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fettuccin-e · 5 months
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It's Never Easy
Kinktober Day 24: Edging
Tags: Steven Grant x Reader x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley, yeah that's right they're all here baby, afab!fem!reader, oral and fingering (f!recieving), unprotected piv (wrap it irl I am begging you), edging, crying during sex, orgasm denial (w/c: 1.3K)
A/N: Yeah that's right the boys are back in town, and by that I mean all three moonboys. They're all little shits and I adore them (For Kinktober, I've been using this list from flightlessangelwings!)
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You think that you’re finally wearing Steven down.
He’s been at this for hours now, you think, burying himself between your thighs and losing himself like he never wants to leave. He’s fucking incessant when he gets you like this, licking at your cunt until his eyes have glazed over and he’s grinding slowly into the bedsheets. He moans when you tug at his hair, the vibrations from it going up your spine.
“Fuck, Steven, I need-” you moan, your chest heaving with the way Steven sucks your clit into his mouth, licking at you in a way that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your hips hump into his face, chasing the sensation. “I can’t, fuck, I’m gonna- think I’m gonna-”
He pulls his face away just like that, watching as you shout, your hips grinding into nothing but air as your pleasure and your orgasm dissipate. He holds your thighs apart and just looks at the way you tremble, his eyes wide and a blush high on his face.
“That’s it, darling, so fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, and you grind your teeth together. This is the third time, the third fucking time, he’s done that. Gotten you so close, your body locking up and threatening to fall off that precipice, before he pulls himself away, leaving you with nothing.
It’s fucking maddening, and Steven just watches, squeezing at his thick cock as it aches between his legs.
“Please, Steven,” you whine, high pitched and needy. “Need you to let me cum, fuck, please let me cum.” You sound so pitiful, so desperate, that Steven’s eyes soften at your begging.
“Oh, I know, love,” he murmurs, sliding a thick finger up the seam of your cunt. “Need it so bad, yeah? It’s okay, darling, I’ll let you cum,”
You nearly sob with relief when he leans back down and sucks your clit into his mouth, sinking two fingers into your entrance. He’s relentless, playing with your clit with his tongue, nudging the tips of his fingers into a little spot inside of you that makes you want to cry. Your orgasm surges back up inside you without warning, and you can’t fucking breathe.
You brace yourself for him to do it again, to pull away when you start babbling, “Gonna cum, fuck, please let me cum,” between heaving moans. But Steven doesn’t let up, doesn’t slow down, and you start to smile with the fact that he’s actually going to let you have it this time without pulling away.
Except, he does pull away.
You cry out as Steven’s head shoots up from between your legs again, but you can only watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head, his jaw clenched.
Marc looks up at you from his place between your thighs, a cocky little smirk playing at his lips. 
“Oh baby,” he says, and his voice is gruff, dark, so unlike Steven’s. “You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?” You gasp for air as Marc sinks a third finger into you, and he grins. 
“So pretty when you’re almost fucking there, sweetheart,” Marc murmurs, and he leans close to brush his lips against yours in a whisper of a kiss. “Whining, pleading for us to just let you cum. Steven was going to let it happen, put an end to your misery, but me?” He fucks his hand into you so hard that you choke on a moan. “I like seeing you squirm.”
And the process starts over again.
Marc fucks you on his fingers without a hint of remorse, driving into your g-spot in violent, debilitating thrusts that have you reeling.
You get so close so many fucking times, over and over and over again, your body drawn tight with the overwhelming need to cum. You beg, plead, gripping the bedsheets so hard that you fear you might tear them. But Marc. Doesn’t. Stop.
Every time he feels it, that tell-tale tightening of your body, hears the way you start to go quiet as you focus on finally falling over that precipice, he pulls his hand out of you without any finesse, any mercy.
Around the third time he does it, you really do start to cry, sobbing for Marc to finally let you cum, that you need it so bad it hurts.
“Can’t- it’s too much, Marc, please, please let me, need it so ba-ad,” you hiccup through your moans, tears bubbling up in your eyes and spilling down your cheeks.
Marc leans down and kisses them away, cooing at you as he grinds the calloused tips of his fingers into the most sensitive parts of your cunt.
“Okay, sweet girl, I’ve got you, come on,” he murmurs, his thumb coming up to press against your clit, grinding little circles into it and sending you fucking flying. “Don’t cry, baby, I’ll take care of you.” 
“Thank you, thank you, thank-” you’re in the middle of thanking him, practically tasting your orgasm on your desperate tongue, when Marc’s eyes roll back, and his hand rips away from your cunt.
“No,” you whine, choking on your tears as your body quakes beneath his, “no, no, please.” You’re practically hysterical, desperate for it after so fucking long, after Steven and Marc have shredded you apart.
“Princesa,” Jake grins down above you, unmistakable with his dark gaze and a smile that is purely fucking primal, feral. “If you think you’re going to cum on anything but my cock, you’re wrong.”
And you can only gasp at Jake notches the thick, leaking head of his cock against your gaping entrance, and shoves himself in to the hilt.
You scream, your back bending into an obscene arch as he fills you up so perfectly. 
“Jake, Jake,” you sob through labored breaths, “I can’t, it’s been, I don’t know how long it’s been, please, please. I need to cum, fuck, ‘m begging.”
“Oh, my beautiful girl,” Jake croons, “Of course you can.”
Of course you can. Like you’ve had permission all along, like it was that easy. Like you haven’t been broken apart by each of them, over and over again, reduced to a sobbing, shaking mess beneath their body.
He’s only one, two thrusts in, but you’re coming anyway, screaming with it as tears flow down your cheeks. Your entire body locks up with it, your cunt squeezing tight around Jake’s cock in rhythmic pulses that have him clutching painfully at your hips. Sweet, sweet relief fills your body, like water in a desert, the sun after a hurricane. It’s fucking bliss, incomparable, absolutely debilitating.
“Mierda, that’s fucking beautiful, fuck,” Jake growls, and he presses into your body so deep you think you can feel it in your stomach, and pumps you full of his cum. “Good girl,” you hear him mutter, “Good fucking girl,” before darkness grows into the edges of your vision and quickly swallowing it whole, leaving you to fall into pitch black oblivion.
When you finally come back to yourself, you feel warm, safe. It’s no surprise to you, since you usually feel that way in this flat, in this bed.
“I didn’t fucking kill her, Steven,” you hear Jake growl. “She’s breathing just fine. And don’t act innocent, you and I both know that you worked her just as hard as Marc and I did.”
“And you all better pamper me,” you croak, still refusing to open your eyes, “As soon as I take a nap.”
“Hermosa,” you hear Jake breathe, and you feel his lips press to your forehead. You crack open your eyes to meet Jake’s gaze, his eyes wide and more worried than he usually lets on. “Are you alright? You- you passed out.” he asks, and you giggle.
“Never been better,” you murmur. “But any of you try that shit again, it’s no sex for a fucking year.”
Jake grins in that roguish way that makes your heart flutter. "As if you could resist any of us for that long, mi vida."
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spicyllewyn · 6 months
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Kinktober 6. - Mirror sex.
Moon system x F!Reader
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Tags & warnings. Mirror sex + hair pulling. (+18)
Word count. 2.8k
Summary. Marc got tired of Steven and Jake breaking his rules.
Kinktober masterlist.
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So far, the agreement had been going relatively well. You were in a serious relationship with Marc at first, you met in a café like those silly romantic movies, with the small difference that you almost killed him by spilling your cold drink on him and tripping over him.
Neither of you could deny that things were moving very fast, but everything with him was so ridiculously easy that you weren't afraid to give him your all. You told him about the pet you lost when you were young, about the disagreements with your parents, and the occasional traumatic event in your life. He did the same.
When he told you about Steven and Jake, you joked that he was winning the trauma competition, and he could breathe easy knowing that this was not even close to being an obstacle to your relationship. He could trust you.
Things began to get a bit out of control when everything also became easy with Jake and Steven, each with their own personal charm. You never imagined being with three very different guys, but starting to experience it was a real adventure. The problem was that while you were having fun, they had endless discussions about you and the boundaries they set for each other.
Well, the boundaries that Marc set.
The main and biggest one was that marks on your body were prohibited. He understood that all four were part of the relationship equally, but he also used something he liked to call "privileges of having met you first and being the main reason why everyone is together." Or something like that, he always changed the name for it, the thing is he couldn't help but be a jealous man, he hated that Jake and Steven would forget who you belonged to first.
The first one to break the rule was Steven, unconsciously. You didn't know anyone who was a bigger fan of make-out sessions than him, and when his kisses got deeper, more desperate, he had the habit of holding onto your hips as if you were about to run away at any moment, or as if he wanted to verify that you were real and that you were in his arms, devouring his mouth as if you depended on it to live.
That, combined with the fact that he had a terrible habit of forgetting that his muscles were stronger than he thought. You tried to be as discreet as possible when his fingers left marks on your skin, but with someone as touchy as Jake, it was impossible to keep secrets about your body.
He took it as a challenge, of course. If Steven could break the rules, why couldn't he?
The next day, you could be sure that he saw you as a blank canvas because your neck, your shoulders, and even your breasts were covered in bites and hickeys. You didn't remember him being so aggressive, but maybe pleasure had blinded you.
"What is this?" Marc held your chin, turning your face slightly, just enough to get a better view of your neck.
"It was Jake." You chuckled, still distracted by your phone as you let him guide you, without noticing how his jaw clenched, but feeling his fingers tighten on your jaw.
"Darling?"
Your eyes traveled to him.
"Mhm?"
"Will you come with me to the bedroom? We need to talk."
With a furrowed brow, you obeyed because the hand that held your chin ended up in one of your hands, pulling you as if he were a child wanting to show you something very important.
"Am I in trouble?" You joked as you watched him close the door behind you.
"Sit on the bed."
"Am I...?"
His brown eyes on you were enough for you to obey once again.
"Could you explain to me what the hell is this?" His hand in your hair made you turn your gaze away from the mirror you had in front, leaving the marks in plain sight.
You immediately understood who he was talking to.
Or whom.
"Oh, come on, hermano." Jake rolled his eyes in the mirror's reflection, his arms crossed over his chest. "Steven broke it first."
"False!" The mentioned objected after. It seemed like a competition of who could make Marc lose his patience first. "I would never do something like that."
"Check her hips if you don't believe me."
Raising an eyebrow, Marc released your hair.
"Stand up, sweetheart."
If there's one thing you've learned over time in this relationship, it's that it's not worth objecting when one or all three of them are arguing, especially when you don't even know what the problem is. You stood up slowly, wearing Steven's blue sweater that you slept in, which only covered half of your thighs.
He slowly lifted the edge of the fabric, his fingers brushing your thighs and causing a slight shiver. You could swear you heard him growl when he found the damn marks that fit perfectly with the size of his hands. Some of them were covered by your panties but they were pretty visible, already turning to a purple color.
“I-I didn't even notice those were there!”
“Why can Steven do it and I can't? That’s a damn injustice if you ask me.”
“Fortunately, Jake, I'm not asking you.” He rolled his eyes while you tried to imagine what the other two boys responded to him from the headspace. "On your knees."
The cold of the floor on your skin felt good and you had to look up to meet your boyfriend's chocolate gaze. You never had a problem following his orders.
“The problem here…” His fingers ran through your hair slowly, making you close your eyes for a few seconds. “They are forgetting who you belong to. Who do they think they are to mark my girl like this, huh?” He cooed, the gaze of the other two fixed on him.
Your hands went to the hem of his pants, and when he didn't object, you understood well what he wanted. A small smile spread across your lips as you freed him from his tight black jeans, as well as his underwear.
He wasn't completely hard yet until your tongue ran along his entire length from base to tip.
“I want you to show them who was your first, my love.” Your fingers, as if you were an expert, wrapped around his cock, giving it a squeeze before beginning a slow, up-and-down pace. “Who you think about every fucking time you cum.”
You couldn't see it, but in detail you imagined the way Jake was rolling his eyes.
“It's a punishment for all 3 of you, you understand, don't you, honey?” His eyes boring into you as you kissed all around his cock wetly. “What makes you believe you should allow yourself to be treated that way?”
You parted your lips, taking the head inside before starting to suck. That always gave him chills, the way you didn't rush.
“No-oh.” His fingers tangled in your hair, those soft caresses had stopped. One push of his hand and you had half of his erection inside your mouth. He groaned.
Although you enjoyed taking your time and savoring every inch of Marc, he seemed to be in a hurry, you thought that perhaps the clumsy and aggressive way in which he was directing your head movements was part of the supposed punishment.
Were you supposed to not enjoy that?
“Push deeper.” Jake's voice caught Marc's attention, who a few seconds ago had been distracted by the messy and sloppy way you were sucking him off. He could have sworn there was a point where the only sound in the room was your saliva every time he slid over your tongue.
Marc looked at the mirror with a frown.
“Push harder.” He repeated, looking up. “Steven always fucks her mouth until she cries, if you want to prove your point push harder. Right, Steven?"
The other boy received an elbow against his ribs that forced him to look up. It seems he was enchanted by watching the way your left cheek bulged against the pressure of the head of Marc's lenght against it.
Still distracted, he nodded quickly.
It was that what resulted in you suddenly feeling him push your head harder. The brush against your throat brought tears to your eyes and you heard your boyfriend grunt. He was never so rude.
You didn't complain, though.
You tried your best to relax the muscles in your throat around him, but you were so caught off guard that a couple of gags only did the opposite, feeling you squeeze him every few seconds until he guided your head back.
Saliva ran from your lips to your chin, some drops ending up on your neck. You broke the string of saliva that joined his cock to your mouth by licking your lips.
You sniffed, looking up before giving Marc a smile.
“Oh, you like that, don't you?” His fingers wrapped around himself so he could hit your tongue with his heavy member. You kept your tongue out, happy to receive it and hear the wet slapping. “Or does Steven do it better?”
Another movement of his hips was so abrupt that you felt your nose eventually collide with his lower abdomen, having to close your eyes as your tears ran down them. Still, you didn't give up, you didn't use your well-known "signal" to ask for some mercy.
Instead you moved your tongue slowly underneath, you only managed to graze his balls with the tip of it but it was enough to get a gasp from his throat. You held on for more seconds than you thought you were capable of before it was Marc himself who pushed you away.
It took you several seconds to even out your desperate breathing, you wiped your lips on the sleeve of Steven's sweater.
"Stand up." He ordered. His chest rising and falling rapidly. Jake's smirk on the other side of the mirror screamed at him that he knew. He knew Marc would finish stupidly quickly if he kept fucking your throat like that.
You swallowed hard before standing on shaky legs, the intense heat between your legs beginning to burn through your entire body, without receiving any kind of attention the only thing you could feel was the way your insides clenched around nothing.
"Turn around." Your cheeks took on a reddish color as you remembered the two pairs of eyes that were on you on the other side of the reflection. You slowly turned your back on him, your fingers gripping the wooden cabinet that held the huge mirror. “You better not close your eyes, I want you to look at them.”
Marc's hands took care of the job, pulling the hem of the sweater up to your waist and pulling your panties down to your ankles. You didn't need instructions to spread your legs and raise your ass for him.
He positioned himself behind your body, holding his cock for help. The tip separated your lips and you flinched when it brushed your swollen clit, it was just a couple of brushes as if he wanted to collect your juices on it in order to make penetration easier.
Although with you dripping and him full of your saliva, at this point it was just his pettiness and his desire to make you beg. You lifted your hips higher.
Marc looked down, his hand positioning itself exactly over Steven's finger marks and with a single movement you felt him slide inside you. Your legs trembled as you received him this deep and rough way, an action that you recognized as more typical of Jake.
“M-Marc, fuck, Marc.” You stammered as your body tried to get used to his size. No matter how many times you had done this, it was like your body insisted on giving him that death grip that drove him crazy.
"That's it." He caught her bottom lip between his teeth in a lousy attempt to silence her gasps. “Louder, baby, remind them who's fucking you.”
Somehow you felt like Jake and Steven's eyes burned into your skin. You couldn't look in the mirror, not while you were babbling Marc's name between moans, with that look that made it obvious how cockdrunk you were with just a couple of thrusts.
When Marc hit that sweet spot that made you vibrate from head to toe, your eyes closed automatically, your head falling downward.
"No." He growled, his hand rising to place it in your hair where he tangled his fingers. The sudden tug he gave to your locks made you snap your head up and let out a loud gasp, your eyes snapping open. "Look at them."
On the other side Jake was leaning slightly so he could be at your face level, analyzing every small expression of pleasure he saw in you. Your cheeks are flushed, your pupils are dilated, and your lips are red from biting them so much.
Steven was too lost in his own thoughts to object anything, the truth is that he was enjoying this new angle he had to see his cock splitting you and making you whimper more than he would like.
“Tell them how good I'm making you feel, honey.” He cooed, his fingers giving your hair a harder tug to force you to keep your head up. “Remind them who was the first to break that tight little pussy.”
You stifled a moan, making your bottom lip bleed with a bite.
“Tell them.” He growled, his fingers squeezing your hips so hard you feared your body was going to give up at any moment.
“I-It was you, Marc.” You whimpered in pleasure as his thrusts pushed your body forward, you were already on your tiptoes so as not to end up with your entire body against the furniture.
“Repeat it, I want them to listen to you.” His entire length remained still inside you, brushing against that spot that made you lose your mind. "Louder."
Your parted lips took in deep gasps of air and you had to swallow hard to recover your voice by moistening your throat a little.
“It’s you M-Marc.” He didn't give your hair a break, he was pulling with his fingers so hard that it was starting to hurt. “Fuck, Marc! A-Ah, fuck. It’s you, it’s you, only you.”
Bold of you to assume that Jake wouldn't have that in mind the next time he had his turn with you.
“Fuck her harder.” Marc looked at the mirror when the opposing voice caught his attention. “Come on, she can take it.” A mocking smile appeared on his lips, only irritating Marc even more.
Still, he obeyed.
You could hear the slapping between your bodies every time he thrusted into you. Your legs were threatening to stop supporting your body weight as they began to shake, your entire body feeling small spasms as you got closer and closer to the end.
“Marc?” Steven's soft voice caught the attention of the other two. His pupils were dilated and there was an adorable blush on hid cheeks. "Touch her."
Marc grunted when he realized that this wasn't the punishment he'd originally thought, but who was he to say no to Steven? The hand that was holding your hip slowly slid between your legs, separating your pussy lips with his fingers and then pressing his thumb against your sensitive clit.
He immediately felt your little hole tighten around him.
“Circles.”
“I know how to touch her, Steven.” He growled in your ear, only reminding you of the pair who were probably enjoying the show. The pleasure you were experiencing was too much to rescue the few grams of shame you might have somewhere on your body.
Your nails scratched the wood of the furniture in front of you.
“Cum all over me, honey.” He managed to whisper between moans. Two more thrusts of his body snatching the air from your lungs. “I bet they’ll like it.”
And that was enough for the wave of pleasure to make your body tingle from head to toe, your walls milking Marc until he followed you immediately after, filling you with his warm, thick liquid, which he pushed deeper inside you with a couple more strokes.
For a few seconds the only thing you heard along with the ringing in your ears was Marc's heavy breathing. After a moment his fingers gripped your hips, drawing your attention.
He gave you one more thrust and you squealed, sensitive, overstimulated.
“Marc.” You complained, looking up at the mirror in front of you once more as you tried to catch your breath.
On the other side, Jake's smile greeted you, almost playful.
“Let's see which name you can shout the loudest, princesa.”
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m00nsbaby · 8 months
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AITA for texting my fiancé that "this isn't working"?
Steven Grant x reader.
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Tags & warnings. None. Yes, this literally is just a silly little thing that I read on reddit and I thought it was so funny lol. Reader is gender neutral!
Word count. 823.
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Moving in with Steven was one of the best decisions you could make in your life, right after saying 'yes' when he proposed.
The only inconvenience came at a precise time between morning and afternoon, sometimes even at night, all depending on the mood of his boss. Waiting for Steven to return from work was such a headache, boring hours and dead time as you tried to find your own job.
The upside was that you now had complete freedom to organize his apartment to your liking, and if anything needed a complete makeover, it was Steven Grant's dark and disorganized home.
You had just made a completely necessary expense, a gigantic mirror that was clearly bigger than your capabilities. Worse yet, considering that if there was something you despised with all your heart, it was the mere idea of reading an instruction manual.
When the mirror arrived, the Amazon delivery guy mocked you to your face for your difficulty in handling the box and getting it into the house.
You: Baby, the new mirror just came in!
You hit send after the message.
You: I’m going to try to put it together but I may need your help later.
And just as you said, you got to work with the phone by your side, waiting for a response from Steven.
You assumed Donna was in a terrible mood because at least two hours went by without a reply, although you were really too busy to worry about that.
For a moment, you insisted on the idea of finishing assembling the darn mirror before Steven arrived home, but that clearly didn't happen because for the two and a half hours of effort you put in, you didn't feel like you were really getting anywhere.
Plus, you had extra screws that shouldn't have been left over.
You: This isn’t working and at this point, I think I need to just give up.
You put the phone aside and lazily lay down on the carpet. Why was assembling furniture so hard? Although not as difficult as having to accept that you couldn't finish it on your own.
You stayed there not knowing how long, but you estimated it was a few hours because you heard the front door indicating that Steven was home. The smile lasted only a short while because as you straightened up to greet him, he walked past you without even looking at you, heading straight to the bedroom.
"Steven?" you questioned, slightly furrowing your brow. You stood up slowly, giving him time to exit the room.
When you finally confronted him, your heart almost jumped out of your chest. His eyes were red, completely filled with tears.
"What happened, baby?"
"Why?" he asked, his voice breaking. It shattered your heart into pieces.
"Why what, Steven?" He sniffled, and you searched his gaze when he started avoiding you.
"Why are you giving up on me?"
You nearly killed him right then and there.
"What are you talking about?"
He didn't take long to pull his phone out of his pocket and shake it a bit in front of your face; he was on the verge of sobbing.
"Y-Your messages, you were breaking up with me."
The moment Steven mentioned your text messages, you had to press your lips together to keep from laughing in his face.
Your expression almost made him cry harder. Were you making fun of him?
"Steven." Your voice came out in a playful tone as you almost burst into laughter. "I was talking about the mirror."
"Huh? What mirror?"
"The new mirror, it arrived." Your eyes were almost watering from holding back laughter. "I'm guessing that the previous messages didn't send; I was talking about not being able to assemble it on my own."
You stepped aside to let him see the mess you had made on the floor, with the mirror halfway assembled.
Steven exchanged glances between the things and you.
He looked at the things.
He looked at you.
He looked at the things.
He looked at you.
Realization hit in seconds, and you couldn't say anything more when you felt Steven's arms squeezing you against his chest. You couldn't stop laughing even though your laughter sounded odd, muffled by the fabric of his shirt.
"Bloody fucking hell, love!" Steven cursing was definitely a special event. It only made you laugh harder. "You almost gave me a heart attack!"
He lifted you off the ground, and tears were already streaming down your face. It took much longer than expected to calm down from the laughter.
Still breathless, you let him kiss your face, as well as embrace you with his strong arms that refused to let you go.
"Still, I need you to check the mirror." You took a deep breath, your cheeks already reddened, one of your hands held onto him, and the other wiped the corners of your eyes. "I think I damaged it."
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moonkxit · 4 months
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Steven Grant coded tweet
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luvrxbunny · 6 months
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gone too long
Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader
Prompt: Masturbation
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, some angst (im sorry), masturbation, pillow humping, panty sniffing, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)
WC: 3.2k
A/N: probably too long and emotional for kinktober but its my first time so bear with me please
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You’ve been away for almost a week now. Steven tried to be good, he tried but it’s been so hard without you. He goes to bed alone, hard, surrounded by your scent and wakes up the same way.
He spends hours in the night writhing around in bed. He can’t sleep anymore, you always used to get him off after he came home from work and again before bed to help him sleep but now he just spends his time missing you, squeezing his throbbing cock, and crying for you as he palms himself to the edge of orgasm, unallowed to get himself over the edge.
He wakes up in more pain than when he went to sleep. His dreams are all about you, some sexual, some domestic, but they all make him hard. He cries for you some more before starting a painfully cold shower and setting off for the day. 
 If you were coming home tomorrow it’d be a different story. Steven would’ve stayed good, he would’ve waited for you, but he’s had a particularly hard day today, and amid all the commotion he forgot that you wouldn’t be there to comfort him. He’s thinking about you the entire bus ride home but it never clicks. He thinks about how he’ll stop you from cooking and order takeout, he’ll ask you to ride him as you guys wait, he’ll make sure you take it slow, savoring the way you guys feel together, how your bodies mold into one another perfectly. 
He fattens up in his pants as he unlocks the front door, he swears he can hear the TV on inside. He thinks about how you’ll tell him all about whatever new show you’ve found while he undresses you. 
He’s met with the most hollow feeling when he opens his door and reality stabs straight into his heart. 
Tears well in his eyes as he takes deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He keeps breathing slowly as he takes his shoes off, and as he puts his coat up. He starts breathing out through his mouth when the hollow feeling doesn’t leave, he keeps it up as he unpacks his bag, setting everything back in its proper place for the weekend, and he starts up a pot of tea. It’s all futile though, because his tears come pouring out the moment he sits on the bed, your faint scent gets pushed out of the cushioning and the hollow feeling becomes part of his bones. 
He can’t even function for the rest of the night, he turns the stove off through his watery gaze and buries himself in the blankets. Surrounding himself in your scent as he cries himself to sleep. 
He’s soft and sensitive when he wakes up, a state you know how to handle perfectly. But you’re not home. He has his usual morning delirium as he reaches out for you, reality slapping him as he feels your cold side of the bed. 
He rolls over onto his stomach, burying his face in your pillow- the only thing on the bed that still smells like you. 
Three more days. 
His cock is already twitching against the mattress as he huffs your scent, he whines at the stimulation. He wants to be a good boy. You asked him to wait for you, you said he could touch himself but you wanted his balls full for you. But you must not have understood how hard this would be for him. His hips are already grinding into the mattress. 
She won’t find out. Can’t. She’s not here.
He reaches out blindly for your side dresser, knowing you keep spare underwear in there. He feels something a bit hard and his head raises quickly to see what it is. His cock spasms at the sight. 
His mind flashes back to two weeks ago. One night, you and Marc were a little too drunk and way too needy. He pulled your panties to the side, fucked you, and let you soak it in your juices as he came over your stomach. He was too tired to clean you up so Steven took over after Marc fell asleep. You were sleeping so in an attempt to cause less of a commotion he just threw your panties in this drawer. He must’ve forgotten to get rid of it. 
Fuck. 
His hand is shaking as he brings it up to his face. There are dried white streaks of your arousal running all over the crotch, a small circle of it from where your pussy cried for him. He can’t help but moan at the sight and brings the fabric to his nose. It still smells like you, like her. His tongue is darting out to taste it before his brain has even finished processing your smell. His cock spurts out loads of pre-cum into his briefs as he starts to thrust against the bed again. He pushes your pillow down to his crotch with one hand as the other holds your old, dried panties to his face.
He feels so dirty as he does this, almost disgusted with himself but pleasure clouds his mind over as he feels the softness of your pillow on his pulsing dick. It’s comparable to how your pussy feels to him, not as warm and nowhere near as wet but just as soft.
He’s face first on the bed, your panties directly over his face the way your pussy would be, his tongue prodding at where your pretty little hole should be. He’s groaning out your name in half sobs, wishing you were here, wishing you were the one touching him because as good as this all feels… you still feel so much better. 
He feels the molten pleasure work its way up his spine, he feels his balls begin to throb with the load they’ve prepared. He feels it coming, he can feel how much there’ll be and a pang of guilt that he’s not saving it for you. He knows how much you love when he fills you up, how whiny you get when you’re packed full of his load, how you mutter his name on repeat, begging him to fill you up. 
But the thought just works him further to the edge, he can feel his muscles tighten as his dick starts to pulse, he feels relief just out of reach, and a small guilty smile spreads over his face at how good this is going to feel. His mind races through scenes of you, unable to choose one to cum to, your name rests on the tip of his tongue as his hips stutter into the pillow one last time before
nothing happens.
He can feel his orgasm at the tip of his cock, right there and he wants you. He forms scene after scene in his head of how many different ways you’ll touch him when you get back. He thinks about how many times you’ll make him cum, how you’ll coo over his overfilled, swollen balls, how you’ll apologize to him as you fuck him into oblivion but nothing gets close to how he feels when your hands are on him. He needs you.
The realization is accompanied by a teary whimper of your name into the pillow.
The teary whimper is followed by an angelic sound of “Steven?”
His head snaps up and he’s scrambling out of bed before he can rationalize the fact that you’re not supposed to be home for another four days. 
But you’re actually here. 
You’re smiling at him as you place your coat on the rack, your boots already off and eyebrows raised as you wait for him to make his way over to you. He’s standing in the doorway frozen. He thinks he’s lost it, that he was right, all these days without you did drive him insane. 
I told her this would happen. 
His eyes well with tears as he tries to will himself to see the truth. His fists are bunching at his sides, angry at the hope he felt when he thought he heard you calling his name, having already been riled up at his futile attempt at relief. 
You’re growing concerned under his indecipherable stare. “Steven?” He gasps and his eyes widen. You approach him slowly and cautiously, worried at this odd reaction. He takes a hesitant step toward you and gasps at the small amused smile that blooms on your lips. 
“Are you okay, Stevie? I wanted to surprise you but you seem-” You pause to look him up and down, finally taking him all in and noticing the bulge and wet patch in his pants. Your expression changes from shock to sultry disappointment. “You seem like you’ve been bad.”
His eyes are still wide and watery. “Are you really here?”
Your mask drops with a sad smile. “Of course I am, baby. Did you miss me that much?” He envelopes you in a hug, burying his face in your neck, inhaling your scent with a shaky groan. 
“I m-missed you so much. I’ve been good.” He’s already got that distant, airy, aroused tone as he speaks. “I didn’t cum. I- ” He’s started to grind against you already, his bulge pressing itself into your thigh over and over as he grips your shoulders. He’s moved to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your conditioner. “I wanted to- I tried.” 
His voice breaks at the end and you can’t stand it anymore. You grab the hair on the back of his head and roughly work him to your lips, relishing in the loud moan that breaks from his throat as your lips meet his. He’s trying to lick into your mouth immediately and you let him, you’ve missed the way he tastes. Only, when his tongue presses into yours, he tastes different… something familiar but it’s not him. You pull away confused and Steven’s lips chase yours with a whine. You have to hold his face away from yours to get his attention. 
“Steven, what is that?” He’s too delirious to understand what you’re asking, he just tilts his head like a puppy. You try not to let your endearment show through, attempting to be stern. “What’s that taste?” You can see his recognition flash over his face as he realizes what you’re asking but he starts shaking his head slowly and pulling you back in. “It’s just you, darling.”
You let him kiss you as you process, his words paired with the vaguely familiar taste let it click. You’re moaning into his mouth and pressing your thigh back into his weeping cock, earning a grateful moan from him. 
You walk him back to the bedroom desperately. You’ve been yearning for him as much as he has for you. You spent nights rolling around in bed, clit pulsing for him, unsatisfied with your ministrations. You tried fingering yourself but your fingers were nowhere near as long or as thick as his, you couldn’t hit the same spots he could. You tried. You push him onto the bed with a grunt and notice a pair of undies where your pillow should be. Confusion flies over your face before you look back at Steven, noticing his red face.
‘I tried’ 
The memory of what Steven said earlier finally makes sense to you. It also explained his desperate, disheveled state, why he was leaking and yearning for you. 
Arousal shoots between your legs like a jolt of electricity as you picture the scene; Steven grinding against- your pillow it seems- as he sniffed and licked at your panties. 
That’s why my taste was on his tongue…
Steven’s face is still burning red, looking anywhere but at you, as his hips uncontrollably twitch up for you, it brings a fond smile to your face. You take off your pants, matching him in your bottoms, and place yourself on his clothed bulge with a moan. You meant to tease him but it was already affecting you more than you anticipated. His hips are already thrusting into yours, his hands on your hips to hold you- press you down into him. He’s moaning out for you, whining about how good you feel but still trying to hide his face in his shoulder.
You give in and swivel your hips against him, earning a whole new level of volume from Steven. His hands aren’t just resting on your hips, they’re running all over your body wildly, grabbing and groping anything he comes across. You lean down to his ear and begin your questioning.
“So what are m- shit. What are my panties d-doing over here, S-Steven?” His name accidentally comes out as a moan as he drags your clit right over the tip of his dick. He’s not even looking at you, his eyes are fixed on where he’s rubbing you against himself, the way his tip dips into your soft skin and leaves streaks of his pre all along the fabric. His jaw is dropped open and little pants make their way past his wet lips. 
You can see this feral look in his eyes that you’ve never witnessed. He’s told you drunkenly how badly he craves you but you’ve never actually seen it, you’ve never really believed him. Like this, though? You can see what he was talking about. You can tell that he’s zeroed in on how good you’re making him feel, you don’t think he even heard you, too entranced with how he’s moving you along his cock. 
Your pussy clenches at the thought and he can feel it. He falls back against the bed with a groan before propping himself up on his elbows to pull you both back against the headboard. He whimpers at the momentary loss of friction but smiles once he can collapse onto the board while still staring at you. His hands come back to grip your hips, upset that you’ve stopped moving your hips without his help but you stop him. You lean forward on him, pressing most of your weight on his tip, he gasps and grips your arms with a moan. “Please! Oh Gods-”
You silence him with a short kiss, pulling away before he’s satisfied. He starts to mumble pleas to you again but your finger is pressed into his lips, he licks them, tasting your finger in the process and moaning at the taste of your skin. “Stevie…” You pause and he sighs at the sound of his name on your lips. “Did you use my underwear to get off?”
His eyes widen and dart to where they lay, exposed on the bed. You feel his cock twitch under you and you have to bite your lip to hold in a whine at the way it rubbed over your clit. He’s embarrased but turned on at the fact that he thought you’d never find out but you still did. The way that he could never hide anything from you, the way you don’t seem upset at the fact you caught him.
“I needed you so b- bad an’ you- an’ everything smells like you. I- I’m sorry.” He drops his head onto your shoulder as his hips slowly grind into you. “ ‘M sorry, alrigh’?” His accent gets heavier as he grinds into you more deliberately. “I just- I jus’ -oh I needed you so b-bad.” He whimpers into your neck, trying to muffle himself in there. You’re lost in the feeling, in his words as he humps his cock into you. He’s kissing along your neck, sometimes just licking at your sweat and moaning at the taste. His hips were starting to twitch and stutter into yours, his moans pitched up and his hands began to bruise into your skin. “I’m-”
You lift off of him. “No- Wh-y? P-please.” You ignore his plea and pull your shirt and underwear off as he scrambles to do the same. “Are we gonna-?” You smile at him softly and prepare for your confession. 
“I couldn’t get off without you, Steven.” You shift your weight nervously as he just stares at you. “I- My fingers aren’t enough anymore.” You whine at him and his cock jumps, leaking onto the sheets as he reaches out for you. He pulls you into a kiss and fumbles to take your bra off. He lets you climb over him again and moans into your mouth as you line him up with your soaked hole. “Put it in. Put it in- shit. P- put- ” He’s cut off by both your moans as you sink onto him. 
“Fuck I can t-tell your- fuck.” He whines out as you as you squeeze around him. “Your little fingers aren’t enough t’properly stretch you f’me hm?” His eyes roll back and his eyebrows draw inward as you grind onto his cock. You try to keep a steady pace but his tip is slamming right into your G-Spot, pressing into it no matter what he does, no matter how you move. Your legs give out halfway through a thrust and your body slams down onto him. He groans your name and hugs your body close, planting his feet on the mattress and fucking into you slowly.
“S’it too much?” You moan his name into his ear and his cock jumps inside you. “Fuck I’m-mm” His words get drawn into a whine as his thrusts slowly lose rhythm. Your pussy begins to clench on him, arousal coiling in your stomach at the telltale signs that he’s gonna cum. Steven’s hand comes to cradle your head into his neck, stoking your hair softly and whispering soft assurances and begs for you to cum around him. 
“‘M right here. I’ll take care of ‘ye, keep you nice an’ safe. C’mon. Give it t-to me.” Your orgasm explodes inside you like a solar flare. It bursts in your stomach and ripples throughout your whole body, moans are shoved from your mouth, almost deafening Steven with their volume and pitch but they only push him over the edge. His cock twitches violently inside you before releasing a torrent of cum. He tries to stay semi-calm as his orgasm crashes over him, his stomach won’t stop tensing under you and his mouth can’t shut. He can’t hold any of his moans in as his balls empty themselves inside you. 
He feels like it’ll never end, he’s at his peak for what feels like years. He can hear you distantly whining about how full you feel, about how much he’s filling you up. His hips have a mind of their own as he ruts into you pathetically, doing anything he can to prolong his euphoric high. He feels tears spring to his eyes, unable to believe that you could make him feel so good. He feels your lips over his mouth that’s propped open on a silent moan. He’s panting out whines down your throat as you whisper praises to him.
“W- It won’t stop. It- f-feels so go-od” He’s gasping at you as he speaks, his entire body shaking as his cock spurts out more ropes into you. You’re leaking all over his thighs, unable to hold all the cum he’s pumping into you. He moans out your name one last time before his body goes limp, and his cock finally stops spitting into you. He’s incoherent for quite some time, fading in and out of consciousness. 
He always whines out for you when he wakes up, sniffing and huffing until some part of you comes in contact with him. Once it does he’s pulling you into a crushing hug and doesn’t let go for at least another hour.
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thesecretwriter · 3 months
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how each moon boy would react to an argument with you (sfw) – part 1.  
summary: what the title says!
warning: angsty angst.
word count: 1.1k
a/n: I’m feeling angsty lately, so here you gooo! ALSO, there’s more context to the situation of these headcanons, but they’ll be revealed in part 2. So don’t go hating on the moon boys just yet.
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Steven Grant:
“Are you really gonna bring this up now?”
His tone had you looking at him as if he grew another head.
“When else would be a good time to bring this up, hmm? Because I think now is the most appropriate time,”
Steven rolled his eyes as he took off his jacket and sat on the couch facing you.
He had come home from significantly late with no explanation. You found out through social media that he went to an event celebrating Layla without informing you.
“Its late and I’m tired,” he said as he rubbed his face and sighed heavily.
Oh, he is tired?
“You don’t think I’m tired? I understand you have a past with Layla, but the way you go about doing things is exhausting me. All you ever do is talk about her. Everything is Layla this and Layla that,”
You explain to him out of frustration.
“She was right about you,” he says with a hint of sass.
“What do you mean by that?” you asked with furrowed brows.
“I mean that maybe Layla was right about you being controlling. Why do you think I never told you where I’m going. You would’ve tagged along and dampened the mood.
Wow, wow. So, Layla and he talk about you.
“I can’t believe the words that are coming out of your mouth. If you have an issue with the way I am then you should address it to me. Not go and talk to your EX-WIFE about it,” your voice had increased towards the end as you glared at him.
“Its not my problem if you’re insecure,” he said with a shrug.
Each word from him added more cracks to your already breaking heart.
You shook your head at him wordlessly and began to look for your bag and jacket around his apartment.
He sat upright on the couch and watched you with confused furrowed brows.
“What’re you doing?”
Once you gathered your things, you walked towards the door with him now trailing behind you.
“I asked you a question,” he said firmer.
You looked at him with unshed tears and saw his expression soften.
“Leaving,” was all you said before unlocking the door and walking away from him.
Steven cursed under his breath and walked after you.
“Y/n, its late. Stop being ridiculous,”
That ticked your off even further. You abruptly turn around to face him.
“I don’t expect you to be concerned about me anymore. Go ahead and worry about your precious Layla and her thoughts on our relationship,”
You left him standing their speechless as you exited his apartment building. Steven was left feeling an ache in his chest and the weight of his actions and words.
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Marc Spector:
“Look at the state of you,”
Were the first words Marc heard upon returning to the apartment. He had been gone for days and you had no way of contacting him.
“Y/n, please. I just want silence,” he said tiredly and sat lethargically on the bed.
“You can’t expect me to not be panicked when you come home with a gunshot wound. Did you even go to a hospital?” you ask in disbelief.
“I can take care of these things on my own,” he groaned and moved to face you.
“Marc, I can’t keep seeing you like this,” you admit to him.
Each time he left that door you would say a silent prayer to ensure he would come back to you.
“You knew what this relationship was going to be like-“
“Yes, but I didn’t expect you to be coming home like this,” you motion to his form.
Marc was growing annoyed.
“This is my life y/n, what do you want me to do?”
Your eyes searched his tired ones as he spoke.
“Exactly Marc, this is your life. I want you to take care of it,”
He scoffed at your words.
“I don’t need you to tell me how to live my life,” he said bitterly.
“That’s not what I’m-“
“Save it, okay? I already deal with enough when it comes to Khonshu. I don’t want to deal with you as well,”
“Deal with me? What? Marc, what have I ever done to make you feel like this? Me being worried about whether your alive or not upsets you?” you asked a string of questions as endless thoughts ran through your mind.
“Just go,” is all he said as he turned his back to you and laid on the bed.
You watch his form, waiting for him to take back his words, apologise… do something – but he just lays there.
You nod to yourself and gather your belongings to leave. It was well into the night and significantly late, but you did as he said and walked out that front door.
He laid in bed with his thoughts, thinking whether pushing you away was the right choice.
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Jake Lockley:
You walked into the bar to see him stood rather close to an unknown woman.
With anger running through your veins, you walk up to him and see his eyes slightly widen when he sees your approaching him.
“What’re you doing here?” he asked with a monotone.
“I’ve been waiting for you at home for the passed 3 hours,” you said as calmly as you could.
The woman standing close to him looked surprised at your words but made no move to walk away from the obvious situation.
“You should’ve kept waiting,” he said uninterested as he took a sip from his drink.
You watch him with narrowed eyes as he looked back to you.
“Is this how its going to be? You’re going to act like a total stranger in public and my boyfriend in private?” you asked feeling hurt.
He hummed at your words and sat up straight in his seat at the bar.
“You’re clingy,” was all he said, knowing that those words would hit you harder than anything else.
Throughout your life, you always had someone to be around. Your parents, siblings, friends and now in a foreign country you found solace with Jake spent every waking moment with him when you could. It was normal for you, and he didn’t seem to mind it.
“Clingy?” you asked as you choked back tears.
Jake clenched his jaw slightly before relaxing and putting his arm around the shoulders of the woman next to him.
“You heard me,” he said with a chuckle.
You took in a deep breath to compose yourself. Clearly you were not wanted nor needed here.
“Okay, if that’s what you think. You can have all the space you want from now on,” you said and turned to walk away.
“Is she actually you girlfriend?” asked the unnamed woman.
“One of many, hermosa,” he said under his breath.
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jayden-killer · 5 months
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Just read your Steven headcanons and I’m currently sobbing in the corner. Could I request a headcanon list where he actually has a partner? Like a person who will hold him when he cries and just GIVE HIM THE AFFECTION HE DESERVES 😭😭😭
Anon, OFC U CAN! I'm feeling super romantic today, so consider yourself lucky *winks* now, enjoy your request!^^
STEVEN GRANT WITH A S/O HEADCANONS.
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• Dating Steven is like dating Mr. Darcy in real life. He's a gentleman, respectful in your whises and boundaries, and doesn't indulge in things you don't want to. He actually cares. And of course, he loves you. He will do anything to show you how much you mean to him.
• His love language is physical contact and words of affirmation. Both are important to him. He's a very cuddly lover. Always stealing glances, whispering how lovely you are today, while even brushing his calloused thumb on your hand palm.
• In his no moments, he needs to be held. Someone needs to remind him that he matters and that it is okay to let out the bottled-up emotions. We know his childhood and Marc's. Hold him tight next to your chest, let him hear your heartbeat and caress gently his hair. "You're good, Steven, you're good. I'm here. I won't hurt you like the others did."
• You'll share cute moments in the rain, picturing yourselves in a 'La La Land' scene!!
• Or also quiet moments where, the two of you, are cuddling under a warm blanket and reading the books you've bought while being on a "bookstore date".
• Won't mind if you both share your shampoos. So you can smell each other perfume and giggle about it.
• If you are that close to each other and move in his apartment, he'll probably buy another fish and put it in Gus' tank. So now he'll have another companion and won't be alone anymore!
• At the beginning of your relationship, Marc and Jake weren't absolutely fond of you. Don't blame them. They've been backstabbed many times (let's mention the comics too...) and don't want Steven, the most fragile, to experience something like this anymore. Give them time, let them be close to you, and know you, and they will open with each small step.
• If you're a student, he would help you with your assignments/homework. Prepare you your favourite drink. But if you need to be alone and focus on your papers, he'll shush himself up with no hesitations.
• Your guys' official song is: Late Night Talking by Harry Styles.
• He prefers to be held in bed. He is the little spoon. Enjoys your body's warmth and nuzzles his nose in your neck, sometimes leaving pecks on it and smiling at the thought of being so lucky to have found a loyal and loving partner as you.
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P🤎rn Links for Moon Knight
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— I write; Steven Grant & Marc Spector
Warnings || NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit sexual content, p0rn videos
Disclaimer || These are all from Twitter. I will not update this anymore. I’ll also maybe delete this soon…
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— Steven Grant
• Yours and Steven’s first time together
• Morning sex with Steven
• Mutual masturbation with Steven
• More mutual masturbation with Steven
• Netflix & Chill with Steven
• Blowjob with Steven
• Cowgirl with Steven
• Reverse cowgirl with Steven
• Soft sex with Steven
• Steven eating your pussy
• Bathroom sex with Steven
• Steven giving you a creampie
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— Marc Spector
• Morning sex with Marc
• Marc eating your pussy
• Marc playing with your pussy
• Face sitting on Marc
• Marc giving you a creampie
• Bathroom sex with Marc
• More bathroom sex with Marc
• Giving Marc a blowjob
• Blowjob in the shower
• Road head with Marc
• Marc giving you a facial
• Marc fucking your throat
• More of Marc fucking your throat
• Doggy with Marc
• Reverse cowgirl with Marc
• Marc making you squirt then fucking both your holes
• Anal with Marc
• Car sex with Marc
• Mirror sex with Marc
• Marc decorating your pussy with his cum
• Yearning for Marc’s cock to fill you
• Sex with Marc is the best. || One || Two || Three || Four
• Marc rubbing his cock against your pussy. || One || Two
• Giving Marc the best blowjob ever. || One || Two
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moonluvin · 2 months
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bite marks - steven grant.
pairing: dark!steven grant x female reader
summary: in which y/n starts receiving mystery packages from a stranger – not that she minds it since its stuff that she likes. however, things take a turn when a seemingly kind face reveals more than you would expect.
warnings: angst, fluff & smut (holy trinity).
a/n: happy reading!
word count: 3.4k words
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For several weeks you found bouquet of flowers on your doorstep. You were instantly delighted, as you had never received flowers before. It didn't take long for you to realize that someone was watching you.
That someone had maintained a fair distance from you but was close enough to observe you. He kept a book in which he made notes of your likes and dislikes, so far, he had written up quite a detailed profile on you.
As expected, another bouquet of flowers had been left on your doorstep, this time it was accompanied by a note – something which did not occur before.
Curiously, you wasted no time in reading the note.
‘like a moth to a blame, i can't help but feel drawn to your presence.’
It had no name signed to it, just a vague note.
A twisted part of you enjoyed the attention you received as you clutched the note to your chest and smiled briefly.
All the while you were completely oblivious to the stare on you.
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Today, a day just like any other, had a slight change. A man, whom you don’t know the name of had walked into the café you worked at and had a nervous exchange when ordering his drink of choice.
“Steven,” you called out his name and waited for said mystery man to collect his drink. He avoided eye contact and said a little ‘thank you’ before walking to a secluded corner and situating himself there with a book.
You smiled at the sight and continued your workday as usual.
You enjoyed your line of work as it allowed you to indulge in two activities you liked. Meeting people and baking.
Steven had found solace in his little corner with a few glances your way. He didn’t want to be obvious since he was used to watching you from the shadows but watching you in your place of comfort made it almost impossible to keep his gaze away from you.
“Interesting choice,” you said as you cleaned the table next to him.
Your voice surprised him.
He looked at the book in his hand and then back at you.
“I’m actually rereadin’ it,” he said as calmly as he could.
“Oh? You enjoyed it that much?” you said with interest.
The book he had been trying to reread was “Persuasion” by Jane Austen.
“I certainly did,” he said with a smile.
He already knew of your interest in reading and took the initiative to read all books you have read in order to understand you better. Due to his observations of you, it was easy to pick up on your habits and on the fact that you’re unconscious of your surroundings.
You smiled at his reply and politely excused yourself to the kitchen.
Steven’s heart had been beating rapidly for the entire exchange the two of you had. It may have been small, but to him it was the perfect way to insert himself into your life.
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Your everyday life has now consisted of friendly exchanges with Steven on the basis of books and the occasional walk home from him when he waited for you to close up the café.
The flowers from your admirer had not stopped, however, they had now become something you get occasionally.
On this particular day you had been living life as usual when Steven walked in with the sweet smile he had reserved for you, in his hand was his copy of ‘Persuasion’.
He sat at his usual place and waited for you to approach him, as you did so, he wasted no time in nervously babbling to you.
“I know this isn’t the most appropriate way to do this since you’re at work and all, but I would love to take you on a date if you would like to go on one?” he said all in one go and if it weren’t for you being used to taking note of everything your customers say then you wouldn’t have understood him.
Steven avoided eye contact with you the more you remained silent, and he had begun to think that maybe asking you on a date at work was a bad idea.
“I would love to,”
All worry he was feeling had dissipated and he looked with you with a toothy grin.
“You would?” he said slightly surprised.
You nodded in response and smiled at him.
He seemed to grasp his surroundings and returned your smile as he recited that he would have his usual drink. Before you left to prepare his order, he handed you his copy of Persuasion.
“I wanted you to have this,” he said, making a point to maintain eye contact with you.
You were about to protest when he spoke up again.
“Its an annotated copy with notes I made specifically for you,”
As soon as he said that you knew you couldn’t refuse it. So, you took the copy with a soft thank you and went on to tend to his order.
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Following that exchange between you and Steven, the two of you had quickly fell into a relationship where everything seemed natural. Especially with Steven’s efforts towards you.
Upon making things official, you had told him about the flowers you received previously, to which he assured you that it was okay, and he would take care of it if you wanted him to.
Very quickly 3 months had passed by, and it was filled with pure bliss. Steven being a new addition to your life had made it a happy wonderland.
“Do you want anything from the kitchen?” you heard him ask aloud from your kitchen.
“I’m good thanks,” you assured him as he walked into your living room.
A recent activity the two of you shared was reading in the company of each other and annotating the books for one another. Which is what the two of you were currently doing.
You watched his reaction as you pulled out a book you knew he would be surprised to see.
His eyes slightly widened upon seeing the title and his eyes made their way to you.
“Interestin’ book you’ve got there,” he said, his voice sounding lower than before.
“You think so? I thought I’d give it a try,” you said feigning innocence.
“You should, I’ve heard tha’ its quite detailed,”
“You’ve heard of it?” you asked with a raised brow.
“Of course, I have,” is all he said before opening his own book and reading it.
You took it as a sign that he didn’t want to go further with the conversation.
Throughout the night, Steven had noticed the way you would slightly clench your thighs as your eyes skimmed through the book. It was easy for him to pick up on the fact that you were turned on by what you were reading.
He knew this from the many nights he’d seen you touch yourself. You of course were not aware of your audience, not that he would want you to know that.
Even though your relationship with Steven was only 3 months in, sexual activities between the two of you were not a main concern, but that doesn’t mean there weren’t time where either of you got carried away while making out.
He made it known to you that he wanted to take things slow, and you never questioned him because you respected his wishes. The actual reason he wanted to take things slow was because he wanted to enjoy your company before finally indulging in you. It was all part of his plan.
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On a day which was just like any other, you were cleaning up your bookshelf when you realised a particular book of yours was missing. It had been one you read a long time ago and you had specifically put it in a place only you knew of.
You brushed off your concern and chalked it down to you simply misplacing it.
The weather outside had been rainy, but not the calm drizzle you were used to, instead it was storming. Steven had stated he had difficulty in coming to see you and you of course understood this and told him you’d see him tomorrow.
Just as you were about to walk into the kitchen to wash the dishes from earlier, the lights went out. You huffed out a sigh and began looking for candles in order to see properly in the dark.
A sound coming from your living room heightened your senses as you stayed stark still.
You were the only one home, so the noise was unusual to say the least.
With a candle in hand, you softly made your way towards where the noise came from. The rational part of your mind was screaming to leave it alone and retreat to the safety of your room. However, your curiosity had got the best of you.
A book was face down on the floor as you looked around for the source of the noise, you picked it up and turned it around to look at the cover.
It was the missing book. That missing book.
A burning feeling of fear in your chest made you turn around to go to your room, but the figure in the shadows did not allow that.
The stranger’s hand had clasped its way around your mouth to prevent your from screaming whilst the other had pulled you towards him and gripped both your hands in his to avoid you from getting away.
It was by sheer luck that the candle you were holding fell and the flame was put out instantly.
Now, you were in the darkness of your own home while a stranger held you prisoner in his hold.
You felt the vibration of his chuckle as he held you.
“You can’t get away from me,” he said maliciously.
Your eyes widened in shock, and you tried to push your way out of his hold.
“You made it so easy f’me,” he stated as he dragged you towards your room.
He knew his way around your home, which didn’t register in your mind yet since you were trying to get away from him.
That’s when an idea popped into your mind.
You bit down as hard as you could, and he hissed in pain. Before you could scream, he used some type of material to stop you from screaming.
“Don’t make me do things I’ll later regret,” he warned as he stopped to make a point to you.
You complied out of fear and let him take you to your room.
With the absence of electricity, it made it difficult for you to make out the face of the man.
He carefully restrained your hands and made you sit on your bed facing him. You’d assume in a situation such as this you would be scared, but you didn’t exactly know what you felt. Maybe it was the adrenaline.
“If you listen t’me, then we can make things easy,” he stated.
You quirked a brow at him but nodded in compliance. The last thing you wanted was to make him angry.
“I don’t want any funny business, if you try anything against what I’m saying then I’m goin’ to have to use this,”
The little bit of light from outside allows you to see the knife he’s holding in his hand.
You feel a familiar throb between your legs at his words.
“Move more up,” he indicates to your bed, and you move up further to provide him with space to sit at the edge and watch you.
“Did you enjoy getting the flowers from me?”
Of course, it had to be the mystery man who had been sending you flowers.
“I assume you now don’t like them as much since you’re too busy giving time to someone else,” he said with a hint of a smile.
You want to speak and let him know that you missed receiving the flowers, but it occurred to you in that moment that this was a complete stranger to you. So, why did you feel the need to validate the way he felt?
“You may be thinking I don’t know a thing about you, but I know more than anyone else in your life,” he chuckled darkly and looked to the side before facing you again.
“I know all about the dark fantasies tha’ roam around tha’ mind of yours. The fear you feel by thinking about them but also the enjoyment you get,”
You tensed at his words; your thoughts were your own. Something only you were aware of.
He stood up from the bed and pulled you by the ankles to the edge of the bed. Spreading your legs open in the process, you were about to force them closed when he grazed the blade of the knife from your ankle all the way up to your thighs.
Your arms were still restrained in front of you as he began to train the blade towards your neck. Your eyes never left his, even if you couldn’t see them in the dark.
He was enjoying the willingness you were showing him.
“Be a good girl,” he said while using both hands to carefully cut your shirt in the middle. You felt the coolness of the air on your bare chest once he finished.
He stared at you for a moment and contemplated his choices.
“I’m goin’ to allow you to speak, but the moment you do anythin’ out of line. You know the consequences,”
You looked from the reflected blade to his shadowy figure and nodded.
He removed the piece of material from your mouth and waited for you to scream, when you didn’t, he disregarded the material and took hold of your hands by gripping them.
Your hands were above your head on the bed while he straddled you and his face was in line with yours.
“All you have to say is no,” he assured you.
Its funny how he gives you that choice after what his already done.
You thought for a moment, head foggy with thoughts and nodded.
A ghost of a smile made its way to his face.
“You’re a very bold person,” he said before kissing your neck and caging you between his body and the bed. His one hand still remained by keeping your above your head while the other grasped your breast, kneading the flesh and causing you to slight moan.
“You like tha’?” he asked with a chuckle.
You nodded and looked to his lips, as a way of asking him to kiss you.
“Use your words,” he insisted.
“Yes. I liked that,”
He pecked your lips and sat up briefly to take off his own shirt. You laid there and watched him with wanting eyes.
For a moment he stepped away from the bed and tugged at the waist band of your pants till they were off, next to be disregarded were your underwear.
He soon returned to kissing you, but his hand trailed down your body till they were between your legs, feeling your arousal.
“Someone seems to enjoy having a stranger do such things to them,” he chuckled darkly and began to draw little circles on your clit, making you bite your lip to stop your moans from being heard.
“I want to hear you,” he insisted and added more pressure to his fingers on your clit. Your moan of pleasure gave him the validation he so desperately wanted to hear.
“Fuck,” you swore under your breath as he sucked on one of your breasts.
He hummed in acknowledgement and continued his little game of pleasure.
Slowly, he made his way down your body till you felt his tongue teasing your clit.
You went to move your still restrained hands.
“Keep your hands where they were,” he warned and looked up at you.
You complied and spread your legs more for him.
He took his time with teasing your clit, using his fingers to spread you so he could suck on your clit and spread your arousal.
“You’re so wet,” he said with a teasing tone.
“Please,” you begged, not knowing exactly what you wanted.
You felt two of his fingers at your entrance as he stimulated you by still sucking on your clit. He set a comfortable pace, his fingers motioning them in a way that has you almost seeing stars.
You feel yourself going towards that feeling of euphoria and as you clench around his fingers, he stops.
“Not yet,” he said with a chuckle.
You whine in protest but silence yourself once he moves. He removes whatever remaining pieces of clothing he has and situates himself on the bed and pulls you on top of him to straddle him and removes the restraints from your hands.
“Ride me,” he says almost like a plea, which surprises you.
You settle one hand on his shoulder to balance yourself as you guide him into you. As you slowly sink down into his lap, you both gasp at the feeling of each other. He kisses you and pulls your body closer to his. Your hips begin to move on their own accord as you continue to kiss each other.
“Just like tha’,” he praises as he breaks the kiss and looks at you.
Breasts slightly bouncing with the motion of your hips. Out of habit you bite your lip, but soon grip his neck to make him look at you before you kiss him.
Something about him feels so familiar, but any rational thoughts you have are consumed by the feeling of him. A stranger who is making you feel things you’ve only read about.
You continue to kiss him and feel his one hands trail between you and him. You feel the pressure of his fingers on your clit and soon that familiar build up of euphoria is felt in the pit of your tummy.
“You gonna cum f’me?” his tone was demanding yet still held desperation in them.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” you admit and start to move your hips even more.
“Then cum,” he demands, and like the good girl that you are, you cum.
You moan into the kiss and ride out your orgasm, only stopping when you become too sensitive.
He chuckles when you slump against him.
“We’re not done yet,”
He braces you against him and soon your back is on the bed, and he is now above you, his cock still inside you.
In the middle of you gaining your conscious thoughts back, you see him take the knife from before and hold it against your neck.
The feeling of the cool metal makes you gasp.
“I’m not goin’ to hurt you,” he assures you, and somehow you know you can trust him.
He begins to thrust into you at a slow pace, leaning over to kiss you every now and then while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. The blade is still held against your neck. The wetness from your previous orgasm makes it easy for him to thrust into you.
You hear him curse under his breath every few moments, and you know he’s having an internal battle with wanting to thrust into you harshly.
“Do it,” you tell him.
He hums in confusion.
“Fuck me faster, stop holding back,” you tell him.
That was all he needed to hear before you felt him begin to increase the pace in thrusts and the force of his hips were now more brutal than before. He was chasing own high, but at the same time. He was ensuring you felt it just as much. You felt him kissing your neck and without warning, you felt his teeth sink into your neck. The pain causing a sense of pleasure.
“Rub your clit,” he says through gritted teeth.
You do as he says and clench around him at the overstimulation. With a few more thrusts, he’s cumming inside of you and while you cum at the same time. You’re both breathing heavily. You lay there and stare at the ceiling above you, the rational thoughts finally making their way back to you.
A stranger just fucked you in your bed, and you willingly let him do so. Your thoughts were interrupted by said stranger pulling you towards him and kissing you on the forehead. The pain from the bite mark still lingered on your sensitive skin.
“Fuck, y/n. Tha’ was so good,”
That’s when it hits you. That voice.
“Steven?”
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✧ BODY PAINT ✧
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a/n: i feel like every fic with the moon bois this kinktober is just a little uhinged. probably cause i'm head over heels for them and preparing for fics in november. but i personally want to live in this fic. the title is based of an arctic monkey's song but it's also really obvious in the context of the fic. a massive thank you to @soulores for beta reading this for me babes!
day seven - creampie | kinktober 2023
summary: "his touch brought you to life. that oh so familiar feeling ignited your body in a way that you’d never experienced before."
word count: 1.4k+
pairing: steven grant x f!reader
warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, p in v sex, creampie, being hopelessly in love, desperation, cumplay, the title is exactly what this is, steven paints you in...
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His touch brought you to life. That oh so familiar feeling ignited your body in a way that you’d never experienced before. His fingers slid along your bare skin, soft and gentle, but you knew they’d shift eventually. The part of him that was firm, slightly rough in just the perfect way, was simmering beneath the surface—waiting for your request. For the way your lips would perfectly form around a beg of his name.
“Pretty,” he mumbled, tracing the curve of your breast in the bra you’d worn for him tonight.
Your lips quirked up, eyes catching his as you writhed beneath his hand, wanting more than he would give you. This wasn’t unusual. At least not for the two of you. Steven was the man who would give and give until you were begging for him to take—for it to be your turn to give. And that’s how you would wind up here. Panting beneath him as he built you up until you were nearly gone.
“Touch me,” you gasped, hips bucking up into his—the heaviness of his cock pressing against your thigh made your mouth water.
His lips pulled up into a sincere grin. “I am touching you love.”
“No—” His fingers pulled at your nipple through the fabric and your head fell back. The breath being ripped from your chest.
“What do you want?”
You slung your leg over his bare hip, the slick that practically soaked through your panties no doubt coating his skin as he lay atop you. While he was busy taking his time, you knew that he was on the very brink. Going just as insane as you were. He grunted against your throat when your hips canted up again, grinding against his cock.
The sticky feeling of his precum coated the top of your thigh. He was leaking for you, begging you without words, and that was the final thing that broke you. Digging your hand into his curls you brought his lips to yours, moaning when his tongue slid perfectly against yours. Steven tasted like that singular emotion you could never grasp onto before him. You wanted to call it love, and you’d be right to say it. But there was something more there.
A feeling you’d never believed could have existed.
Some would call it obsession, but you knew they’d be wrong to assume.
“F-fuck,” he gasped, grinding into you as his hand kneaded your breast, lips trailing down your jaw.
“Want you inside me baby,” you whimpered.
His head shot up, eyes drinking in the desperation painted clear across your face—your eyes shimmering with it. Pressing his lips against yours, he worked to push your panties to the side, sliding his cock through your slick. A ragged sound tore from his chest when he felt the wet slide of your pussy against his leaking cock—how you were already so ready for him. You wanted to wrap yourself around him, dig your way into his chest and burrow so deep he would never be able to get you out. But that’s the thing about Steven.
He’d let you stay. Happily.
“You’re so wet,” he marveled, your spit trailing along his bottom lip when he pressed himself at your entrance, his eyes nearly rolling back when he began to sink into you. “Oh fuck love.”
Your mouth dropped open, nails digging into his back at the feeling of him stretching you. The slight sting of pain mixing with the pleasure that struck you like a bolt of lightning. A garbled sob echoed in the room, your head tipping back into the pillow and body pressing into him even further. If you could live in this moment forever, you would. The thrum of your heartbeat quick and erratic, your head fuzzy as he thrusted into you until his hips met yours.
“S-Steven—”
“I’m here,” he gasped, his hand blindly searching for yours. “Gonna—ah—take care of you.”
Originally he wanted to take his time, watch you break beneath his soft touches and gentle kisses. But there was an impatience to both of you tonight. Something tantalizing that tore through every layer of patience you might have had—shoving forward the desire that burned through both of you. You wanted him to take, to chase that feeling that built up in both of you, and Steven was more than happy to comply.
His tongue slid along yours, hand pressing yours into the mattress when he started moving. Thrusting into at a pace that only stoked the fire—driving you higher with each shove of his hips into yours. He moaned, the sound broken and fragmented as he only sped up his movements. Driving into you with a force that had your toes curling; the breath catching in your lungs.
“So good,” he mumbled, biting down lightly on your bottom lip—his brows pulled tight as he staved off the building pressure in his body.
Meeting his thrusts with short movements of your own, you felt his body shudder. The strength he had in his arms now wavering as he felt your pussy clamp down around him. The wet heat of you was too much—addictive in the best possible way. And he wanted more. He wanted to see himself drip out of you—wanted to smear you in him. Paint you until you were exactly how he saw you. The most priceless piece of art in a museum.
“Want to cum in you.”
You gasped, your walls fluttering around his throbbing cock. “Yeah?”
He nodded frantically, his fingers digging into your hip. “Wanna—hng—drip out of you. Paint you in me.”
That indescribable feeling pulled at your chest, wrapping you in its heat and you chased it. Urged him on with the soft begging that he loved to hear. Whimpers of please baby, please give it to me were pressed to his jaw, your body floating so high you were afraid you’d never come back down.
“Let me feel it,” you breathed, wrapping your legs around his hips so tight he could barely pull out.
A sound tore from his chest, his body tense as he fought against finishing. But you could see the pure want in his eyes. The need that rose to the surface as he looked at you—traced the curve of your face and lips. He wouldn’t last that much longer, but you knew Steven refused to finish before you. It was like his personal rule. Yet you also understood what you needed more than anything else.
Before you could stop yourself, your hand reached down in between your bodies—fingers curling around his balls. A choked sound escaped his throat, his eyes slamming shut as you tugged on him gently—shoving him (and you) off the edge within seconds. He cried out, his cock slamming into you so deep it pressed right where you needed when he came. Spurting into you with a ragged gasp of air, his body pressing you fully into the mattress—nearly shoving the breath from your lungs.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” he gasped, your name tumbling from his swollen lips.
But you could barely hear him. Your pussy fluttered around him, body shaking as that burning flame sucked you under. Moaning his name softly, you felt him keep going—thrusting into you at the perfect angle to prolong your release. To keep you right there.
You couldn’t be sure how long you lay there, catching your breath as he softened inside of you, his cock twitching every now and then. But then you felt it. His fingers dipping down to where you were spread on his cock, his cum leaking out and dripping down your inner thighs. He smeared it on his fingers, grazing your clit as he moved and dragging another moan from your chest.
“Stay still,” he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck as he pressed his sticky and shiny fingers to your chest. “I meant it, love.”
Heat spilled into your stomach, eyes tracing the trail his fingers left behind. A shiny slickness of your combined releases. You felt your mouth water—eyes heavy lidded and still cloudy with lust. Steven was ever the man of his word. This was no exception as he slid his fingers back down, pressed into you right along his cock, filling you even further. All to gather that sinful combination and spread it along your skin.
To paint you in it.
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Y/N: Steven, with all due respect, but you're an open book.
Steven: *under his breath* Yeah, can't wait for you to find out about the trilogy...
Y/N: What?!
Steven: Wot?!
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fettuccin-e · 5 months
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Man in the Mirror
Kinktober Day 19: Voyeurism
Tags: Marc Spector x Reader x Steven Grant, afab!fem!reader, consensual voyeurism, unprotected piv (pls wrap it in real life omg), dirty talk, slight degradation, Steven watches Marc fuck you through a mirror idk what to tell you (w/c: 1K)
A/N: Back with the boys because I love them and I cannot help myself okay!!! And this is consensual, even though Steven doesn't exactly know it at the beginning, he just thinks he's being a perv. But in my fics, everyone is a perv alright! (this month I have been using these prompts from flightlessangelwings!)
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Steven knows it’s wrong, God, it’s fucking wrong, but it’s like he can’t stop himself.
There’s something about the way Marc fucks you, the way you scrabble at the bedsheets when the shoves you into a lewd arch, his hand pressing into your back. The way you moan for it, heaving breaths into your lungs. It’s the way Marc talks to you through it, talking to you like you’re the filthy one, like you’re the one who’s desperate for it, even though Steven knows it’s both of you.
“God damn, baby,” Marc snarls, fucking into you hard enough that tears are starting to leak down your cheeks. “You’re fucking sucking me in, sweetheart. Feels good, huh? Getting fucked like you need?”
“Yes, fuck, yes,” you gasp through the moans he forces out of your mouth with every thrust. “It’s so fucking good, Marc, you’re so fucking deep.”
Steven should stop, right now. Go hide in the headspace, go to sleep and let you both have some privacy. Fuck, he's as naked as Marc is right now, he should feel exposed, have some god damn decency. But it’s like he’s stuck in place, staring in through the mirror as Marc rips you apart in ways he’s never dreamed to. It’s fucking addicting to watch the way your eyes roll back, the way your ass smacks back against Marc every time he shoves himself in, in, in. He reaches down to his bare cock and squeezes, unable to help it.
You’d only put this mirror up a week ago, and he hadn't even thought about the positioning of it. It’s placed on the wall right across from the foot of your bed, and fuck, he can see everything. He hadn’t noticed, hadn’t thought about this view when he had helped you set it straight, Marc coming into view in the reflection and smirking at Steven like he knew something he didn’t. Steven had brushed it off.
He shouldn’t have fucking brushed it off.
Because he’s sure, almost fucking positive, that Marc had somehow known. He’d known that Steven would watch, just like this, how Marc takes care of their girl. How he destroys you in ways that Steven can’t even think up on his own. It’s a special kind of torture, seeing you like this and not feeling it, not feeling you.
Marc’s thrusts are brutal, violent like the man himself. He treats you with so much care normally, Steven has seen it, but this isn’t gentle in the least. And you love it, crying out and drooling onto your sheets as Marc rips you to pieces, pulling you back onto his cock with thick fingers digging hard into your hips. He’s not sure how long he’s been watching intently, unable to tear his gaze away, when he sees Marc’s head snap up.
Looking right fucking at him.
Steven should go, disappear from the consciousness entirely, but it’s like he’s glued to the spot, his gaze locked with Marc’s. Marc’s thrusts don’t stutter, don’t stop, and you’re blissfully unaware as Marc watches Steven watch you.
Until Marc grins like the bastard he is, and leans down to mutter, just loud enough for Steven to hear, “Guess who’s here, gorgeous?”
“Wh-what?” you gasp through Marc’s unrelenting thrusts.
“He’s watching, baby,” Marc smiles, glancing up at Steven. “Just like you wanted.”
You wanted- you wanted? Steven’s breath catches in his throat, he’s pretty sure his heart stops fucking beating. 
“Steven,” you moan like it’s been punched out of you. “Steven’s here.”
“He’s watchin’ in that mirror you put up, sweetheart,” Marc says, “Watching me fuck you.” Steven is flushed beet-red, he knows it, but still, he watches. “Look at him, baby,” Marc growls, “Fucking look at him.”
Marc reaches up and curls a fist into your hair, tugging your head up to look straight into the mirror, straight at Steven. And God, you’re beautiful, tears falling down your face, your lips plump from the way you’ve been biting at them. You can’t see him, Steven knows that, but you look anyway, like you really can.
“She wanted this,” Marc snarls, and you clench your eyes shut, like you want to hide from Steven’s gaze. “She put that mirror up, hoping you’d watch like this. Wanted me to watch you both too, Steven.” You whine, and Marc’s thrusts seem to get even harder. “Our baby’s a little slut, just wants someone to watch her get fucked, isn’t that right, honey?”
“Your-” you gasp, staring into the mirror, like you’re talking to Steven, too. “Your slut, fuck, just yours.”
Marc fucking growls, his hips driving his cock into you. Steven can hear the way your pussy squishes around him, so wet you’re dripping down onto the sheets beneath you. Your body is covered in sweat, glinting in the light, practically glowing.
“Gonna let him fuck you after this, baby?” Marc grits, “Fucking whore for this cock, can’t get enough.” You slur a stream of yesyesyesyes as Marc reaches beneath you to start rubbing furiously at your clit, and you tremble beneath him.
“C’mon, gorgeous, cum for me.” Marc glances up at Steven. “Cum for both of us.”
Your eyes go wide, your mouth gaping open around a silent scream as you gush down Marc’s cock, body shaking as Marc fucks you through it, letting out a strangled groan of his own. Steven is hard as a fucking rock, straining against his stomach, begging for your touch. He watches as Marc thrusts deep and stills, his eyelids fluttering as he pumps you full of his cum.
You slump into the sheets, and Marc slides out of you, leaning down to kiss down your spine, muttering little praises of “such a good girl,” and “took it so well, looked so pretty,” into your skin. You roll onto your back, tugging Marc down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. Marc smiles against your mouth, and Steven feels that familiar pull to the front.
He shuts his eyes, and when he blinks them open again, you’re smiling up at him, reaching up to brush a reverent hand across his jaw.
“Enjoyed the show?” you whisper, and Steven can’t help the way he grins, the way his heart flutters.
“More than you know, darling,” he mutters, and leans to lick into your mouth. “Got to give Marc a show now, yeah?”
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Helping you with homework. (NSFW)
Moon system x reader. (+18) Headcanons.
SFW version here!
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God bless Steven Grant's heart.
Although you didn't enjoy asking for help with things like this, you knew your boyfriend was the right person for your history assignment.
Unfortunately, remembering dates was your kryptonite.
"I'll explain it to you, okay?" He put on his glasses, and you sighed.
How were you supposed to concentrate when he looked like that?
You watched him go to his room and return with at least six different books in his arms.
And you pushed your chair so close that your shoulders touched.
It started well; you were understanding the timeline from prehistory to the Middle Ages.
However, you didn't take into account that once Steven started talking about his hyperfixations, he didn't stop.
By the second hour, you weren't sure if you were still retaining anything, so you did what your instinct dictated.
You slid down your chair and Steven didn't even notice.
Until after a few seconds when the words caught in his throat when he felt your hand on his baggy jeans.
"Love?" It came out strangled almost.
You were on your knees on the floor in front of him.
"Keep reading."
He obediently lifted his hips to let you lower his pants.
You collected a glob of saliva in your mouth before licking along his erection, he still had his underwear on.
The sudden chill from the damp cloth made him shiver.
"Th-Then, let's get into the topic of feudalism."
By the time you pulled his boxers down, Steven was so hard his cock snapped against his abdomen.
Poor baby Steven, he was so sensitive that the brush of the fabric of his sweater made him moan.
It gave him some relief.
“It was a set of…” a sigh. “Legal and military costumes in mediev-ah, fuck.”
You liked when he cursed.
Your tongue licked the length of him again, and Steven gave you more room by spreading his legs a little more.
“Medieval Europe.” He managed to say. “You remember we talked about i-it, huh, love? The beginning of…”
His head was already inside your mouth and Steven swore he could hear the force with which you were sucking.
“Of the medieval era.” You said after you pulled him out with a little 'pop' from your lips.
His fingers wrapped around yours, forcing you to hold him more firmly.
Steven almost sobbed when without warning you leaned forward.
You could feel it in your throat, but you didn't give him a break, instead you tapped his thigh twice inviting him to continue.
"Yes! Y-Yeah, yes, ahh-. T-The medieval era.” You couldn't see him but he already had his eyes closed. “It was between… Mhmm.”
Who was he trying to fool? He couldn't resist you.
And when he gave up, you made your move.
Bobbing your head up and down for him.
Slow, until his hand was placed on your head, pulling you down hard.
Your nose was brushing against his lower tummy.
And the gagging caused the muscles of your throat to squeeze harder for periods of seconds.
He didn't give you rest even when he came.
“J-Just like that, love.” His voice broke as his whole body shivered. “Swallow it. A-Ah-t-take it, it's all for you."
Steven wasn't that talkative in sex but… He always lost control when it came to you sucking him off.
And you obeyed, swallowing every last drop of his warm, delicious cum.
He remained with his back against the back of the chair with his eyes closed, his hand still in your hair.
She was breathing hard, her curls falling over her forehead.
And his cock was still twitching slightly.
The mere image was obscene.
"Love?" It cost him more than he would like to recover.
"Yes, Steven?"
"Why don't you take a nap while I finish this?"
Marc.
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"I beg you." "No."
"Marc?" "No."
"Please?" "I said no."
You had been following him around the house for about 5 hours. Usually, you had no trouble completing your responsibilities from start to finish, but on days like today, you didn't even have the energy to turn on your laptop.
And Marc, of course, had already decided that there was no way he would help you with something like this.
In his school days, he didn't even do his own homework.
"Please, please, please." "I said no."
After begging for the 46th time, you finally gave up. The rest of the day passed just as boringly until dinner when you took the last sip of coffee from your cup.
"I'm not going to do it." After a week of constant sleep deprivation, you decided that you could afford to sleep for 8 hours just this once.
Marc looked at you in silence for a few seconds before nodding his head.
"Let's go to sleep then."
You obeyed, and you both went hand in hand to bed. Like every night, you felt him press you against his body with both arms.
The exhaustion in your body made you give in in less than 10 minutes.
But Marc couldn't sleep.
At 12:27 in the morning, he quietly got out of bed.
And at 01:53, you woke up. The fear of not feeling your daily companion almost made you cry like a little kid.
You got up to look for him, and it wasn't difficult at all. The light from your laptop illuminated the entire dining room.
And the sound of the keys echoed through the house.
"Marc?" "No," he replied again. Admitting such gestures was not his strong suit.
Still, he pushed the chair back to give you space, and you dragged your feet to sit on his lap.
You sat in front of the laptop and he continued typing with his arms at the sides of your body.
The least you could do was accompany him while he worked for you.
That and make sure he didn't make any mistakes.
You settled in a little jump on his lap.
And he had to take a breath.
Foolish of him not to assume you had noticed.
Another movement of your hips.
"Why don't you go sleep while I finish this?" His hoarse voice gave you a chill.
"I do not want to be alone." And it was not a lie.
With the tips of your feet you used the ground to have more control and you slowly moved again on top of him.
He growled, though you didn't know if it annoyed him to be distracted or because he liked it.
maybe both.
One hand gripped your hip, his fingers making sure you weren't able to move.
Sometimes you forgot the strength your boyfriend possessed.
"Stay." He ordered, his chin resting on your shoulder so he could see the screen.
And you, of course, with a PhD in testing Marc Spector's patience, did not comply.
You pushed yourself down, your ass pressing against his half-hardened cock.
“Shit, sweetheart.” He breathed heavily in your ear and you leaned your back against his chest.
Before you could know it, you were at his mercy.
He left the keyboard of the laptop and his two hands were placed on your hips. You knew his fingers would leave a mark, they always did.
But you didn't stop him when he began to guide your movements on top of his still clothed cock.
"You can't wait a few minutes, huh?" When your legs were on top of his, he separated them without having to use his hands.
His free hand positioned between your legs.
Every move you made on him resulted in more friction for you.
“Marc, Marc, Marc.” Your breathy voice filled the room.
He was pushing up like he was thrusting into you.
The rubbing of your clothes together began to emit heat because of the speed with which you pretended to ride him.
You both looked like teenagers with little time.
“You are going to make me cum on my fucking pants.” He growled against your neck as he nibbled at it to his liking.
Was he complaining or was it a compliment to you?
Anyway, you knew it was over when both of his hands forced you down as he emptied every last drop onto his clothes.
Your breaths echoed, unrhythmic and agitated.
"Go to sleep." He forced you to stand up. And you turned to enjoy the view. Post-orgasm Marc was always something worth admiring.
His glossy lips and red cheeks made you smile. And without meaning to, he smiled back, running a hand through his hair to push the curls away from his face.
"I'll go to bed when this is over."
Jake.
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Spanish was never your strong suit.
And you knew very well that Jake was the one who could help you, but once you asked him, you knew he wouldn't stop bothering you.
He, on the other hand, was an expert in both things: speaking fluent Spanish and teasing you.
"Jake?" "Yes, honey?" "Can I ask you something?"
And as you suspected, he didn't leave you alone all day.
He started with innocent things, pointing to his fork and asking you. "What's this called, love?"
He even sounded like the host of a kid's show at some moments.
But when you lost your temper, Jake did too.
You stopped responding to him and playing along.
Bad idea. If your boyfriend was sure of one thing, it's that a day later you'd be crying in his arms for failing the exam, so he did what any responsible boyfriend would do.
"M-More." You said with a broken voice.
His cock was thrusting deeply into you.
His right hand smacked against your cheek.
It burned deliciously. And it was probably the fifth you received.
"¡Más!" You complained as you corrected yourself while your fingers clung to the bed.
You would have time later to scold him because the mattress was creaking as if he wanted to give up.
"Buena chica." (Good girl.) You wanted to beat the mocking smile out of him.
Even more so when he went back to the slow pace after a few seconds.
Turns out Jake had been in this game for about 40 minutes where he was fucking you to the limit and then suddenly stopping.
You wanted to burst into tears of frustration, but were you going to lie and say you weren't enjoying it?
"Más duro." (Harder.)
His own game played against him when you whispered between moans with your eyes locked on his.
For a moment you thought you had earned another slap, but instead, his hand went around your neck. You knew when he moved faster than you too you were pushing him to the limit.
Even under his body, with his hand forcing you to stay against the mattress, you managed to take control of things away from Jake just by batting your eyelashes for him.
"Más d-duro." You repeated with a broken voice.
And he obeyed.
You were so close
So close.
"Jake, please." Another slap. "¡Por favor! ¡Por favor!"
Your pleas were the straw that broke the camel's back.
"¿D-Dónde lo quieres, huh, a-ah, mierda-, princesa?" (Where do you want it, huh, princesa?) "M-mhm, dentro." (Inside.) And he was so lost in your body expressing the pleasure you felt in so many different ways that he didn't even notice the mistake in your response.
He filled you up.
And then pushed his spend deeper with some more thrusts.
You expected him to come out right away, you both deserved a break.
Instead, he slowly moved his hip again, making you whimper.
“We still have a lot to practice.” It didn't take long for your breathing to change, you weren't even sure you could walk to school tomorrow.
Needless to say, you received an amazing grade for the cheap price of spending those two hours with your cheeks flushing red every time you read certain words.
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m00nsbaby · 7 months
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Helping you with homework.
Moon system x reader. - Headcanons.
Steven.
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God bless Steven Grant's heart.
Although you didn't enjoy asking for help with things like this, you knew your boyfriend was the right person for your history assignment.
Unfortunately, remembering dates was your kryptonite.
"I'll explain it to you, okay?" He put on his glasses, and you sighed.
How were you supposed to concentrate when he looked like that?
You watched him go to his room and return with at least six different books in his arms.
And you pushed your chair so close that your shoulders touched.
It started well; you were understanding the timeline from prehistory to the Middle Ages.
However, you didn't take into account that once Steven started talking about his hyperfixations, he didn't stop.
By the second hour, you weren't sure if you were still retaining anything, so you did what your instinct dictated.
You hugged his arm, the one he wasn't using to underline sentences in his book, and your cheek rested against his shoulder.
Steven's heart raced, as it always did when you touched him spontaneously.
"Am I boring you already, love?" He kissed your hair, and shortly after, you felt the weight of his cheek against your head.
"Never," you simply said as the letters began to dance in front of your eyes.
The truth was that his voice relaxed you. Steven had a tendency to speak quickly, his accent resonating in your ears and warming you to your core, but when things got intimate, his voice seemed deeper.
He spoke slowly to make sure you didn't get lost in his words.
You yawned, and he noticed but didn't say anything. In fact, he kept talking.
And talking.
And talking.
Until your eyelids grew heavy.
"And with that, we conclude the topic of feudalism." You had fallen asleep about 10 minutes ago, hugging Steven's arm and feeling his slow breath against your body.
He chuckled, a sound you didn't even register.
Steven didn't feel bad about it; he knew school was taking its toll on you, and that day you hadn't taken your usual daily nap.
He knew better than anyone that you needed rest.
And because he had once read that people feel sleepy when they're comfortable with someone.
He didn't mind having to continue your assignment by himself, doing everything possible not to move you from his shoulder.
And taking breaks now and then to place a hand on your forehead to keep you from falling forward when you nodded off.
The next day, you woke up in your bed, and Steven had already gone to work.
Under a note with a happy face drawn on it were the seven pages of your handwritten essay.
You ended the day with the highest grade in your group, several congratulations, and many embarrassed smiles that screamed, "I didn't even lift the pen off the desk all night."
Marc.
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"I beg you." "No."
"Marc?" "No."
"Please?" "I said no."
You had been following him around the house for about 5 hours. Usually, you had no trouble completing your responsibilities from start to finish, but on days like today, you didn't even have the energy to turn on your laptop.
And Marc, of course, had already decided that there was no way he would help you with something like this.
In his school days, he didn't even do his own homework.
"Please, please, please." "I said no."
After begging for the 46th time, you finally gave up. The rest of the day passed just as boringly until dinner when you took the last sip of coffee from your cup.
"I'm not going to do it." After a week of constant sleep deprivation, you decided that you could afford to sleep for 8 hours just this once.
Marc looked at you in silence for a few seconds before nodding his head.
"Then let's go to sleep."
You obeyed, and you both went hand in hand to bed. Like every night, you felt him press you against his body with both arms.
The exhaustion in your body made you give in in less than 10 minutes.
But Marc couldn't sleep.
At 12:27 in the morning, he quietly got out of bed.
And at 01:53, you woke up. The fear of not feeling your daily companion almost made you cry like a little kid.
You got up to look for him, and it wasn't difficult at all. The light from your laptop illuminated the entire dining room.
And the sound of the keys echoed through the house.
"Marc?" "No," he replied again. Admitting such gestures was not his strong suit.
Still, he pushed the chair back to give you space, and you dragged your feet to sit on his lap.
You sat sideways, your head resting on his shoulder as the warmth of his body relaxed you from head to toe.
He kept typing.
You don't know how long you slept there, but a while later, you felt him carry you to bed.
And just a few hours later, your alarm went off, with Marc's arms crushing you against his chest, and your laptop patiently waiting in the dining room.
Jake.
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Spanish was never your strong suit.
And you knew very well that Jake was the one who could help you, but once you asked him, you knew he wouldn't stop bothering you.
He, on the other hand, was an expert in both things: speaking fluent Spanish and teasing you.
"Jake?" "Yes, honey?" "Can I ask you something?"
And as you suspected, he didn't leave you alone all day.
"Could you pour me a glass of water?" "¿Perdón? No te escuché." (Sorry? I didn't hear you.)
You looked at him with a furrowed brow.
"¿Y bien?" (Well?)
"Un… vaso de… agua." (A glass of water.) "¿Por qué?" (Why?) "Por favor." (Please.)
You rolled your eyes for the 17th time that day.
And he kissed you for the 23rd time.
"¿Amor?" You looked up from your phone. "¿Cómo se llama esto?" (What's this called?) You watched him point to his fork.
You were 12 seconds away from murdering him with your own hands.
"Tú puedes." (You can do it.) He sounded like the host of a children's program. "Te…"
"Te…" You stared at him, waiting for more clues. "Neeee." "Dor."
Kiss number 27.
You won't deny that you didn't hit him multiple times and gave him full-body shoves since you needed all your strength to at least get him to move.
And he mocked you every time.
"I hate you." "No-oh. Intenta de nuevo." (Try again.) "¡Te odio!"
At least this time he made you laugh.
It turns out that all day you didn't get around to doing the study session you had planned for the day.
And you probably learned more than if you had done it.
Still, you cursed when you felt your boyfriend's hands on your shoulders as he approached you from behind.
You looked up, and he leaned down to your height, with that mischievous smile that seemed permanently etched on his face.
"What?" "Te amo." (I love you.)
You blushed.
"Te amo." you said back as you received a chaste kiss on your lips.
You had lost count.
"Eres el amor de mi vida." (You're the love of my life.) Another kiss. "Espero algún día encontrar las palabras para hacerte saber cuanto te amo." (I hope to someday find the words to let you know how much I love you.)
You stopped paying attention once his lips started brushing against yours as he spoke.
"Te amo." he repeated, placing another kiss on your lips.
And when you thought the day was over, he didn't miss the opportunity to test your patience once more.
"Goodnight, babe." "No te entendí." (I didn't understand you.)
In the darkness, you heard the thump you gave his chest.
"Buenas noches." You kissed his shoulder.
And yes, the next day, you let him enjoy his multiple "I told you so" moments when you passed the exam.
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moonkxit · 7 days
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Fooling Steven Grant HCs [afab reader]
CRAZY CONCEPT but just hear me out wc: 760
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⋆ The whole thing started the night Steven came over after an extra shift-- to see you peeling off a transparent mask that stuck to your skin. Naturally, It didn't look like a face mask, but instead more like an actual layer of skin.
⋆ Obviously Steven isn't dumb enough to think that it's actually your skin…
"Does this brand of mask hurt when you're removing it?"
Unless….
⋆ ..Unless you've seen countless trends of people playfully gaslighting their boyfriends about 'shedding' after periods. And obviously, this was too good of an opportunity to give up.
⋆ "What mask?"
"Th-? The one you're taking off right now, love."
"Steven… that's not a mask.."
"Wh-"
"It's skin! I'm doing my monthly shedding."
⋆ Oh the confusion in his face was palpable. At first it was like, 'You're joking, right?' kind of bewilderment, denoted by the dopey smile on his face while his brows knitted in confusion.
⋆ but that declined into actual confusion and surprise when he noticed your expressions didn't have any sign of goofing off. Only you were aware of the struggle of holding it together.
⋆ "Girls don't.. shed.. do they?"
"They do, Steven."
⋆ You could almost feel bad for him. But your reassurance kinda made him back off for a bit and retreat back into the bedroom. You were disappointed that he didn't have a crazy reaction.
⋆ But boy were you in for a treat when you came back to the bedroom. Of course, Steven, was obsessively scrolling through his phone, eyes concentrated on the headlines but as soon as he noticed you step in..
⋆ "Doesn't say anythin’ about shedding, does it? No."
He sooo proudly showed off the phone screen to you, but you already saw this coming. You knew Steven like the back of your hand, of course he was going to try sass you.
⋆ "Yeah.. that's because it's a secret. We don't really say it to all men. Because of like.. the salem witch trials. Imagine if everyone found out that women can shed skin like a snake."
⋆ He was going to call it ridiculous, but you somehow made sense, in a very, very odd way. But That didn't mean he was completely going to trust you on this yet, even if he loved you to the end of the world.
⋆ "But what about the men that know? Like.. me."
⋆ "Think about it Steven, I wouldn't be making this so obvious if I didn't trust you enough to hold this huge secret." (that was the first truth in a bed of lies, you did trust Steven with alot of things)
⋆ The best part was that you can see his brain short-circuiting. Steven is one of the most smartest people you know, so seeing such moments is very very special
⋆ Now the thing is, practically, he has small social circle, Which means the people he can ask this to is also minute. Obviously he cant ask this to Donna!
⋆ He's tried Marc but Marc is kinda gullible, the moment he broke this to him, Marc believed it because it wouldn't make sense why you'd lie?
⋆ Surely Jake can help! He's been involved with many women before, right? That's what he claimed. Anyways, Jake admits that it's true. Because god forbid Jake loses a chance to fuck with Steven
⋆ Layla came around the other day, and his mistake was asking her right infront of you. All you had to do was to show Layla the 'look' behind Steven's back, and she caught on easily
⋆ "You told him?" Layla said, just as Steven noticed that she was looking at you
⋆ but that was the nail in the coffin; Steven actually believed that women shed their skin
⋆ It was a quiet month after that incident, that even you forgot about it; until you got your period again and by the end of the week, he actually showed up with moisturizers and sweets because "It looked like it hurt to peel a layer of yourself off" :(
⋆ Steven, your sweet summer child, had bought you care products because he actually believed what you said
⋆ Obviously after that, you let him in on the actual secret that it was just a transparent mask sheet and his immediate reaction was rejoicing that he was right
"I wasn't going crazy then!! Women don't shed!!"
⋆ The absurdity of that sentence was just amazing, that you couldn't help but laugh and subsequently, it makes him laugh too
⋆ Ending the night (and this horrendous lie) by sharing the chocolate Steven bought and talking about it together is most definitely a welcome conclusion <33
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luvrxbunny · 6 months
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delicate
Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader
Prompt: Morning Sex
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, talk of rough sex(?) piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)
WC: 1.7k
A/N: i struggled so hard to finish this omfg
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You’re half asleep but you can feel the body next to you wiggling around, grunting and groaning as he tries to get comfortable. Everyone and their mother knows how restless Marc is, but usually after a night like last- one with you taking whatever he gives you for hours on end- he’s usually out like a light. You’d hoped that would happen, it was the only reason you let him abuse your body the way he did. You can still feel the pressure of his hands harshly gripping your neck and hips, pawing at your chest. You banked on the thought that he’d let you sleep but instead, he’s interrupting your rest. “Marc, stop moving.” Your voice is rough from how he used your throat last night. He’s frozen and silent for a bit. 
“M’Sorry, love.” His voice is a low whisper, with a softness, and an accent that doesn’t fit Marc. Your eyes shoot open and you turn to him. He’s sitting up, looking down at where you’re lying. His eyes are soft and apologetic, paired with a little nervous smile on his lips. “Steven?” He gives you a sorry smile and a little nod. 
“Yeah, Marc- Marc just passed out so.. I- I didn’t really mean to I just…” He trails off and looks down at the covers, twisting them between his fingers. “I know he doesn’t clean you up sometimes? So I- I just wanted t’help.” He’s timid as he speaks like this is something you might get upset at him for. You slide your hand across the sheets to tangle with his fingers. 
“Do you do that often?” You feel bad, you never even knew that Steven was the one cleaning you up, you always figured Marc just did it in the middle of the night, whenever he woke up. Steven gives a nervous little chuckle, “Only all the time!” He says it like a joke, a silly smile on his face but you just feel guilty. “N-not funny?” A soft smile forces its way onto your face at that and you look up at him. 
“I just feel bad. I’ve never thanked you or anything. I didn’t know.” Your thumb rubs back and forth over Steven’s hand and he’s smiling gently at you, a look of soft adoration in his eyes as he leans down and places a kiss on your cheek. “I don’t do it for the thanks you know.” You giggle at him as he gently pets your hair, soothing you. “I know Stevie.” You wrap one arm behind him and pull your body to his, resting your head on his thighs. “I still feel bad so… Thank you.”
He’s chuckling nervously and patting your head awkwardly. “Y-yeah, don’t mention it, love.” You tighten your arms around his waist with a sigh and start to get comfortable, hoping to fall back asleep when you feel his boner. You let out a little noise of surprise and lift your head, turning to look up at his red face. His eyes are shut for a moment, holding his breath as you just stare at him with a shocked smile. “How..? Marc and I-”
“I’m not Marc.” He says it colder than you’ve ever heard from Steven and you’re a bit taken aback. 
“I- I know. I just figured because… well same body..?”  His already loose smile turns into a grimace at your words. 
“We’re different people though.” You sit up, crisscrossed and facing him. 
“I know that, Steven. I promise.” He nods at your words slowly but is looking down at the sheets, letting the silence hang in the air. You look him over, he’s obviously upset but he’s still hard. 
“Do you want me to take care of you?” His brows furrow and he tilts his head to you, confused. “As like- Like a type of payment because I clean you up? I’m all set, love. I’ve got no one beating me around like Marc does to-”
“I meant your boner, Steven.” His mouth snaps shut and his eyes go wide. He takes a slow breath and his eyes finally wander back to yours. His cheeks and ears are turning red as his breathing gradually picks up. He’s analyzing your face, trying to figure out if you’re being serious or not.
“Would y’even want to? I’m sure you’re still sore a-” You cut him off, slowly climbing onto his lap, and undoing the drawstring of his pajama pants. “Can you be gentle, Steven?”
He takes a deep breath and his eyes soften even more. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his eyes are on your lips, lingering there for a long while before looking into yours. “I only want to be gentle with you. You’re just so-” He just lets out an exasperated breath and crashes his lips into yours, groaning when you whine into his mouth. He lifts his hips to help you pull his pants off and he moans into your mouth at the cold air on his overheated cock. 
You lift yourself onto your knees and run your fingers through his hair with a soft smile at the way his eyes flutter shut. “You ready, Stevie?” He smiles and almost nods before his eyes shoot open again. 
“No…” His hands wrap around your waist and he flips you both over, earning a short yelp from you. “Can’t have you doin’ all the work, now can we?” He has a bright smile on his face, absolutely beaming at you as he lines himself up. The smile only falters when his tip nudges against your entrance, he drops his head to look, gasping at the wetness that’s gathered there, and the way it smears over his head.
He looks up at you in shock. “All f- f’me?” You can’t help but moan at his words, your hands tightening in his curls. His eyes roll back as he presses his tip in, moaning once it pushes past your entrance, now surrounded by your heat. You’re whining for him, still sensitive from how Marc used you the night before, and on the brink of insanity from how slowly Steven is rubbing along your walls. 
He’s fucking you in short thrusts, still not putting his whole cock inside you. He starts kissing you and playing with your clit while fucking you on his tip. “S- Steven.” He slows his thrusts and kisses you delicately, his lips barely brushing yours. “Y’Alright, honey? Wan’ me to slow down?”
You’re overwhelmed by his sweetness, it’s clouding your head and filling your veins. “No, I- I want it all, baby.” His eyes flutter with a soft gasp at your words. He nods silently, taking a deep breath before pushing the rest of his cock into you. He slides right in, immediately punching into your already bruised G-Spot. You gasp and pull him down by his hair, forcing his lips into yours with a broken moan. 
His hand comes up to your jaw, his thumb pressing into one side with his fingers on the other, and pushes your head up. You let out a breathy moan at the action, the dominance and gentleness of it as he starts kissing your neck. You expect him to start sucking hickeys into your neck but it never happens. He just keeps pressing his soft, wet lips against your neck, a pleased hum leaving his lips every time they touch your skin. 
His hips keep their rhythm but they become more forceful, more deliberate as he listens to your moans climb, your hands tightening in his hair. He lifts his head to smile at the state you’re in, tears in your wide eyes, your lips wet and pouting as you try to pull him in. He brings his hands down to your lower back, arching you up for him as he continues fuck into you at a mind-numbing pace, his soft smile only winding you tighter. “S-so good, baby.”
His pace falters at your praise but he recovers quickly, hoping you didn’t catch on, and bends down to kiss you instead. You’re barely kissing him back, your mouth is open against his lips, letting out happy moans, a smile spreading over your face shakily as he pulls away from your lips, his cock twitching inside you when he sees your face. “Feelin’ good, hmm?” His voice is trembling along with his hands. “I’m getting- shit” His pace slows as he closes his eyes and brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles and moaning at the way you squeeze him. “I’m so c-close, baby. Tryin’ so- so hard f-for you, sweetie but-”
You shut him up with a kiss, moaning into his mouth as you teeter on the edge of orgasm. You couldn’t believe how badly he needed you. You’ve never seen him like this, he never asked for anything and you guys had never really discussed the premise of your relationship. He’s never asked for anything sexual, just some kisses when he’s feeling down and occasional cuddling but this is a first. You didn’t know he’d been doing everything your boyfriend should be doing- with no reward. He’s so so sweet. 
“It’s okay, baby. I’m so close. I wanna feel- I- Oh, f-fill me up, please, love.” His eyes roll back at your request and his hips speed up with a whimper. You feel your body start to tingle, concentrated in your stomach, and your legs tense around him. You’re trying to hold off until he cums, you want to be coherent enough to feel his warmth as it spreads in you. Unfortunately, your orgasm is triggered the second he starts cumming. 
Your name leaves his mouth in a helpless, drawn-out groan and you’re clamping down on him with a similar moan of his name leaving your mouth. You can see a satisfied smile spreading over his face as his hips stutter into you, spewing thick ropes of his cum into you. You’re twitching around him, legs shaking over his hips and you feel bad about how loudly you’re moaning in his ear but you can’t bring yourself to lower your volume. You’re paralyzed as Steven drags out your orgasm, thrusting his hips into you shallowly, breath stuttering at the stimulation. He’s whispering soft praise in your ear as you come down, “You’re so delicate. He’s too rough with you. You’re like a flower petal- a butterfly wing, you gotta treat ‘em nice. You’re so beautiful, so good t’me, a pretty little thing, you are.”
His voice fades away as you fall back asleep, despite the sun that's beginning to stream through the window. 
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