love.”

“Right.” You smiled with a quick nod before ending the call. You huffed and shoved your phone away, wondering if that was the best decision.

“Y/N! Food’s up!” The cook called.

“On it!” You replied, diving back into work.

The next hour became a nightmare very quickly. You had to cash out all of your tables at seemingly the same time while the hostess sat three more in your section. The other side of the diner was trying to flag you down and ask for things, which you only assisted with because they were small things. A refill on their soda, a new straw, extra napkins, ketchup.

“Where the hell is Sarah?” You asked the line cook when you found a second to catch your breath. A glass of water was slid to you and you offered a salute as thanks.

“Seventeenth smoke break.” He exaggerated and you groaned.

“Are we sure it’s just cigarettes? She seemed a little sniffly to me.” You tapped your nose and exaggerated a sniff as you put your glass down.

He snorted a laugh and slid your next set of plates to you. “Go do your job.” He laughed.

“And hers.” You complained. You were turning with a full tray when the hostess popped up in front of you. You were barely able to stop from dropping the plates on the both of you.

“I sat one in your section.” She said timidly.

“You double sat me?” You groaned and sidestepped her. “Carrie, I need to be out of here on time tonight. I have plans.”

“I know. He’s the last one, I promise..” She hurried as she followed behind you as you shook your head. “But he- he came in asking for you specifically and swore you wouldn’t mind. Not to mention, Sarah is nowhere to be found and her tables are yelling at me and I- I’m gonna cry.”

“Alright. Here’s what we’re gonna do.” You stopped at the pass-out to gather silverware. “Go check on Sarah’s tables. Make sure they have drinks and all their orders are taken. If anyone who doesn’t have food asks about it, just say there was an issue with the system and we input them again. And you can ask what it was so you can ‘double check on it’. That new table- did you get a drink order?”

“I forgot.” She said sadly, her eyes glistening with tears. “But- but he has a menu!”

You sighed slightly.

“Okay, it’s fine. You go to Sarah’s section. I’ll handle mine. And when we get this under control, I’m gonna kill Sarah before I clock out.”

She nodded vigorously and you quickly began figuring out your section. You apologized for delays, nodded while people threw snippy comments at you, and made mental notes of all the new things people were asking for. You finally made your way to the new table, eyes down on your notepad and pen in hand.

“Hi.” You said with fake positivity. “So sorry it took so long. Two girls and a whole diner does not bode well for us.” You laughed weakly. “Can I get a drink started for you? We have sodas, water, tea, and beer. The beer is bottled and tea was brewed a little over an hour ago. I can put it on ice or hot. What are you thinking?”

“Hello.” He said happily, drawing out the word a bit.

You picked your eyes up and saw Steven sitting in front of you. You sighed in amusement and put your hand with your notepad on your hip while you leaned against the booth beside him. He smiled up at you innocently while you chuckled.

“What are you doing?” You asked with a playful accusation.

“I didn’t want to be late again.”

“Waitress!” The other side of the diner called.

“Looks like it’s my turn to apologize.” You sighed and pushed yourself up. “I’ll get you a drink while you wait.”

“A tea is fine.” He nodded. “And take your time. I’d hate to be the reason you rush.”

“Hello? Waitress?”

“Okay, my favorite line cook is working tonight so I can get him to brew this cup fresh.” You winked and he smiled widely. “Green, black, chamomile, or hibiscus?”

“Green.”

“Iced or hot?”

“Waitress!”

“Hot, please.. Do you need to go help them?”

You glanced over your shoulder and saw the couple waving a credit card with an expectant expression. You held a finger up and turned back to Steven.

“They can wait…” You said with a smile and he chuckled. “So hot green tea. Do you like it sweetened? My mom used to sweeten her green tea with honey.”

“Yeah?” He smiled softly and you hummed a response. “Let’s try mum’s way.”

“Perfect. I’ll be right back.”

“Can you make sure you make a hibiscus for yourself?” He added when you turned to leave. “That way you have more reason to come over here.”

“Smooth.” You chuckled before hurrying to the other side.

It took about twenty minutes for you and your hostess to get the diner back under control. You probably could’ve done it sooner if you hadn’t been making your side trips to Steven’s table. But your stops at his table where you got him to smile or he made you laugh made that nightmare of a shift that much better.

Many of the tables yelled at you. Some were understanding. A couple of Sarah’s tables tipped you instead or told you to split it with your hostess. One table even asked about the cook, and when you told them you only had one on staff, they tipped him too. Sarah finally returned and tried to argue with you about stealing her tips, but you pushed past her and flipped her off.

Finally, you were able to meet up with Steven and go out for dinner. He took you to a steak restaurant closer to his apartment and you two were able to get there just before the kitchen closed.

“I wasn’t sure about giving you a second date, yknow.” You teased after about an hour of conversation and jokes.

“Second?” His brows furrowed.

“Yeah.. Our first was the museum.” You nodded simply, answering as if it was obvious.

“Was it?” He chuckled. “Well I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“Mhmm, mhmm. I did.” You grinned.

“If I had realized this was a second date, I would’ve taken you somewhere simpler.” He made a face that made you giggle. “What?” He smiled.

“You picked this place cause you thought it was the first date.” You laughed, dropping your fork and lifting your hand to cover your mouth. “I’m sorry, it’s just- It’s cute. It’s really cute.”

“What?” He laughed with you. “I didn’t wanna look like a- a- a knob.”

“You would’ve been a cute knob.” You nodded with a wide smile still.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re lovely.” He said sweetly, reaching across the table to cover your hand with his. “Especially when you laugh.”

“You think so? Is that why you keep making jokes?” You raised your brows playfully.

“I’d be a stand-up comedian if it’d make you happy.” He smiled softly.

“You’re quite possibly the sweetest guy I’ve ever met.” You said sweetly.

“How’s about a third date then, hmm?” He asked nervously.

“You read my mind.”

[musings-of-a-rose]

Moon Knight Masterlist

*=indicates smut or eventual smut (see fic warnings for details)

One Shots:

Ask: How Lucky We Are

Ask: Emergency Contact

Ask: Inventory

Ask: I'm Proud of You

Ask: Three's Actually a Company

Ask: Love Is the Drug

Series Masterlists:

Coming Soon

[bal-ismyname]

━━━━“𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑„

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬:

reader begging steven to sleep after a long day of work, unfortunately he was persistent on staying awake because of his 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳.

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚:

╰─▸ fluff

╰─▸ sleepy steven

(𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫. 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤, 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙞 𝙖𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 T-T)

you were currently in the kitchen of your boyfriend's apartment preparing dinner after seeing it was almost time for him to leave work in a few hours. you rarely stay the night at his place – mostly cause steven doesn't let you – you had a place of your own not too far from his apartment. no matter how many times you asked and begged for you to move in with him – vice versa – he never gives in.

its just..his afraid of you leaving him cause of his sleeping order, he's lucky enough to even had caught your interest in the first place and even become your lover, he didn't wanna loose you, you were like a precious artifact for him – and artifact he won't sell to nobody no matter how much money one would offer.

you asked him about his disorder, but whenever you do he'd just avoid the question or change the subject. now, you were not a very patient person – and you wanted to know very badly, but also wait til' he was ready to spill the beans.

a deep sigh left your mouth as you look at the time on your phone, "he's gonna be home any minute now. guess i still have time to prep—" before you could even say another word the door open revealing steven himself.

closing and locking the door behind him he sees you making your eyes meet one another, a smile crept up on his face as he walks towards you and hugging you smaller frame close to his warm body, you hugged back – putting your arms around his neck "welcome home, hun" he squeezed you tighter, hearing the nickname and his smile became wider "glad to be home, love"

he looks over your shoulder to see the food you had just finished cooking "gods, what did i do to ever deserve you" he pulls your head closer to him and kissing the side of you head just above your eyes "hmm, let's eat?" you asked which he agreed to.

after dinner you had laid on his bed, cuddled up into a ball whilst he reads his book, you smiled at how cute and at the same time handsome he was with his little reading glasses. suddenly your phone vibrated under the pillow. it was time for bed.

"steven.." you called which he hummed at the sound of his name being called "It's time for bed" he stops and looked between you then his book – thinking on what he should do – a side of him didn't wanna go to sleep, but seeing you in his bed, hugging his pillow, he just wanted to lay beside you and pull you close to him and let sleep take over him.

"um..in a minute?" he tries to go back to reading "steven" you called for him again, voice a bit more stern than before "i'll be in bed in just a sec, m'kay love?" he smiled at you shyly as he goes back to his book. you sighed "just five more minutes..then bed" steven thanked you.

after five minutes steven was still reading, a different book this time. he had thought you'd be asleep by now, but no, he was wrong "steven" you called, yawning right after "just a few more minutes..?" you glared at him, although it was barely a glare cause of the tired look on your face.

you stood up from the bed and walked over to him – hugging him from the back, putting your arms around his neck and nuzzling your face on top of his head – feeling his fluffy hair on your face "please, steven?" you whine a little.

after hearing a sigh leave his mouth you knew you had one, you smiled "alright love, you win. let's go to bed"

"comfy?" he asks pulling the blankets over the both of you – you were cuddled against him "mhm" right after you immediately fell asleep, soft snores leaving your mouth. steven kisses the top of you head, closing his eyes and soon enough he had fallen asleep as well

safe to say the couple fell asleep with no problems at all.

(short, i know. if there's any mistakes please forgive me. have a nice day, night or whatever time zone you are in rn)

[avatar-of-procrastination]

Hcs for the moonboys reacting to your baby bump? 🥺 the idea of dad!marc/steven/jake just melts my hearttt

YES ANON!! The moonboys would make amazing fathers. Can you imagine just how soft they'd be??

Also, The boys have collectively decided to call their child a star.

Warnings : None!! Just fluffy fluff <3

Credits to @firefly-graphics for the divider! Gifs used not mine

(English is not my first language. Please pardon any spelling/grammatical mistakes)

Steven would just want to hug your baby bump all day long. He would be absolutely smitten by your swollen belly. If you were in the kitchen whipping up something for your cravings, he'd slowly hug your belly from behind and soothingly rub his palms up and down. At night, Steven would make you lie on your back and position himself by your bump and sing lullabies to his little star while you ran your hands through his hair.

Marc would be terrified to be around you, fearing that he'd become like his mother with his own child. He would try to distance himself from you at first but when you excitedly brought his palm to your belly and felt a kick, he'd melt. Nothing could have prepared him for the amount of love he felt for his unborn child. He would swear to be nothing like his mother and would basically worship you every chance he had. Your bump would always have his arms securing it. In the night, Marc makes sure that you're comfortable in bed and would hug you from behind, hand gently resting on your belly. Marc would do everything to keep his starlight safe.

Jake would be very handsy with you, especially after you started showing. He made a few enemies in his line of work and will be extra careful with you around him. You guys are going out to shop for something? Jake has his hands around you and your belly. You're at home, lazing on the couch? Jake is lying next to you, tracing patterns on your bump, occasionally kissing it softly. Nightimes are the best with Jake because he positions himself onto the headrest and guides you on top of him. He will massage your shoulders and neck, praising and thanking you for carrying a piece of him in you. Before dozing off, you'd always hear him swear to protect his estrella (star) no matter what.

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[dilfs-bitch]

Jake Lockley X Reader - Regret It

Summary : Jake regrets what he did, but realizes it’s too late.

Word account : 772

Tags : Metion of Layla, angst, cheating, break up.

A/n : I wrote this for Jake based on that song "Romantic Homicide" Not so good but I needed to write this drabble about him. I'll probably delete later, sorry if there any grammatical mistakes, English not and my first language and thanks for the followers.

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" Te extraño cariño "

" Cariño " it was so different to hear this word coming out of his mouth now, it was not like the other times you smiled and your heart was filled with joy every time he said it, now it seemed empty. Something so special has become a normal and bland word.

" Is too late and you know it "

" It’s not too late for us, mi vida I can do different " He held your hand looking right in your eyes.

You tried to remember any memory of someday he begging you for anything is all you found was memories of you begging him, there were so many times that you begged him not to disappear for so long, you begged more times than you would like to admit for him to show feel anything for you, were so many times that you begged him to love you.

About her? Layla didn’t even have to try, she never had to do anything to get his love. It hurt to see the way his eyes lit up the first time he saw her and even though your heart didn’t want to admit your head already knew.

It took some time for you to finally accept that the man you loved was in love with another woman. Each time he was kind, he faced more often, sometimes he’d fight with the other alters and all that because he wanted to be around her in a way he never wanted with you. There were so many nights that you stayed awake crying desperately to take that feeling away from you, the fucking sense of betrayal and to be used, only used that’s what you had been, used so he could take his frustration out on you in and out of the room.

That’s how it worked, he disappeared for days and weeks, sometimes even months, without any calls or text message and when he finally come back, frustrated for spending so many days out doing the hard job, and then he was yelling at you for ask a simple question that’s how end in sex until you woke up in the middle of the night and he was gone. It hurt so bad finally accept that you were just someone insignificant.

So you did what he did, disappeared for days, weeks and only six months later he started calling you desperately, texting you begging to know where you were, It seemed stupid to answer his messages but you did and told him where you was, there's a part of you that wanted to know what changed and you knew, Layla was gone, dealing with the three was too much that he came to you, as he always did. Cause he knew no matter what happened you’d be waiting for him, like you’ve always done since the day you met him.

" There never was us " You pushed your hand away from him, who frowned confused by your rejection.

" No me hagas esto Y/n " He took a deep breath pressing the tip of his nose, as he always did when he was frustrated.

He ran his hands in the face the panic growing bigger and bigger when you didn’t seem to care about anything he was saying, and his heart was pressed with the memory of you who used to beg him to love you and for the first time he found out how bad it was to beg for someone, and yet he was willing to beg to feel your love again.

" Voy a hacer las cosas diferentes cariño "

" You can’t. cause I killed you Jake and I don’t regret it" You swallowed dry trying to control the mixed emotions that grew inside you. " I’m tired of waiting for you"

" Ple-" He started.

" Don’t make me hate you more " Your looks connect for a fraction of a second before you get up and walk away without even looking back.

Your eyes as intense as ever, but this time had a small difference and maybe it was that, was the hatred you felt for him now, Jake rested his head against the palms closing his eyes, his chest gasping, he did not notice immediately until the tears were running down his face, vulnerability was never his thing but there he was trying at all costs to keep his walls even if they were already break down in the instant you got up and walked out that door. Jake felt so sorry for what he did, but he couldn’t do anything, it was too late when he finally realized he loved you.

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Translate:

Te extraño cariño - I miss you

No me hagas esto - Don't do this to me.

Voy a hacer las cosas diferentes - I’ll make things different

Cariño - Baby .

[of-house-atreides]

He Said, She Said | Part 5

Summary: spicy things happen? a bit? idk

Pairing: Steven x reader x Marc | Jake x reader

Words: 2977

A/N: I've worked a total of 57 hours this week, over 48h in a row without any breaks (I'm actually still at work lol 🤪) so I apologize for whatever this is but I hope you like it! Please, remember that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there!

Warnings: mentions of murder, suicide, blood, smut, oral, piv without protection (do not do this IRL, your life isn't written by a sucky fanfic writer who doesn't want to get you pregnant cause a baby would not be good storytelling rn), suit kink? idk

18+ minors dni!

Masterlist

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

They didn’t like each other. They didn’t like each other at all.

Now that the cat was out of the bag, Khonshu had appeared again to Steven and Marc and had returned their suit to them, like a temptation.

Harrow was dead, Jake had killed him, Marc’s emancipation from the moon God had been of no consequence. Well, at least he didn’t pull the trigger himself. Sort of.

Jake avoided them by all means. Neither Steven nor Marc could reach him in their mind. He only talked to you, only fronted for you, well, you and Khonshu.

Days were for Steven, evenings were for Marc, nights were for Jake.

And you loved every second of every day.

It wasn’t easy, you knew that, but it didn’t scare you away. Finding out Jake had killed Harrow had almost destroyed Marc and it had been a very long weekend for all of them to find an arrangement they could live with. Not be happy with, but could live with. Because although Marc refused to kill anymore, Jake loved to be Khonshu’s fist of vengeance.

He had seemed ready to kill Jake by any means, even if it meant killing himself. But then there was Steven. He didn’t want to hurt Steven. And he didn’t want to hurt you. He didn’t want to leave you.

You could see the agony on his face as you cleaned his bloody hand after he had punched the mirror in the bathroom while in an argument with Jake.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

That was all he could say. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He whispered it over and over again. Like it was his fault.

“You’re not responsible for Jake’s actions, Marc.”

“How can you be okay with this?” he asked. It wasn’t an accusation. He wanted to know, because he wanted the pain to go away. Because you loved him so much you were ready to forgive and forget Jake’s nightly activities, his former activities, and he wanted to accept himself as you accepted him.

“Remember when you killed… him?”

He scoffed. Of course he remembered.

“Maybe it makes me a bad person, but I’m glad you killed him. And you weren’t sad about it either, if I remember correctly.”

“He hurt you. He deserved it.”

“Exactly. Khonshu only goes after bad people, you know that.”

“I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t kill Harrow. Even though… even though that left the entire world at risk…”

“Killing isn’t easy when you’re a good person, Marc,” you said as you wrapped a bandage around his wounded knuckles. “In that moment you wanted to do good. You thought you were doing the right thing, and you were. Life is complicated Marc. Harrow might have died in that hospital, or someone might have found him and freed Ammit and more people would have died. You wanted what Khonshu and Jake wanted, to punish them for their deeds, and to stop more people from dying. You’re not so different. Nothing is forcing you to wear that suit, Marc. And if you want to, you could wear it, but it doesn’t mean you need to kill. You can protect people. Use it for good. Make amends. Until your hands feel clean. Until you feel like you’re doing some good.”

He gave you a small smile as you cupped his cheek with your hand that he covered with his.

“I don’t deserve you. You’re too good for me.”

“No, I’m not. I’m very lucky to have you. All of you.”

“Even Jake?” he questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“All of you,” you repeated as you stepped closer. “You should get to know him better. He’s a funny guy.”

“He’s a murderer.”

“We all have our flaws,” you shrugged and he chuckled.

You tiptoed to reach his face and pressed your lips against his. He helped you, wrapping an arm around you and lifting you off your feet. A laugh escaped you, making him smile against your mouth.

“I love you,” he said, brushing your hair away from your face.

“I love you too.”

He brought you to the couch where he gently laid you down and pulled your pants and panties down your legs, making you giggle.

“Marc!”

He pressed his lips against your ankle then kissed his way up your leg and thigh. You gasped as he reached the place between your legs and his mouth found your clit, making you moan. You bit your lips at the still new sensation that it was. You’d only become intimate with them recently and Steven knew about as much as you did. But Marc, he knew what he was doing, and he aimed to please you. You quickly came undone under his skilled tongue, your orgasm having you make sounds only he could get from you.

“Oh, love, sorry about that,” Steven said as he emerged, sitting back on his knee, between your legs, as he came to replace Marc.

“Steven, baby,” you whispered as you reached for him and he leaned over to you instantly.

“I know Marc’s better at this,” he chuckled awkwardly, his hot breath reaching your face as he was inches from you. “I’ll try and get him back, just wait a second.”

“Steven, don’t you dare go anywhere,” you said as you wrapped your naked legs around his back, pulling him to you.

You fumbled with his pants for a moment before he helped you pull them down, exposing his erected length.

“Are you sure? Cause…”

“Steven,” you cut him off, “I’ll always want you.”

You slid your hands in his curls and pulled him into a hungry kiss, your mouth almost devouring his. You rolled your hips against his, hoping he’d get the message, and you could feel his hesitation. He had learnt from Marc they were quite big and he needed to get you ready for him, but there was no time for that, not for you, and you made sure to make him understand how much you wanted it, now.

A loud, long moan escaped you as he entered you. He bit his lips, trying to keep his own groan from escaping his throat. It resulted in a grunt that could have made you come again on its own.

“God…” he said as he called your name and stopped moving, making you whine.

“What?”

“We forgot…”

“What?” you urged him to finish as you squeezed your legs around him, begging him to move again.

“We forgot the condom.”

“Don’t worry about it, I want to feel you, Steven.”

“But…”

“Please, Steven, please, move.”

Steven could never refuse you, especially when you were begging him like that. You moved together, your slow pace picking up gradually as you kissed each other, on the lips, the face, the neck, the shoulder… your moans echoing inside his flat with his grunts as you grew closer to your climax.

“I’m…”

“Me too, don’t stop.”

“Are you sure? I could pull out, just say the word, love.”

“Don’t you dare, Steven Grant! Please, come, please come inside me!”

Fuck. How could he refuse you?

His face fell into your neck, a groan escaping him as he spilled himself into you, your orgasm shattering every part of you as you buried your face into his shoulder.

“I love you,” he said between two heavy breaths.

“I love you too, Steven,” you replied before you kissed his cheek. “I’ll always love you.”

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Marc was done with the vigilante life. He left it all to Jake. Steven wouldn’t say no to protect some innocents and save some people but Marc wouldn’t allow it. Too dangerous. And it was a slippery slope. Anything could happen during a fight. Killing someone was too easy, especially with the suit’s powers.

“I could be an Avenger,” Steven said one night as you were lying in bed together.

You smiled. “Yeah. Mr. Knight sounds like a great name for an Avenger.”

“I know right!” he beamed at you, making you chuckle.

“What does Khonshu think?” you asked and he grimaced.

“I don’t want to ask him. I’d be very happy never to see that old pigeon again.”

“Can’t he… can’t he hear you?” you whispered, Steven insulting the God making you worry.

“Nah, he’s not here. He only comes for Jake now.”

“Well, good,” you sighed. You weren’t too sure how to feel about living around a God. “Steven,” you called in a murmur, biting your lower lip.

“Yeah?”

“Can you um… could you… you know… show me the suit again?”

He sat up suddenly, your request taking him by surprise. You could see his excitement on his face. Steven heard Marc chuckle inside his head.

“You wanna see the suit again?” he asked, remembering well what had happened the first time you saw it.

“Please?”

“Yeah,” he nodded as he moved to kneel before you.

Almost instantly the shiny white suit came to replace his dark blue sleepwear and you reached for him with a frown on your face.

“Wait, you went too fast!”

“What do you mean?” he gave you a confused look.

“Do it again, take it off.”

He chuckled, confused, thinking you were joking. But he could see from the look on your face you weren’t joking at all.

”O-okay,” he shrugged.

You watched intensely as the suit unwrapped itself from him to reveal his blue sweater. It was fascinating, the way the fabric came from nowhere and returned to nowhere. You wondered how it worked. You tried to catch a glimpse of the magic as he summoned the suit again. It was the most mind boggling thing you had ever seen. And there was just something about Steven kneeling before you in that fancy suit.

“Fuck, Steven,” you breathed out as you rose on your knees.

“Fuck?” he echoed, surprised to hear you say that word for the first time, watching with wide eyes as you quickly seized his face and crashed your lips onto his.

He placed his hands on your waist as you moved to straddle his lap, your hands sliding in his curls, your tongue invading his mouth. He moaned against your lips as they kissed his with demanding passion.

“Here we go again,” Marc chuckled. “I wonder how she’ll react to my suit.”

“You refused to show it to her, amigo.”

“Who’s asking you? Get out of here.”

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. She really liked my suit.”

“What?!” Steven blurted out suddenly, startling you, making you yelp and jump and fall off the bed. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry.”

He quickly came to you and helped you up, calling your name as he apologized.

“What the hell Steven?”

“Sorry, it’s just… Jake said something…”

“You’re talking to Jake while we’re making out?” you complained, pushing him off you.

“I wasn’t doing the talking!”

“Well, what did he say?” you asked with a sigh as you rubbed your shoulder and sat with him on the bed.

“He said… he said you really liked his suit.”

“So?”

Steven pouted, and although you could see he was a bit angry, you could also see he looked ashamed.

“Are you… are you sleeping with Jake too?”

You frowned. “I thought you knew.”

“Oh,” he nodded, taking your answer for a yes.

“I’m not sleeping with Jake, baby,” you clarified as you cupped his cheek with your hand. “You should know I wouldn’t keep it a secret.”

“But, he said…”

“Well, he did… something… you know… but um… I thought you knew, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“What did he do? Did he hurt you?”

“No! Steven, no. Jake wouldn’t hurt me, you know that!”

“I don’t know! I don’t know him!”

“Baby, stop worrying,” you told him as you pulled him towards you, placing a kiss on his forehead.

“Is he better?” he mumbled, so low you almost made him repeat it.

“Better?”

“He’s better, right? At this?” he said, gesturing to the bed.

“I wouldn’t know. I told you, I haven’t slept with him.”

“Yet…”

You frowned. Now he was starting to piss you off.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean… Jake is better, they’re both better than me. At everything. They’re more experienced, at this, at life! I feel so… inadequate…”

“Oh, Steven. I told you. You’re perfect.”

He scoffed, looking down at his hands resting on his lap. You frowned. There was something so wrong about the sad look on his face. So wrong. Especially with the suit on.

“Come here,” you said as you made him sit back against the pillows.

You straddled his lap and loosened his white tie before sliding your hands down his silken shirt to his pants. You felt his bulge under you and you rolled your hips against him, earning a whimper from him.

“I don’t like it when you doubt my love for you, Steven.”

“I’m sorry…”

You leaned forward, brushed your nose against his before grazing your lips against his cheek, down into his neck, where you started to kiss his skin.

“She’s gonna make you pay for all that, amigo,” Jake laughed. Steven tried to ignore it.

“You look so good, baby,” you whispered in his ear as your hand slid under the fabric of his pants and reached for his length. He groaned under your touch. “Take off my panties, Steven, I know you’re strong enough.”

He did as you asked, ripping apart the soaked fabric, the only thing you were wearing under Marc’s large shirt. He felt you smile against his skin.

He called your name and you bit his earlobe, making him whine, biting his own lip. You leaned back, settling to align yourself with him, bringing the tip of his erection to your entrance.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you’re enough, just on your own?” you asked him as you rubbed him against you, stroking his length a few times, but never allowing him inside you.

“I’m sorry,” he whined.

“Do you know how much I love you?”

“Not as much as I love you.”

You smiled at him as you grabbed the collar of his jacket as you sank down on him. A shudder rolled through him as his large length penetrated your tight walls and you made an irresistible sound of pleasure as he slowly entered you.

“Move then, Steven,” you told him as you took his gloved hands and brought them to your naked sides. You loved the feeling of them on your skin. “You’re in charge, just move.”

He did as you asked, his first movement having him reach deeper into you, getting a gasp out of you. You placed one hand on his shoulder, your fingers gripping at his suit, the other covering one of his. You liked it like this, you could see him in all his superhero glory, and you could see his face, in complete awe of you, more perhaps as you were of him, and you could see his eyes, devouring you, all of you, even the sounds he got from you.

You rolled your hips together, moving together, working together, perhaps with the same harmony he and Marc had had when they fought for their afterlife and then proceeded to save the world. It was different with Marc. Marc was in charge of your making love, for several reasons. One, he was more experienced than you, and you trusted him with every touch. Two, because he liked being in charge. And three, because you liked him being in charge. But with Steven, it was different. Steven needed reassurance, just like you did, but you were more than happy to give it to him. You would do anything for Steven, to keep him from being sad or hurt. You would be strong for him, like Marc was strong for him, and you. Like Jake was strong for both of them, even if they couldn’t see that yet.

And maybe the day will come when you’ll be able to share such a moment with all three of them. Maybe one day they’ll love each other as they loved you. But until then you were more than happy to love them separately, to keep that boundary for them, and with them. Brothers, or friends, you didn’t care how they would come to define their love for one another, as long as they got along, as long as they were happy, together, even without you. Because if there was one thing they agreed on, it was you. It was the only thing they agreed on. The only thing they had in common. And that broke your heart.

Steven called your name as he felt you twitch around him and you nodded, silently letting him know you were as close as he was. You brought your hand to his shirt and tore it open, the buttons falling onto his stomach as you moved your palm on his bare hard chest, feeling his heartbeat through his skin.

“God, Steven,” you panted as you admired him. You couldn’t wait for him to fill you up again, you had been craving it ever since that day on the couch. “Baby,” you begged and whined and it was as if he had completely forgotten about his own pleasure as he focused on you, on your face, on that desperate look in your eyes and he pushed into you again and again until you cried out and shattered above him completely. Your climax, or rather your reaction to it, the way you looked and the way you sounded, triggered his own. You sobbed as he spilled himself into you, and you leaned forward, dropping onto his chest, leaving you shaking in his arms.

“Bien hecho, amigo!”

“Oh, bugger off, you!”

“Damn… she really really likes that suit… I should reconsider showing her mine…”

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[villowrose]

day 2 - CASUAL

Entry for @glowweek

Out of curiosity of how Steven would look with straight hair, Connie convinces him into straightening his hair. Unsurprisingly, he ends up looking like Greg from the 80s.

I was also going to draw Steven helping Connie dye parts of her hair a teal color, but I had run out of time. might make it later though :D

[catastrxblues]

i love ao3 but tumblr fanfics just hit different 😩😩