hello! can you do a marc spector x reader w jealousy/possessiveness? i just have a huge thing for possessiveness and i can see reader putting him in his place and marking him up BADLY

yesyesyesyes (tw.. thigh fucking.)

marc is so quiet in his submission but he’ll also go to the extremes just to get you riled up enough to rough him up a bit.

he loves to make you jealous because your slight possessive streak was something he found incredibly arousing.

it was something about the way your aggression shown through your movements, collecting his wrists in your hands and pushing him above his head as you kissed down his collarbone.

he didn’t object at all once you pulled down his remaining articles of clothing. the way you push his legs up has him whining out and you bite back a grin.

“this is what you wanted isn’t it? you just wanted to make me mad so that i’d push you around huh?” you asked, already knowing the answer. “that’s unfortunate, isn’t it love? i don’t plan on giving you what you want until you beg me.” you murmur, stroking yourself a little before pressing your cock between his thighs.

“wha- nonono please,” he whines, cheeks heating up as you continue grinding into the tight space his thighs provided. “c’mon love, i’ve heard you beg me better than that. let’s see if you really deserve my cock in the way you want it.”

hi hi, could u write something ab reader giving insecure!steven a reach around hj in front of a mirror? and reader's constantly praising him and telling him to look in the mirror to see how pretty he is <3

Beautiful Boy (18+)

Steven Grant x gn!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, handjob, sub!steven, dom!reader, insecurities.

A/N: this was supposed to be a drabble in response to the request but i got carried away haha

“You’re so beautiful,” you groan into Steven’s ear, lips kissing down his jaw, laving your tongue over his thrumming pulse point.

He squirms from the compliment, his whole body warming from the praise. Going a little quiet, Steven tries his best not to get too in his head, but you notice him slipping anyway. You rub a hand over the softness of his stomach and pull back to look at him, “What is it, baby?”

Steven goes quiet again, looking anywhere but your eyes as he tries to find words. Frowning, you push a curl behind his ear and carress his cheek gently, “What?” you start, kissing his dimple, “Don’t believe me?”

His eyes fall, an almost weary look forming as he bows his head, both out of shyness and in hope your hands will find his hair.

Instead, you find his chin quickly, tilting his face back up to look at you, your face growing more stern, “I call you ‘angel’ for a reason, Steven.”

He blushes again, his hands coming up to play with the fingers of your free hand in his lap, “I just- Sometimes I see Marc and Jake and- They’re both so handsome and- Gods, I know this doesn’t make any sense but, I swear I don’t look like them.”

You reach around to cup his neck, grounding him as you’re sure his head is exploding with other thoughts about himself, “You do look different, baby. But it’s so beautiful, the way you each have your own way of standing, your own smiles, different ways of speaking. I love that you’re all different.”

His eyes soften again, that sweet, caramel brown that only Steven’s eyes turn, and you smile, leaning in to kiss him. He melts into you, clutching your hand again and whispering against your lips, “M’sorry I ruined the mood.”

You chuckle, leaning into to nip at that sensitive spot just below his jaw, “You could never ruin the mood — I’ll always want you. I mean, fuck. Look at you.”

Steven’s cheeks and chest are flushed pink, lips kiss bitten and parted beautifully, his exposed skin looking so soft. He’s in just his boxers, looking up at your through tied brows as you practically ravage him with your eyes.

“Baby,” you groan at the sight of him and he squirms under your gaze, leaning in and hiding his face in your chest. Your hand weaves through his hair and tugs him back to look at you with just enough pressure to make him whine softly.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips and he breathes a little faster, searching for something in your eyes. You tug his hair back a little further, exposing his neck and running your warm tongue over the marks you made earlier, soothing them. Another soft sound escapes his lips and he wraps his arms around you, laying down and pulling you with him.

You kiss a trail down his chest, swirling over his nipple gently and breathing out a groan when he cries out for you again, “So pretty, sweetheart. And, god, those noises you make for me..”

Steven’s chest heaves under your mouth as you switch sides, flicking your tongue over the taut peaks of his chest. He���s so sensitive there and he never realized it until you tried it one day, drawing something close to a scream out of him.

You run your hands down to his stomach, caressing the softness of his hips and squeezing at the tiny bit of pudge on his belly, mumbling, “My favorite.”

His eyes roll back at the thought — one of his least favorite parts of his body being your favorite. You’ve marked him as your own, possessive little love bites blooming dark red all over his chest and stomach.

As you move lower, nibbling on his inner thighs and squeezing them affectionately, Steven’s legs start to shake a little bit.

“Always loved your thighs, they’re so sensitive for me, angel,” you smile, looking up at him.

Steven’s eyes are glossed over with love, his lower lip pulled adorably between his teeth, and he looks absolutely ethereal. You can’t help but climb up and pull him into another kiss, your gentle tongue parting his lips and finding that sweet taste of tea he always has waiting for you. His hands stay at his sides, clutching the blankets under him, but he can’t help the way his hips twitch up into yours a little bit.

He’s achingly hard in his boxers, so you decide to show him some mercy, lowering your hips and giving him the pressure he needs in a slow, deep grind. Steven’s lips slow against yours and he gasps at the relief, his mouth hanging open a bit.

“Oh, angel. You can’t focus on two things at once?” you tease, watching his cheeks redden once again. He loves it though, all the teasing, all the gentle humiliation. You lean forward, tugging at his full bottom lip playfully, “Answer me, Steven.”

He whimpers in panic, dazed eyes opening to look at you when he speaks, “No I can’t, love.”

You smile at his admission, pressing a soft kiss between his brows and climbing off of him, “Sit up, I have an idea.”

The sudden loss of contact draws a whine out of Steven, but he nods, following you up and off of the bed, waiting for your guidance.

“Take those off for me, baby,” you motion to his boxers and sit down on the carpet against the side of the bed, “C‘mere.”

Steven looks at you for a moment, a little confused, but kneels down, taking the spot you’re patting, his back to your chest, leaning into you. Only after looking up does he realize you had positioned him in front of the full length mirror. He looks at himself wearily, only allowing himself a moment before he moves his eyes to your face. You’re resting your chin on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his waist in a hug when you murmur, “Is this okay?”

He nods and focuses on the comfort of your skin against his, holding him, pressing kisses to his shoulders and back. Your hand drifts down to his cock, brushing your knuckles over it teasingly, watching him hold his hips back.

“I want you to see how pretty you look when I touch you, angel. Can you keep your eyes on the mirror for me?” You ask.

He’s already in a daze, but he nods quickly and opens his eyes to look at himself in the mirror, “Y-Yeah, I can.”

“That’s my boy,” you tease, smiling and pressing the softest of kisses to his temple as your hand surrounds him, beginning to stroke him slowly.

Immediately, he melts back against you and a soft moan spills from his lips. He watches himself — the way you wreck him with the softest of touches, the way you draw the most pathetic sounds out of him.

“You see that baby? See how perfect you look?” You whisper, running your thumb over his slit slowly.

Steven nearly doubles over in pleasure, keeping his eyes on himself. He knows that if he looks away, you’ll stop, and he only wants to be good for you. But he can’t help the way he squirms when you touch him, writhing after every swipe of your fingers.

His shaking thighs reduce you for a moment, watching him in awe, before leaning forward to nibble at his earlobe, “My beautiful boy.”

All of this — seeing your dynamic from another perspective, watching himself get ruined — has Steven barreling toward his peak much faster than he’d like to admit. He’s overwhelmed with love and pleasure, reaching for your arm to hold onto, just for grounding.

Normally, you don’t let Steven touch you in these kinds of situations, but you know he needs the closeness right now, so you let him hold on.

“I’ve got you,” you whisper, pressing kisses to his shoulders, over every scar and every sunspot, letting praise after praise sink in.

When Steven’s breathy moans start get higher in pitch and his eyes struggle to stay open, you slow your hand to a stop, reaching down to run your hands over his chest and stomach, murmuring, “Steven, look at me.”

He gasps when you let go of him, but takes a deep breath to calm down before looking into your eyes through the mirror. You reach up to tilt his cheek toward you, pressing a soft kiss there, “I love you so much, baby. Can’t believe you’re all mine.”

Steven whimpers and nods, mostly to himself, trying to lean into your touch some more — “Love you so much.”

Your heart melts at his desperation and you can’t take it anymore, turning him enough to look at you and cupping his cheek, “You’re so beautiful, you hear me? My sweet, pretty boy. There’s no one else like you, Steven.”

He presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes, “Your- Your pretty boy..”

You smile, nudging your nose against his, “That’s right, angel. All mine.”

The sweet, possessive words you utter make his entire body ache with need and he brushes his lips over yours, just that contact enough to make him whine. He’s so sensitive, melting into you when you finally kiss him, pulling him in by his bottom lip and laving your tongue over his. Steven’s lips are always so plush, moving with yours like it was the simplest thing in the world, and he moaned when your hand found his hair, tilting his head to the side to kiss him deeper.

Your free hand found his soft thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze and inching back up to his cock, tracing the length of him from base to tip. Steven gasps from your ministrations, his head falling forward into your neck with a soft grunt of ‘please’.

Kissing his hair, you wrap your fingers around him and give him a slow stroke, prolonging it just enough to tease. His eyes well with tears, both out of need and love for you, and he bites down on your shirt, trying to hold back his cries for more. But you can feel the warmth of him against your neck, his damp eyelashes brushing over the sensitive skin there, and you stop, “Baby, look at me.”

Ever your good boy, Steven raises his head, biting his lips but failing to hide his glassy eyes. You kiss his teary cheeks, “I’ll stop teasing, yeah? You can’t take much more, can you?“

He shakes his head, more tears clouding his eyes, “Please, I can’t.”

Cooing to him gently, you kiss his swollen lips just once more before leaning down and spitting into your hand, bringing it down to stroke him again. Steven gasps, his stomach beginning to clench repeatedly, thighs shaking as he teeters on the edge of his orgasm already.

“Thank you, thank you,” He whimpers out, “Love you so- so much.”

Kissing his cheek, you hush his cries and twist your hand just the way he likes, “I know, angel, I know. Go on and come when you’re ready, I’ve got you.”

Steven’s voice breaks with his next moan and he presses into your touch as he comes, a few stray tears spilling over his flushed cheeks. You watch his beautiful eyes go placid, listen to his breath shaking as you guide him through every wave of pleasure.

When it becomes too much, Steven grasps your wrist gently, stilling your hand and leaning forward to rest his head on your chest. All he can fathom is a soft “thank you” and a kiss to your collarbone, but you can feel his thumb tracing circles on your hip, where he holds onto you.

Then, after a minute, his eyes are looking up at you again, chocolatey as ever, and he smiles, that crooked, boyish smile you love so much. You can’t help but giggle at his dorky grin, reaching to run your knuckles over his stubble, “What?”

His cheeks tint pink and he laughs softly, “We’re doing that mirror thing again.”

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Steven Grant - Pegging

summary: After a good date, Steven's girlfriend treats him well.

~ ava!🍓

Content: Pegging, femdom, sub steven, voyeurism

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The windows in his flat have already fogged up, the smell of pure sweat and sex filled Steven's flat. He didn't think today's date was going to end like this; him on all fours in his bed with his girlfriend pegging the hell out of him.

"Fuuuuck" he gasped out. His hands almost gave up on him, so he repositioned on his elbows. The arch on his back deepened, and you almost came right there. You weren't the only one enjoying the sight though.

Marc and Jake looked through the cute heart mirror on the wall, one you gifted Steven on one of your first dates. They were shocked for one, Steven really bagged a bad femdom girlfriend, and second, she fucked good. Their pants tightened and oh they just wished they weren't trapped in the mirrors right now.

If it wasn't obvious from how loud Steven was crying out in pleasure how good he was getting fucked, it was the swift and strong movement of your hips thrusting in and out of his asshole.

"You're being so good, taking my cock like a good boy, let me hear you baby"

You were confident and precise, snapping up to his sweet spot that has him mewling under you. Sweat covered both of you, and the sounds of skin slapping had only gotten louder. The strap you brought wasn't cheap at all; good material, and a thick and long shape you knew would rub Steven in all the right places inside. Oh yeah, and the other cool feature-

The strap rubbed against your clit while you thrusted, and you were both getting close.

"Y..Y/N.. fuck I'm getting close.. oh love pleaseeeee im gonna cum im gonna-"

He whined beautifully as you tugged on his cock under him without stopping your drilling into his ass. Right as he started spurting him cum, you came squirting.

"Steven baby- oh fuck"

Your squirt didn't go wasted like it would with a normal strap. Your fluids sprayed through your dick right into Steven. At the feeling of your cum being ejected into him, his whole body officially buckled.

"Ooooh my days" his body kept twitching as he laid flat on the bed and you were collapsed right on top him, slowly thrusting shallowly in him. You placed light kisses and bites on his back and neck as you continued the slow assault on his poor prostate.

"I- I can't love, please, its too much, oh my gosh I love you" he whined mindlessly like a baby under you. "I love you too Steven." You laughed against his shoulder blade. "That's why I'm going to treat you again. Okay? Just lay there like a good boy and I'll take care of you hmm?" you whispered sweetly in his ear. "yes mommy" His voiced now small and whimpery as your hips continued to move against his.

"mmmmimcloseagainnnn"

"Let it out for me baby" you rubbed his hips lovingly. When he did come again, he became so overstimulated he went limp under you. You pulled out of him slowly, and cleaned him up. Once you did lay back in bed, he cuddled up against you and sleep overtook you both. Marc and Jake would probably feel the soreness from the hella good railing Steven got tomorrow, but he really couldn't care less.

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hope you enjoyed this !

Appetite

Summary: You have a very high and demanding libido and the boys both are willing to and victim of needing to satisfy it.

Warnings: The reader's gender, exact anatomy, and pronouns are never mentioned but they are a power bottom and or are the ones getting penetrated but are very much in control of the situation. Sub!moon boys and dom!reader if you squint. Groping. Ass slapping (Marc's ass). Overstimulation. Riding. Implied creampies/ not pulling out (wrap it before you tap and or get it). Reader giving oral. Edging.  

Author’s Snip: I'm on my freak shit tonight. Never let me listen to S.H.O. by Baby Tate and Sexy Naughty Bitchy by Tata Young while ovulating or else fictional grown men are getting fucked. Submissive bitches, this one is unfortunately not for you.

Notes: I wrote Jake's part three different times and had to write it after getting off my flow so if it sucks (lol) I'm sorry. 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 1,328

The boys love you and everything about you. But one thing that they weren't expecting to come along with you, was your libido. Not that there was anything wrong with you having a huge one. After all, no one who partakes in sex ever complains about it. The problem was what that entails for them and maintaining it.

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"Baby, please," Marc says under his breath while he feels you hold him from behind and kiss his neck as he washes the dishes from the two of you having finished dinner. Marc wasn't dumb, he knew you were eyeing him up after you came back from work and he had dinner ready for you, and he knows that you know that holding and kissing him like this riles him up.

"What? I'm not doing anything right now," you say as you give the gap between his neck and collarbone another sensual kiss. "Maybe after you're done washing the dishes we can do something if you want." you suggest, teasingly wording it like he's the one who had the dirty idea.

"I would be getting it done faster if you weren't feeling up my waist like that." Marc claps back, making it clear that he can see and feel your hands moving around. "I could be making it worse." you tease as your hands lower a bit and nip at his skin.

Marc stills for a second, trying to keep back a labored breath that would give away that your little touches are getting to him. Well, it's not that good because he knows that if your hands got any lower then you'd feel his hard-on against the fabric of his pants. "Why don't you just take care of it yourself?" Marc suggests, "We were at it last night. Wasn't that good?" Marc mentions.

"But what if I want a second round of last night?" you question as you squeeze him a little tighter. Marc feels cornered, but in a sexy way that really shouldn't be getting him this much. He felt like a fly that was watching itself be rolled up into the spider's silk, or even a mouse getting coiled by a snake. He knew that he had nowhere to run but also didn't hate it either.

"You had plenty of rounds last night-" Marc tries to bring up but the tail end of his sentence is drawn out a bit as he feels your hand travel down his stomach towards the belt of his pants and your pinky finger break through the waistband. He feels his blood rush downwards and also upwards, making his cheeks out in a blush over letting himself slip up. He can sense your smile and doesn't say anything when you reply with "You were saying?" in a smug and snarky tone.

"Just let me finish the fucking dishes first. Please." Marc pleads. "Go to the bedroom or something. I'll wash my hands and be there. Just let me do the damn dishes." Marc says to add to his plea so that you'll stop with the teasing.

Marc almost breathes a sigh of relief when you unsnake your arms form around his body, but you leave with a "I'll be waiting." paired with an extra nip and kiss at his neck and slap on his ass.

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Hearing the boys moan and overall vocalize their pleasure during sex was something that you loved to hear. But Steven was one of your favorites.

His whines and moans as he came blocked out the sound of the documentary film that you were watching on TV. It was a rerun of something that both you and Steven have watched a few times. So in your mind, you didn't need to hear what they were saying.

Steven let out shakey breaths as he recovered from his high, his third one, to be exact, with you doing the same. He made an attempt to pull away and pull out of you but your grip on his shoulder stopped him from going completely out, making Steven whine.

"Again." you demand as you even out your breath. "But we've already gone three times, love." Steven begs. "Come on. One more time, to make it even." you insist. You sit up just a little from your position on the couch so that you can place your mouth next to his ear and kiss it, knowing full well that that's his own weak spot, and using your free hand to teasingly stroke his stiff cock that's outside of you so that it stays hard.

Steven moans at the touch and feeling on his ear. He knows that you're telling him a lie and that you'll make him keep going till he's nearly passed out, but most of his blood is somewhere else rather than in his brain to help him think clearly. And even then the thoughts that he's having with his other think of head is winning the popular vote.

He's too busy trying to think through his clouded mind that you try to help him out in making the decision for him by pulling him closer to you, making him slowly go back inside of you. Steven shutters and lets out even more small quiet moans as he feels your walls glide along him again. His poor thing is aching from use but he can't seem to get himself to stop wanting to keep going.

Steven makes an attempt to go round four but he can't seem to do it,. So you, again, take the initiative and push him back so that he's now the one lying on the couch and then startle him. Steven gives you a look that shows that he knows you really aren't going to let up any time soon.

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"Shit~" Jake moans out as you give him head in the backseat of his car.

In the small space, Jake and you can only hear the sound of you bobbing your head and the battered breaths and moans coming from Jake, which is a thing that weirdly gets Jake off more when you two get down in the car.

"Slow down, god." Jake pleads, feeling himself start to come the longer he lets you go on. You look up at him and pop your mouth off but keep him going with your hand stroking him at the same pace. "What's the matter? I thought we were in a spot where no one would see us?" you mention while you glance up at him from your place on the floor of the car.

"We are," Jake repeats as he focuses on not coming just yet, "But if you keep doing it like that I'm gonna...~" he can't finish his own sentence and even think about the last word, or else he will actually lose it. He looked and felt like he was trying to hold in a sneeze.

"I thought you liked it when I made you come fast." you question as you lick the precum from his tip that was leaking out. Jake shivers from the feeling but recollects himself. "I do." he confirms, "You just used me up too much last night and I don't think I've made it back yet." he explains.

"Well then I guess I'll just make you come once." you say before you go back to sucking him off, but this time with a pace that doesn't send him over the edge just yet.

After a while, he starts reaching it again and is more willing to have it happen. Jake starts talking under his breath saying "That's it. Just like that.". Just as he starts reaching his limit and about to get to a point where he can let it all out, you pop your mouth off his cock again. He looks down at you in shock that you suddenly stopped.

"Well, I don't want you to come yet." you smile as you watch Jake lose it and start up again.

Steven Grant x Top Male Reader NSFW Drabble?

Warning(s): EXPLICIT WORDS, Cockwarming, Teasing, Grinding, Praising, OCC? Steven Grant

Genre—Lemon/Smut

NOT PROOFREAD

M/N was doing his work in silence, typing away at his laptop as he fills out inventory for his business.

Oh—Also Steven was currently cockwarming M/N as M/N worked. Steven was breathing heavily as he felt M/N's cock inside of him, his cock reaching deep inside Steven

Steven wanted to move so bad, his mind clouded with lust yet embarrassment with the position he was in. M/N would "accidentally" move in his seat which caused a short, immediate moan from Steven.

Steven would look back at M/N, lightly glaring at the (H/C) hair man. M/N lowly chuckled at his reaction, "I'm sorry, baby. Just needed to move." M/N explains, rubbing Steven's hips. Steven whines lowly at this action as he nodded.

About an hour of cockwarming M/N as M/N teases the sensitive man, Steven's body was trembling as his cock arched for a release. Steven wanted M/N to fuck him dumb already on his desk.

He didn't want to spend another minute like this. He wanted to turn around and beg M/N to fuck him.

It wasn't until M/N closes his laptop which catches Steven's attention. M/N's hands found Steven's hips as M/N smirks at Steven's state.

"Oh, please tell me your done..." Steven whimpers out, his hips beginning to move by themselves, grinding.

"I'm done, my love. And since you've been good—cockwarming me as I worked, I think you deserve an award, hmm?"

Steven sighs in relief as he nodded eagerly.

Okay but hear me out your a vampire and your friends with Steven Grant who doesn't know he hasn't seen you in weeks and is worried he goes to your house he walks in looking everywhere for you he sees you hunched over your bed breathing heavily he panics thinking your hurt and than next thing he knows he is pinned to the bed he sees your red eyes and fangs you were a sight I mean he always thought you were beautiful but right now he was honestly terrified !

"Y-Y/n? Love what-"

You growl at him showing your teeth before you frowned giving the man below you an confused look on your beautiful face.

"Steven?"

He gives a small nervous wave.

"H-hello?"

"Steven?!"

"That's me Steven with a V."

"What are you doing here?! Wait oh no you know!"

You apologized to him multiple times for attacking him but it just said it was fine (liar)

And whatever else y'all can think of

ʚDesperate confessionsɞ(Steven Grant x reader)

Warnings: Smut obvi, a little cursing, palming, edging kinda, bottom Steven ( if that's a warning), hickeys, male receiving, begging, riding/dry humping

Summary: both you and Steven have huge obvious crushes on each other but both of your minds always lead to dirty thoughts,You wind up giving him the best night of his life

EDIT: I DIDN'T REALIZE HOW LONG THIS IS???? THE SMUT IS AT THE LAST 2 SECTIONS IF YOU WANT TO SKIP TO IT

edit 2: heyyy this is very old and It's currently my bday for about 2 more hours so I'm dropping this while I finish the Kurt requests

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You were on his mind all day. Not a single minute went by without thinking of you. He was obsessed, secretly of course. He couldn't dare share his true feelings towards you, he couldn't risk it. Losing you and your 'friendship'. 'Sorry Steven, I don't see you that way' was the reoccurring thought going through his mind at night.All he looked forward to was for you to show up.

"Hey Steven,how's it going?" Your voice rang in his ears as he looked over to you walking towards his desk. "How's the gift shop treating you?" He smiled."It's seen better day's." You chuckled and turned your head to him fully. He heard the room go quite as he focused on your facial features. Your eyes, your nose, your skin beaming from the huge light above you. He could stare for hours. His thoughts were interrupted by you waving in front of his face. "Hey, you heard me? I asked if you'd like to hang at my place tonight, we could watch a movie" You were better at hiding your feelings from him,obviously. Steven almost melted when he finally processed your question. "O-oh, yeah I'd love to." "Great! I'll see you then" His heart eyes lingered on your back as you walked away, trying to stop himself from looking below your back. The way your jeans hugged your lower half drove him crazy. He'd wished to be in their place many of times, to be so close to you at all times. He quickly snapped out of it when you left. Now to wait for tonight.

Finally off of work, Steven rushes to his place to freshen up. His work clothes were a bit messy, he couldn't let you see him like this. Quickly, he put on a casual outfit that still made him look decently attractive. He made his way to your house in a hurry, excited to see you but hoping he wasn't late. He knocked on the door slightly and focused on the doorknob. You opened the door, looking at Stevens messy hair. He didn't care about his hair, he was able to see you again, this time in a short top and some flowy shorts. "Steven, come on in I've got evey thing ready" You welcomed him in watching his eyes scan you, then the room. Your mind's been running wild as well. You desperately wanted to run your fingers through his curls, lightly tugging them. You looked over at Steven who was standing awkwardly next to the couch, clearly scared to mess something up. You mustered up the courage to grab his hand and pull him next to you on the couch. You've never actually touched his hand so you never noticed how soft they were. His face was slowly turning red, along with his hands. "Steven... I know I invited you here to watch a movie but there's something else" He almost couldn't sit up on his own hearing that sentence. Was it something he did? He said? Something he didn't do or say? "I.. For the longest time I've always had a crush on you. We've known each other for a while now and I thought today now that we're alone would be a good time to say..." Stevens eyes darted to your lips as you uttered a phrase. "I love you" .

Luckily you saw right through him and quickly kissed him, savoring the bit of leftover peach chapstick he had from earlier. He pulled away slowly, catching his breath. "...I've wanted to do that for so long, you have no clue." He quickly kissed you again, but with more hunger. He nibbled on your bottom lip a bit, not enough to hurt you. His hands traveled to your back, pulling you closer to him and straddling him. You finally got your wish and tugged his messy curls, making him look up at you. He moaned quietly, struggling to keep eye contact with you. He's always wanted to be dominated by you in hopes of awakening some new interests in him. You kissed down his neck, sucking on certain spots to make dark marks. Steven shut his eyes lightly and let out a small whimper in pleasure. Must have found the spot. You leaned your body into him further, slowly grinding on his lap. "I-i've never felt this way before." He stuttered a bit, still feeling your lips on his skin. "I could help you out, I've got some experience" You got off his lap as his eyes followed you. You undid his belt, jeans button and zipper, but kept his pants up. You stared at Steven as you slowly rubbed his buldge, his eyebrows raising in surprise. You kissed him again, making him focus on your lips instead of your hands. You starting to grip at his pants slowly, making him bite your lip. "I need a favor from you, Steven" He looked up at you with his pathetic doe eyes, willing to do anything you asked. "Try not to make any noise, I think I heard the neighbors come in." He nodded,still staring at you. You were lying, no one was home. You just wanted to see how long he'd last trying to keep quiet. You continued rubbing and gripping his buldge watching his eyes try and track your hands. His chest rose up and down quickly, clearly needy. You realized your hand wasn't doing enough so you got back on top of him and began grinding on his lap. "O-oh gosh" you smirked, knowing you'd get this reaction from the poor man. You shifted your weight towards his hips, making him whimper.Steven has thought about you this way and he was ashamed, but now that he has you to please him, even just for today, he's the happiest man in the world. You felt him twitch under you, as he gripped the couch cushions. "A little longer, ok baby?" You praised him up and down the wall, driving him crazy. "You're doing so good for me, just be patient,ok?"Stevens muffled whimpers and whines echoed through the room. You loved seeing him like this, Steven hated to admit it but he did as well. "Love, I-i'm gonna-oh gosh-please.." He gripped your waist tightly, burying his face in your neck. "Are you gonna cum in your pants, love? It's ok just hold on a little longer, ok?" You ran your fingers through is messy curls, lightly tugging at them. You earned a low moan from Steven, his lower half driving him insane. "Please let me cum, please I love you so much...." Hearing him beg so desperately almost made you cum yourself,but you were too focused on letting him finish."I'll let you cum, but I want to hear you loud and clear" His eyes widened, remembering what his one rule was. "But what about the neighbors, I don't want them to know what we're doing..mainly me" you kissed his neck lightly. "I'll leave you just like this if I don't hear you, I know you can do it".You snaked your hand in his shirt, feeling the soft abs that were hidden under the shirt. Steven threw his his head back, beginning to feel the peak of his high. "Can I please cum I'll be as loud as you want, please darling oh my gosh." You nodded, pulling his head up to hear him better. He thanked you, letting out loud, high pitched moans. If he were any louder, you could probably hear him down the halls. You felt his cum leak through his jeans and onto your shorts. You would've licked it up but poor baby's had enough for one night.

Steven draped his hands over your shoulder,finally able to pull himself together. "Oh bollocks, um, sorry it's so much I didn't know-" You looked down at the cum still dripping from the zipper of his pants. You lightly smiled and looked at a bright red,clearly embarrassed Steven. "It's alright, love. Nothing a bit of cleaning can't fix." You kissed him lovingly, cherishing every part of him. "So,would you be willing to go on a proper date some time? One where we aren't on my living room couch." You smiled, waiting for Steven to answer your question.He was still kind of out of breath but tried his best to answer.

"I would love to.. "

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Where is my top male reader moon knight content??? It’s so few and far between

I love how much Miguel O’Hara gets fucked by male readers but where is my Marc content?? Where is the Steven content????

At this point I may as well start writing again or else I’m never going to get my content.

tldr: I’m devastated.

omg but imagine bending ftm steven over his desk and just railing him PLEASE🙏

(also can I be 🦑 anon?)

(yes you can!) with this i can imagine that steven has finally gotten the job he’s wanted as tour guide! and he’s so happy and invites you into his new office and personal section of the museums.

of course the little tease didn’t have you there for purely innocent reasoning, he’d made that clear the moment he sat on your lap. “i think i deserve a reward..” he’d mumble softly as he grinds down on your thigh.

and you couldn’t argue with his logic, truly. that was how you ended up with steven bent over his new desk, slacks bunched down to his ankles with his button up shirt pressed up to his chest.

his lewd sounds of your pelvis smacking against the globes of his ass sounded around the small space and steven was glad he was tucked away from the rest of museum.

you have his hands pinned behind his back as you press him into a deep arch. the moment you change the pace of your movements to slow and deep, he loses it. guttural moans are torn from him, and his orgasm hits him out of no where.

his legs are twitching as the remnants of his cum drips down his thighs. he’s practically sobbing as he comes down from his high, and gasps sharply one’s he feels that your thrusts never relent. “your reward isn’t over yet, love, im going to make you cum until you can’t even think,” you grunt, and his mouth falls open pitifully to beg you for exactly that.

Floating

pairing: Steven Grant x Black Reader

rating: explicit(18+ mdni)

summary: You like seeing Steven absolutely weak for you.

warnings: Unprotected sex, cursing, praise kink, substeven, overstimulation, edging, kind of subdrop

You felt horrible but when you watch a tear or two slip from Steven’s eyes as he is overcome with pleasure when he comes it turns you feral. You like watching him lose control, almost in a dream state, loose at your mercy. You were a lot of Steven’s first, first to give him a blowjob and even the one to take his virginity. So it always amazes you how easy it is to take Steven down and make him yours. He was always eager to please and try new things, so when you asked to tie him to the headboard he couldn’t help but to say yes.

You edged him for a hour, tugging you in your hand to sucking his dick, watching as he whimpered helplessly. Despite being so close, sweaty and twitchy, dick red and aching, he was so good and didn’t cum.

“Steven, my sweet boy, you’re so good for me.” You wore a black lace two piece set, with a matching garter belt and thigh highs to match. Your knotless braids was tied back, out of your face as you crawled up the bed to him. Your body covering his, you laid kisses up his chest, neck, stopping right before kissing him on the lips.

“You’re such a good boy Steven.”

To which he gave an answering moan.

“Do you want me to stop my teasing baby”

“Please love” He sobbed, “ I need you, I’m aching for you.” His dick twitched from

his own words.

You took him in your hands lining him up with your pussy, sinking down slowly, as he shook against you. Your pussy squelched, juices flooding around Steven, as you sighed taking adjusting in his lap. His hands fisted in the cuffs that were attached to the head board, gasping out your name. You lifted, sinking on him repeating, once, twice, on your third, you watched his eyes roll back, body frozen.

“Oh love”, he groaned out, suddenly shaking, as you felt him cum inside you, hips pumping draining himself inside of you.

You smirked, feeling how he stayed hard, you love when you broke Steven, bringing him to the edge and watching him struggle to stay afloat.

“You with me baby?” You asked,kissing him on the neck leaving little love bites along his chest.

“Yes—“ he drawled out, head lolling to the side, smiling.

You released the cuffs on him, never unsheathing yourself, you laid his hands upon your hips.

“Well it’s my turn now baby.” And with that,you rested you hands against his chest again, rising slightly on your feet.

You rode Steven, chasing you own orgasm, moaning and scratching at his chest. You loved him like this at your mercy willing to do anything to satisfy you.

“Steven, baby,” you cried out as he weakly thrusted up into you, your downward thrust meets his.

He whimpered, maybe the overstimulation was getting to him, but he pushed through, rubbing your hips moaning your name.

“Steven, fuck”, your back arched, slamming down on him one last time, shaking from exertion and pleasure. You climbed off of him, you both meeting in the middle of his bed, kissing, smiling, drained.

He was puddy in your arms, curls sticking to his forehead from the sweat.

“I love you” Steven said against your lips,

“I love you more”, you replied.

letting go (18+)

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

Warnings: sub!Steven, softdom!Reader, pegging, pet names, comfort sex (?), kissing

“Steven?” You called, hearing the front door shut. His steps were heavy as he followed your voice to where you were resting on the couch, “Yeah - S’me.”

He shrugged his jacket off, going through the motions of undressing without any thought. You could tell he was completely spent - both physically and emotionally.

“C’mere, honey. I missed you today,” you said softly, opening your arms to him.

Steven slipped off his shoes and made a b-line to your position on the couch, slipping between your arms and resting his head on your chest immediately. You just hugged him and let him rest in the quiet of the comfortable home the two of you had created together.

The hustle of the museum was overwhelming to Steven. He considered himself to be a social enough person, but the sheer amount of screaming kids and frustrated museum-goers he dealt with everyday tended to exhaust his social battery. Some days were more manageable, but today was just awful.

He appreciated the fact that you knew what he needed on days like this. You understood that he needed a solid fifteen minutes of silent cuddles to help him arrange his thoughts after the overstimulation of the day.

When he was ready, Steven tipped his head up a little and pressed a soft kiss to the underside of your chin, murmuring, “Hi.”

Your hand passed through his hair, smiling at the softness of his voice and cupping his cheek gently, “Hi, baby.” You reveled in the way he pressed his face into your palm, letting himself relax under your touch.

He leaned up to nuzzle his nose against yours - a silent request for more affection. Both hands holding his face, you pressed a kiss between his brows, holding it for a moment until the little wrinkle in his brow disappeared. Your lips brushed his as they crossed to kiss his dimple, teasing just a little bit, but not on purpose.

He didn’t want to think, didn’t want to hear anything but your voice or feel anything that wasn’t your touch.

Steven whined quietly, eyes looking up to find yours, “Please don’t tease.”

Your heart ached to help him take his mind off things - to lay him down and just take him apart until he couldn’t think. But you would never start until he asked. For now, you settled on kissing him.

You lifted his chin gently, bringing him in for a kiss that ripped all the air from his lungs, not from its force but from his sheer desperation. He missed you so much. All day, every time he felt like screaming or crying or just getting up and leaving, he thought of you and your kiss to ground himself.

Bringing a hand around the back of his neck, you brought him in a little closer, pulling away to breathe. Steven’s lips chased after yours, kissing you again and again before you pulled away for good, pressing your thumb to his swollen lips, “Baby — tell me what you need.”

His lips were pink, parted as he caught his breath. He closed his eyes, just for a second, before wrapping his lips around the tip of your thumb. You swallowed your gasp before he could hear it, breath catching in your throat as you pressed your thumb to the softness of his tongue.

When his eyes opened, he pulled your thumb in a little bit deeper, cheeks flushing pink with shyness. You groaned under your breath, “Fuck - Steven..”

He was looking up at you completely dazed, eyes dark with need. It was so hard for him to tell you what he needed. He couldn’t just tell you that he needed to submit to you or that he needed you to take control. It was so much more than that. Steven needed to absolutely engulf himself in you. He wanted to feel powerless, even if it was just for a little bit.

“What do you need, baby?” You pulled your thumb from his lips gently, kissing down his cheek to the spot where his pulse thrums the loudest and whispering, “Need me to take you apart?”

Steven gasped when you latched onto his pulse point, all teeth and tongue, yet somehow so gentle. He closed his eyes, “I- I don’t want to think. I need- I need you to help me stop thinking.”

The two of you had done this countless times before. It was always easy for him to slip into his submissive role — He loved it and it helped him let go more than anything. But never had Steven been able to put into words what he craved from this on an emotional level.

“Oh, angel,” you said, kissing back up to his lips and petting his cheek gently, “I’m so proud of you for telling me.”

Steven pressed his forehead to yours, his chest moving quickly with anticipation. You looked down, finding both of his hands on your thighs and weaving your fingers together, “Let’s move to the bed, yeah? Want my sweet boy to be comfortable.”

He nodded quickly and got up with you, still holding your hand as he followed you to the bedroom. The pet name you had bestowed upon him made his heart ache and you knew this, always making sure to use it on nights like this. You laid him down on the bed, straddling his hips and laughing softly when he immediately started taking his shirt off.

A soft smile pulled at his lips when his head popped out from under his shirt, so soft it made your chest hurt. He was so pretty. Utterly beautiful with his messy curls and flushed cheeks, eyes looking up at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

“Pretty baby,” you murmured, kissing him deeply and laving your tongue inside, finding that sweet taste of tea you could always count on. He was already melting for you, arching up to press closer to you and pull your hips down to his.

Finding his hands, you placed them at his sides and tugged on his lower lip gently, “No touching, honey.”

Steven nodded and grabbed the blanket beneath him, brushing his lips over yours again, “Please don’t stop kissing me.”

God, he can’t say stuff like that.

Your hands were everywhere, brushing over all of his most sensitive spots while the two of you made out like teenagers. It took everything in him not to buck his hips up against you when your fingers skimmed his soft belly, or to reach up and hold onto you for grounding when you bit his lip so perfectly, tugging him toward you a few inches.

Letting his head fall back, you pulled away to kiss down the column of his throat, feeling his adam’s apple bob under your lips. You sucked at his sweet spot, right under his pulse, and the softest moan slipped from his lips.

You practically growled in response, biting down to his chest and laying a hot, open kiss on one of his nipples. “Shit,” he gasped.

Under you, he felt consumed. All of the frustrations of the day completely forgotten. His pants weren’t even off yet and he knew that he couldn’t even tell you his own name if you asked. He wondered for a moment if he made you feel like this too, like —

“Steven,” you caught him, “Come back to me, baby. You’re in your head.”

He sucked in a breath and nodded, “M’sorry.”

“That’s okay,” your lips pressed against his stomach, “I think I know what’ll help you focus.”

You squeezed the softness of his hips, leaving your mark along his hipbones. He loved it when you marked him up like this and he could wake up the next morning and be reminded of how good you’d made him feel the night before.

“So pretty, baby. My beautiful boy,” you praised him, feeling him twitch in his pants, “Can I take these off?”

Steven nodded quickly, lifting his hips so you could pull his pants and boxers off in one go. You nosed at his cock as it throbbed against his belly, pressing the softest of kisses to his tip and watching him wriggle under you.

He looked down at you, wanting so badly to reach up and brush his fingers over your cheek. But he wanted to be good for you more than anything, so he took a breath and wet his lips.

“Please,” Steven breathed as you kissed away from his cock to suckle on his thighs, spreading them however you saw fit. You squeezed at his ass, groaning when you felt him keen into your touch and spread his legs for you further, “Fuck, baby, you’re being so good for me. You want the strap? Is that what you need?”

His nod was immediate, eyes glossing over a little just at the thought of that sweet pressure inside him. You couldn’t help but lean over and kiss him, swallowing his moans as your hand between his legs played with his cock to give him some relief.

You grabbed a pillow and he lifted his hips for you, letting you slip it under his lower back and wiggling a little bit until he found a comfortable position. “Stay like this, I’m gonna go grab everything.”

Steven’s eyes followed you around the room as you walked over to the closet, rummaging through until you found your strap-on and harness. When you undressed and started putting it on, he held back a groan, opting to tell you, “You’re so beautiful.”

Smiling back at him, you wiped down the strap once more for good measure and grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer, “That’s all you, sweet boy.”

He blushed again, the nickname causing his entire body to flush with warmth. You crawled over him again, giving him a soft kiss and leaning back to sit between his spread legs. The click of the cap was familiar and Steven bit his lip when you poured some lube over the base of his cock, letting it drip down to his hole slowly. His breathing was already picking up, but when you used the slick to stroke his cock just once he gasped so beautifully, you could’ve cried.

“Breathe, baby. I don’t want you getting worked up too quickly,” you reminded him.

Bringing your slick fingers down to his hole, you rubbed it gently, making sure you had used enough lube. His eyes fluttered shut as you rubbed his rim in slow circles, hips already arching toward you.

You slipped one finger in slowly, knowing he could take it easily and reveling in his soft moan when you crooked your finger just a little bit. Adding a little bit more lube, you worked him with that finger some more before adding another, holding his hips down when they wriggled all over.

“Stay still for me, Steven,” you mumbled, working him open so slowly.

He ached for you to pick up the pace and just use your strap already, but he nodded and did his best to still his hips as you continued taking him apart for a few more minutes. When you deemed him open enough, you laid a soft kiss on his hipbone, “You ready, baby?“

“Need you so bad,” Steven nodded, “Please.”

You leaned over to kiss him again, his sweet begs and moans making you want to never stop kissing him and just wreck him for anyone else. His curls were sticking to his forehead, perfectly messy and all for you, “Such a good boy for me, baby. I’ll give you what you need, don’t worry.”

Sitting back on your heels, you poured some more lube onto your hand, spreading it over your strap until it was slick all over. You let the tip tease at his hole and bit your lip when you saw the way it squeezed around nothing. He watched you with hooded eyes, lips parting and brows furrowing in a silent moan when you began easing into him slowly.

When you were completely sheathed inside him, you stayed like that for a moment, leaning over to press your chest against his and rest your arms on either side of his head. You were everywhere, just like he wanted, and he was completely overwhelmed by the feeling. He took deep breaths, mind going blank and eyes glazing over with pure trust and love for you.

“Give me a kiss, baby,” you murmured, wanting him to close the mere inch between the two of you, but all he could fathom was the lightest brush of his lips on yours. You reached down, grabbing his warm hands and pinning them above his head, your fingers laced through his as you slowly started moving inside him. It was a slow grind, but it was enough to pull the sweetest whine from his throat.

You brought him in for another consuming kiss, tasting him and swallowing all of his moans as you picked up your pace, pulling out almost all the way before punching up to find the spot that made him scream for you. His sweet whimpers after every thrust only spurred you on and you reached up to lay a careful, yet possessive hand on his throat — something you knew drove him crazy.

He was beyond words, opting to let go of your other hand to lay his over yours on his throat, silently begging you to squeeze. You couldn’t believe how beautiful he was underneath you tonight. Steven was always radiant but this — begging you to choke him while you fucked him — the way he had completely let go of everything had you in awe.

You squeezed lightly at his throat, just enough to give him that pressure he craved. Leaning forward, you nipped at his earlobe, “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. Absolutely gorgeous.”

Steven’s absolute trust in you always awoke something primal in you, leaving you whispering the sweetest, dirtiest things to him. He was completely dazed, not even thinking about his quickly approaching orgasm, just enjoying the feeling and trusting you to get him there.

He was shaking under you, the rule about not touching you long forgotten as you let him hold you however he pleased. You could tell he was close, but his orgasm wasn’t what he had been chasing. He was already drunk on the feeling of going completely mindless, and that was enough for him.

When he finally fell over the edge, the tears in his eyes fell and he came in long spurts over his chest and stomach. He closed his eyes, trying to duck into your neck to hide his tears from you.

“You’re so pretty when you cry for me, honey. Look at me,” you told him, tilting his chin up and kissing his teary cheeks as he came down. You didn’t stop moving though, slowing down to a grind but still rubbing deliciously at that spot deep inside him. He looked up into your eyes, wanting to tell you it was too much, but the overstimulation was exactly what he needed right now.

You traced his pretty lips with your thumb, loving the way they parted for you upon reflex and groaning quietly, “Give me one more, baby. Can you do that for me?”

Steven nodded and found your hand, holding it for grounding as he gasped and shook beneath you. His poor thighs were quivering with every grind of your hips and he could barely keep his eyes open to look at you. It only took another minute or two before he was begging you to let him cum out of habit, pressing his forehead against yours and painting his chest for the second time that night.

Holding him close, you kissed his face all over, whispering praise after praise, “Did such a good job for me, angel. You’re so good — My sweet boy.”

He whimpered under you, the aftershocks of his orgasm making his hips jump under you a few times. When you pulled out, he curled into your form immediately, whispering “Thank you” over and over again.

You ran your fingers through his hair and wiped away the tears clinging to his thick eyelashes, pressing another soft kiss to his reddened lips.

“Let me clean you up, baby. I’ll be right back,” you whispered, laying a kiss on his forehead. He held onto you for another moment before letting you go, watching as you walked away to clean off the strap and take off the harness, coming back with a warm washcloth to clean him up with.

Once you had wiped him down and slipped a pair of clean boxers onto him, you pulled him under the covers to lay between your arms. He was practically laying all weight on you, face buried in your chest as he tried to fight sleep away. You didn’t mind it though — he was a comforting weight on top of you and it made you happy to know you had relaxed him so much.

Rubbing your hand over his back, you settled one hand in his curls and the other around his waist, the stroke of your fingers in his hair lulling both of you to sleep.

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The Love Marks series Canvas ❤💞| PF🍓

The boys with different marks on their bodies: hickeys, kisses, scratches, and more...

Part 1: 

Steven ❤💞 (PF) Marc ❤💞 (PF) Jake ❤💞 (PF)

Part 2: 

Steven ❤💞 (PF) Marc ❤💞 (PF) Jake ❤💞 (PF)

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Steven ❤💞 (PF) Marc ❤💞 (PF) Jake ❤💞 (PF🍓)

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Steven ❤💞 (PF) Marc ❤💞 (PF) Jake ❤💞 (PF)

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Sketch 1 ❤💞(PF) Sketch 2 ❤💞(PF) Sketch 3 ❤ (PF🍓) Sketch 4 ❤ (PF🍓)

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Extra Credit

Summary: You and Steven decide to do some roleplay in the bedroom.

Warnings: Teacher/student relationship ROLEPLAY. Roleplay kink/roleplay for sex. Gender, pronouns, and sex anatomy of the reader is not specified but they are the one doing the penetrating (you can envision it as a dick or a strap-on. Male/Character receiving penetration. Steven being a bottom. Praise kink (character receiving). Dom reader/Sub Steven. 

Author’s Snip: I was originally going to have the reader in the 'sub' roles for this but after someone gave me the idea to have Marc in the sub role for his part of the roleplay I decided that all three of them get to be the sub roles because they deserve to be submissive for once. I also was planning on having all three of the boys together but I decided that I'm going to give you all a treat and give you separate ones of the boys for this idea.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 1,614

Checking that your outfit and things are right you send Steven a text that you're ready and waiting on him. You hear a knock on the front door of the flat, you know that means that the scene has begun. You take a breath to get into character and walk your way to the door from the desk, opening it to reveal Steven.

"Hello, professor." Steven smiles, nervously standing. You sense that the nervousness is from having to keep to his role but treat it like it's part of the roleplay. "Hello, Steven," you greet with a warm smile, "Come on in. I'm glad you could make it," you say as you step aside to let him in. "Well, you know, it's a bit important," Steven says as he walks in and stands just inside the flat instead of going someplace more inside the flat. After all, this is 'your' place in this scenario. "That it is." you respond.

After a brief moment and a slightly awkward glance from Steven he finally speaks, "I'm very sorry to have to come to you in your own home. I know I'm meant to see you during your office hours." he states. "It's alright, Steven. Usually, I do have students talk to me outside of class during office hours only but I figured you would be a worthy exception," you claim. "Here," you place a hand on his lower back and gently guide him around, grabbing a chair from another spot and setting it next to, his, your desk, "Make yourself comfortable.".

Steven nods and sits down in the chair, your hand slides up from his back to his shoulder as he does so. "Would you like something to drink?" you ask, "Water, tea, coffee, a glass of wine maybe? You seem a bit tense." you list with a bit of a joke at the end. Steven gives a timid laugh and says no. You nod and move towards the desk chair to have a seat, in the process, your hand leaves Steven's shoulder which irks a micro reaction out of him that you ignore.

You pull up a fake grade sheet that you made for this role-play to pretend to look at and be fake disappointed by. You sigh, "I'll be honest with you Steven. Your grade doesn't look too good. You're just under the bar for a passing grade." you explain to him. "I know," Steven mumbles. "I want to say that I'm willing to round it up but it's low enough that that's not possible," you claim while giving him a pitying look. "You're a clever man and a very well-mannered student, Steven." you place a hand on his knee, "I hate to see you struggling so, especially so close to the end of the course," you mention.

"Is there anything I can do?" Steven asks before clearing his throat, "I need to pass this to get the credits in." he tells you with his little doe eyes. You notice him crossing his legs, something he does when he has an erection and wants to hide it but in the process he makes himself smaller. You move in closer.

"Do you think I could do something for extra credit? Something that could make it to the range where you can round it up, or... something?" Steven stammers. You can see the blush on his face and sense the heat radiating off his body by touching his thigh. You bite your lip and keep going. "I wish I could but I don't do extra credit, you know that," you say.

"Maybe you could make another exception for me," Steven suggests with a labored huff. You look at him, seeing his red blushed cheeks and seeing the look in his eyes. He's definitely becoming more comfortable with this judging by his stammering turning into the lightly pitch strained tone that he gets when he's turned on.

"Steven," you mutter, "You're awfully tense and warm." you say as you touch his forehead and chest, "Are you alright?" you fake your concern more and get up to get him some water.

"Are you sure I can't do anything to get you to give me some point?" he huffs abruptly as he leans into the touch a bit as it leaves.

You act like you just realized what he's getting at. "I don't think that would be right," you say making your tines more clearly faked as you say "Students and professors aren't supposed to be doing things together outside of the normal relationship they're meant to have.". You start to massage his shoulder a bit, your touch going from 'accidental' to teasing. Steven crosses his legs tighter, "I won't tell if you won't, professor.".

  It’s off to the races from there. A kiss turns into a sloppy one, into Steven grabbing at whatever he can on your body and you the same but also taking on leading him into standing up and stumbling around. Steven lets you lead the way to the bed but has dropped the part about not knowing the layout of the flat, which you don’t mind, wanting the same thing he does. 

  You lay Steven on the bed, on his back, bending over him, and stood between his legs so that he couldn’t close them. Your mouth moves from his lips to his neck to gently kiss and suck at certain spots as your hands paw and grip at his waist and hips, Steven letting out soft moans as you do so. “Are you sure you want to do this? I can just give you the points if you want to change your mind,” you whisper in his ear. “Keep going.” he pleads through a breath, gripping at the waist of your pants. “Don’t rush it, Steven. I’m not going to just take what I want.” you say as you lift your head to look at him, “I don’t want to hurt my favorite student after all, hm?” you hum. 

  More sloppy kisses are given before you carefully unbutton his shirt and then open the button of his pants, gliding your hands on his hot skin causing him to squirm. “You’re so sensitive.” you chuckle, “Are you always like this?” you ask, slowly coaxing his pants off as you talk. Steven nods, turning away to hide his face. You use one of your hands to make him look back at you, “Don’t be shy about it. It’s cute.” you coo. “It makes me wonder how sensitive it is inside of you.”, you push another kiss on the pulse of his neck and feel his heartbeat through his skin. 

  You get his pants and briefs off, revealing his aching cock, already collecting precum on the tip. Without much thought, you move down to lick it off which earns a loud whine from the poor Steven. You decide that you don’t want to torture him any longer and back away to get ready. After fumbling around and placing lube, you go back to being over him, lining up with Steven’s entrance. “Are you ready?” you ask, Steven nods and so you push into him slowly, “Just relax for me.” you direct. Very slowly, you push in and out of him letting him get used to the feeling. Soon his soft grunts turn back into moans. 

  “There you go.” you praise. 

  Steven covers his mouth to hide his moans as you speed up to a regular pace. “Why are you hiding your moans? I want to hear you,” you tease as you go in deeper, making Steven let out an audibly loud moan even with his hand muffling it. Steven takes his hand away to say “I don’t want anyone else to hear~” in a whine. You take to opportunity to catch his hand with yours while you thrust into him, pinning his wrists above his head and using one hand to keep them there while your other hand goes back to holding his hips steady. “They won’t care. They don’t need to know you’re getting fucked for a better grade.” you taunt. 

  As you keep going moans and loud whines fall out of Steven. You’re sure that at this point no one cares when you two have sex, probably having gotten used to tuning out the muffled sound of Steven getting it through the walls.  

  At a certain point, you both get more desperate, your thrusts get sloppier and Steven, now too preoccupied with the pleasure he’s receiving, is bucking his hips to try and get more by trying to move with you. The hand that was holding Steven’s wrists is gone but Steven doesn’t cover his mouth with them now. Now he digs his nails into your back for dear life as he tries to get to his release. “Keep going! Please~” he begs, “I’m close!” he claims. “ I know,” you reply, “I’m almost there too.”. 

  Steven starts to let out more high-pitched whines and arch his back, you just keep going, knowing that he’s getting ready to come. “Come on, Steven,” you pant, “Let it all out for me. Come for me like you want that grade.” you encourage. He takes your harsher near-climax thrusts.

  “You’re being such a good boy.” you praise.

  And like you snipped a rubber band, Steven’s body lets him come at your words. He rides it out while you thrust out your own and finish. Both of you are sweating panting messes snapping out of the daleriam you put yourselves in. 

After catching your breath you look back at Steven. “That was fun,” you comment as you kiss his cheek. “We should try this again sometime.”. Steven nods. 

Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

FTM!Steven Grant x Top Male Reader NSFW Oneshot

Warning(s): EXPLICIT WORDS, Praising, Dacryphilia, Squirting?, OOC

Genre—Lemon/Smut

RUSHED AND NOT PROOFREAD—I WAS QUICK TO WRITE THIS IDEA DOWN BEFORE I FORGOT

Steven's hand was pressed against his mouth, muffling his loud moans as he was being fucked into the bed by his boyfriend, M/N.

M/N's cock hitting deep inside Steven's wet pussy which clenched around him as M/N's fingers plays with Steven's clit.

Steven was overwhelmed with pleasure, his eyes teared up and his hips moving up to meet M/N rough thrusts. M/N loves to see this sight of Steven submitting to him like this.

M/N slowed his thrusts down and stop playing with Steven's clit, making Steven whine but was muffled.

M/N hums as he took Steven's hand away from his lips. Steven looks at M/N with tears as M/N held Steven's hand.

"I want to hear you, darling.. I want you to let me know how good I make you feel..~" M/N says, resuming his rough thrusts once again, Steven lets a out a loud moan out of surprise before a string of moans continuously leave his lips.

"M/N~! M/N—Haah~!" Steven moans, his pussy squeezing around M/N once more as Steven was already close.

"Fuck~ You're so pretty like this.."

Hearing that, Steven was flustered, whimpering loudly once M/N playing with Steven's clit again, his hips jolting up due to the sudden simulation.

"C-cum—Ah~! Cumming~!" Steven's pussy gushes around M/N's cock,

Steven whines when M/N's thrusts didn't end, oversimulation getting to him as his clit was still played with, adding onto the oversimulation.

"M/N..~!" Steven whimpers out, his body trembling as M/N went down to his Steven's neck.

"Keep moaning my name like that..Let me hear your moans more~"

M/N kisses and lightly bites the sensitive parts of Steven's neck.

marc spector x gn! reader drabble

warning: implied smut, kissing, nipple play, praising (marc receiving), semi public, teasing and kinda ooc marc lmao

an: omg their back?! sorry i went mia lmao. i started this like early august but whatever better late than never

the warm night air surrounded the two of you while you left the restaurant, stomachs full with lazy smiles on your faces. as you approached your shared apartment you noticed a small alley way just about a block away.

a wicked smirk crossed your face as you interlaced your fingers with his.

"hm?" he hummed, turning to you with a quirked brow.

"hey baby, i got something to show you ok? follow me." your smile was innocent but he could tell from your tone of voice. you were planning something.

without giving him a chance to respond you pulled him towards the alley. it was still, quiet. unnoticed by the few passerby's and the perfect place to be just the right amount of annoying to your lover boy marc.

"is something wrong my love?" he asked cautiously, searching your face.

you only looked up with a smile, inner brows raised as you pushed him against the wall, hands wandering under his shirt. he looked at you surprised and confused.

"i was just thinking," you started, fingers brushing over hardening nipples, " how about i give you a preview of what's to come when we get home?"

you leaned forwards, breath tickling the fold of his ear, " just a taste tho, ok?"

with a shaky inhale he nodded, hands that were recently raised dropped to his sides. you giggled and placed a wet kiss to his neck.

"what a good boy!"

your leg pushed in between his, rubbing at his area while you caught his lips. a subtle growl left him and you felt a bulge grow against your lower thigh.

you smiled into the kiss and moved down. kissing his jaw and suckling away at the soft skin of his neck. he stifled a groan, using the back of his hand to cover his mouth.

"y-you sure you wanna do this here, love?" he mumbled against your temple, voice low. dangerous. his large hand landed on your hips, pulling you ever closer and jerking your knee up. causing him to gasp.

you chuckled and pulled back, staring him in the eyes while your hands pinched and squeezed at his perky brown buds. his face screwed while he struggled to keep eye contact. there was nothing you wanted to do more than take him here, in this alleyway and hope no innocent kid on a stroll with their mom came passing by.

you let out a breathy chuckle and intertwined your finger with marc's. he looked at you with a quirked brow and an air or impatience.

"let's get home baby, i just remembered i always skip the previews."

Okay but has anyone made a sub Steven Grant x Tall reader, maybe the moon boys x tall reader story yet or I'm just looking hard enough? I would write it but lord I can't id faint form embarrassment