Steven Strait in Magic City S01E07 “Who's the Horse and Who's the Rider?”

Magic City: during the late 1950's, a well-connected family operates the Miramar Playa, Miami Beach's most exclusive resort. Stevie Evans manages the hotel lounge & plays an important role in his father's affairs whenever he isn't too busy womanizing!

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I think you're giving me too much credit, but thanks, JP. Don't worry, Stacie grows on you.

Probably, so enjoy it while it lasts. Too much credit doesn't come around often. Dude, your sister is kinda mean, I think. Are you aware? Is this new? Did she beat you up when y'all were little?

Effective immediately, Stevie Evans is being completely rebooted. He is to be treated as a brand new character.

On my Wattpad and AO3, I've been posting a fic called Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow. If you're interested, my Wattpad is EmmaB213 and my AO3 is EmmaB13.

I'm considering transferring them here - in script form rather than as a fic. Similar to the preexisting fic, with minor changes, plus added characters, music, and storylines. As well as the storylines based in McKinley, we'll see other characters from the original series, though the main focus will be on the New Directions.

For those of you who don't know the fic, it is based around Stevie and Stacey - Sam's younger siblings - in high school, as members of the New Directions, telling the stories of them and their friends. Those characters will still exist in this version, but rather than focusing on only our main 8, the full club will have their own storylines.

Additionally, some things about the timeline will change. Since the prequel, Yesterday's Gone, will not be adapted, some backstory will be moved into the main storyline. Since we will be given more time to get to know our characters - rather than being limited to one fic, this will be written as a multi-season show - things will be moving at a slower pace, leaving room for further development.

Let me know if you're interested in my version of a Glee reboot :)

Final Exam

Who: Owen Evans & Stevie Evans

Where Stevie’s suite.

Notes: Stevie and Owen scene and incorporate bondage, orgasm denial and then mess around some more in the shower afterwards. @stevie-evans-dom

Word Count: 7,877

STEVIE: Stevie had just gotten back from the supply room, stocking up on a few different items that he'd need for his and Owens final presentation. Of course he had a good majority of the items himself, like vibrators to tease the submissive with, but his rope collection had been lacking. Stevie laid everything out on his bed, neatly organized just how he liked it. He then moved to set up the camera, making sure that the angle was perfect and would cover the entirety of the room. Once he believed everything was set, he moved to the living room where he sat and waited. Though it would be his first final here, he felt comfortable with his partner being Owen. Even if they hadn't had a scene together before, the submissive felt like family to him, and he knew that the boy trusted him as well. OWEN: It was a short trip from Sam's penthouse down a floor to Stevie's suite. Their grade aside, Owen was actually looking forward to spending some quality time with his unofficial brother-in-law. So much had happened since Stevie's arrival that they hadn't had much chance to connect. Now was as good a time as any. Finding Stevie's door and dressed as requested in short shorts and a tank top, Owen knocked on Stevie's door and bowed his head, more than ready for them to get their scene on the road. Although he probably wouldn't admit it, he was genuinely curious also to see if Sam's effortless Domming skills ran in the family like he thought they might. He was about to find out. STEVIE: Stevie heard the knock and scrambled to his feet, ready to begin. He made his way to the door and opened it, smiling at the blonde boy on the other side. "Hey there. Come in," he spoke clearly and stepped to the side, allowing space for the submissive to enter. Stevie watched Owen clearly, trying to gauge his emotions, wanting to see if there were any nerves that needed calming before they began. But truthfully, he seemed fine. He seemed totally ready and willing to begin. "How are you? Can I get you a drink before we start?" OWEN: As the door swung open, Owen raised his head and beamed up happily at Stevie. "Hi, Sir!" He rose to his feet and wrapped his arms around Stevie to hug him, instantly breaking the ice the only way Owen really knew how. "I'm doing great! How 'bout you?" He spun on his heel as Stevie shut the door behind him. "I'm alright for now. Maybe just some water if anything." Owen had been submitting for over two years now. It was second nature to him, as were exams like this, so he was confident that he'd be able to snag them a good grade no matter what. "M'excited to see how this goes, Sir. You Evans' have a reputation for being damn good at Dominating. At least...the one that claimed me is." He winked, teasing Stevie a little to keep things light. STEVIE: Stevie nodded, placing a gentle hand on Owen before walking into the kitchenette to grab him a glass of water. "You know, I learned a lot from Sam," he said as he brought the water back to Owen. "He taught me a lot of what it takes to be a good Dominant, but we also have a lot of differences, so I really hope that you enjoy yourself tonight. Even if this is for a grade, I still want you to have fun. And if at any point you aren't, you can let me know, and we just readjust. Understood?" He finished with a smile, wanting to assure the boy that this was still very much an open conversation. "Now, what do you say we head into my room? I have all of the items set up as well as the camera. You can take a look at them all and if there's anything you don't want to use, you can remove them. How does that sound?" OWEN: Owen grinned and nodded happily. “Totally understood, Sir. I’m just teasing, really. You and Sam are totally different people so I’m expecting a totally different experience. I’ll use the stoplight system for safe wording purposes if it comes to that, but I’ve got a really good feeling about this.” He bounced on his heels a little once they got to the kitchen. “We’re gonna have a blast and get a good grade doing it! I’m making it my personal mission to make sure you have lots of fun too, and feel fully, completely serviced.” He added with a playful wink. After finishing his water, he set the glass down and nodded. “Let’s do this, Sir.”  He said as he reached for Stevie’s hand, content to let the Dom lead them into their scene. STEVIE: "I appreciate that, Owen. Truthfully I was a little worried about that, but I'm glad that you seem to understand that we're different." He relaxed even more, nodding in response. "I'm glad you're so eager. It's going to make tying you up and teasing you that much more fun, hm?" Stevie chuckled as he took the submissives hand, leading him into his bedroom where everything was set up. "So, I have ropes, some different vibrators and also a cock cage. I wasn't sure if you were okay with being caged, but if not, we don't have to do that." OWEN: "I'm like the definition of eager when it comes to submitting, Sir. Just you wait." Owen winked back at Stevie and then followed him obediently into the bedroom where they'd officially kick off their scene.  Owen scanned the room, taking note of all the things Stevie mentioned. "I'm okay with all of the above, Sir. When I get really needy, Sam likes caging up my little cock. It drives him crazy, so I've got no problem feeding into that. Of course, the ropes and the vibrators are a-okay with me too. I'm your little toy for the next hour, Sir. Have all the fun you want and I'll let you know if anything's too much." STEVIE: "I like eager," he replied simply. Stevie watched as Owen looked around, happy to hear that everything was to his liking. "Well, if that's the case, we should get started then, hm?" He stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on Owens waist. "I already have the camera recording, so we're all set there. I want you to take your clothes off, Owen. And then I want you to remove mine for me. And fold them up neatly on that chair over there." OWEN: Owen's smile softened when Stevie set his hand on his waist. He nodded and crossed his arms over himself to take his shirt off fluidly. He followed that by stripping out of his shorts, shoes, socks, and underwear. Shameless in his nudity, Owen folded his garments and set them on the chair. Then he turned to Stevie and gently took his shirt off after meeting his approving gaze and repeated it all once more. Kneeling down, he worked Steview's pants and underwear down in one go, helped him step out of it, and then folded everything on the chair. Returning to a kneeling position at Stevie's feet, he glanced at the Dom's cock for a moment, wetting his lips mindlessly before he met Stevie's gaze, waiting patiently for further instruction, his cock twitching in response to their respective states of undress. STEVIE: Stevie was impressed with how quickly Owen responded to his instructions. He wasted no time in removing his own clothing, returning to undress Stevie next. The Dominant felt slightly vulnerable as Owen looked up at him the way he did, but he pushed it aside as he pressed a gentle hand against Owens cheek. "You look so pretty like this. On your knees, just waiting to be told what to do. Don't think I didn't see you look at my dick, Owen, I saw. You want it? Do you want to get your pretty little lips around me and make me feel good?" A wetness began to form between Stevie's legs as he spread them wider, giving Owen a view of his sex, cock and vagina showing. "You can touch my cock only, okay? For now. Suck." OWEN: Owen grinned, "I've been told it's one of my more natural-looking positions. I'm glad you like what you see, Sir."  At his following suggestion, Owen couldn't even keep himself from nodding eagerly. "Mmhmm, yes please, Sir!" He blushed at the way Stevie talked at him, but not at the fact that he looked at Stevie's cock. Owen leaned into his sluttiness, and he loved it, even more, when a Dom was willing to play up to that. He looked at Stevie's crotch and wet his lips. He had very little experience with female parts, and he figured Stevie knew that - so he was happy to let Stevie tell him what he could and could not play with, and how to do so. "Sir, yes, Sir," Owen replied teasingly, winking a little before he leaned in and took Stevie between his lips. He moaned happily and sucked, bracing himself against Stevie's thighs as he started to work the Dom over. STEVIE: "Well whoever told you that was very right. You look like you were made for this," Stevie confirmed to Owen. Even after showing the sub his vagina, he still seemed so eager to please, and that only made him more comfortable and truthfully more turned on than he thought possible as his cock twitched in between Owens lips. "There you go, baby...just like that." Stevie was aware that his cock wasn't a traditional cis-male cock, but that didn't mean that blowjobs weren't insanely enjoyable for him. "Doing so good, such a natural cock sucker." OWEN: Owen preened at Stevie's praise. Cocksucker was one of those pet names that really ticked off his humiliation box in a scene, and it never failed to encourage him to amp up his submission at the moment. He leaned forward and choked himself on Stevie's rod for show. Of curse, he could take just about any cock with no problem, but who didn't like watching a submissive choke and gag on their cock. Owen's eyes rolled with pleasure and he slobbered all over Stevie's member, moaning all the while in appreciation of the Dom's praise and encouragement. STEVIE: God...the noises that he made...Stevie was soaking wet at this point not even from the stimulation, but the performance he was getting out of Owen as he gagged on him, it was so much. After a few moments, he pulled him off, somewhat harshly, smiling at the juices that were covering his lower half of his face. "So good, such a good boy. How about we get that cock of yours caged up, hm? Before it gets too hard?" Stevie offered a hand to Owen, helping him stand up and moving him to the bed. He grabbed the cock cage as he teasingly ran his hand up the boys leg, resting just on his thigh. "If you're good, and so everything I ask of you, maybe you'll get to cum. How does that sound?" OWEN: Groaning gutturally, Owen squeezed at Stevie's thighs and gagged loudly at the base of Stevie's cock before he was yanked off, a sheepish, pleased expression on his face in lieu of it all. Biting his lip, he glanced down at his semi-hard cock and tried to mentally will it to soften a little. "Sounds good, Sir. It's now or never, honestly." He took Stevie's hand and stood, sitting back down on the edge of the Dom's bed. He grinned at Stevie's promise, his gaze fixed on the cage in the other's hand. "That sounds amazing, Sir! I never get to come!" STEVIE: Stevie did his best to pretend to feel bad for Owen, but it came out very sarcastically. "What a pity. A pretty thing like you being denied? Who would do such a thing?" As he spoke, Stevie placed the cage on to Owens cock, being sure to move his skin around so there was no pinching. "How does it feel? Any discomfort at all? Does it need to be adjusted?" OWEN: Biting down on his lip, Owen smirked up at Stevie and sighed. "Mmm, you know who - and something tells me you're gonna take a page outta his book in that regard, at least." He willed his cock somehow to soften just enough to accommodate the tight cage. He winced in slight discomfort - but that discomfort helped soften his cock as well and soon enough he was settled into the device and was thrown that much closer towards sub-space. "N-No... It's fine so far, Sir." Owen said, batting his lashes up at the Dom. "I'm not sure it'll stay that way once I start sucking your cock again, though." STEVIE: "Sam is right to deny you. Such a pretty little cock..." Stevie ran his finger along the now caged member... "deserves to be denied. You cum on my terms. Like a good boy." Stevie bit his lip and nodded. "Good. And I think if it tries to get hard, a little reminder of your situation, wouldn't hurt. Don't you think?" Stevie stepped away for a moment as he grabbed some of the rope, moving to tie it to the headboard. "Arms up, I'm going to tie your wrists now, and then your ankles. And then we're really going to get started. Color?" OWEN: Owen shivered and nodded. “Mmhmm, exactly. It’s gotten to the point where I don’t even need to come. It’s nice when I do, but I get way more pleasure from holding off if that’s what my Dom wants.” Owen took a breath when Stevie got up and came back with the ropes. He smiled and nodded, laying back and reaching his arms up against the head board. “Green, Sir. We’re all good. Tie me up and do whatever you want with me.” His chest rose and fell, his lashes fluttering as Stevie moved to secure him to the bed. STEVIE: Stevie smiled at that, impressed at how trained Owen really was. "That's because you're such a good boy," he spoke as he grabbed some rope, climbing onto the bed to begin tying it to Owens wrists, securing him to the bed. "You know your place, and your place is submitting and pleasing Dominants. Isn't that right, Owen?" Stevie spoke in a teasing voice as he pulled on his wrists, testing to make sure they were tight but not too tight. Once he felt they were how he wanted them, he moved down to his ankles and performed the same treatment. He then climbed off the bed, taking in his work with a smirk. "God, you look beautiful like this. All spread out and just there for me to use. Do you want me to use you, Owen?" OWEN: Grinning, he nodded eagerly as Stevie started to tie his wrists to the headboard.  "Uh-huh. It's what I was born to do, really. You'll see just how true a statement that is by the time we're done here, trust me, Sir." Owen's cock twitched uselessly in its cage. He winced a little at the pain that dealt and his cock retreated. Still, he was no-less turned on by everything that was happening. Once he was secured to the bed, he turned and flashed a grin at Stevie as the Dom admired his work. "Mmm, please, Sir. Use me like the hole I am. Just...God, take me, please?" STEVIE: Stevie stepped close once again, using the opportunity of Owen being tied up to run his hands along his body. He started at his ankles, moving teasingly slowly up to his thighs and stopping just where the cage held Owens cock. "Look at that...so useless, isn't it? Serves no purpose here." Bringing his hand down to his stomach, he continued working his way up Owens body. This time he stopped at his chest, and brought both hands to tease at the sub's nipples, tweaking them just slightly as he pulled at them, trying to make them hard in his fingers. Once satisfied, he brought his thumb up to Owens lips with a simple instruction, "Suck." OWEN: Owen moaned at that humiliation when Stevie mentioned how useless his cock was, all caged up. God, he was good at that. The submissive's cheeks flushed and he nodded. "It barely serves a purpose when it's not caged, Sir. I'm nothing but a tight little hole for Doms to use, My dick's pretty, but it's really just there for show - and even then I think it looks better caged up." He giggled but that quickly gave way to a moan of delight when Stevie got higher and tweaked his nipples. Owen's broad back arched off the bed and he threw his head back in pleasure. "Oh yeah...k-keep doing that, Sir. Please." He looked up, saw Stevie's thumb at his lips, and lurched forward, taking the digit into his mouth to suck and slobber on it greedily. STEVIE: Stevie was really impressed. Owen truly did know his place as a submissive, and not only that; he seemed to thoroughly enjoy it. "That's right," he spoke as he looked down at him, still pushing his thumb inside Owens mouth. "You're just a hole. A pretty, tight little hole that exists purely for Dominants to enjoy. What a good boy to be able to admit that." As Owen continued to suck at his thumb, Stevie used this chance to climb onto the bed, straddling his chest, his wet core now resting on Owen. "Do you think you've earned my cock?" OWEN: Owen sighed and melted into the mattress when Stevie moved and straddled his chest. The Dom was fairly light, so it didn't put enough pressure on him to detract from his efforts to suck at Stevie's thumb. He felt the other's wetness against his chest and his cock twitched with painful interest inside its cage. "Mmm, you're really enjoying this, aren't you, Sir?" Of course he was, but Owen liked to hear his partner say so as often as possible. "That's totally up to you. I'll accept your cock when you decide I've earned it. If you're asking if I want it, then...yes, one hundred percent, Sir." STEVIE: "How could I not be enjoying this? A pretty little thing tied up on my bed...all open and exposed for me," Stevie let his other hand stroke down the side of Owens face. "Good answer, sweet thing. I think you have earned it." He scooted forwards, close enough that his cock was just centimeters away from Owens lips, teasing him. Stroking himself with his fingers, Stevie let out a few breathy moans, making sure to put on a show for the boy below him. "It works pretty much just like any other cock you've sucked...it just doesn't ejaculate. But licking and sucking are both good ways to get me going, okay?" OWEN: Owen preened at Stevie's praise, his blue eyes lighting up as the other moved forward on his chest, putting that hard cock right at his lips, Owen salivated a little, so obviously desperate to take the Dominant in his mouth again. "Mmm, I like the way you sound when you're moaning, Sir. So hot." Owen drawled out, practically panting for the chance to start sucking Stevie off. He perked up as Stevie explained the situation. Owen nodded his understanding and smiled endearingly. "Got it, Sir. I'll do whatever makes you feel good. Whatever it'll take to get you to come, I want you to use me for." Owen didn't say it in exact words, but he wanted Stevie to understand that if he wanted to come from his vagina, Owen was happy to help him with that. The submissive identified as gay, but sexuality for him was still relatively fluid so he didn't want Stevie to take that at face value and feel restricted at all. Besides - Stevie was a man, and that had nothing to do with his anatomy - and Owen was very, very much into him. STEVIE: Stevie flushed a little at the compliment. "Such a good, sweet boy, aren't you? Are you always like this?" His mind was racing, as it typically did when he was about to have this experience with someone new, but Owen truly did seem into it and open. And he knew that the boy wouldn't judge him, his cock was so close to the others mouth and he still seemed like he wanted it. Scooting closer, Stevie lifted his hips a bit to angle his cock down and against Owens lips, easing it past. "Don't be afraid to use your tongue, sweetheart. In fact I encourage that." OWEN: Owen grinned and nodded. "Sure am. I've never once been bratty in my entire life, nope." He chuckled in spite of himself and then refocused on the task at hand - or, actually, at mouth; parted his lips and took Stevie into the wet heat of his mouth once more. Hearing Stevie's suggestion, Owen hummed and obliged, his tongue moving to the underside of Stevie's shaft as the Dom pushed farther into Owen's mouth. Hallowing out his cheeks, Owen started to suck, bobbing his head as much as he could. STEVIE: "I find that very hard to believe, but I'll take your word for it, hm?" Stevie teased him before letting out a moan, watching Owens lips carefully stretch around his length. "Oh that's it, baby. Such a pretty thing sucking my cock..." He trailed off as he brought a hand up, gently stroking Owens cheek encouragingly. His head fell back slightly as a deep moan slid out from his lips. "Fucking hell, Owen, you have such a slutty mouth on you." OWEN: Owen moaned and put that slutty mouth of his to use, his blue eyes fluttered sweetly as he sucks and slurped all over Stevie's rod. He mindlessly tugged on the restraints, signaling how he wanted to move, take Stevie in his arms and do all sorts of other things, but the reminder that he was bound to the bed really turned him on just as much. He whimpered and salivated, drool dripping sluttily down his chin as he kept on sucking. STEVIE: Stevie gripped onto Owens hair, pulling on the blonde locks as he began to thrust his hips forward, fucking the submissives face. "I'm so fucking close," he groaned out as a familiar warmth pooled in his stomach, his wetness growing even more on Owens chest. "Do you want that baby? Want me to cum on your chin and chest?" OWEN: Owen couldn’t help wincing a little at the feeling of Stevie’s arousal wet against his chest. It turned him on instantly, which made things very uncomfortable for his caged cock. He whimpered over Stevie’s dick, hallowing out his cheeks to take the face-fucking like a champ. He moaned and batted his lashes up at Stevie, turned on even more by the pulling on his hair. Panting, Owen tried to nod eagerly as he took Stevie in his mouth. A muffled plea was let out, begging Stevie to come all over his broad chest. He arched his back, pressing up into Stevie’s heat as he moaned in pleasure. STEVIE: Owens eagerness to make him cum is what pushed Stevie over the edge. He came hard, his cock twitching inside of Owens mouth as he continued to rut against the others chest, his wetness now coating the muscles below him. He allowed himself to ride out the orgasm, fully getting into it until the over sensitivity kicked in and he needed to pull out of Owens mouth. "Fuck...such a good boy making me cum...Do you think maybe you've earned an orgasm of your own baby?" OWEN: Clenching his abs, Owen groaned gutturally when it was clear that Stevie was coming. It was ridiculously hot and Owen was thrilled to be the one to get Stevie’s reeling that hard like that. Owen had an urge to grab Stevie by his hips and pull his sopping wet core down over his pecs, to really let the other ride out that orgasm over his body. He pulled on the restraints and whined at the reminder that served. “Mmm, you’re so wet. S-So hot, Sir…” Owen moaned out in a spare second he had without the other’s cock filling up his mouth. Panting, Owen batted his lashes up at Stevie, grinning goofily. “That’s totally up to you, Sir. I’m just glad you feel so good. It feels like you came a lot.” STEVIE: Stevie breathed out heavily, coming down from his high. "You know, I think your pretty little cock has been denied long enough." Slowly, trying to keep his wits about him, Stevie climbed off of Owen and onto the floor. "You're going to jerk off for me. As soon as I untie your wrists, I want you to use the gift I left on your chest as lube, and jerk off your sweet little dick." Stevie spoke nonchalantly as he got to work on Owens wrist, purposely leaving his ankles tied. OWEN: As Stevie climbed off of him, Owen trained his face down to his chest, moaning quietly at the sight of the other’s wetness glistening off him. He smiled at Stevie’s order as the Dom started to untie him. “That’s so generous of you, Sir! Thanks!” He preened and sighed as his wrists were unbound. He flexed them for a moment, and then, once the cock cage was removed as well, he reached down and ran his right hand down his pecs, gathering up as much of as Stevie’s come as he could. Not wasting time, he reached down with his slick hand and started to stroke his cock from semi-firmness to full attention in a matter of seconds. “Fuuuck, I’m…not gonna last long, Sir.” Owen moaned flicking his wrist to jerk himself to te edge in record time. His chest bulged and glistened still with leftover arousal. “Please can I come, Sir? I….mmmf, so close.” STEVIE: Stevie settled on the edge of the bed, watching as Owen collected a handful of his wetness that he'd left behind. "So eager, baby. Look how quick you got hard," he teased with a short laugh. He watched carefully as Owen got so close, his orgasm already teasing its arrival. "You want to cum baby? Hm...you know it would be so easy for me to say no...to make you take your hand off your cock and make you get soft again. Put that little cage on it and send you back to my brother and make you beg him, but I'm not that evil. Cum. You have ten seconds, Owen." OWEN: Owen hardly needed yelling twice. As if he weren’t turned on enough, the banter about denial and being sent back to his Dominant even needier than he usually was struck a chord with his humiliation, slut-play kink just right and once given permission, Owen came hard. Spurts of coke erupted from the tip of his cock, splattering up and raining down on his chest and abs as he arched off the bed and moaned out helplessly in pleasure. “Aaah, t-thank you, Sir!” Owen managed as he settled into the mattress, panting and perfectly content. STEVIE: Stevie smirked as the submissive came so quickly. He allowed him to enjoy his orgasm before stepping into his space, placing a gentle hand on his chest and feeling his heavy his breathing truly was. "Such a good boy for me, aren't you? You're welcome, baby. I'm so proud of you, you know that? You did such a good job. You listened so well." OWEN: Owen beamed up at Stevie once he managed to compose himself a little bit. "Thank you, Sir. I'm glad I made you so proud. You were amazing too." Owen stretched slightly and then melted back down, sighing happily. "We should totally do this again sometime. I can't wait to tell Sam all about it. He's gonna be so jel." Owen teased with a little wink. STEVIE: "Well thank you sweetheart. Though I'm sure he'll get over his jealousy very quickly." Stevie got to work undoing Owens ankles, rubbing them a bit to relieve some of the stress. "Do you need anything in terms of aftercare?" OWEN: As fun as the scene was, and as effective as it was in making Owen feel that floaty, submissive sensation, it wasn't intense physically in the way that he needed any major maintenance. "I'm honestly just fine, Sir. Thank you for asking, though." Owen spoke clearly, knowing they were still being filmed and graded. "What about you? Do you want anything? We're both a little messy, so maybe we could shower real quick?" Owen suggested, chuckling at the sight of his come-splattered chest as he sat up. STEVIE: "I'm glad you're doing okay, Owen. And I'm good as well, though it's sweet of you to ask." At the mention of a shower, Stevie noticed the amount of cum still across the two of them, the space between his own legs still glistening. "You know, a shower might not be too bad, actually." OWEN: “Perfect!” Owen said, sitting up and reaching for Stevie’s hand. “Let’s go, Sir. I’ll get you all cleaned up, even if we get a little dirtier in the process.” He added suggestively with a little wink. STEVIE: "Such a tease," Stevie replied as he allowed the other to take his hand. He led Owen into the bathroom, moving him towards the counter as he turned the water on. Once it was a good temperature, he helped Owen into the shower first before climbing in behind him. OWEN: “That might as well be my middle name.” Owen said, chuckling. They made their way into the master bathroom. Owen obediently leaned against the counter and sighed happily, letting Stevie get everything ready. He caught his reflection in the mirror; blonde hair was you asked every which way, his abs stood out starkly thanks to the way his own come mingled with Stevie’s wetness, splattered across his torso. He bit his lip, honestly a little turned on by the sight of himself. “God that was so hot.” He said again, glancing over to Stevie before moving into the shower. The hot stream of water instantly relaxed him, falling over broad shoulders and down his back. “Mmm, come in here too, Sir. There’s plenty of room.” STEVIE: "It was, baby. And you did so good for me." Stevie responded truthfully before climbing in, immediately placing his arms on Owens shoulders, massaging the muscles. "You're such a good boy..." he trailed off as he began to place a line of gentle kisses along his skin. "Such a good little slut. You didn't even hesitate to suck my cock, did you?" OWEN: Owen sighed deeply, moving in close as Stevie massaged his hard shoulders. “Mmm, ‘course not, Sir. What would I? It was a privilege to suck you off. I’d be crazy not to jump at the chance.” Owen assured the Dom, setting his hands over the swell of Stevie’s ass, drawing him in closer under the shower. STEVIE: "That's right, baby. It's always a privilege to suck my cock." As Owen pulled him in, Stevie's brow raised, his heat now pressed firmly up against Owens cock. "You really do have a pretty little cock, don't you? Just what do you want to do with that?" OWEN: Owen’s breath hitched when Stevie sidled up right in front of him, pressing his core against Owen’s quickly hardening cock. “Whatever you’ll let me do with it, Sir. But I… I kind of like the idea of fucking you.” He said, blushing in soit of himself. “But you give major total top energy so if that’s not your thing totally just like, forget I said anything.” STEVIE: Stevie moaned at the feeling of Owens hardening cock against his growing wetness. "I'll admit, Owen...I haven't ever had anything other than fingers inside of me before...but I'm down. I think you've been such a good boy for me, and I think you deserve to fuck me." He reached down, gripping the base of the submissives cock. "You want that, baby? You want to fuck me, hm?" OWEN: Owen’s cheeks heated up at the sound of Stevie’s moan, and his cock hardened even more at the feeling of the Don’s heat flush against him. This was different. And hot. Owen was again confronted by the utter fluidity of his sexuality. He was realizing as of late that he wasn’t just gay. He was a sexual being capable of enjoying sex with all different kinds of people. Soon, he was rock hard again. “I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with, Sir. This would be new to me too…but as you can tell I definitely want to fuck you.” Owen whispered, subtly jerking his hips forward to his arousal against Stevie’s core. STEVIE: Stevie rocked his hips against Owens, doing his best to assure him that he did in fact want this just as much as the submissive did. "I wouldn't say that I wanted this if I didn't, sweetheart, you don't have to worry about that. Though I want to move to the bed. It'll be much more comfortable for both of us that way, I think, hm?" OWEN: Owen nodded slowly and reached behind him to turn the water off. He then stepped out of the shower with Stevie following close behind. He reached for two fluffy towels, handed one to Stevie, and briefly dried himself off. His hair was still damp and water droplets still dotted his chest but he was way too eager to dry himself off thoroughly. "Lead the way, Sir." He said, glancing briefly down to his hard cock that throbbed between his muscular thighs. STEVIE: Stevie followed behind Owen, drying himself off with the towel and then leading him back into the bedroom. It was hard to keep his focus on anything but what they were about to do as Stevie gently pressed Owen down onto the bed once more, climbing on top of him after. "You know, you really have been such a good boy for me...I'm even going to let you pick the position, sweetheart. Just how do you want to fuck me, hm?" OWEN: Owen happily allowed himself to be pushed down onto the bed, his hands trailing reverently down Stevie’s sides, drawing him into a straddling position over his hips as he laid back fully, his cock standing proudly right in front of where Stevie was situated. Preening, Owen squeezed gratefully at Stevie’s ass. “I think to start I’d like you to ride me, Sir. But if at any point you feel like laying back and letting me do all the work in missionary, I’m more than happy to oblige.” Missionary was definitely Owen’s favorite position from the bottom so a part of him was eager to shift gears and see what that was like when he was the one doing the fucking - but at the same time the thought of Stevie riding him was just as heavenly. There was no wrong answer here, he just needed to be inside the Dom already, and his flushed, throbbing cock was evidence to that point. STEVIE: Stevie felt himself getting wetter just from the sight alone. Owens cock lying right in front of him, teasing him...it was so insanely erotic. "I'd love to ride you, baby. But I'll let you know if I need to switch at all," he assured him. "Now, how about you stretch me open hm? Get me nice and ready for that cock? Because I don't know how much longer I can wait." Stevie smirked as he reached down, slowly stroking over Owens length. OWEN: Owen’s breath hitched when Stevie started stroking his cock. “Oh, God…” Biting his bottom lip, he met the Don’s glance and then dropped his face to his wet core. He was a little uncertain in his movements. After all, this was a major first for him. He reached out and ran his fingers tentatively through Stevie’s wet folds. “You’re gonna have to guide me at first, Sir. Help me make you feel good.” Owen blew threw his lips, his cock throbbing in Stevie’s palm. “Fuck you’re really wet, Sir. Is that all ‘cause of me?” STEVIE: Stevie's face was permanently twisted into a smirk as he heard Owens moans. "Feels good hm, baby?" He continued to stroke him, moving his hand teasingly slow. "I'll tell you exactly what to do, don't you worry." Stevie nodded in response to Owens question. "Mhm...all because of you, sweetheart. You're making me so wet...you're doing so well too. Why don't you slide a finger inside? Feel how wet and tight I am in there too, yeah?" He was trying so hard to keep his breathing even, but Owens hand working on his core was absolute heaven. "Go ahead..." OWEN: Owen puffed up his chest a little in pride, smiling broadly at the praise and felt his confidence bolstered even more, especially considering how obviously turned on Stevie was. Carefully, Owen ran his digits through those wet folds and gently pushed inside. He moaned instantly as that wet, tight heat enveloped his fingers. “Wow, you really are…” Owen moaned, biting his bottom lip again. “I hope I’ll fit.” He added with a teasing wink as he started to finger Stevie a little deeper and a little faster. “Is this okay? I can go harder if you want.” STEVIE: Stevie let out a moan as Owens finger pressed inside of him. With his free hand, he gripped onto the submissives shoulder, holding himself steady as he began to grind into his digits. "Fuck...you'll fit, sweetheart....don't you worry." He but his lip lightly as he threw his head back in pure pleasure. "Yeah, fuck yeah. Go harder." OWEN: Owen responded instantly to Stevie’s approval. A low grow rumbled up from his chest as he amped up the pace at which he was fingering Stevie’s core. He leaned into the Dom, tightening up to give him a solid form to brace himself on while Owen flicked his wrist slightly and scissored his fingers, stretching Stevie open while simultaneously fucking his digits into him. “Like that? I’ll go even harder when it’s my dick, Sir. You’re never gonna wanna put it in a cage again.” Owen chuckled and wrapped one strong arm around the small of Stevie’s back bring him forward so that his wet heat was flush against Owen’s cock as well as his intrusive fingers still fucking away. STEVIE: Stevie was practically melting into Owen at this point. Between the man's fingers inside of him and then his cock against his his own hardening length, it was almost too much. But it was so fucking good. "Oh I don't know about that, baby. I quite like putting your pretty little thing away. I think I'm stretched enough....how about we get to the main event hm?" OWEN: Owen thrilled at how Stevie responded to his touch. Every single part of this was turning him on, to the point where his cock was already leaking pre-come into Stevie's palm as the Dom stroked him off. "I guess there are pros to both situations, but now I know to use this as a reason to convince you to uncage me if I'm ever really, really desperate," Owen said with a little wink, flexing his hips up into Stevie's hand. "Mmm, okay. Please. Sit on my dick, Sir. I wanna feel how tight you really are." STEVIE: Stevie breathed out a laugh. "Is that so? You just gonna beg to fuck me next time I have you caged, Owen?" He continued to chuckle as he sat up a bit, lifting his own hips up to allow for Owens cock to slide by his entrance. Holding his breath, Stevie steadied himself the best he could before lowering down, hissing at the stretch. It certainly was a new feeling compared to Owens fingers, but he had to admit the stretch felt good. "Oh fuck..." OWEN: Owen threw his head back when Stevie sank down on him, the wet heat of his arousal felt like nothing he’d ever experienced. It wasn’t even comparable to a blow-job. He felt like his cock was molded perfectly to Stevie, filling up completely and barely considering how tight the other was. Owen involuntarily tightened his grip on the Don’s hips and urged him down. “R-Ride me, Sir! Fuck you feel good. Move your hips and fuck yourself on my cock, please!” Owen looked up, his cheeks flushed and lips parted as he moaned and thrust his hips up to bottom out in Stevie’s heat. “Mmm, God this feels…so good. Thank you, Sir!” STEVIE: Stevie took a second to adjust to the new feeling Owens cock gave him. He felt completely full and heavy inside, it was nothing he had ever imagined it would be. The submissives cock managed to press just against every part of him. His breathing picked up as Owen encouraged his hips to move, and he began to fuck himself down onto the man below him. Each time he lifted up he felt a bit empty, only to be completely overwhelmed by the sudden fullness when their hips met once again. "You're v-very welcome, baby. So polite aren't y-you?" He stuttered through his words as he continued to fuck himself on Owens cock, practically using him. "God you feel amazing inside of me, baby...so fucking big and full." OWEN: Owen breathed out a chuckle and punctuated it with a particularly hard thrust upwards. “As polite as I can be with you on my cock like this, Sir.” Owen let go of Stevie’s hips once the Dom seemed to get a hang of riding him. He raised his arms and tucked his hands behind his head, content to lay there and be used like a personal sex-you for Stevie to get himself off on. “Mmmf, so wet on my cock, Sir. Feel so good…” Owen groaned out uselessly. He was blown away by how amazing this was. This wasn’t the direction he anticipated their scene going by any means, but he was clearly having the time of his life as a slight sheen of sweat glistened off his chest in the lighting of Stevie’s bedroom. “Fuuuck, Sir. Ride my cock, j-just like that! I’m g-getting close!” STEVIE: "Watch yourself baby...those ropes can easily come back out," he teased back. Ultimately, it was Owens words that worked for him, that really got him closer and closer. Of course having the man inside of him helped, but hearing how much he enjoyed being buried deep inside of him only made Stevie's orgasm build up inside. "I'm close too, sweetheart...You let me go first...yeah? You wait until after you feel all my muscles clench tightly around you, and all of my cum leaking around your pretty little cock," Stevie spoke clearly as he picked up speed, the warmth in his stomach building up as his orgasm grew closer. "And then, you're going to fill me up with your cum, and then you're going to clean me up with that pretty little tongue." OWEN: Owen was panting hard, his broad chest heaving in time with Stevie’s bouncing. He nodded hurriedly. “Yes, Sir. I’ll hold off. I just wanna focus on making you come on my cock. That’s all I really care about.” He started fucking upwards, meeting Stevie’a thrusts as hard as he could. He groaned at the plan Stevie laid out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and then back to set on Stevie’s gorgeous form bouncing and riding him to the finish line. “Anything you want, Sir! I can’t wait to fill you up…but fuck, right now I just need you to come on my cock, let me feel all of it, Sir! Please!” STEVIE: Stevie bent down slightly, placing both hands on Owens chest to give himself leverage but also to hold himself steady as his orgasm finally came. "Fuck!" Every single muscle in his body began to clench and tighten as he came, specifically his vagina, his walls tightening around Owens cock, allowing him to feel every inch of him inside him. Stevie bottomed out as he came, his hips flush against Owens and he felt his cum leaking out of his hole and leaking onto the bed. "Come on...your turn baby...fill me up." OWEN: Owen hummed approvingly when Stevie braced himself on his chest. It made him feel simultaneously powerful as well as supportive. He was driving his hips upwards, meeting Stevie's needs that way, and then also acting as a solid slab of muscled foundation to lift Stevie up physically and mentally. Sam had mentioned topping from the bottom before, and while this probably wasn't exactly what he had in mind, Owen figured it was pretty close to it, and he knew he'd have to do it again sometime. It was clear as day when Stevie fell over the edge and came. It was clear in his expression and most so in the way he clenched and gushed around Owen's thrusting cock. Owen moaned at the sensation, panting hard and arching his chest into Stevie's hands. "Fuck, Sir! Oh my god, y-yes. Come on my cock!" He blew a breath through his lips and kept fucking up into Stevie, lewd wet sounds mingling with their moans as he inched closer and closer to his own climax. All it really took was Stevie's order, though and he was coming, harder than he had in a long time. "Fuuuuck!" Owen moaned out, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he came and emptied out his cock deep in Stevie's heat. STEVIE: Stevie continued coming as he felt Owen release himself inside of him. He'd never had that feeling before, and fuck, he could get used to it. The sensation of being painted on the inside while having a cock twitching inside of him was enough to force Stevie to completely lose himself, falling flat against Owens chest. He gave them both a few moments to recuperate before climbing off of him, doing his best to keep his legs closed as he moved up the bed and settled his core just above Owens face. "I believe I need to be cleaned up, don't you think?" OWEN: Owen was grateful for the chance to recover from such an intense orgasm, so by the time Stevie was moving up his body, bracing himself on the headboard to set his dripping core right in Owen’s face, the submissive was more than ready to take care of the mess he’d made. Parting his lips, he started by lapping greedily through Stevie’s folds then, grabbing the Don’s thighs to shove his groin into his face, Owen started to suck and eat his own load combined with Stevie’s right from the source. He moaned appreciatively, encouraging Stevie to grind down against his mouth until he was completely clean and thoroughly serviced.

↪ Have you heard about STEVIE EVANS? HE is 24 and hails from LIMA, OH. Looks exactly like CODY SIMPSON, and is OPEN.

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FULL NAME: Up to RPer DATE OF BIRTH: Up to RPer SEXUALITY & GENDER: Up to RPer RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single POSITIVE & NEGATIVE TRAITS: Up to RPer OCCUPATION: Student at Ohio’s University CITY: Lima, Ohio

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MARY & DWIGHT EVANS (Parents): Up to RPer SAM & STACEY EVANS (Siblings): Up to RPer

'not a perfect soldier, but a good man.'

chris evans in captain america: the first avenger (2011) and avengers: age of ultron (2015)

marvel parallels 3/?

“when witches don’t fight, we burn”

- ahs: coven

American Horror Story: Coven' premiered 10 years ago.

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Post death-Kyle spencer x fem!reader

(Kyle takes a liking to the sweet witch who moves in to the academy)

(Warnings: unedited, fluff, sad emotions idk)

(Words: 1444)

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“Why do I have to go.” I ask my sister, my eyes stinging from the nerves.

“You need help controlling your power. You can’t keep risking your life for others at every inconvenience.” Misty says as we walk through the gates of the academy.

“That’s literally what I do. I’m a people pleaser. I can’t do anything for myself, greed has no power over me.” I smile softly. It’s a blessing and a curse, having so much power and yet so little control over how I use it. I can’t do anything out of a selfish act. But I still end up hurt at the end of the day.

“Which is why miss Cordelia is going to help you. Ok?” She smiles adjusting my shawl and knocking on the door. I nod in response and the door opens.

“Hello, you must be y/n, I’m Cordelia, misty has told us lots about you.” The blonde haired woman smiles as she reaches her hand out to shake.

“It’s very nice to meet you miss.” I say shyly.

“Now, now no need to be shy, why don’t you come inside, the other girls are so excited to meet you. It’s been a little chaotic around here these past few days and your sure to bring some happiness to the lot of them.” She says and escorts me into the huge White House they call a school.

“Girls I want you to meet y/n the newest addition to the academy.” Miss Cordelia says as we walk up on a group of 4 girls at a long table.

“Hi, I’m Zoe.” One of the girls with light brown hair says with a slight smile in her eyes and I return the favor as the others get out of there seats to say hello.

“Maddison Montgomery.” A slim girl with blonde hair says intimidatingly sticking out her hand for me to shake.

“H- hello.” I say quietly return the gesture.

Nan and Queenie introduce them selfs next causing me to smile. I can sense the vibrant energy off of the two of them and I smile feeling the same from Zoe as she gets closer, finally leaving her seat at the table.

“Girls why don’t you show her to her room and help with her bags as I talk with misty.” Cordelia insists and I’m taken up the stairs by the girls.

“So here is the room you’ll be staying in, we’ve been putting Kyle in there but he can sleep on are floor or something.” Says Madison to Zoe and I, causing my brows to furrow.

“I don’t want to remove anyone from there rooms, I’m fine with bunking, me and misty shared a room at her home for years.” I smile confused at the girls nervous looks towards the thought of me bunking with the Kyle the brought up.

“Are you sure it’s not like Kyle has any choice in the matter, he can’t even say no.” Madison laughs and Zoe lightly smacks her hand in annoyance.

“I’ll be fine.” I say trying to lighten the mood and they open the door. As I get a view of the room I see a blonde boy on seated on the bed with headphones covering his ears and he hums quietly along.

Madison marches up to the boy and forcefully pulls the headphones of his head causing him to flinch a bit.

“Kyle this is Y/n Day she’s going to be sleeping in the bed over there.” She says pointing to the other bed in the room.

“You have a roommate Kyle isn’t that fun.” Zoe says with much more kindness in her voice but I can still sense the panic in the boys dark eyes.

Zoe waves me over to them and a slowly make my way over to them and Zoe delicately has me sit next to him on the bed to introduce myself, but instead of using words first I softly place my hand over one of his and help him calm down with a tap of my finger to his palm. He looks up at me surprised and I smile.

“Hello Kyle, I’m y/n.” I say and his eyes light up.

“Y/n?” He says raising a hand to my hair with a bright smile and I lightly laugh at the gesture.

“Kyle can speak, but it’s hard for him after what he’s been through.” Zoe explains and I look up at her not being able to shake the familiarity I get from the boy. Madison walks up to Zoe after being gone from the room for a moment and tells her something.

“Kyle we’ll be right back ok, miss Delia wants y/n down stairs.” Zoe says and Kyle nods. I get up and wave good bye seeing the sweet smile he has as he watches me leave.

“He seems familiar to me, is that weird?” I ask as we enter the main hall downstairs.

“Not at all actually, I see you’ve met Kyle again.” Cordelia says and I look to my sister confused.

“Again?” I ask.

“He was the boy with the scars from a month or two ago. Remember. That’s how I knew to bring you here. When Zoe explained where she was staying, when she brought Kyle, l told her about you.” She explains and I think back to that day I came home to find a random boy covered in mud on my bed.

“Wow no wonder I didn’t recognize him sooner, he’s made so much progress.” I said my eyes lighting up and misty looks pleased knowing she had done good work on healing the boy.

“Well now that we have all that explain why don’t we eat before misty has to go.” Cordelia says and I feel that pit of nerves in my stomach again. I haven’t been away from my sister in a while. Being 19 years old and unstable with my emotions, I was not gonna do so well with her away from me I feared.

When she left later that night I couldn’t control my outburst of emotion so I quietly walked up to my shared room and sat on the bed codling my shawl she made me. Silent tears dripping on it in a rapid stream. Kyle was to distracted by his music and headphones for him to even notice my distraught state.

Or so I thought.

I feel a dip in the bed next to me and look over to see Kyle reaching a hand up to my cheek.

“Why cry?” He asks quietly.

“My sister has just left me here, I miss her very much Kyle.” I say smiling through the tears as he attempts to wipe them away. He takes my hand and places a finger to my palm and I notice him trying to replicate my calming spell from earlier. I smile at the boys gentleness and hold his hand in mine stopping his failed attempt to calm me down. He looks up at me and takes my finger placing it on my own palm. His eyes looking desperate.

“I’m sorry Kyle I can’t do it to myself. I can only help others.” I smile and he frowns.

“It’s ok. I’m ok.” I reassure him but he still looks sad. His eyes suddenly brighten and he gets up heading to his own bed only to rush back with his headphones and tablet in hand. I look at him confused till he places the headphones softly over my ears and points to the tablet. I think I have an idea of what he means so I look up my sister and I’s favorite song. Rihannon by Fleetwood Mac. I smile at the thought of us spinning around the room listening to the entrancing voice of the white witch. I look to Kyle who now has a big smile on his face noticing my tears have stopped.

I remove the headphones from my ears and he looks confused till I remove them from the tablet as well letting the soft music play through the speaker. I grab his hand and I lay down looking up at the ceiling closing my eyes content with the sound.

I feel an arm slightly resting on mine and peek over to see Kyle laying beside me mimicking my closed eyes and calm demeanor. I smile to myself and hum along to the music as I drift away to sleep as the boy with the beautiful soul lays next to me feeing the same calmness he hasn’t felt in a while.

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I miss my misty day obsessed era

there is a house in New Orleans…

I’m back with another concept for you. I came up with it a while ago but just realized I never posted it here

So. Glee does Newsies right.

Sam as Davey. Stevie (and/or Stacey) as Les.

Like that’d be so wholesome??

ANYWAY I wrote a fic like this so if you’re interested 👀