#Steven grant Drabble

[thesecretwriter]

steven grant eating you out (minors/ageless blogs dni).

he has you laying on the bed, bare for him. you have no idea how many times his made you cum at this point, but you and him are a babbling rambling mess.

“such a pretty fuckin’ pussy, so good for me, so wet,” he rambles on as he rubs your clit and watched you squirm. his been thinking about doing this to you all day. he came home wanting you and didn’t hesitate to manhandle you.

he ate your pussy out as though it was his last meal. the man was starving. his lips latch onto your clit and his index and middle finger buried deep inside you. the both of you have fucked and made love on countless occasions but it still surprises him how you tighten around his fingers every time. all that could be heard was the wetness from your arousal accompanied by the moans of you and steven.

“you gonna be f’me, baby? please cum. please,” he begs and goes back to lapping at your clit. his cock is painfully hard, and he moans as he brushes against the bed below him. his moans create a new feeling of pleasure for you along with the motioning of his fingers inside you.

“that’s it, baby,”

your thighs automatically clench together, but he makes sure to spread them out as you reach your orgasm. he doesn’t stop teasing your clit with his tongue nor does he stop fingering you. you’re panting for air as you stare at the ceiling above you, struggling to catch your breath. the next thing you see is steven’s goofy grin as he takes in the sight of you.

“you did so good f’me,”

a/n: someone confiscate my devices.

[melodygatesauthor]

Steven Grant - Yandere Edition - Random Horny Thots #1 - Claiming

NSFW - NON-CON WARNING - Virgin Reader

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Steven's been watching you for a long time, so imagine his excitement when he finally has you tied up, wrists stuck to the headboard and your mouth wrapped in duct tape. You're crying so hard while he's pressing himself against your tight and never broken entrance. He's prodding gently, feeling the resistance of your hole. His eyes are crazed with excitement. A trickle of drool is spilling down his chin.

"Oh love, no one's been in here before have they?" His face turned into an affectionate smile, "you've been savin' y'self just f'me? Darling, that makes me feel so special."

You're crying, and internally begging him to let you go, but he doesn't seem to care...or maybe he likes it.

He has the fat, bulbous tip of his cock in here. He can feel it stretch a little, and your screams get a little louder. He bites his lip, trying to contain his excitement. He pushes forward, feeling the way your tight hole gives out and tears around him. You shriek again, sobs getting heavier as you struggle.

"Now, now love. You're alright, shhhh," he grabs your hips tightly and leans in, kissing your tearstained cheeks.

Steven's enjoying it so much, listening to your little cries, but even more than that he enjoys the way your blood is painting his cock when he looks down at where your bodies are joined. He’s surprised at how wide he’s split you open, seeing your little pussy lips gripping around his cock so tightly. It’s almost too tight, but it feels so fucking good. You cry again; fresh sobs falling down your cheeks and soaking the pillow under your head.

“S’alright love, I know…” He leans forward, reaching his arms around your back and pulling you close, kissing just below your earlobe softly. “I’m happy too, so happy that you’ve given this to me. What a gift you are.”

He shudders, feeling such a sense of pride for being the only man to have you, and the only man to make you sound like this. You were crying tears of joy, he knew it had to be true. The noises were too good to be anything else. Of course you were a little pained, but it would feel better soon. You were meant to take him, it had to feel good.

He leaned back, lifting the backs of your legs and pushing your knees up by your head. He could see you all spread out now. He could watch your cunt swallowing around him. He could see the blood all over his length. He could hear you screaming louder in this new position, this tighter position.

“That’s it love, feels good dunnit? Yeah, bet it does. You like a bit of pain don’t you?”

All he can hear other than your muffled cries is the wetness between both of your bodies. Your cunt and his cock are drenched in fluids; a cocktail made up of your arousal, blood, and his precum, which you were certain he had a steady stream of since he started his assault.

When Steven comes, it’s messy, and he’s squeezing you so hard you think you might suffocate. His body is shaking, breath huffing out in sharp, short gusts, and he’s telling you how lucky you are to have someone like him giving you his all. No one else will ever love you like he can, and no one else will ever care for you the way he does.

“There love…” he says, wiping away your tears, “now you’re all mine. Molded your little cunt to fit around me perfectly.”

And with that, you belong to him, forever and always…

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Pussy drunk Steven Grant!!

hii, im very sorry this has taken so long!! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 also apologies in advance if there’s mistakes, I had a migraine while editing this

sweet

Steven Grant x f reader

wc || 0.6k

warnings || 18+ only sexually explicit content (oral f receiving, subby steven, praise) minors dni I couldn’t help but make him submissive, it’s just too easy

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Steven Grant is the type of guy who often needs guidance to get a job done, needing simple reassurance and encouragement, the kind who loved hearing when he was doing something well. 

You and Steven haven't been dating long, so you were still somewhat foreign to one another's bodies, unsure how to navigate each other just yet. Steven being the adorably sweet and awkward guy he is, hasn't had much luck with women, causing him to feel inadequate in the bedroom. Since you became a couple, you've been experimenting with ways to build his confidence, quickly learning that he responds well to praise and direction. 

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He looks up at you from between your thighs, his dark brown eyes blown huge as he stares up in adoration. Hands lightly stroking your thighs with uncertain features, grazing his palms over the soft flesh. 

You reassuringly nod as you place your hand over his, slowly guiding it to where you need him most. Lacing into his fingers as you lead him over your underwear, palming him over you. "Yeah, that's it," you whisper, momentarily closing your eyes as you feel his delicate touch. "Take them off," you softly instruct, nodding when you notice his questioning eyes. 

He slips from your gentle grip to snake his fingers into your waistband, gingerly sliding them down. His eyes dart between you and your pussy, looking at you with a precarious glimmer as he settles himself, getting comfortable between your legs.

"Go on," you ease, your tone full of warmth. You slide your fingers into his curls, gently tugging. "That's it," reassuring.

He itches his mouth closer, faintly licking a soft stripe through your folds, featherlight touch as he does so. He slides his arms under your thigh and reaches up to your hand, lacing and clasping into your fingers as if he was seeking comfort. His tongue stiffens as he slides through you again, parting your folds with a content groan, his movements light yet precise. "Right there, Steven... that's it," you softly praise, tightening your grip in his hand and hair. "You're doing so well."

Your praise instantly encouraged Steven. He began to work over you as if he had finally got a knack for you, your taste and feel being something he doesn't want to part from.

His gluttonous mouth movements grow hungry and desperate as he flicks over you, swirling over your clit as he listens to your body, listening to your hitches in breath. Paying attention to you.

Encouraging him further, you earnestly whimper in praise as you tug his hair, eyes screwed shut, muttering senselessly in the air. "Right there... you're making me feel so good, Steven... so good," peeking down, you catch a brief moment of eye contact before your eyes clamp closed again. "You're doing such a good job."

Steven's initial reaction to your somewhat pained whines of pleasure was to stop, unsure if he was hurting you. Sensing his uncertainty, you tenderly brush over the back of his hand as if to comfort him, silently reassuring him as you feel the build-up to your release.

He laps over you in the way he knew you liked, flicking and teasing your clit, parting and sucking on your folds, not once faltering in motion as he brought you to your high. Caressing your pussy.

Quivering against his lips as you coat his tongue, freely jolting as you came. 

He gently kisses your inner thigh before crawling up the bed next to you, snuggling into your side as he adjusts the covers, draping it over your lower half. You twist your neck to face him, sweetly kissing his lips while you wrap your arms around him, nuzzling the side of your head into his chest.  

@thewinterv @bubblezuku

[traveller-of-the-knight]

Ok but,

IMAGINE STEVEN WEARING HIS GLASSES AND TRANSFORMING INTO MR KNIGHT!!!

Without the mask of course, with his curlers and sweet face and- and- and- aghfhskaakhdd

Like- glowing eyes behind the lenses

And sophisticated and able to beat the shit out of you but cute but hot but cute but-

[jake-g-lockley]

Seven Lives (Steven Grant x reader)

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A/N: I watched Chennai Express again somewhere last week and decided to write this drabble, added my favourite place on the planet + my favourite person on the planet. I also cried writing this so-

Word Count: 783 words

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You stared glumly up at the set of stairs in front of you, angrily nibbling at the lime ice cream in your hand. The limestone caves above you looked magnificent and you were so tempted to go up and explore the intricately carved temple, it had, after all, been years since you did. You glance up at the big statue beside the stairs and frown. 

“I’d go up but this little fella won’t let me,” you mumbled to the golden-faced God, rubbing at your swollen tummy. 

Your grandma had forbidden you from going up due to your pregnant state. She had been wary since you expressed interest in taking your husband there, saying that he would appreciate the beautiful architecture and history. 

“What are we looking at, darling?” your husband whispered and you turned to frown at him.

“Aw love, what's wrong?” He said taking your face in his hands.

“I wanna go up.” You said, nodding towards the stairs.

“Your ammamah is not gonna be happy, my sweet wife.” He frowned back, eyeing the stairs with you. 

“Hey! You’re the one who did this to-” you say a little too loudly and Steven clamps a hand onto your mouth.

“Holy place!” he hissed through a smile.

The both of you stood there a little longer, watching people walk up and down the colourful concrete staircase. You loved this place, it gave you peace and tranquillity like no other and you felt amazing. But it truly did make you sad that you couldn't waddle your way up the stairs. 

“Alright, you know what…” Steven Grant folded the sleeves of his kurta and suddenly scooped you up into his arms bridal style as if you weighed like a feather.

“NOOO STEVEN PUT ME DOWN!” you squeal, grabbing onto the edge of your saree.

“Come on love, what kinda superhero doesn’t do superhero things for his wife?”  Steven winks down at you and kicks his shoes off.

You hide your face behind the long edge of your saree as people begin to stare and point the second Steven started walking up the stairs with you. The arm that is hooked around Steven’s neck was already a cry for help, but part of you really did want to go up to the cave. 

“Steven, there are people watching.” you mumble and hang onto him tightly.

“Let them watch, keep your eyes on me, love.” He whispered back, watching his footing. 

“Two hundred and seventy two steps, Steven.” 

“I’ve done more.” 

“Yea, without your pregnant wife in your arms!”

People around you started to coo and shout praises, all which Steven nodded politely to. You watch your husband’s face for any sign of a strain, his jaw set in concentration and the feeling of being rocked in his arms easing out all of your anxieties. Steven’s hands on you grounded you to him, and you held to that feeling like it was your life line. 

“Did you know that the cave is 400 million years old?” Steven says, as he continues to take step after step.

Steven continued to dish out facts and you listened intensely, nodding at each of them despite already learning all of the facts by heart. You watch him say hi to a monkey and your eyes shift to the vel-shaped entrance of the cave. Your heart swells with pride as people around you cheer and clap as Steven slowly sets you down slowly before kneeling down and adjusting your saree’s pleats. 

You were in your favourite place on Earth and all you could do was look at your husband. You can’t help feeling lucky and loved. You teared up as elderly folk swarmed Steven, touching his head and giving him their blessings. Once the crowd cleared, Steven reached out to grab your hand, pulling you close. He set a hand onto your tummy and knelt down again, pressing his ear against you. 

Was it really possible to fall in love with the same person again and again?

“Your mummy is very spoiled, little one, I’d do anything for you and for her.” You smacked Steven’s head and he laughed, getting up and encasing you in an embrace. 

“Thanks, Steven, I love you.” you mumble in his chest while he fixes your hair. 

The seven-lives bond that people always talked about when it came to marriage didn’t seem true to you then. You’d hate to see someone else with Steven in his eighth life. But you’d have seven lifetimes to ponder over that. Now, you held onto Steven’s hand tightly as he led you to the cave temple, Steven chastising you to watch your step as he stirred you around puddles. 

Translations:

ammamah: grandma

kurta: a loose collarless shirt or tunic worn in many regions of South Asia

Vel: is a divine javelin or spear associated with Murugan, the Hindu god of war.

Saree: a women's garment from the Indian subcontinent,that consists of an un-stitched stretch of woven fabric arranged over the body as a robe, with one end tied to the waist, while the other end rests over one shoulder as a stole (shawl), sometimes baring a part of the midriff

Tagging: @mintpurplemnm @pakhiya

[runa-falls]

Steven is SO "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" coded istg

He is SUCH a softie.

PLEASE I COULD IMAGINE THIS PLAYING IN MY HEAD WHEN I SEE HIM FOR THE FIRST TIME (like a slo-mo "i think this is love at first sight" type beat)

Me: 😳 look at that guy

Friend: who...? him? the one who just knocked over that orange display?

Steven (accidentally took an orange from the bottom of the pyramid): *struggling to keep all the oranges from rolling away*

Me: yeah, him... *dreamy eyes*

Steven: *is literally getting stepped on by other customers as he crawls on the ground picking up oranges* *mutters* don't even like oranges all that much

Friend: really? him?

[violetflowerswrites]

🙈🙉🙊

for the smut prompts: steven grant and 44

44. mutual masturbation moon knight masterlist || main masterlist

“Show me again.”

He sits awkwardly on the bed, watching the way you sweep your fingers over your swollen clit. You sigh softly, biting down on your lower lip as you circle the pearl of nerves. Your toes curl, hips shifting upwards to meet your touch as you please yourself in front of him.

Steven watches dutifully, his eyes following each subtle movement and committing each direction to memory. His lips are parted, a film of sweat beading on his brow. His cock throbs in his pants, pushing painfully against the zipper as if accepting any form of friction in an attempt to ease the pressing need.

“Jesus, Love,” Steven whispers, his voice slipping into a whine as he presses his palm against the curve of his dick, grinding up ever so slightly into his touch.

“You can touch yourself,” you breathe, bliss pooling between your thighs and glistening across your skin. “I’d like- I’d like to see how you like it.”

He’s scrambling, practically ripping off his belt and tearing his pants down to grab his cock. Steven’s mouth falls open, head lolling back and letting out a relieved groan of your name as he squeezes the ruddy, cum-slicked head of his cock.

“Let me see,” you whisper, and his begins to rock his hips upwards into his fist.

[ierofrnkk]

the sum of his parts - steven grant

Summary: You love Steven Grant, and there are some parts of him that stick out in your mind a little more than others. (~1.2k)

Content: 18+, gn!reader but reader has a vagina (no fem pronouns used), very brief & vague oral (f receiving), fingering, egregious use of italics.

a/n: This is the first thing I’ve really ever fully written AND posted!! Forgive me for it being vague and unpolished—I will get better!! I’ve just been so captivated by these boys after watching Moon Knight that I had to write something!

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You love Steven as a whole, the culmination of all things that make him him, but it doesn’t mean that you don’t notice the little things.

The details.

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The first thing you loved about Steven was his hair; the way that the curls were always pushed to one side, sitting atop his head like his brush had broken and he’d neglected to buy a new one.

It was one of the first things you touched when you finally had the opportunity to, making up some story about how he’d had a shred of paper stuck to one of his curls—he hadn’t, but he didn’t need to know that.

You couldn’t get enough of the soft texture, even after months of getting to experience it. You had your hands in his hair every chance that you got.

When the two of you lay on the couch together, him cuddled against your chest as you watched the next documentary about the evolution of earth’s marine life, or something, you would drag your fingers through his hair idly. He would sigh in appreciation of the gentle touch.

When he’d be in a flurry early in the morning, racing to get ready on time before he missed the bus, you caught him for the briefest moments to smooth your palm across his unruly curls, taming the locks as best you could before he raced out the door.

When he’d settle himself between your thighs, mouth on your cunt like he’d die if you pulled him away, you’d tangle your fingers in those same dark curls, tightening your grip just enough to keep him in place. He always sighed appreciatively then, too.

—

The next thing you’d found yourself loving about Steven were his eyes, always wide like saucers and taking in every ounce of information that they can. The color of them always reminded you of coffee, but specifically the cups that he’d make for you in the early hours of the morning, perfect like no one else could.

You’re stupidly fond of the way he looks at you when you talk—it could be the most mundane thing, like laundry or dinner, and he’d be watching you so intently it’d feel like you’re giving a presentation on newly-unearthed artifacts in Cairo.

You remember the first time he cried in front of you. It was over something that seems so simple now; the two of you had made plans for dinner at your apartment, and he’d shown up late—through no fault of his own, the train wasn’t on schedule—but he’d felt so guilty about it that it brought him to tears. You can still see the way he looked in your mind: brows knit together, those beautifully dark eyes rimmed red and filled with tears.

He’d apologized profusely, and you silenced him with a kiss.

You like the way he looks when he’s half asleep, doing his best to fight his drowsiness to spend as much time with you as physically possible. His gaze is softer, somehow, his eyes half-lidded even with the way he fights to keep them wide open. That’s when you know he’s not going to last much longer before he’s out for the night.

When you’re kissing him, and you pull back for that brief, glorious moment, his eyes are dark, pupils blown with desire in a way that sends a wave of heat to your core.

You don’t miss the way those pretty eyes of his flutter shut whenever you touch him, even if it’s something simple; he’s touch-starved—not that he’ll ever admit that to you—so any physical show of affection is nearly enough to put him over the edge.

You’ve become familiar with the way he drifts, his eyes seeming to haze over and go unfocused—when he goes away for a moment—caught in his own reflection and watching as if there’s something else there with him.

—

You’ve quickly grown to become fond of his hands, in many more ways than just one.

You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t want to hold his hand all the time, to feel the warmth of his palm against your own, fingers interlaced with yours in the way that makes you feel like nothing could separate you two. He made sure to hold your hand at every opportunity.

You’re very grateful for that.

When he takes one of his hundreds of books off of his bookshelf, flipping through page after page as he looks for a specific section, you can’t help but watch his hands. He moves with ease and precision, stark from the way he’s usually fumbling or unsure of where to go. He’s in his element, and you recognize that.

When he joins you on your monthly grocery trip, he insists on bringing all of the bags up in one go—he’s trying to be helpful, even if it means making things more difficult for him; that’s just how Steven is. Selfless. You can’t get enough of the sight of him like that, though, with multiple grocery bags held in each hand, all while he does his best to navigate your apartment complex.

You remember the first time he truly, properly held your hand; he’d done it in such a Steven way that you couldn’t deny him. He’d gone off on some spiel about human evolution and something about how in ancient civilizations, the size of your hands denoted status—you can see where this is going—and he insisted the two of you compared the size of your hands. For the sake of anthropology, of course.

Knowing what he was getting at, you obliged, pressing your palm to his, and without a beat of hesitation, he laced his fingers with your own, a sheepish grin on his face as a result of his boldness. You couldn’t even be mad about it.

Of course, those hands of his are good for more than just holding yours or carrying your groceries.

—

The first time he made you come was with his hands; he was too impatient to even wait to fuck you properly—he just had to touch you—so, he did.

You remember the feeling of his hands on your thighs, shifting and adjusting you until you were in a good position for him. He had made sure to not be too rough with you, even in his desperation. Sweet, considerate Steven.

His hands, as fidgety and hesitant as they usually are, were precise and sure when he touched you. He moved deftly when he found your slit, dragging his fingers through the wetness that’d already gathered there.

It wasn’t long after until one of those same thick fingers pushed into your heat, then another. It’s practiced—efficient— like he’s done this for you a thousand times, even though you both know he hasn’t.

When his thumb had brushed your clit, with just enough pressure to send another wave of heat up your spine, you knew you were done for. He had looked at you with those eyes, pupils blown and eyes half-lidded, and you could tell right then that he was more focused on your pleasure than his own.

When you finish, you card your fingers through his raven curls, holding just enough to bring him close enough that you can kiss him.

He goes willingly, all sweet and pliant as you maneuver him closer, and you’ve never been more grateful to have someone like him.

—

Steven is much, much more than just the sum of his parts, but you sometimes have to put him under a microscope and appreciate everything that makes him him.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Overboard Decorating » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Week of October 6th-12th

Pairings: Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Steve comes home from a mission to see that you went overboard with the Halloween decorations.

Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, pet names

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

Halloween divider made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

Steve was about to announce that he’s home, but he got sidetracked by the Halloween decorations you had put out while he was on a 2 day long mission. He looked around as he walked further in the house.

“Stevie, you’re home!” You exclaimed excitedly.

You ran up to him and jumped in his arms. Steve dropped his bag on the floor so he could wrap his arms around you. You kissed him sweetly.

“I missed you so much.” You murmured softly.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.” Steve says softly.

Steve put you back on your feet gently before looking at the Halloween decorations again.

“You decorated.” He points out.

“I did!” You confirmed happily. “I’ll show you what I decorated while you were on the mission.” You say.

You grabbed his hand and practically dragged him to the living room with excitement coursing through your veins.

“I bought these little plastic pumpkins from Target yesterday.” You tell him, showing him the little pumpkins you put on the coffee table. “Aren’t they cute?” You asked.

“Yes.” He answers. “They have faces on them.” He says.

“That’s why I bought them!” You say.

You then showed him the strand of orange lights you hung along the mantle of the fireplace. Steve noticed more of the little plastic pumpkins with faces on them.

“How many of these did you buy?” Steve asks curiously, picking one of them up.

“I don’t know.” You answered. “Oh! I have to show you the new sheets I got for our bed!” You said.

Steve followed you to yours and his bedroom. You threw yourself on the bed out of excitement. He couldn’t help but smile at how cute you’re being.

“I got Fall colored sheets and blankets for the bed!” You point out.

“I see that.” Steve says with a smile.

Steve walked towards the bed. He rubbed his hand against the blanket, feeling the softness of it.

“Did I go overboard with the Halloween decorations?” You asked, fiddling with your fingers.

“No, of course not.” He says.

You and Steve have been dating for a year and he asked you to move in with him a few weeks ago. You weren’t sure what the boundaries were when it comes to decorating for the holidays. That’s why you asked.

“Are you sure?” You asked to make sure.

“I’m sure.” He says softly.

Steve leaned over and kissed you. You smiled against his lips.

“Did you see the bone yard I set up in the front yard?” You asked.

“Yes I did.” He pecked your lips softly. “That’s my favorite.” He says.

You grinned happily against his lips. He then put his forehead against yours and gazed lovingly in your eyes.

“I’m gonna take a shower and then we can watch Halloween movies.” Steve says.

“I love you!” You practically squealed, pecking his lips softly.

“I love you too.” He says with a smile.

While Steve took a shower, you got some snacks and set up the living room for movie night. Steve didn’t miss the Halloween decorations you put on the sink counter in the bathroom. He thinks it’s really cute. He also likes it.

“I like the Halloween decorations you put in the bathroom.” Steve says, walking in the living room.

You smiled widely as he sat down next to you. He wrapped his arms around you as you snuggled yourself against his side. You grabbed a blanket and draped it over the two of you.

“What Halloween movie are we watching first?” Steve asks as you reached for the remote.

“Hocus Pocus.” You answered. “It’s my favorite Halloween movie.” You tell him.

“I haven’t seen it.” He says.

Your jaw practically dropped to the floor when he said that.

“How?!” You exclaimed. “It came out in 1993.” You tell him.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“You’re fucking old.” You jokingly mumbled, pressing play.

Steve turned his head to you, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Excuse me?” He says.

“I said you’re fucking old.” You said louder.

“First of all, language. Secondly, what did I say about the old jokes?” He says.

“Bucky thinks it’s cute.” Is all you said.

Steve playfully shook his head at you and chuckled.

“I’ll let it slide this time, but I won’t next time.” He says, playfully warning you.

“Ooh, I’m so scared.” You playfully said in a funny voice.

Steve pecked your lips softly before the two of you turned your attention to the TV.

“Let’s watch the movie.” He says with a smile.

-Bucky’s Doll

[lieutnt]

Omega Steven Grant x top male reader. Steven is in heat and comes from work very very need, and he literally begs his partner to creampie him

Steven barrels into your chest as soon as he’s through the door, rubbing himself against you as if he’s trying to push into the space next to your heart. You try to ask him what’s wrong but he’s reluctant to be pulled away, and it’s not until you smell the air, instantly picking up the scent of his slick that you realise. He looses a purr when your hand combs through his curls, “It snuck up on you huh?” you ask. Steven’s never been one for keeping good track of his heats, having to rush home when it hits him unexpectedly.

He nods against you, arms tightly wrapped around your body to keep you close. “I need you luv.” Moving up he burrows into the crook of your neck, already losing himself in trying to get as much of your scent on him as he can. 

After a whirlwind of clothes being pulled off you have Steven underneath you, naked and desperately trying to fuck himself back against you as you sink into his wet heat inch by inch, going slow despite his pleas for more. His body screams at him to breed and that’s what he does when your balls press against his ass; begs you to fill him up, to cum inside, keep him on your knot until something takes.

You fuck him through two orgasms before yours makes an appearance, your warning sending Steven into a frenzy as he rocks himself back against you, hole trying to suck you in deeper. Your cum flooding his insides has Steven groaning so loud you think the neighbours may hear, eyes rolling into the back of his head as the smell of an omega in heat has you cumming more than usual, some already leaking from his hole.

Before you can collapse on top of Steven you roll onto your side, hugging him to your chest as he purrs contentedly, your cock acting as a plug to keep your cum inside while the intensity of his heat wanes temporarily, body momentarily satiated as you protectively curl around him. 

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

heeeeyy i saw that u write for steven…?

if you wanna- could u write a flustered/ blushing steven with a forward/ teasing reader. could be that they work together at the museum and are a couple on the dl cuz if donna found out she would fire one of you. but the reader keeps teasing steven and making it really hard for him to focus on his costumers. could end in him losing his patience and dragging the reader to the bathroom orr a broom closet? or maybe the reader corners him??👀 idk you can obvs decide how far this could go (fluff/ lime/ lemon) whatevs- entirely up to you👹✨

thanks so muuuuuch ur a really great writer💗💗

hiii!! I absolutely love this!? and anything like this tbh🤭 and omg stop it, thank you sm!! <33 🥹 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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steven grant x fem!reader

wc || 655

warnings || a little suggestive, but no ‘vulgar’ words used, just making out

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You and Steven were in the early stages of your relationship, so things were still very new and exciting. As you worked together at the museum, you had to be wary and careful around one another. Donna had a strict 'no dating policy', so if she were to catch you together during a moment, one of you would be reprimanded or even fired.

Recently, you couldn't keep your hands off Steven. You found any possible opportunity to touch or stroke him. You'd always be sly when engaging in contact- a light brush on his arm as you walk by, lingering touches, eye contact from across the room, just anything you can do without being caught. 

Steven knew the game behind your constant teasing and flirting, and he was determined not to give in to your ways. He loves his job, as you do yours, so he had to carry the strength for both of you and resist the temptation, even though it was hard.

You were stocking shelves while Steven was on tills and attending to customers. You peek up at him, gazing at him over the stuffed hippos with a devilish glimmer in your eye. You place down the box of keyrings and pick up the new stock of pens and pencils before making your way to Steven. 

"Oh hey," you subtly smirk, pulling out a fistful of stationery. "Fancy seeing you here,"

"Yup," he nods, avoiding your gaze as he knows that he wouldn't be able to refuse your allure. "Gotta get back to my customers now," he says quietly, gesturing to the non-existent queue. 

"Oh really? It seems like you're avoiding me," you smile, furtively leaning over the counter to allow him a sneak peek down your top, inconspicuously showing him your cleavage. His eye line focuses on your breasts sitting perfectly in your bra, and you see his failed attempts to conceal a reaction.

"Yeah, nice try," Steven sighs, covering his crotch with his hands. "Good one,"

"Hm, seems like you're lying, Steven," you grin, resting your chin in your palm.

"Nope. I know your silly games,"

"Silly?"

"Mhm," he nods, making himself look busy as he flicks through items by the cash register. "I'm not a teenage boy anymore,"

"Okay, I'll drop it," you shrug, playing with a stray strand of hair. "What time do you get off?" you whisper, stroking his forearm, battering your lashes up at him.

"God," he exhales, visibly frustrated. "Come with me,"

You follow him towards the staff bathroom, leaving an unsuspicious gap as you walk after him. Steven checks the surroundings before yanking you into the stall, closing the door behind you, and immediately pushing you up against it. His lips brush over yours, and you instantly feel his pent-up frustrations melt away. 

His lips hungrily work over yours as his hands cup and guide you, holding your jaw to manoeuvre you in the way he wants, like he's desperately trying to regain control after all your teasing. A soft moan slips past your lips as he deepens the kiss, working over your mouth more urgently, pushing you back into the door behind. 

A harsh knock interrupts. "Stevie, what you doing in there?" Donna snaps, pounding on the door. "Taking forever— you have customers waiting,"

Steven pulls away, clearing his throat. "Yeah— yep, I know. Just a minute," he says with a slightly raised voice.

"What's taking so long? Having a poo or something?"

Your eyes instantly snap up to Steven's as you conceal a cackle, muffling your mouth with your palm.

"... yeah," he says reluctantly, an unamused expression on his face.

"Distugting, hurry up— and wash your hands,"

"Alright, yep— okay," he whispers, dropping his forehead into the crook of your neck. "That was so embarrassing,"

"For you, yeah— very," you snicker. 

"We'll finish this at mine," Steven smiles, adjusting himself. "... for payback." he merely brushes your lips before walking out.

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steven taglist: @thewinterv @bubblezuku @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @queerponcho @selfryed @ugh09876554444

[360iris]

current mental image is Steven at the edge of climaxing, halting his thrusts inside of you to pull back until just the thick, knobby tip of his length remains

one hand is clasped around the back of your thigh, holding your knee to your chest while the other is wrapped firmly into a fist at the base of himself

his brows knitted, lips pink and swollen as he pouts and gasps, and groans noisily

his hips forcefully pressing into the tight circle of his fingers and palm, tugging at his cock until he cums

coming down from his high is secondary to the way he slowly pulls out of you, his eyes locked on the way his cum still leaks lazily from the reddened head

the older man watching the way it begins the process of dribbling out of you, and he rubs himself in it

noncommittally coating himself, your entrance and lips in it before he pushes it back inside with his length. ignoring the slight sting of overstimulation and greedily drinking in your whimpers

[traveller-of-the-knight]

Ok, so!

You know all the "Doctor Strange Astoprojects the mk system and we cinematically see the three alters slipping out of the body.

But but but hear me out!

What about Dr. Strange trying to push one person out of his body and failing because it is actually a system and he needs more strength to push them away.

So Strange would hit their chest multiple times expecting something to happen but uh-uh nothing and poor Steven tries to get away from him.

Eventually he puts more effort and manages to do something, that is making Jake front by pushing Steven away from the front and suddenly gets slapped by him.

Jake gets into a fist fight with Strange while Strange tries to use his powers to teleport Jale away from him.

Eventually he manages to astroproject them for a second and he sees Jake and Marc splitting from the body holding hands until Steven pulls them back in.

They are together in this they won't let anyone separate them, Strange needs to try harder.

[eyelessfaces]

hugs from behind and gentle kisses on the shoulder >>> with jake🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

warnings for an injury and brief mentions of blood

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A sharp hiss leaves your mouth as the disinfectant comes in contact with your skin, the burning sensation making a shiver run down your spine. You hold back a grunt, pressing the gauze pad against your wound as it soaks in with your blood, the palm of your hand gripping the sink tight to try to repress the nagging pain.

You turn as you hear your boyfriend enter the bathroom, and you can tell it’s not Steven because he’s not panicked, it’s not Marc because he’s not disappointed it has happened again; it is the one that is used to it.

“Rough night huh” Jake sighs as he hands you the bandage roll.

“Mhm” you agree, throwing away the gauze damp from the disinfectant and your blood before taking the roll from Jake’s hands. 

“We could’ve avoided this, sorry” he apologizes, watching as you tighten the bandage around your arm. “I could have helped you if his motherfucking brother didn’t barge in from nowhere” he declares as his arms wrap around your waist, careful not to hurt you.

“It’s alright, it’s done now” you sigh, sending him a tired smile through the mirror. “We did a good job, far worse could have happened” you chuckle, finishing taking care of your wound.

“Mh,” he pinches his lips skeptically, propping his chin over your shoulder. “Getting hurt, I can handle it. Watching you get hurt, I know I failed somewhere” he mumbles before leaving a small kiss over your shoulder. Your eyes dart back to the reflection in the mirror, Jake’s deep brown eyes meeting your own as you look at the curls messily falling over his forehead when Marc had carefully taken care of slicking them back this morning. 

“It’s part of what we do. It’s not funny if we don’t get hurt a little” you smile, drawing a chuckle out of him.

“I guess.” he scoffs, planting gentle kisses over your shoulder while his hand rubs the other. “C’mon, we’ll relax now.”

[athenaderiva]

Sniffles

Steven Grant x GN!reader

You don’t know how it happened, but you got sick. Steven refuses to leave your side once he realises.

words: 500ish

fluff. cuteness. adorable boyfriend behaviours.

You cough. Again.

You haven’t managed to get any sleep, unable to sleep through the pain in your head and the intermittent sneezes and coughing. Your phone buzzes for the umpteenth time since you cancelled your date with Steven, with a small apology and telling you had a cold and didn’t want to get him sick. You still ignore it, wanting to stay safe in the darkness of your room.

What does get your attention is your front door creaking open. You groan as you sit up, wrapping your blankets around you.

“Hello?” You croak out, coughing again from the effort of speaking.

“It’s just me, love.” Steven’s voice immediately soothes your worry and you relax your shoulders, padding through your flat to see him in the kitchen. “I was worried about you, so I thought I’d come make you some soup and then I could keep an eye on you as well, yeah, so let’s get you settled down on the couch and I’ll bring you a cup of tea-”

“Steven.” You interrupt as he gently led you to your couch, sitting you down. “I don’t want to get you sick, and I’m a mess right now.” You whisper as his arms lingered around you.

“You look perfect, love. Let me take care of you.” He leaves no room for argument and you sigh, sinking down on to the couch. “There we go, that’s it.” He murmur, wrapping your blankets tighter around you. He presses his lips to your forehead, your skin hot against him. He scurries into your kitchen and makes you a cup of tea, bringing it to you with a small smile. “There you go, darling. Nice warm cup of tea to help soothe that poor throat of yours. I even put honey in it for you.” You smile at him weakly, reaching for the cup with shaky fingers.

“Thank you, Steven.” You mumble. He eases into the spot next to you, wrapping an arm around you and picking up the TV remote. He automatically puts your favourite show on, before pulling you fully into his arms. “I don’t wanna get you sick.” You protest weakly but he shakes his head.

“I’ll be fine, love.” He whispers against your hair, refusing to let go of you. You sigh, giving in and nesting against his chest, still gripping your mug of tea.

You occasionally sip from it, and Steven is right, it was soothing your throat. You don’t want to admit it. He knows, though. He always does. He gently unwraps from you and you whine, missing him immediately.

“Oh love, it’s okay, I’m just going to make you that soup I promised, yeah? Just watch the show.” Steven murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek before going to the kitchen. You sigh, wrapping yourself tighter in your blankets.

Steven comes back through with the soup half an hour later, and it pains him to see the way you’re curled up on yourself. He places the soup down on the table in front of you before wrapping himself around you again. You hum, letting him take the cup from your hands so you can cling to him.

“Thank you,” you whisper. He smiles against your hair.

“Anytime, love. I love you.” He doesn’t have to say it. You know.

[steven-grants-world]

I love this concept 😈

stalker!steven grant inserting himself into your life.

He stalks you for a few months to learn your schedule and daily habits. He knows everything you like and dislike, friends and family, where you were born, where you live, what you do for a living. Let’s just say he would use all the resources available to him.

The day he finally ‘runs into you’ is planned in great details. He has a whiteboard in his apartment where he has your daily routine written down. He planned it so that he would meet you at the perfect moment.

“Sorry about that, I didn’t see you there,” he said with a chuckle.

You readjusted your bag and turned to face the stranger who bumped into you which caused you to spill your morning tea on the ground.

“No worries, it’s okay,” you reassured him and smiled, despite feeling sad that you wouldn’t have your daily dose of tea.

“How about I buy you another?” he said with a kind smile.

Before you could protest, he walked towards the café you usually bought your tea from. Leaving you with no choice but to follow him.

This would be the start of your friendship with Steven. He’d become part of your everyday life. Which gave him even more access to you.