#⌈♱⌋ i knew i would not have enough time to do everything. now i worry that i do not have enough time to do anything. [ v: ace. ]

[moonlight-prose]

♱ PRETTY BOY ♱

a/n: not going to lie this was going to be a fic idea a few months ago, but then i decided to throw it in with my kinktober prompts. i've been deep in my moon knight feels lately and writing for steven was a must. enjoy!

day three - face sitting | kinktober 2022

summary: date night with steven gives you all that you could have wanted and more.

word count: 2.5k+

pairing: steven grant x f!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI, cussing, pussy drunk steven, praise (m receiving), oral (f receiving), cum eating.

Date night was an annual thing Steven started. With him and Marc out being a superhero at all hours of the night, you rarely got to see your boyfriend if you weren’t helping him patch something up. Sure, he healed quickly, but with Steven he somehow managed to injure himself outside of fighting. An odd bruise here and there, a cut on his nose. All things that went away the next day.

Yet still he continued to ask for your help in patching him up. You teased him about it, telling him that he just wanted you to worry over him, but you didn’t even mind doing that.

Which led to the idea of date night. Every Saturday night he would take you wherever you wanted to go, giving you a whole night of just you and him with no interruptions. Marc played along with it. He gave you this, because he loved you just as much as Steven did—your happiness was always his top priority—and if spending the night with Steven meant you were content with them, then he let it happen. Some nights you yearned for Marc, wanting to know everything and anything he would tell you.

Except Saturdays solely belonged to Steven. The man who held your heart in his hand, who bought you flowers just because, and gifted you books that reminded him of you.

Walking down the street, you felt Steven’s hand slip into yours, a tipsy smile gracing his lips. After one whole bottle of wine and a filling dinner, the both of you were high on the endorphins of alcohol and lust. It started off innocent enough. He told you about the things you weren’t yet caught up on and you told him how things at your job were going. But then the touching set in. His thigh brushed against yours, his hand holding yours and purposely tracing the pulse point on your wrist.

Eventually you had to get out of the restaurant to get some fresh air or you’d wind up dragging him to the bathroom. Getting banned from one of your go to spots wasn’t a part of the plans for the night. So, you left. Leaving you here, walking hand in hand beside him as he led you back to his flat for the night.

You knew the second you were inside the both of you would revert back to your lustful nature. Both desperate for one another after so much time apart. But for now…you relished in this. A simple act of romance that would have seemed minor to anyone else, but to you it was everything. He wrapped an arm around your waist, brushing against the fabric of the maroon dress you chose for the night.

“I’ve missed you love.” Five days away from you was far too long in Steven’s opinion and he knew you shared the same sentiment.

Grinning, you leaned further into his hold, resting your head on his shoulder as you walked a bit unsteady in your heels. “Not as much as I’ve missed you.”

His building was just down the street, yet you didn’t want to go inside just yet. The night air was crisp and lovely against the bare skin of your legs—the sky practically sparkling with the sight of the half moon. You found it funny how often you looked up to the moon on the days Steven and Marc were gone. As if that was your way to connect to them—as if they’d hear you call out to them simply by looking at it too.

“I had a nice time,” you murmured, leaning against the wall of his building, taking in a deep breath.

Steven’s lips twitched, his eyes raking down your body with a look you knew you wore as well. The streetlamp cast a glow on the side of his face, sharpening his jaw and turning his brown eyes darker than you’d ever seen them. You knew what he looked like as Mr. Knight, knew that the suit he wore and the powers he possessed truly made him an ethereal being. But tonight…he was merely Steven Grant. The man you’d met by practically falling on top of him—the man you loved.

“Come here,” you whispered, watching entranced as he stepped closer, his hand coming to press against the wall beside your head. “You’re so pretty.”

He flushed red, eyes darting down to your parted lips. “I should be the one saying that to you love.”

“How about…” Trailing a hand up his button down shirt, you traced his bottom lip. “You kiss me instead.”

Steven didn’t need to be told twice. Surging forward he captured your lips in a kiss that practically seared through your body. You sighed, leaning into his body as his tongue swept across your bottom lip. Kissing him always felt like this. Soft, tender, and passionate enough to leave you wanting more than what he gave you. He kissed you like he knew in the back of his mind that you were breakable when held in his hands—you were his precious piece of art, something he had to protect.

It drove you wild with need.

You slid your hands into his hair, tugging sharply at his curls to hopefully elicit some sort of response. 

“Steven,” you gasped, your knees buckling when his tongue delved into your mouth, sliding against yours. His other hand gripped your thigh, hiking it up around his waist in order for him to press even closer against you. 

The space between you was nonexistent, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way. This was the Steven that you knew as your lover. The Steven that fucked you hard and fast into the mattress until you were incoherent. The Steven that licked, kissed, and nipped his way up and down every crack and crevice of your body. The one who wasn’t afraid of breaking you.

“I want you.” The words were tenderly pressed to his jaw and you smiled at the shuddered moan he let out—his hips bucking into yours.

“Out here?” he asked incredulously.

While that thought alone was appealing, you knew that he wouldn’t take you against the wall of a building. No, he favored comfort over the neediness of pleasure. He wanted to have you in a place where he could take his time with you. In a way that only made your heart ache for him even more, because no one had treasured you this much before. No one cared for your pleasure above their own before Steven and Marc.

“No.” You smiled, dragging your lips along his lightly. “There’s not enough room out here for that.”

He hummed in agreement against your lips, cupping your cheek lightly and brushing his thumb along the top of it. Hooking your leg even more around his hip, you dragged the evident bulge in his jeans closer, grinding against it to bring out the needy whine from him that you craved. He knew you held as much power over him as he did you and maybe that’s where the core of your pleasure stemmed from. The understanding you held with one another.

He wanted to give into you—wholeheartedly.

“Take me upstairs,” you whispered, moaning softly when his lips dragged along your throat. “Please.”

You threw in the please for your own benefit, feeling particularly needy tonight. Steven however was yanking himself away from you at the word upstairs, grabbing your hand in his and dragging you with him. The alcohol had worn off, leaving a burning desire in your chest to warm your body. Watching as he pushed a hand through his curls, heaving in a deep breath, certainly didn’t help the throbbing between your legs. If anything it made it worse.

Five minutes—and several dirty looks in the elevator—later, you were stumbling through the door of his flat. He locked the door, dropped his jacket on the chair, and was on you within seconds. Tender Steven, loving Steven, began to dissipate to the very back of his mind with every step closer you took towards the bed.

He bit down hard at the top of your right breast, sucking the skin into his mouth and smiling at the cry you let out. Meanwhile you were trying to unbuckle his jeans with shaky hands. The job was harder than you anticipated. Especially when his hand slipped beneath the hem of your dress, his fingers pressing right against your covered clit. Your head fell back as you moaned his name. The underwear you wore was practically soaked through—nothing but thoughts of tonight going through your head all dinner.

“Is all this for me love?” he asked, a slight hint of disbelief tinging the edges of his voice. Steven was always surprised when he found you wet and desperate for him. Almost as if he couldn’t quite believe you were real, let alone that you wanted him to be the one inside of you.

“Yes,” you gasped. Stumbling back, you nearly fell into his chair but his arm wrapping tightly around your waist kept you balanced.

“I want—” He paused, raising his head up to see your glazed eyes and swollen lips. His brain short circuited at the sight of you so willing to do what he wanted. If only he could get the words out.

“What do you want?” Your voice was dazed and heady with lust—just like the rest of you.

Steven took in a breath. “I want to taste you. I want you to use me.” He took your hand, leading it up to his jaw, tracing the angular curve of it until you eventually reached his lips.

Your eyes went wide with the realization, the breath catching in your throat, and very briefly Steven came to the conclusion that he made a mistake. That you wouldn’t want to do this with him. So, he tried to backtrack. Wracking his brain for anything to say that would fix this situation.

However, you dragging him to you by the collar of his shirt and roughly pressing your lips against his stopped his panic.

“Yes,” you said, the thought of riding Steven’s mouth, his jaw, all too enticing. “Fuck, I want that too.”

Somehow amidst all the kissing, you found yourself straddling him as he lay back on the bed. You still wore your heels, even your dress, but your underwear had been tossed off to the floor along with his shirt. Steven’s hands gripped your waist, his lips trailing along your shoulder with every roll of your hips onto his. If he hadn’t already told you what he wanted, you’d be sinking down onto his cock, but his request still rang loudly in your mind.

He wanted you to use him. To take your pleasure by sitting on that perfectly sculpted face of his.

You could feel yourself grow wet, your slick spreading on the tops of your inner thighs. Pulling away, you allowed yourself a moment to admire him. To imagine what seeing him between your thighs this way would look like. Steven and you had done your fair share of experimenting with one another, but this…this was new. Something you didn’t know you wanted until he said it out loud.

Climbing up his body, you hiked the skirt of your dress up until it was around your hips. His hands fell to your hips, eyes fixated on your dripping cunt as you pressed your knees on either side of his head. You’d never been so turned on in your life, but this…him, it caused an almost unbearable throbbing between your legs.

“You look…” he trailed off, running his hands around your hips, thumbs spreading you open for him to admire. “Delicious.”

Heat spread rapidly up the back of your neck at just his words alone. How were you ever going to survive him doing this?

“You look pretty,” you replied, pushing a hand into the curls that sat on his forehead. “My pretty boy.”

Steven simpered, his eyes lighting up at the compliment. You wanted to keep admiring him like this—continue to watch transfixed as his tongue ran along his bottom lip. But he wrapped his arms around your thighs, dragging your hips down and sealing his mouth over your cunt. Falling forward with a cry, your hands slapped against the wall behind his bed. It made him smile, his tongue running along your slit and sending a shiver up your spine.

“Fuck Steven,” you gasped, grinding your hips down into his mouth even further. “You’re so good at this. You look so pretty like this.”

His moan was muffled, his eyes falling shut as he sucked on your clit fervently. So much so that your eyes rolled back in your head, your hand shooting down to tug on his hair—hips rolling in short stunted thrusts. You knew you wouldn’t last long, knew that Steven was certainly capable of breaking you apart with just his tongue. Except you willed yourself to last.

Panting his name, you tried to get a hold of the control that quickly slipped away with each stroke of his tongue. Maybe if you pulled away, gave yourself some reprieve, then you’d last longer. But he didn’t like that. His arms became an unbreakable vice that kept your cunt pressed so tight against his mouth you worried you’d suffocate him. Grinding down, you let out an incoherent cry as the final strands in your control began to fray—your release building up in your stomach so tight you were afraid it would break you in two.

“Steven!” His brown eyes fluttered open to meet yours, a moan vibrating against your cunt, and that did you in.

You pressed a hand against the wall, trying to steady yourself while shocks ran up your spine and your thighs shook. The feeling was visceral. It tore through you, roaring like a tidal wave until you were unable to think of anything other than him. He kept going, licking up everything you had to give him and moaning for more. If you hadn’t stopped him with a shaky call of his name he would have certainly driven you to the very brink of insanity.

Funny thing was…you didn’t mind if he did.

On shaky legs you managed to collapse to the side of him, your chest heaving with every breath. But then you looked at him. Saw the dazed look in his eyes and how the bottom half of his face was shiny and wet with your cum. Your cunt clenched around nothing, a whimper leaving your lips.

“I want to do that again,” he said, wiping a thumb along his bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth.

How this man didn’t know he was beautiful was beyond you. This sight alone made you want to learn how to paint just to embed his image to the permanency of history.

“Baby,” you breathed, drawing his eyes back to you. “I need you to fuck me.”

He paused, eyes wide with lust and thumb still pressed to his lip. “Anything you want love.”

Reaching out your arms, Steven didn’t need to be told twice before he was laying himself over your. Kissing him, you moaned at the taste of you on his tongue. The night hours were just beginning, the moon barely reaching its highest point in the sky, and you…you were at peace with the man you loved. There was nothing more you could have wanted than simply this.

[sta7z]

“The Kiss”  Dark!Yandere!Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Reader )Part 2(

Warnings ⛓ Yandere things ⛓Character disappearence

⛓Non detailed depictions of gore ⛓a bad attempt at a plot twist ⛓Breakdowns ⛓Musical Theatre 🎭

You had been studying with Nancy for your midterms for a few days now, and alternating between reading Frankenstein. You entered the home, it seemed strangely empty. Mrs Wheeler was usually home by now, and Mike should definitely be home. He said on the Walkie-Talkie he would be there before me… never the less you walked up the steps and to the door of Nancy’s Room.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Nancy opened the door so fast it was as if she was waiting there. “Y/N!! Just give me a moment, I need to get cleaned up.” You waited outside for a while and Nancy let you in. She had a radio in her room, that was new. “Oh! You noticed! I got it a while ago, Robin and I saved up some money for it, so I figured we could listen while we study today. Are there any stations you prefer?” You shook your head and suggested simply music. As the two of you went through your Flashcards and Cornell notes, the music came to an abrupt stop.

꧁ ༺☽⛓♡ .♱. ♡⛓☾༻ ꧂Flashback

The bell rung, but you weren’t going to leave. You had rehearsals today for your school’s production of Grease! You were somehow chosen as Sandy. Everyone, including yourself, thought that local cheerleader and absolutely angel Chrissy Cunningham, but nope! It was you. And by some miraculous chance Steve Harrington auditioned and got the role of Danny. Every time you asked Steve about it he said it was a dare from Billy and he hadn’t even seen Grease! But In the past few month of rehearsals, Steve was becoming a bit of a Thespian.

The kissing scene, the easiest yet most difficult thing to rehearse. “Hey listen, it’s not like we’re actually in love or anything right?” Steve laughed. “I mean, the way she sung Hopelessly Devoted, I would say she wants to marry ya Stevie!” Carol butted in. You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your water. “I’m right here Yknow. And I’m just a little nervous…” Carol gasped. You knew what she was going to say. You gave her a glare cold enough to freeze a Hawkin’s Summer. “Hey listen, you don’t have to do the kiss, I can convince the teacher to change it to a hug or a fake kiss! Whatever makes you comfortable, alright Y/N?” Steve Fucking Harrington, the sweetest jerk you’ve ever met. You couldn’t help but feel safe around him. He had this… mom-ish feel to him. As hot as Ralph Macchio, if not hotter. And as sweet as Dopey (yes, the dwarf).

You finished rehearsals and rode your bike on the way to Mike’s house.

꧁ ༺☽⛓♡ .♱. ♡⛓☾༻ ꧂

“Hawkin’s Radio is having an abrupt stop to announce that the remains a local person was found approximately 20 meters away from Hawkin’s Highschool. Authorities are trying to identify the individual and cause of death as we speak.” Everything else was a blur, who was it? Who would do something like this? “Fuck” you turned to Nancy “D-Do you think it’s…one of them” you shuddered at the thought of those monsters. Nancy was about to console you when suddenly, almost conveniently, the phone rang. Nancy got up to answer, “Robin, baby, you alright?” You couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation except for Nancy’s worried responses. “Okay, stay safe, I love you.” She hung up. “I’m really sorry about that Y/N. Robin had some… issues to sort out.”

You sighed and turned the radio back on. Nancy was holding you, you couldn’t help but shake in anticipation. “According to athorites finding an intact finger, it can be determined that the victim was Steve Harrington”Nancy dug her nails into you at that very moment. Your heart sunk, that’s… that’s not right. Right? It couldn’t be. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” It sounded more directed to you than to the situation. You tried to look up at her but she pushed your head back down. “I- I just. I hate seeing you upset.” She sounded more frustrated than anything.

꧁ ༺☽⛓♡ .♱. ♡⛓☾༻ ꧂

“Nance?” You said wiping your tears. You had fallen asleep. She wasn’t there. “Well did they find anything else? He could be just walking around with 9 fingers!” It was Robin. “No, there’s no way.” Nancy said in a matter of fact way. “It’s all my fault.” Robin broke down, “What about Carol? What about Y/N?” She sounded so… guilty. And to think about it. What type of Highschooler knows 4 languages, including Russian. And demogorgans don’t chop people up. You would need more evidence but, you were onto something.

꧁ ༺☽⛓♡ .♱. ♡⛓☾༻ ꧂

Poor Nancy, doesn’t know she’s dating a, possible,killer.