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talkdilftome · 7 months

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steven grant x fem! reader

summary: steven grant was nothing if not needy in bed.

warnings: smut, slightly dom!steven, oral sex

steven grant was nothing if not needy in bed. his glazed over eyes, glossy lips and scrunched eyebrows said it all. he needed you. you could see it now, the hunger inside him. his eyes stayed locked with yours as he slowly sunk to his knees, the floorboards creaking underneath him. you were only in your panties now, wet at the crazed look on steven’s face. your body hummed with anticipation. you knew what he was going to do to you. you knew that he was going to take you and taste you until you were screaming.

steven’s fingers ghosted up and down your legs, raising goosebumps and making you clench, the lace of your panties becoming soaked. steven’s hands gripped your ass, pressing his mouth to your thighs, kissing and licking and sucking on your supple skin.

“you’re so beautiful, darling. i want you so badly.” your whole body blushed and warmed at his sheer honesty.

“then have me.” your voice was shaky but sure.

it was all steven needed to hear as he gripped your thighs, turning you and bending you over the bed. you gasped. he was still on his knees you realized. he wasn’t going to fuck you - not yet. he spread your cheeks, hands cupping them and nails digging crescent shapes into the plump flesh. he nipped your right cheek, leaving a love mark there. his heart swelled while looking at it, knowing that he was marking you as his.

he kissed his way to your center, tongue laving over your already wet panties. he could taste you through them, and his need for you strengthened. he wanted - no, he needed you on his cock soon. he wasted no time getting rid of your panties, sliding them down around your ass. he watched in awe as your pussy was exposed to him, mouth salivating. your pussy clenched and unclenched, needing to feel him inside of you.

you subtly pushed your hips back, pushing your aching cunt in his face, and whimpering. steven took this as a hint to run his fingers along your slit.

“so wet, love. this all for me? such a pretty pussy.” you moaned at his dirty words, your core hot and tingling. steven’s fingers ran downwards, circling around your clit before traveling up again and teasing your entrance.

“please steven.” you were desperate for him, almost as desperate as he was for you. although you were soaked and begging for him, his cock was achingly hard at the thought of you. he couldn’t hold himself back any longer, leaning forward and pressing his face into your dripping cunt. you couldn’t control your moans, burying your face in the duvet as steven lapped at your juices.

his tongue fucked in and out of you, ravaging you. he stretched your hole with his tongue while his fingers ran tight circles around your clit. his own moans matched yours, vibrating along your cunt. you could feel his desperation through his tight grip on your hips. you could feel him rutting up against the bed, the sight of your pussy becoming too much for him to bear.

steven swapped his fingers for his tongue, plunging his thick digits into your tight hole, sliding in easily. his lips sealed around your clit, sucking and licking frantically. you gasped at his newfound speed, moaning louder, and body shaking. your knees wobbled as steven feasted on you. you could feel your climax rising, pussy clenching around his fingers.

“oh my god, don’t stop! please, please don’t stop steven!” you moaned, guttural pleasure racking through you. steven’s efforts doubled, sucking harder and fucking you faster. his other hand reached down to jerk himself off, imagining that you were wrapped around his cock instead of his fingers.

your orgasm washed over you, your body on fire, you called out his name. steven’s fingers fucked you through it, slowing as you came down from the high. steven pulled his fingers out of you, coated with slick cum. you whimpered at the loss of them before turning your head to look at your lover. you watched as he popped his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them, tasting you a final time.

steven looked at you through his lashes. he wasn’t done with you yet. you could still see the need in his eyes, the hazy lust that flickered in his pupils. he stood, pulling his boxers down, his cock bouncing up and smacking against his stomach.

“you ready for more, love?” your only answer was a moan as he took you from the back.

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memes-in-a-half-shell · 10 months

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Villain AU - Deadlock, Part 4

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 ||

Short chapter 💁‍♀️ still trying not to linger for too long on them. It just feels nice to have something to work mindlessly over on the side~

It was at the top of an old and abandonned music store, surrounded by office buildings that were now long emptied at those late hours of the night. In New York's fast changing scene, Vee often wondered how it was possible for this fossil to still be standing, untouched by economy and time - yet she was glad she had that little safe spot she could always come back to.

Coffees in hands, she reached the flat rooftop with a quick relieved sigh, taking a moment to appreciate the view of the neighborhood. There was this faint breeze still running around, the last remnant of the cold days past behind. She was glad to have put on her trenchcoat for tonight - a wiser choice than a cocktail dress.

"Quite the odd place to choose," sounded a voice behind her. "I would've taken you for a more industrial type."

Vee turned around, noticing the turtle coming her way.

"... Do you always do that?" she asked, half amused.

"Do what?"

The mutant was now beside her, frowning slightly.

"Come out of nowhere and start talking? Last time we met, you did the same thing."

Donnie shrugged: "It is what it is. Call it my dramatic flair."

"Sure thing, Dorkatello."

She next offered him a cup, not letting him the chance to complain about the nickname.

"I didn't know what you liked, so I grabbed you a black coffee."

He accepted the beverage with an indifferent expression and a small "thanks". Taking a first sip, the terrapin then seemed quite appreciative.

"Not bad! The roast has a nice taste to it. Where is it from?"

"From where I work, I prepared it myself," winked Vee.

"Barista by day and a broker by night," mused Donnie in a slight teasing way. "Quite the life you're living."

"Only 'cause I need the safety net," pointed the woman. "... To be frank, if I could avoid hearing about soy lattes with triple expresso shots, whipped cream and caramel on top almost every day, I'd be a happier person. ... Whatever happened to good ol' black coffees?"

"We truly live in a dystopian world," he joked before taking another sip.

They drank in comfortable silence, facing the city and basking in the view once more. After a short while, Vee got a USB key out of a pocket, handing it towards the terrapin.

"One investors' list, hot and fresh straight out of the oven."

"There better not be a virus on this," said Donatello, taking the small device and looking at it closely.

"Or what? ... I told you, I'll be a good girl," grinned the human.

The other sighed with a faint smile, putting the key in a small pouch attached to his belt: "... Gosh you're so weird."

"Says the turtle man."

"Touché."

His gaze remained on her, studying her form as he took another sip.

"... I gotta ask though, what made you accept my offer?" he asked.

"I figured you probably wanted some lessons about information broking. That and I was just curious about this whole affair."

Unimpressed, Donnie tapped to a device at his right wrist, then bringing up a holo screen over his forearm. With some quick swipes he then brought up a file that contained Vee's picture and some information written alongside it. He began to read:

"Véronique Lavoie, thirty-one years old, moved to New York City five years ago from Montréal, Canada. First language is French. Completed studies in the music and artistic fields, yet you did an one-eighty to pursue a 'career' in coding and information brokering. I suspect you were getting into hot waters where you're from, so you decided to start fresh in a new city, new country. Shall I continue?"

Vee pushed his wrist down with a tsk, flicking the screen off.

"Alright, alright, I get it. Remove that 'lesson' part from my previous statement." She pointed at him, wanting to get her point across: "You better keep all that info for yourself, or I'm breaking this deal off."

"I wouldn't want to risk this makeshift alliance, at least for now," reassured Donatello, although standing tall. "As long as you play by the rules, I won't rat you out to the police."

"How thoughtful, very happy to hear it" fakely smiled the woman.

"I only aim to please," quickly winked the terrapin, then taking another slow sip as he looked back over the city.

That brought a quiet chuck out of Vee, returning to a watch of the landscape as well. Who's playing on words now! Taking her last sips, she took this quiet moment to glance over the turtle from the corner of her eyes. She never really took the opportunity to fully appreciate all the technical gear he was adorning, some assuredly being custom built. He seemed quite capable when it came to technology, so Vee was truly starting to wonder if he ever needed her help for whatever the turtles were planning to do. She kept that question for another time, rather taking the moment to instead look over at his form. To be quite frank, he wasn't that bad looking! Years of training must have helped shaping this slim chiseled body of his, his arms slender yet displaying enough muscle mass to indicate a formidable strength still....

"So," she started, breaking the quiet pause. "What's the next target?"

"That remains to be seen. I have first to look through the list you just handed me and have a quick talk with one of our sources." He finished his coffee. "... But for now, our first step should be to get up to speed about eachother's knowledge. What do you know about the crime scene in New York?"

"I hear things here and there," shortly sighed Vee. "The Foot clan is the top dog, the Purple Dragons are starting to rise, and then you've got the usual gangs trying to get on top of one another in some pitiful tug-of-war games. I see rich people feasting on poor people's backs, CEOs hunting for valuable informations, stock market maniacs wanting the latest trends. Everybody does what they have to do in order to survive in this fucked up world - and here I am, a simple bridge between their initial goal and the final result."

"I'm guessing you get paid a pretty sum for all of your work, based on how much you charged me, anyway."

"Living in New York, especially Manhattan, is expensive as shit," pointed the human. "I have no choice but to ask for a lot if I want to keep living here." She took a moment to glance back over the streets with a slight dreamy sight. "I couldn't have asked for a better hideout. ... Even though I prefer to be on my own, the constant buzzing of a city keeps me alive and I know I'm not completely alone."

She realized her confession, noticing that the terrapin was looking over her with a soft smile.

"Anyway," she rectified, straightening her posture. "Any info you'd want me to know or gather, I have my ways of getting it. If I don't know something, that'll only push me to get to know more about it."

"At least we're similar on that point!"

"In the end," continued Vee. "All you have to keep in mind is that anything you may throw at me, I can take it. ... I mean, heck, you probably guessed it by now that anything out of the ordinary doesn't really phase me; I'm not even scared of you."

His slight amusement did not escape Vee.

"It does make for a nice change," he admitted. "Usually people either scream or call us monsters. So with you being unbothered, it's a breath of fresh air."

"You're still strange though, but I'll let that slip for now."

She did have this slight fear in her - that she would never admit. Since her arrival in the city, she had heard stories of mutant vigilantes that could break you in half if they wanted to. But when speaking with Donatello, she realized most of those talks must've been exaggerated, although she never dismissed the idea of him and his brothers being forces to reckon with. And that idea stuck with her as she witnessed the terrapin crush his coffee cup effortlessly, then aiming and throwing the remains into an open trashcan down in the street - a quiet "score" escaping his lips as he succeeded his throw.

"Thanks for the coffee," Donatello said next. "I'll get started right away on combing through the list you just gave me. ... Thank you, by the way. You did the right thing."

Vee disregarded the comment with a quick puff of air.

"Please. Consider yourself lucky that I didn't ask for money in exchange. Just keep me in the loop once you have something."

"Will do! Through the web or you have another prefered way of contact?"

"I am not giving you my phone number yet, turtle. Too risky for now."

"As you wish, then," he replied with a small comical bow. "I shall write to you soon, smooth criminal."

And with that he was out and about, Vee rapidly losing sight of him as he plunged into the shadows. So far, so good, she told herself. She had a feeling that getting him on her good side wouldn't be too much of a hassle - she would simply need to lean on the heroic and right-doer side whenever possible and in his presence. What a chore. She looked at her empty cup, then over at the trashcan below where Donnie had shot his trash at. Considering for some seconds, Vee then tried to throw her own into it, but it ultimately failed and bounced miserably on the concrete ground.

"Whatever," she mumbled with a frown, shoving her hands into her coat's pockets and making her way down the roof.

***

Casey and April came down as soon as they heard that Donnie finally got the data - even though that annoyed the bespectacled terrapin, as he wanted to skim through the information unbothered at first.

Inserting Vee's key into his computer, the file was loaded in no time, many names and numbers populating the screen. Some noticeable names belonging to the Purple Dragons were found in there - Hun, their leader, being a predominant entry. But another presence did raise questions, this one only labeled as "Bishop".

"Never heard that name before," started Casey, his eyes on the list. "I don't think I've ever come across someone, or an organization, that had such a title."

"We need to find what they're up and about," added Leonardo. "They seem to be quite invested in the Foot, considering the contributions."

"Agreed..."

Donnie was already starting to wonder if Vee had heard that name before...

"I can get my eyes on Hun for the moment," continued the cop. "But we'll need to dig for the rest."

"Leave that to me," said Donatello. "I'll try to poke Vee and see what sort of intel she could have on that entity as well."

Casey squinted: "I'm sorry, who?"

"Donnie's new girlfriend," joked Raph.

Donnie was fast to reply: "Absolutely not!" He then felt slightly uneasy as he added: "... She's the one who stole the data in the place, that smooth criminal we told you about. I was able to get in contact with her and she agreed to lend her skills for our cause."

"We are not bringing a crook into this operation," disapproved the man. "I don't care about her skills. We can't trust her with any info. She could very well just grab it and run to sell it to anyone. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if she's already selling information about you guys!"

"She is not," cut the purple clad one. "I'm monitoring her online activity on the main platform she uses for her trade. She's trustworthy on that part."

"Who says she's only selling her stuff online?"

That actually shut Donatello down, the terrapin frowning at such a thought. She did go to a social event a couple days ago...

"Donnie, if you need someone to look around above ground, you know you can count on me," added April calmly.

"I know," replied the mutant with a soft sigh, turning his attention back to the data. "Let me just see what I can find first, then I'll contact you, if anything."

He didn't even care for the rest of the conversation. His thoughts were running million miles a second, trying to figure if he'd omitted anything before considering Vee's help. Would he need to go against her request of not logging into her system once more? Should he start considering tracking her every moves and conversations? It felt like too much. She was not a stranger to the scene and she could probably prove to be a good asset to the team. ... But right now, many variables were obstructing an absolute trust, and he wished there was something he could do to show her good wil... As hidden as it probably was.

Donnie didn't realize when Casey and April left, too preoccupied by his current searches. He did notice however Leonardo approaching his workstation, setting a stool and sitting down next to him.

"Donnie...," the leader started.

He kept on typing.

"... I do agree with Casey," finished the blue banded one. "We can't risk bringing an external source into this. ... We don't know her."

That brought the tall one to a stop with a sharp sigh. He finally looked over to his older brother with an annoyed nonchalance.

"I understand and I do agree to some extent," replied Donnie. "I could probably fish out the information all by myself - I've been doing that for many years. But now I'm tired, Leo."

He vaguely gestured the Lair.

"Keep in mind, I'm the one who mostly caters to and repairs every electronic needs in this goddamned house. If we're to take the Foot down and you're all expecting me to keep up the same level of effectiveness around here, I can't guarantee my accuracy in the long run."

"Let us help you then! We're a team, we're here for you."

"Hah, and have you all break everything? No thanks."

"Donnie-"

"Look, I want to give her a chance," cut the purple clad one. "It may be a bit presumptuous of me, but I feel that with some guidance, she can get on the right path." He didn't dare cross his brother's gaze. "... All we do is stop criminals, but how about saving them instead? Let me have this, Leo. Let me try.... I see something in her."

"We're ninjas, not knights in shiny armors."

"Don't forget, we were labeled heroes to this city."

He pointed the key to the city he had kept on the side, hanging on its chain, close to one of his screens. That brought a long exhale from Leo, the leader lost in thoughts for a moment as he kept his eyes on the item. Oh it was so easy to call on his honor...

"Let me think about it," finally said Leonardo. "But for now, keep her out of it. Let's see what we find first."

He got up from his stool, lightly tapping Donnie's shoulder.

"And let us help you. Say the word and I'll whoop Mikey and Raph's asses to get moving."

"Noted," replied Donatello with an amused smirk.

He watched his older brother walk away, waiting a bit to make sure he was not in sight. Returning to his device, Donnie's fingers fidgeted lightly over his keyboard, unsure about his next move. ... He didn't want to break an order, but he needed to know.

HookedOnCoffee: What do you know about the name Bishop?

((Part 5))

#it's-a-moi #villain au #usual sorry for any mistakes #gotta quickly spread the next chapters out before I continue #ngl - Bishop's mention wasn't even planned!!#but I said 'fuck it we ball'#and here I am #but so far it's going according to plan yeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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