#steven is a soft bottom

[ruegoreos]

some of my personal intimacy headcannons for my beloved moonboys <33

TW: mentions of sex, pet names, use of the word slut, fluff (let me know if i missed any <3)

Notes: these are just personal headcannons i have of the boys, personal opinions.

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despite marc being pretty reserved and dominant by nature, he likes to be held while sleeping or cuddling. He prefers being face to face with his arms around your back and his face buried in your chest. Or lying on top of you. That was always good too. His face resting in your neck, his body splayed out above yours, your fingertips along his back. He'd be asleep in three seconds.

marc enjoys a good fuck just as much as the next person. He loves to pin you down and take what he wants, making you scream his name until the neighbors know it. But he prefers soft sex, actually. He'd rather take you in a slow missionary filled with gentle kisses and soft, praising whispers. He'd call you "baby", " good girl/boy", "sweetheart."

aftercare was always marcs job. He'd bring you a warm, damp towel to clean you up, tea for your throat, and he'd put on your favorite movie while massaging the sore parts of your body. And if you wanted some alone time after, that was okay too.

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steven, steven, steven. Sweet angel baby steven. He cuddled you every chance he got. In bed, on the sofa, on the train, anywhere. He'd wrap his arms around you, hold you close, and melt into your body. His face would disappear in your neck, and he'd be out like a light.

sex with steven was always gentle and slow. Unless he asked for otherwise. Steven liked you above him, liked you to take control and dominate him. He appreciated and welcomed praise, going absolutely bonkers for a "good boy" or "atta boy". Other times, however, when Steven is feeling extra horny, he'd beg and plead you to peg him. The feeling of being filled completely, the delicious stretch of your dildo, made him crave you even more.

Aftersex was a two way street with Steven. Of course, he'd shower you with gentle attention, making sure you were okay, possibly making you tea or bringing you whatever snacks you wanted. But he also enjoyed getting taken care of too.

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Jake was a spooner. He refused any other type of cuddles. If you weren't in his arms, your back up against his chest, he'd throw a fit. He slept like a ton of bricks too, his body motionless and heavy. His arms would latch around your torso, his legs intertwined with yours, his face buried in the nape of your neck. And he wouldn't let you go until he was awake.

oh boy. Jake liked it rough. He always did. Slow missionary? No. Your legs would be over his shoulders, one of his hands pinning both of yours above your head as he pounded into you. Soft cowgirl? No. Jake would hold onto your hip, slamming you down onto him like there was no tomorrow. But his favorite, oh his favorite was doggy style. Nothing turned him on more than seeing you on your hands and knees for him, your pretty little hole begging to be filled. He'd call you "amor", "cielo", "my slut", "dirty girl/boy".

aftercare? Aftercare was sleep. Jake would turn on some soft Spanish music, turn off the lights, pull you close in the afterglow, and sleep. He'd sing you to sleep sometimes, his voice a smooth yet raspy melody as he whispered in Spanish. And once he woke up from his nap, he'd take you all over again.

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[xynoford]

Glad you getting back into writing and remember to take care of yourself. But this idea popped into my head which was imagine ftm sub Steven grant who came back from Mr knight business with his suit still on. Reader then gets the idea to fuck him with his batons till he physically can't cum no more.-🥭

Thank youu <3 and goddamn the asks that you send😍😍

Also this is more aftercare than sex. I was in a soft mood today so I just prolonged the aftercare part. Aftercare is important❤️

Also x2 I didn’t check for any spelling mistakes so sorry in advance if there is any in this one.

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You were laying on your boyfriends bed, waiting for him to come home. You had already cooked dinner and didn’t have anything else to do except waiting for him. He was already late and you were starting to worry about him. Just as you picked up your phone from the floor to clear off your mind, you heard a click from the front door. You got out of your bed to welcome him into the house with a loving hug and a kiss like you always did. He was taking off his shoes when you reached the door but something was different. “Oh..” you said realizing he didn’t take his suit off this time. As soon as his shoes were off he went for his usual hug and kiss from you. “Welcome home baby!” you said with a wider smile than usual. The ideas were starting to crawl their way into your brain. He let out a pleased moan into your neck, which only made the things worse for you. “You left your suit on?” you asked. “Mhm I thought you’d like it… Did you?” he answered with another question. “Oh yea I loved it..” you answered with a darker tone to your voice as you gripped his hips tightly. “I bet you’re so tired.. Let me take you to our bed so you can rest~”

“o-OhhH! Ff-uck baby— It’s too mmucchh!” he whined as you rubbed his clit in an unbelievable speed. His thighs were trembling in your hold and he moaned your name. “I-I’m gunna cu-UM!” he yelled as his cum leaked out of him. When he was finished you got up from the bed and opened the first drawer to get a fresh bottle of lube. He was watched you with curious eyes as you walked up to the side table to the couch and grabbed one of his batons before getting on the bed again. You popped open the cap of the lube and put a generous amount on your palm before smearing it all over the top of the baton. His eyes widened as he realized what you were about to do. “D-Darling wait-! It won’t fit! Ple-“ he was cut off as you lined the baton up to his pussy and pushed the tip in. Tears started running down his cheeks when you got it halfway in. You were at least 8 inches in at this point and he was sobbing. You knew you couldn’t get it all in so you decided on an above average length to fuck him with. “Shh shh darling… I know it hurts but it’s gonna feel amazing in a few minutes… Just hang in there for me ‘kay?” he nodded as you started whispering praises in his ear, pushing up the baton more and more in him. When you finally got it all in you waited for him to get used to the length in him. As you were waiting you made sure to kiss his tears away and mutter praises in his neck, making him melt in your arms. When he gave you the cue to move you started slowly pumping it in him. Oh you loved the little gasps and whimpers it got out of him. You slowly got faster and faster making his whimpers and moans louder. Your free hand slowly crawled its way onto one of his pecs. You quickly started to pinch and rub his nipple, making him grind onto the baton. “o-OH FuCKK~! I’m gunna c-cum—“ he whined as his thighs started quivering. You enjoyed seeing him like this. Your kiss on his neck was what drove him over the edge. He came with a loud moan of your name, his hands gripping on the bedsheets as his eyes shut tightly. You helped him ride his high as he continued grinding on the baton. When it was over he waited for you to stop but you didn’t. He was now looking at your eyes with his widened ones. “Oh baby.. Did you think that I was going to be satisfied with just one?” you asked smirking at him.

You gripped his tear stained cheek and kissed it lightly. “One more baby. Only one more… Shhh.. I know you can do it baby” you said with a reassuring smile on your face. He was sobbing now, eyes puffy from crying so much. He was hugging your waist as he laid down, face buried in your chest. He couldn’t even get out coherent words as his brain turned into mush. He screamed out your name as he came on the baton one last time before completely collapsing on your thighs. You waited for him to calm down before pulling the baton out of him slowly and laid it on the nightstand. He looked at you with half lidded eyes as you gently lifted him up. There was only signs of pure adoration in your eyes as you looked at him. You laid Steven down on the bed before getting up to run a bath for both of you. Your plans were interrupted when Steven grabbed onto your arm, catching your attention. “Don’t go..” he whispered to you. You leaned down to kiss him on the lips before saying “I’m gonna be back to get you baby I’ll just run a warm bath. Wait a bit for me ‘kay?” He just nodded lazily at your words as you left the room.

You came back a few minutes later with a glass of cool water and a cookie you made hours ago. You sat him up on the bed before kneeling down and giving him a long sip from the glass. You knew he could drink it himself but you decided to support it from the bottom just to be safe. When he finished half of the glass he pulled away and you put the glass on the floor. You got the cookie and he took a few bites out of it before putting the remaining part down on the plate. You wiped his mouth and picked him up carefully. When your reached the bathtub you first checked the water to make sure it was not too hot nor too cold. You then got out of your remaining clothes anf gently put your lover into the tub before going in behind him. You were lucky your tub was quite big -enough to fit two or maby three people in-. You hugged him from behind and he laid his head on your shoulder. “Thank you..” he muttered. “I should be the one saying that baby.. You were so good for me.” you said hugging him tighter. You sighed. “I’m the luckiest man ever to have you as my boyfriend baby..” you landed a peck on his cheek. His face was a shade of red that you loved on him as he looked away, avoiding your eyes. “I love you darling” you muttered into his neck. “I love you too..” he whispered back to you.

[hainethehero]

Steve x Bucky x Clint drabble...

"Why are you breakin' my heart?" Steve whimpers, tears in his ocean blue eyes.

Bucky shakes his head, running fingers through his hair impatiently. "Don't cry, doll. Please don't cry."

Steve swipes at his runny nose hastily, "No! Tell me what I did! Tell me what I did wrong!"

"Steve-"

"I did everything I could to get you back!" Steve wails, "I just got you back-"

"Darlin'-"

The blonde grabs a hold of Bucky's metal wrist and squeezes. "Just tell me what to do, Bucky. Tell me and I'll do it, please- please don't leave me, please-"

Bucky exhales heavily, his eyes stinging. "St- baby, you don't understand. I have to go-"

"Then take me with you," Steve interrupts, eyes wide and so full of hope, it breaks Bucky's own heart.

"Only one of us can go back, sweetheart," he explains gently, as if Steve didn't understand.

"You don't! You don't have to go, Bucky, please!"

Bucky makes a disapproving sound again. It's sickening to Steve's ears.

Steve hears himself crying- bawling, really- and it doesn't even sound like him. He's never heard himself so distraught and broken before. It's like the wailing cry of a dying animal. His throat burns from sobbing, his eyes are sore and blurry. Snot and tears run down his face.

Can Bucky not see just how sad he's making him?

Did Bucky even know that Steve's heart felt like it was beating out of his chest? Like it'd jump out at any second and leave him cold and dead in the wake of Bucky's absence?

"Stevie..."

"Jamie please, please please please please..."

"Please-!"

*

"Steve? Sweetheart, wake up, you're having a nightmare."

Steve's eyes pop open and he's suddenly back in Avengers Tower. His eyes are wet, tear tracks drying down his cheeks. His chest is heaving as if he'd just run a marathon. And his body feels paralyzed in abject fear.

A gentle hand strokes his face and caresses his jaw, petting him softly.

"It's okay," Bucky whispers, "only a dream, darlin."

Steve, still traumatized from his nightmare pushes Bucky away with a petulant growl. He curls up against the headboard, arms wrapped around his bent knees.

Clint, who's sleeping on the other side of Steve, startles awake from the sudden movement, eyes on high alert.

"Whas'at?"

Bucky stops for a few, totally confused at Steve pushing him away. He turns and flicks on the bedside lamp, setting the room in an incandescent glow. Clint winces and turns to put on his hearing aids.

"Steve?"

The blonde is still curled up in a tight ball, trembling from some imaginary cold. Bucky can hear the stifled hiccups and sniffles, a soft whining in the back of his throat. He crawls closer but doesn't touch Steve for fear he'd push away from him again.

"Baby boy, talk to me. What's gotten you so upset?"

Steve shakes his head stubbornly. Then he mutters, "You left me..."

Bucky frowns and shares a confused look with Clint who still looks delirious from being woken up so abruptly. "I'm- I'm right here sweetheart."

"Yeah baby," the archer grunts, voice rough from sleep, "Bucky ain't going nowhere."

Steve shakes his head harder and finally looks at them with a teary glare. His blue eyes are steely and electric as he points an accusatory finger at Bucky.

"Daddy left... said he didn't wanna stay... went back to-" a sob escapes from Steve's mouth and he buries his face in his palms again, whining like a kicked puppy.

"Went back to what baby?"

"Brooklyn... when I was smaller..." Steve mumbles through loud sniffles.

Clint cuts Bucky with a disappointed look as if Bucky could control what Steve dreamed about. Then he leans against the headboard with Steve and wraps the blonde in his arms. Bucky tries not to feel the sting of rejection when Steve willingly accepts Clint's touch.

"Oh come here, sweetpea," he murmurs, giving Steve's temple a smacking kiss that makes him squeak in slight amusement.

Bucky can't help but feel a little bitter at the dream version of himself in Steve's head. Why'd he have to go and ruin things, dammit?

"You know Bucky loves you, right?" Clint asks their boy.

Steve goes suspiciously quiet before nodding twice, face still buried in Clint's bare chest.

"And you know he'd never leave you, right?"

"But-" Steve starts, the feisty little fucker, but Clint gently admonishes his outburst.

"Ah ah, Daddy's talkin'."

Steve bites his lip, eyes big and cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

Clint continues, "It was a nightmare, darlin. Scary? Sure. But real? Nah, Bucky's right here with you and me. Look at em."

Steve slowly pulls himself off of Clint's chest to look at Bucky, who's still looking a bit wary but more concerned than anything. He offers Steve a soft, encouraging smile and stretches out his metal hand on the bed. Steve's immediately drawn to the movement, blinking at the metal appendages thoughtfully. Then his brows furrow and his lips quiver- a telltale sign that he's about to burst into tears again.

Bucky almost pulls away but in an instant, he's got a lap full of a sobbing super soldier whose arms and legs wrap tightly around his body like a clingy spider.

"Thought you wanted to leave me for- ...for when I was tiny," he sniffs sadly.

Bucky absolutely melts and squeezes Steve tighter. "Oh baby doll, you're the same punk I loved all those years ago. Wouldn't make sense going back to the past when I've got you right here."

Steve mumbles something in response but it's all garbled and doesn't make sense. Clint chuckles and fondly pets Steve's downy blonde hair.

"Never gonna happen, sweetness. You're stuck with your Daddies forever."

Steve mutters out a quick, "'kay," and nods his head a couple times as if trying to reassure himself. Then he pouts and says, "Love you," in a small voice, pecking Bucky's lips shyly.

"Aw, you're so sweet, baby doll," Bucky praises, which makes Steve blush like crazy. He ducks his head and grumbles into Bucky's chest, sniffing.

Clint grins, then rolls his eyes. "Alright baby boy, let's get you tucked in to bed."

Bucky arranges Steve off his lap and back in his former sleeping space between himself and Clint. The blonde, clad only in soft lacy underwear and fuzzy blue socks snuggles back into Clint's waiting arms, while Bucky presses their chests together. He wraps his arms around Bucky's middle, while Bucky gently guides Steve's head to rest on his ample bicep. Steve's nose brushes the man's stubble, inhaling his woodsy scent and sighing in absolute comfort of being sandwiched by his Daddies.

"Good night baby," Bucky whispers into his hair, while Clint slips a warm hand past the delicate waistband of Steve's lacy underwear. He carefully avoids Steve's little prick and just rubs his belly in slow, comforting motions.

Steve doesn't have any more nightmares that night.

[little-worm-grant]

Spicy Jake: Aftercare

Jake Lockley x You (Fem!Reader) 1,532 words / 18+ only, no minors Masterlist. If you like what you see, leave a like or reblog and follow me ♥ Summary: What if Jake took care of you after Marc had his way with you? Focusing on the aftercare, you find there's a gentler side to his rougher counterpart. Notes: Don't ask me what this is. You'll never take me alive. Warnings: Aftercare, post-rough sex, overstimulation, bondage/restraints, bruises and marks, creampie, established relationship, all the pet names, affection, comfort, fluff.

Jake was yanked all too violently to the front, taking a second to try and fight for some air back into his lungs. Eyes wildly scanning his surroundings. Expecting to be amidst some kind of fight, he discovered it was something else entirely. That last orgasm had sent Marc to the clouds and drawn Jake into the fray. Hadn’t been the intention of either of them, but Jake accepted it was what it was.

Couldn’t really complain when you were beneath him, your knees propped up with your back to him. Your face shoved into the sheets and your hands tied behind your back. His hand had been gripped around your waist and holding onto the ties of your restraints.

His cock spent but still buried deep inside of you. Any movement was sending your oversensitive cunt into a new spiral. Watching the mess spread out around where you both connected. It was spilling all down you both. He’d deducted you’d been at it while.

“Oh chica…”

His words came out in a soft drawl. Hips readjusting to watch you whine for him as he kept his movements slow but continued to thrust as deep as he could take it. His eyes trailed over the red marks and forming bruises the other brute left behind. Jake knew exactly which one of him had done this.

Always Marc who got his rocks off from controlling and using you to take out his frustrations. Steven was too desperate to please you. As for Jake? Well. Jake just wanted to treat you better than anyone else ever could. Most importantly, he wanted nothing more than to dote on you.

At the sound of his voice, you look over your shoulder up to him. If he thought your behind and ass looked bad, your face wasn’t looking much better. Red angry fingerprints scattered where he’d forced your jaw open and held it in place. Smeared lipstick and puffy red lips. The evidence of why your lipstick was like that remained at the base of his dick.

Mascara had streaked down your cheeks. Rosy from being slapped a few times. A dazed content smile spread across them. Jake couldn’t think of anything more beautiful than the sight of you like this. You looked happy, satisfied and ready for a little tenderness. He could do that.

Taking care of others wasn’t new for Jake. On those darkest of nights when Marc had gone looking for answers in the bottom of a bottle, it was always Jake taking over in the end. He stumbled to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Downing as much water from the sink as he could keep down.

Somehow he’d navigate the spinning fun house while hauling their asses back to bed. All so Steven could suffer the consequences more comfortably the following morning. Jake couldn’t always be there to take away the pain. Sucks to suck, Grant. He’d probably feel this in the morning too.

Jake reached for the knots around your wrists. Undoing the restraints. Pulling himself out from inside you. Hearing your softer groan turning into a whine and huffing in amusement.

“Mi amor. Went overboard did we? A little too oversensitive now, si?”

“Shut yourself up.”

You try to bite back. Sounded more exhausted than threatening. You sounded proud of yourself too. As you should. Jake wasn’t looking much better himself. Hair was all tussled and out of place. Sweat dripped down his chest.

“Ah, and so she still knows how to hiss.” Jake said to himself and laughed.

Gently he nudged your hips to bring you to lay down on your side. Shifting to lay down beside you. His face looking back at yours. You were too content to feel embarrassed that he got to see you in this state. Jake didn’t seem to mind at all. He reached up to stroke your face. Licking his thumb lazily to wipe some of the smears away.

“You’re going to have to be a lot fiercer than that to get me to shush, mi pequeña leona.”

“Mi pequeña leona.” You test the words on your mouth. “My little what?”

Much too tired to be doing anything about him. You always liked the way he looked so proud when you practiced more of your Spanish for him.

“My little lioness.”

He leaned in to press a kiss against your head. His hand reached down to stroke over your ribs and down along the side of your body. You shiver and try not to move much.

“Lioness? Why? Because I bite first?”

“Si.” Jake smiled a little more. You loved seeing the way the corners of his eyes creased. How relaxed and content he looked. Took a long time to bring his guard down.

He leaned up on his arm and looked around. Dropping his head back into the pillow beside you with a dissatisfied sigh. You gave him an expectant look. You knew what he was about to say, and so you waited for him to say it anyway.

“He never brings you a towel before he fucks you, does he?”

And there it was. Same old, same old. You smile knowingly. Would have laughed better if you had more energy to. It comes out quiet and distant.

“Would you get me some water too?”

“For you? Anything.”

He started to get up, but dipped back down quickly to kiss against your temple. Muttering the words close to your head.

“Should I run you a bath too?”

“No, it’s okay. Think I should sleep it off.”

“Sure thing, chica. Back soon. Don’t go anywhere.”

As if you could. You hummed your amusement as Jake disappeared off past the bookcase and beyond. You moved to roll onto your back and winced. The uncomfortable tingling sting along your rear had you rolling back onto your side again.

You took solace in knowing Marc would be just as hurt to find out he’d not been there to take care of you after. As rough as he could get, he always did love relishing in the after care. Stroking your body, making you a meal, or massaging you where you needed it.

You smile when you see him coming back through the doorway. Carrying a glass of iced water with a silicone straw. There was a damp towel folded and draped over his bare shoulder. Carrying himself differently. You could tell by the way he sauntered to your side it was still Jake.

His knee came up on the bed and leaning over you, he helped you to lift your head up enough to drink. A firm hand held you until you nodded a signal you were finished drinking. The cold of it was refreshing and needed after how long you’d gone without. He brought the glass to his own lips to drink the rest, narrowly avoiding the straw in his eye. You hear a crunch of ice between teeth. He chewed while placing the glass on the bedside table behind you. Moving in to curl up behind you. Light kisses along your shoulder.

“Gonna clean you up and get you under the sheets. Tell me if I’m too rough.”

“Please, I’m not fragile.”

“If you say so.”

Jake reached for the damp towel and tugged it off his shoulder. Bringing it down in a slow rub down over your ass. You breathe in sharp and tensed up to the wet cloth. It’d been ran under warm water but left cold in its wake.

“Okay okay. Gentle. Please.” You breathe.

“Si señora.” Jake mutters. Dipping in for another kiss against your shoulder.

He cleaned you up. Manipulating your leg to hold it up while he wiped down between your sticky folds. You making a noise for him, but Jake knew better than to play into your mood of wanting more. You needed to rest. He was tired too.

Soon enough he was moving again, getting the sheets from under to help bring them over the both of you. You helped, kind of. Rolling over to face him in the move.

“My turn.” You say.

“Not tonight. You need to-”

“No not that. Roll over.”

“Que?”

“I want to cuddle you for a change. Roll over.”

Jake gave you a hard stare, you half-expected him to refuse or talk his way out of it. Instead, his features relaxed and he leaned in to chase your lips for one last kiss before turning his back to you.

Your leg hitches up to wrap around his waist. Arm under his neck. Chest against his back. You kiss into his hair. Feeling Jake’s hand wrap around your wrist for his thumb to stroke.

“Mi pequeña mochila propulsora.” He snickered and you hummed in confused amusement.

“What am I this time?”

“My little jet pack.”

You were both breaking into laughter. Jake turned to catch another kiss of yours. A little messy but he seemed to need the contact, so you lifted your head to meet him. You cuddled up into him and before long, sleep soothed any aches that remained. Jake didn’t move. Lay there for the longest time listening to you breathe before sleep caught up with him too.

[ivystoryweaver]

Swimsuit Shopping

Summary: You're absolutely dreading swimsuit shopping for your upcoming trip. The Moon boys bravely weigh in.

Pairing: Steven, Jake, Marc x reader with boobs

Word count: 1k

Content: fluff, romance, body insecurities, slightly suggestive, sweet & adoring moon boys

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Steven notices you casually shopping on your phone. He keeps peeking over your shoulder, humming nonchalantly at each and every suit that looks like a low plunging bra.

“See something you like, babe?” You nudge him playfully before handing him the phone. “Should I just let you go crazy?”

Bright eyes go wide, hair flopping as he shakes his head rapidly. “No. No, you should get something that makes you feel confident and comfortable.”

“A diplomatic response, Mr. Grant,” you tease. “I’m not sure how comfortable this…push-up bra would be.”

“Em, well…which ones do you like?”

Your shoulders sag as you shake your head in defeat. “I don’t know, I hate shopping for swim suits. But our big trip is coming up and…” Your eyes dip in shame.

Steven lifts your chin with a soft caress. “What is it, love?”

Fidgeting uncomfortably, you slowly admit, “My old one is too small.”

Smiling sympathetically, Steven uses his hold on your chin to guide your mouth to his for a tender kiss. “We’ve been together a long time, darling,” he lovingly whispers, rubbing his nose against yours affectionately. “Surely you’ve noticed I’ve gone a bit soft around the middle?”

“What?” You giggle, poking his soft but not-at-all-big tummy. “You’re crazy. You’re…so perfect, Steven. I just want a swim suit that doesn’t make me feel awful when I put it on.”

Kissing you again, he holds up your phone. “Well, let’s find one.”

Laying your head on his shoulder, the two of you select several possibilities and every single one Steven likes is extremely revealing in the bust area.

“Steven, you just want to see my boobs - like as much as possible. I might as well be naked,” You laugh out.

“Well…if it’s comfortable…” his dark eyebrows shoot up suggestively. “Could be a win-win.”

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The next day, Jake finds you leaning over the kitchen counter, still scrolling endlessly through swimsuit possibilities. Steven helped you find some cute suits, but you want to make sure you have enough coverage while not boring Marc, Steven and Jake to tears.

Easing up behind you in his typical panther prowling way, Jake breathes against your ear, making you shiver. “Whatcha doing, hermosa?” Gripping your hips, he presses his body into yours at every possible point of contact.

“Swimsuit shopping,” you languidly sigh, scrolling through the twelve suits you and Steven added to your shopping cart before starting your search all over again.

“Mmm, you should get one of those thong bottoms,” Jake casually opines, running his palm over the swell of your ass before giving you a squeeze.

“You’re hilarious,” you deadpan. “I can just see Jake Lockley on the beach - hat, jacket, gloves and boots, kicking the ass of anyone who stares at mine.”

A low chuckle rumbles against your neck. “Fair point, mi amor. Maybe like…” he scrolls down a couple of suits to a cheeky bottom - revealing but not scandalous, “Like that one. You know, enough for me to see all this - “ he swats your ass playfully, “But not enough for an ass-kicking.”

“Nice,” you chortle, shrugging him off, but only so you can whirl around and see his face. “I thought the idea was for me to feel confident and comfortable. Steven’s words.”

“Boringggg,” Jake mocks, even while chasing after your lips with his own. Kissing you temptingly, he pulls you close. “I thought swimsuits were for swimming…and letting me stare at your ass all day.” He cocks his head playfully. “Is that not right?”

“For sure, yeah,” you giggle as he nibbles at your lips, his naughty hands winding their way around to your backside once more. “I just want it to cover a little bit more of my middle than a total string bikini, you know?”

Realizing you’re serious, Jake nods, reaching to grab your phone from the counter. “Show me what you like, hermosa. My treat.”

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Marc has expressed absolutely zero interest in peeking at your phone, even when you tried temping him by asking questions about your boobs or your ass.

Between Steven and Jake, you’ve narrowed it down to about five suits, but you would like Marc’s opinion. The trip was actually his idea. He is rather well traveled, after all.

“Babe, you’ll look amazing in whatever you pick - it’s for you,” he shrugs, realizing, as the words come out of his mouth that he should probably show a bit of interest. Glancing at your phone, he shakes his head. “I don’t know. They all look good. I can’t tell on a phone screen.”

Which is how you end up in the fitting room with a rack full of bathing suit pieces and Marc licking his lips as you try them on. Normally clothes shopping would be a form of torture, but damn…

“Let me feel, baby,” he murmurs, as you slip into a mid-rise, flattering bottom that shows just enough cheek to hopefully please both you and Jake, with a coordinating top that definitely shows your cleavage.

And this is what Marc keeps doing. As soon as you get dressed, he wants to touch. Locking eyes with you, he traces the shape of you - the body he knows so well and has adored so ardently, for year after year.

“This one feels good.” His eyes darken and his voice sounds a little choked. He clears his throat. “You feel comfortable in it?”

You pause, staring deeply into his eyes.

“Because you know that’s all that really matters. The rest is bullshit. You know that, right?”

You know. But you love him for saying it.

“Yeah. I know.” Turning this way and that, you eye yourself in the mirror, pleased with the cut. The top extends down a little and the bottom is just high rise enough to give you that bam of confidence about the figure you criticize far too often.

Hand on your hip, you strike a pose, smiling at yourself in the mirror -and Marc thinks he’s never seen anything more beautiful.

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Please write a story where Marc and Jake tease Steven for being soft in bed so he becomes this dominant rough guy who overstims the reader IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY I JUST DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE IT DOWN

a/n: idk how to write it down either, but i'll give it a shot! btw, marc and jake would never talk to steven like this, but just for the sake of the story they're assholes :( also sorry this is a YEAR late 0-0

cw: smut (18+), voyeurism (3x), f!masturbation, mean/ooc!marc + jake, rough sex, overstimulation, oral (f!recieving), multiple orgasms!, slightly possessive lovemaking, slight breeding kink (creampie), sad-ish/insecurity, feelings, dom-ish!steven, fluff -- (idk why it got so soft so fast im sorry), L-bombs, commentary from the other moon boys~

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he watches from the doorway as you whine and mewl on the bed, desperately attempting to get yourself off.

your whole body glistens with heat as you squirm under the dull lighting of the room-- clearly, you've been at this for a while.

you are dressed in a familiar white undershirt that is definitely from the boys' closet, but your bottom half is bare and spread out, dripping onto the comforter as your fingers work their magic.

a perfect eye-full for your 3-in-1 boyfriend.

"this is why you're not allowed to have her on the weekends." marc taunts from a nearby mirror, though his eyes are locked on your writhing body. steven clenches his jaw as the grating voice in his head pulls him away from the alluring scene in front of him.

god knows why he decided to put up so many mirrors in the flat. it's like he's trying to drive himself crazy.

your eyes are squeezed shut as your finger delicately circles against your clit, spreading your slick all over your pulsing cunt until wet sounds begin to fill the air. you suck on your bottom lip as you frantically tease the sensitive bud, your legs tense from the build-up, and your back arches off the mattress.

"she needs a real man to take care of her after a long week of work."

that irks steven.

you've never talked about being unsatisfied by his slower pace -- by his need to savor each look, sound, and touch that you give him.

of course, jake needs to chime in as well, "look at our girl, stevie, she's so needy. let me have the body. i'll give her what she needs."

steven tries to block them out, but it's hard when their voices are coming straight from his own mind.

when he thinks back on your time together, everything is perfect. at least to him, it is.

he loves hearing your soft breathy moans, tasting the sweetness of your pussy dripping from his kitten licks, and feeling those delicate kisses that you share as you ride him gently. you fall apart in his arms, hold him close, and exchange whispered 'i love you's.

sure, he's always been the softer side of the three -- kissing over jake's bites or gently caressing marc's bruises -- but he thought you liked that. he thought that was enough.

but now you're getting yourself off without even seeking him out first.

you're close, so fucking close, panting out stuttered breathes, thighs clenching together, and body shaking, but --

"fuck!"

it's not enough.

your heart beats rapidly against your chest as you start to come down from that unreachable peak you've been chasing all day. as your foggy mind finally clears up, you sense someone at the door.

"s-steven!" you're surprised to see him, especially just standing there, watching you fail to pleasure yourself.

his work shifts have been running later and later since marc's last mission (donna is forcing him to work unpaid overtime instead of firing him) so you weren't expecting him until dinner time.

the shifts have been brutal for him.

these days, he just eats sleep for dinner, too tired to do more than just collapse on the couch and cuddle you. you've tried to convince him to just quit, that jake's cab escapades and marc's more 'eccentric' job opportunities can pay for everything, but he really loves the job, despite the weirdly toxic work environment.

"darling."

it's a flat greeting, a tone you've never heard from his lips, especially not when he's fronting. he doesn't seem happy to see you. actually, he looks quite upset.

you cover yourself up with a blanket, suddenly uncomfortable with your partial nudity when he's unhappy like this.

"why are you back so early?" the usual glimmer in his eyes is snuffed out, instead replaced with an eerie darkness. "what's--are you okay, honey?"

"take it off."

"w-what?" you know he's referring to the blanket, but the way he demanded it --

"off."

you hesitantly move the blanket, revealing the evidence of your unfulfilled desperation. you shyly look up at him, embarrassed and terribly turned on that he's making you do this.

you can't help but press your thighs together, already feeling another spark of heat simply from seeing your darling boyfriend with his head of messy curls.

"keep them open."

you obey his command and spread your legs, leaning back to give him a good view. his eyes meet your center, the frustration you couldn't get rid of. you immediately see need blooming in his body, particularly under his slacks.

soft-spoken steven has never been as forthcoming as his counterparts, but he doesn't need to be, his body does all the talking for him.

you're watching each other as he slowly approaches you, tension thick in the air. he's so desperate to give you exactly what you need and deserve.

steven's mind runs through all the times he had stuck around while marc and jake fucked you.

the first time it happened, he didn't mean to watch through marc's eyes, but once he saw how easily you submitted for him, how utterly ruined you are once marc is done with you, he couldn't help but pop in once in a while.

steven nearly flushes in shame from the memory. he's so perverted...

marc is possessive, steven learned. he likes to know that you're his. he marks you up with his hands and mouth so you'll never forget who you belong to, then he makes you scream his name as you reach your high as he fucks his cum into you.

of course, you're happy to give him whatever he demands, laying right where he wants you and taking anything he'd give you.

jake's methods are different: he makes you cry.

it's the overstimulation that gets him off the best. the sight of your body shaking and writhing to get away from his insatiable touch gets him hard, makes him growl against your tacky skin. he gets off to getting you off, and you love it.

so maybe a mixture of both is what you need.

he can do that.

"i need you to do something for me." he curses inwardly at how soft his voice is when he talks to you. it's a reflex. he's supposed to be confident and rough.

"anything." you breathe out.

"turn around for me, love." he's standing right by the bed, leaning over you. "on all fours."

the surface of your body ripples with goosebumps as you position yourself on the bed for him. he hasn't even touched you and you're already humming with pleasure.

you hear him sigh behind you before he shuffles closer and delicately caresses your bare hips and bottom with warm hands. you feel yourself melt against the mattress as you drop from holding yourself up by your hands to leaning on your forearms. he always makes you feel soft and cozy, even with the simple contact of his hand against your body.

steven watches you arch your back as you get comfortable, hungrily taking in the way you unconsciously push your ass toward him. you're effortlessly sexy to him. you could simply put your hair up into a ponytail and he'd be rock-hard in his slacks from seeing your bare neck. so this...is distracting him.

"so..." marc's voice pulls him out of his thoughts, "you gonna do anything or just stare at her all night?"

"I'm working on it!" steven grits out (in his mind).

"alright, show me how it's done then, loverboy."

you gasp quietly as steven suddenly forces your legs to spread wider for him. you would have lost your balance if it weren't for his steady hold on you.

he slowly kneels in front of the bed, briefly adjusting himself in his pants to relieve some of his desperation. you struggle to keep your legs apart when you feel his warm breaths brush against your needy cunt. you swear you're literally throbbing with need for him.

jake's done this before, steven recalls, eating you out from behind. you seemed to really enjoy it despite the intense overstimulation that pushed you to tears and the bruises left on your thighs from his tight hold and nipping mouth.

he can do this.

he leans in and lightly brushes his plump lips against your wet center to test the waters. your muffle a whimper against the pillow you cling onto, but he hears it loud and clear.

you're so soft and wet, already falling apart in front of him. he can't help but poke his tongue out to taste your sweetness. the warm softness of his tongue has you urgently pushing yourself against him and he takes that as his sign to go deeper.

this time he holds you closer, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he dips into the hot opening of your cunt, working his tongue against your tender walls. his mouth waters at the taste of you and he's desperately leaning in for more.

he thrusts his tongue into your cunt, filling the room with slurping noises that nearly make you blush with how lewd they sound. he's pressed so closely behind you that he's practically supporting your weight as your legs grow too weak to hold you up.

"s-ste-- a-aah-- mm..." you fall apart when he starts licking from your entrance to your clit, flicking eagerly as you start to gush against his tongue. he can already feel your legs twitch and tremble as you try to escape his hot mouth.

your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel his soft lips wrap around your aching clit. it's almost too much for you to handle. he suckles on your sensitive bud until you're whining out against your pillow as your body trembles with the crash of your orgasm.

steven ignores your pleas and your attempts to escape his mouth as he continues to work you through your high. he cleans you up with a gentle mouth, making sure not to miss a single drop. drool pools against the pillow as your exhausted body struggles to stay conscious.

“hm, not bad…” jake admires your trembling frame from a reflective surface nearby, hungrily taking in the scene and wishing he were in steven's place instead. "maybe we were wrong about you, stevie."

steven watches you as well, but with a hint of reluctance. he's never seen you like this first hand. usually, you're the one staring down at him with a small smile as he attempts to catch his breath from your teasing antics.

he's not sure if he likes this any more than the usual dynamic the two of you have. of course he loves knowing that he can make you fall apart just as much as marc and jake, but it's not him.

"you're not done with her yet, right?" marc asks, "'cuz if you are, i'd be happy to finish her off."

jake is quick to argue, "actually markie, i'm pretty sure it's my turn to spoil our little princess."

steven finally bites back, "no, tonight she's mine."

he grumbles, making an effort to push his annoyances into silence so he can give all of his attention to you.

steven nudges you to lay on your back so he can see your face, "love, are you alright?" his tone is light, despite the fact he's eager to continue ravaging you -- even if you do end up falling asleep.

"mhm," your eyes flutter open, sparkling with satisfaction as you stare up at him. you're adorable with that post-sex flush on your skin, highlighting the tops of your cheeks. "i just... wasn't expecting this from you."

"did you like it?"

"steven, i can barely feel my legs."

he lets out a nervous chuckle like he's unsure whether that's a good thing or not, but you ease his mind with a soft smile. you reach up and cradle his face, "yes, baby, i loved it." he presses his cheek against your hand, enjoying your embrace, "i always like it when you touch me."

"then can we do more?"

of course, you want to have sex with him, but...that, no matter how mind-blowing it was, wasn't him. steven is the type of guy to hold eye contact with you while eating you out, wanting to catch every expression and moan of praise as he brings you to the edge. he's the type to hold your hand as you cum, squeezing lovingly to encourage you to fully let go because you're safe with him.

all night he's been acting off. he's been distant and in his head -- and you have a faint idea as to why (their names rhyme with "bark and bake") but you want your sweet and gentle steven back.

you take his hand, "w-wait...steven?"

“yes, darling?"

you sit up, "can you, um, kiss me first?" it's a bit embarrassing to ask when he's already been nose deep in your cunt, but you need that sweet embrace that he's always given.

"of course." steven’s eyes soften.

cool relief rushes through his body. maybe he was wrong, maybe you do like his soft touches and sweet kisses. maybe you like him for being himself. it's not like marc and jake are the same anyway. each of them gives you something special.

he leans in closer and presses his lips against yours, his body trapping you against the bed. he immediately feels you relax against him as you start to move your mouth over his. he kisses you gently, taking time to trace over the sensitive edge of your bottom lip before dipping in and laving his tongue against yours. 

when you separate from each other with puffy lips and heated breaths, you can't help but admire the pretty man above you who regards you with pure admiration in his eyes.

"make love to me steven," you whisper, "a-and hold me after, please." his soft brown eyes, full of longing and admiration, meet yours.

"always, love." he pecks you once more on the lips, "i'd do anything for you." you feel his lips move down from your mouth to the edge of your jaw, then your shoulder, and finally the top of your covered chest.

he sits up briefly to pull your shirt off before doing the same with his own clothes. once he's in nothing but his briefs, he's back on top of you.

steven has stars in his eyes as he watches his hand slide over the softness of your curves. he loves how perfectly you fit against him.

you gasp softly as he teasingly brushes his thumb against your nipple. your body is already so sensitive to his touch.

"you're so beautiful..." he whispers.

as he leans in and captures the bud in his mouth, his hand drags down to the spot where you need him the most, sending a wave of sensations through your body and causing you to arch against his mouth.

you're already wet enough for him to slip his fingers inside of you, so he immediately begins thrusting deeply against your spongey walls, letting sloppy sounds of your wetness echo through the bedroom.

you tangle your fingers into his curls and arch your back as he starts to suckle at your nipple. his slick tongue flicks over the hardened bud, sending tingles up your spine. you are already half-delirious from how expertly he's working your body.

everything seems to speed up when you start to squirm under him. he's pushing you harder onto the bed, he's nipping love bites at your tits, his hand is moving faster against you -- from the sounds coming between you, you're sure you've made a mess of his hand.

"s-steven...mm...please!" your thighs squeeze around his wrist as he gets overzealous, hitting your g-spot over and over again without giving you a breather. he groans against your breast when you tug at his hair.

without any warning, he pulls away.

you reluctantly let him get up (though you're definitely too weak at this point to stop him) and you're left to breathlessly watch as he licks his fingers clean and pulls himself out of his briefs.

pleasure continues to buzz against the surface of your skin as you hungrily stare at the way he pumps himself delicately in front of you, his cock is already dripping with desperation. he looks at you with glazed eyes and flushed cheeks while he touches himself.

what a pretty boy...

"need to feel you," steven mumbles, shifting closer to you to press his cock against the seam of your cunt.

"feel me," you beg, canting your hips upwards to meet him.

steven gently moves himself against you, rutting himself against your wet center. he pants when his tip just barely presses into your entrance, proving how ready you are for him.

slowly, he pushes himself in, shuddering at how soft and wet you feel around him.

you whimper softly when he starts fucking you at a slow pace, forcing you to feel how perfectly he stretches you out, over and over again.

your body shudders every time he bottoms out and presses so intensely against that spot inside of you, making you feel like you're about to burst if he doesn't pull out soon.

steven looks down at your face, wanting to see if you're liking this -- but it turned out to be a mistake. he meant to make this sweet, to hold back and make love to you like you asked, but when you look up at him with those shiny eyes and that blissed, fucked-out expression, he can't help the way his hips start to frantically grind against yours.

"i'm sorry, love, i can't -- uhh -- c-can't help it when you look at me like that!" steven pushes your thighs upwards, forcing them closer to the mattress on either side of your head. you cry out as the new angle pushes him deeper within you, hitting every buzzing nerve inside of your sopping cunt.

"mm...steven!" the bed below rocks as his hips violently slap against you in a rhythmic motion.

he groans as he watches his cock thrust inside of you, making a mess of your wet center as you gush around him. you look so small under him, yet you're eagerly taking every inch in that tight cunt.

"i-i want to be inside of you forever..." steven pants out, "and i want you to feel me," he reaches between your bodies to press against your stomach, "here, forever."

"ahh~" you pant heatedly as the added pressure of his hand makes him feel even bigger inside of you. you squirm under him from the intense feeling, but you can barely move out from his hold.

"i love you, darling." he chokes out as he grows closer to the edge, rutting deliciously against the top wall of your pussy. "t-tell-tell me you love me too."

"fuck -- i love you, steven. i'll a-always -- nmph," you flutter around him as the heat of your own climax explodes throughout your body. "love you~" you can barely get the words out as he finishes inside of you.

you don't mind the way he rests on top of you as he attempts to catch his breath. his body is hot and sticky against yours, but it feels comforting nonetheless.

"mm...i missed you and your sweetness." you sigh, enjoying his weight over you, even if it is a tad difficult to breathe.

steven sheepishly mumbles against you, "but that wasn't exactly sweet lovemaking."

"sure, but it was you."

he simply hums happily in response, dotting light kisses against your tacky neck before nuzzling his face against you.

when you both cooled off, you decidedly needed a little space from the man pinning you to the mattress, "ok i need to breathe a little, steven."

"oh, oops, i'll get up." he pushes himself up so he can give you some air. you can't help but shudder as he starts to pull out of you.

"ah~" you can feel the warmth of his cum start to drip from your center, "you came so much, steven. look -- you made a mess." you tease, opening your legs for him.

"m'sorry, love." he sits back on his knees in front of you, staring down at the mess he made (as if he isn't just as messy). "didn't mean to..."

it doesn't sound like he's sorry though -- not by the distracted way he mutters out the apology while scooping up his cum and shoving it back into you.

"steven."

"i'm just trying to minimize the mess!" he defends.

you don't stop him because it feels oddly pleasant to be doted on like this. you'll just have to do a final cleanup later, you decide.

"imagine if i weren't on birth control," you joke, "i'd definitely be pregnant by now."

"..."

"steven are you hard again?!"

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frosty (boxer!steve harrington x fem!(pregnant)librarian reader)

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summary: it's a turn of events for the harringtons this christmas! due any minute and ready for it to be over, you're grumpy and mean—and steve is a perfect doting husband.

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uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

❆ the king of the ring (1996) ❆ the most wonderful time of the year

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tags: pregnancy, fluff, this took forever to finish purely because I didn’t have time and it’s still shit, sorryyyyyy. not edited.

°⋆❆.ೃ࿔:･*❆ the harrington residence. christmas eve, 1996. °⋆❆.ೃ࿔:･*❆

"Smells good in here."

A ball of sticky, cinnamon-scented dough rolls quickly between your palms. With your back to him, Steve can see nothing but the messy strays of your hair flouncing with every work of your hands. You have his largest sweater on, made to fit over the belly you're aching to get rid of.

Literally.

"Don't eat them yet," you command over your shoulder as Steve shuffles toward the counter of cookies.

He pulls his hand back from its destination toward a cookie tin, eyes rolling. "Don't you think—"

"—Steven," you interrupt, dropping the ball of dough into the plate of cinnamon and sugar. Steve watches granules fly across the marble. "If you tell me I'm 'going overboard' with anything today, I'm going to lose my mind."

The stiffness to your voice is like a high-pitched squeal to a dog—it kicks Steve into gear immediately. He pulls off the counter and hurries across the kitchen, hands soft against your rigid shoulders.

"Alright, alright," he coos. "'m sorry."

He tips his head and squishes a kiss against your cheek. You sigh into it, and, fortunately, the love you have for your husband is stronger than your tendency for irritation these days.

The circular motions of your hands around the next ball of dough come slower this time, coaxed to stillness by Steve's hands massaging your shoulders. His thumbs work into your shoulder blades and you tip your head back with another sigh.

From a radio on the clean counter, tuned to the Christmas station, Joni Mitchell's "River" begins to play. Steve lets his chin rest on your shoulder, hands slipping lower to the center of your spine where he uses both of them to brace you.

"Can you do the thing?" you murmur, letting your head rest against his.

Steve slides his hands without word, letting them smooth over the front of your belly and toward the bottom where, gently, he places a delicate pressure, and lifts. You're immediately freed of a fraction of the weight of your child directly on your bladder, and the groan you release is guttural and relieved. It makes Steve chuckle, lips pressing another kiss to your cheek with a mind of their own.

"That what you wanted?"

"Uh-huhhhh."

He holds you like this for some time, the pair of you lulled to relaxation together. Joni Mitchell fades into the radio announcer by the time you’re interrupted—by the trill of your egg timer on the counter and the stench of burnt butter.

“Shit.” Your eyes fly open, jolting toward the oven mitts beside you.

Steve gently releases you and watches the oven door fall open, releasing a plume of grey smoke.

“Noooo! No, how did they burn?” you whine, sliding the sheet of blackened snickerdoodle cookies on the stovetop.

Steve feels it coming, can see it brewing in the furrow of your brow and pout of your lip. He slides backwards just as the oven mitts slap against the floor, accompanied by your agonized groan.

“Ugh!”

“Honey,” Steve coos, hands stretched out as if to catch you. “It’s ok—“

You turn sharply to point an accusing finger at your husband. “Don’t touch me, Steven.”

He holds his outstretched hands up in surrender, taking another step back. “Okay, okay. It’s alright, angel.”

“No, it’s not.” Despite yourself, you stomp your socked foot against the tiled floor. “They’re burnt. And it’s hot!”

You tug at the collar of Steve’s sweater around your neck, scowling with every pull.

“I-it’s snowin’, baby. I can turn the heat off if you want—“

“Ugh, whatever! Just…I gotta make more to replace the burnt ones now.”

With your back to him, you return to feverishly rolling dough balls into shape, blackened cookies abandoned and glared at on the stovetop. Steve huffs under his breath as he heads toward the thermostat, turning the heat as low as it can go without forming icicles on the windows.

In the living room, the tree twinkles before the view of a white front yard. Mounds of fluff pile over every inch of the world beyond the house, powdered over rooftops and the Mustang’s windshield.

Steve knows how much you love the snow, and how uncomfortable you’ve been in your own stretched, aching body. Which is why he’s learned to gather all the patience he can muster and lend it to you. You’re forming life within your body, and all Steve can do is make you comfortable.

The radio in the kitchen crackles into a Nat King Cole song. Under the violin slow tune, Steve can hear you huff alone to yourself. He glances at the fluffed tree before the window, lined with boxes and bags perfectly wrapped by either yourself or the store Steve paid extra to jazz up.

He tiptoes back into the kitchen, leaning against the doorway. “Uhhh, angel?”

Your sigh is lengthy and dramatic. “What, Steve?”

“D’ you want t’ open some presents early?”

You falter a moment, fingers slowing once more. You plop the dough ball into the cinnamon and sugar and the granules crackle with the pressure. He waits against the doorframe, fingers tapping rhythmically on wood.

“I don’t know,” you reply, but it’s so quiet and mumbled that he knows you’ll give in.

He hurries and grabs one for show: a shiny red bag with pink tissue paper, fluffed by the woman at the store who promised his wife would adore its contents. In the doorway, he rocks it around like a treat, paper and bag crinkling over the radio.

“Come onnn. This one’s all for you, angel.”

You place the sugared dough on the cookie sheet and turn an inch. Eyes over your shoulder, they meet the brightness of the bag in his hand and the sheepish grin on his face. Oh, that damn wedding band on his finger. The sight of it under the kitchen lights immediately wipes your anger like a hand over fog.

“All for me? Not baby presents?”

Steve takes your hand from its hovered place above the cookie dough, using it to steer you completely around. You waddle a few steps his way, frustration fizzled to a pout that creases your brows.

“All for you,” he promises, dipping down to kiss your knuckles.

Your sigh is short and weary this time. “Fine, I guess.”

Placing your other hand on your back, you let him pull you out of the kitchen and into the living room. He gently guides you onto the couch, placed on the edge of the cushion and then hoisted a bit backwards until you’re resting back. He knows you’d usually opt for the floor, directly in front of the tree where you can watch the lights shine.

But being on the floor hasn’t been an option for a few months now, and he wouldn’t dare to try.

So, he brings your gifts to the cushion you’re uncomfortably slouched on, placing an array of bags and boxes in your lap and around your legs. Your cheeks grow warm, as they always do, when you take in the sheer amount.

“Steve—“

Yet he interrupts your sigh. “Libby. If you tell me I spent too much, I’m going to lose it.”

A small smile hems your mouth. Standing before you, hands tucked behind his back, Steve shows no humor but has a familiar twinkle in his eye. You thank him in his favorite way: by reaching for the first red bow with excitement.

Ribbon after ribbon, bow after bow, you unravel thousands of dollars worth of affections from Steve. Bracelets, books, candles, glasses, and, of course, shoes.

He plucks a pair of pink Manolos from their box and bends at the knee, sliding it over your foot. Fastening the buckle around your ankle, he places a gentle kiss on your ankle bone and rubs his thumb into your calf.

“I wish I could see them,” you huff, leaning back into the couch with a pitiful pout.

“Aw, you’ll see ‘em again soon, angel,” Steve coos, finding a patch of cushion between piles of paper and tissue to sit beside you.

You tuck into his side with ease, concealing your pout in his neck. His hand is warm and heavy on your arm, rubbing and squeezing gently. He feels like a cozy, sturdy pillow around your body, and suddenly all your hormonal irritations are slowly, but surely, dissipating. Like sugar in the sun or snow on a warm windshield, it all begins to melt away.

Steve’s lips press against your temple. His voice hums through your bones. “Feelin’ better?”

You nuzzle against him a little more. He smells like laundry detergent and pine soap from this morning’s shower.

“Mhm. ‘M sorry for being so crazy—“

“Shhh.” His hand comes up to pinch your lips together. “You’re not, baby. Right, Janey? Mama’s not crazy.”

Steve rubs his hand over your belly and you giggle, shifting a little. “She always kicks when you do that.”

Steve cocks his head, waiting for the thump against his palm. “Think that means she likes me?”

You pull your face from his neck and blink up at him. “Of course she does. We love daddy, don’t we, Janey?”

Steve smiles when he feels the thump. “Yeah…yeah, I guess she does.”

It was Steve’s favorite Christmas present yet. The family of two that was soon to be three.

[bamboobooshark]

LOGAN HOWLETT X READER

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🧸 ⋅ ˚✮ SQUISHY (1) : 866 WRDS

( PART TWO HERE )

A/N : Rambling warning! An amazing reader recently asked if I could write a series with Steven and Jake, but I declined due to lack of skill for writing plots. “Squishy” will be an experimental, practice miniseries in which Logan is the (implied plus-sized) reader’s father figure, and care giver for when they regress. I SWEAR I will eventually write some Logan stuff that isn’t fatherly/platonic!

You wake up and are still in a pretty stressed state. Last night you argued with your best friend, and they ended up blocking you. It wasn’t like them to do that. All that time the two of you spent together, every deep conversation, every moment of vulnerability soured just because of a disagreement. You never would’ve expected it, but here you were, sulking as your mind was screaming at you.

It was hard to think. It was hard to do anything. It was just hard.

Thank god for Logan Howlett, though. He came into your room with cautious steps and a worried look. “Hey, kid. I noticed you didn’t come down for breakfast,” he said with a soft voice. His gaze lingered on the outline of you under your blanket while patiently awaiting a response. “Just let me know if you end up getting hungry. I’ll make you something, okay? In the meantime I’ll be in my room,” he told you with a tone that pleaded for a response. After standing in the awkward silence of your room, he slowly walked out.

You weren’t really hungry. You’d lost your appetite. You didn’t want to do anything. But Logan’s tone tugged at your heart and flipped a switch in your brain after you sat there for a while and processed his words. You felt your stomach get fluttery and your bottom lip pushed out in a bit of a pout. You needed to get to him as soon as possible.

As much as your body didn’t want to, your mind convinced it to drag itself out of bed and go down the hall to Logan’s room. You knocked while holding your favorite stuffed animal against your chest. You felt a bit nervous seeking out his affection and care after you completely ignored him. Realistically, you’d probably end up crying if you didn’t get what your heart ached for.

Your slightly trembling hand reached to knock on his door. “Papa? Can I come in, please? I want cuddles,” you called to him. Logan smiled to himself softly. Mostly because you finally came to talk to him, but also because he loved caring for you when you regressed. “Yeah! You can open the door, babydoll. I ain’t doing anything,” he said with an optimistic tone. You giggled softly, your hand gripping your stuffed animal a little tighter out of excitement.

You peeked into his room before fully stepping in. Logan was lying on his bed, one leg on top of the other, cigar in hand, and wearing his usual attire. His hand scratched at his fluffy jaw while leaning his head against his forearm. He smiled when you made your way into his room. “Come on, kid. I might bite, but I won’t bite you,” he joked. He put out his cigar while exhaling deeply, the smoke curling up against his face.

His old bedframe squeaked as you climbed onto his mattress. “There you go, little one,” he cooed softly. He wrapped one arm around your side while the other rested on his stomach. A soft hum came from his throat as he carefully grabbed your stomach rolls. “My squishy little doll,” he whispered to you.

He loved feeling all the soft bits of your flesh. Anytime the two of you cuddled or had “sleepovers” in the living room, he’d grab a chunk of whatever he could. Your thighs, your stomach, your waist. Anything he could.

You curled up into his side, sandwiching your stuffed animal between you and Logan. “You brought a little friend with you. They’re so cute, aren’t they,” he asks sweetly. You smile and nod against his chest.

He reaches the hand that’s on his stomach to your thigh and moves it to rest on his hips. He pats the skin softly before he gives your thigh a good squeeze like he did to your stomach. “You are just so soft and amazing, kid. You know that,” he asks before kissing your forehead. You nod in agreement once more while letting out a soft squeak from all the affection. “Squishy, squishy, squishy,” he hums softly to you.

Logan nuzzles his face against the top of your head, his beard brushing your forehead gently. He keeps his hands where they are as they still slightly grasp your body. The two of you stay lying there for a moment. You can hear his heart beating steadily accompanied by his deep breathing. Wind whistles against the glass of Logan’s window. The sheets rustle every so often when he repositions his hand or kisses your forehead again. This whole moment almost lulls you back to sleep.

Until Logan gives you a little tickle. “Papa! That’s mean,” you pout softly. He chuckles at your disruption to the silence. “I’m sorry, doll! I couldn’t resist. You expect me to not do that when I’ve got my hand right here on your stomach,” he asks playfully while getting a tighter grasp on the flesh. You squeal at the feeling, unaware that he didn’t even mean to tickle you that time. Nonetheless, he keeps a playful grin on his face. He pats your side and sighs deeply. “How about some breakfast, kid?”

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you belong with me;

Bucky couldn’t help but to moan into the kiss, just enjoying the feeling of Steve’s warm hands against his skin. He licked and sucked against the male’s bottom lip, nipping at the soft skin before allowing Steve to guide him up the mattress. Being teased had him groaning out softly, pressing himself down against the other’s fingers. “Please, Stevie. Wanna feel you.” He whimpered out a bit, still trying to be pretty quiet so he didn’t wake Alpine up

@steven-g-rogers

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•GUNS N ROSES•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆

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☆•Axl Rose•☆

♡Welcome Audience

♡Spanking

♡Jacuzzi Time

♡Nervous Wreck

♡ Christmas Cards

☆•Duff McKagan•☆

♡Subby Duff

♤Forgotten Anniversary

♡Much Needed Break

♡Duff x M!reader

♤♡Lack of Communication (pt.1 + pt.2)

♡More Subby Duff

◇Gentle Loving

◇ A Bloody Mess

☆•Izzy Stradlin•☆

♡Subby Izzy

♡Breeding Kink

♡Back blown out

♡Spanking

☆•Slash•☆

♡Sixty Bucks

♡Not So Hidden Fantasy

♤◇Mine

♡Even the Score

♡Jealousy

◇Christmas Pajama's

♤♡The Not so Princely Prince Charming

♡Special Interview

◇Sick Day

♡Drunken Dog

♡Pretty Titty

♡Mutt

◇Snakes in the Sheets

♡Say it Back

♡Insecurity

◇Modern AU

♡Rehab Romance

♡Thigh Love

♡Edging

♡Cockwarming

♡Brat Taming

♡Charity Work

♡Thigh riding

♡Tour Bus Sex

♡Subby Slash

◇ADHD reader

♡Size Kink

◇Chronic Tummy Aches

♡Pegging

◇♡Gender Swap Stuff (pt.1 + pt.2)

♡Arranged Rebel

♡Corruption Kink

♡Unique Band Practice

♡Bottom Slash

♡Age Gap Relationship (pt.1 + pt.2)

♡Take Me With You

♡Spanking Slash

♡ The Best Present

♡ Party Favours

♡ Happy New Year

♡ No Food in the Kitchen

☆•Steven Adler•☆

◇Soft Dom Headcanons

♡Brat Taming

☆•Multiple members•☆

♡Bingo

♡Izzy x reader x Duff (pt.1 + pt.2)

♡ smut

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♤ angst

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

More Than I Remember You [2]

Marc Spector x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 28: Face Sitting

Summary: Marc sees you again.

A/N: You don't have to have read the first part to read this, it's set (in a sort of AU) before the events of the series - Steven doesn’t know about Marc, but Marc knows about Steven. Reader is in a realtionship with Steven.

Thank you so much to @thexsanctuaryx for beta-ing so amazingly again!

Warnings: Oral sex (afab! receiving), kind of dubious concent because reader doesn't know that it's Marc, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 921

Marc’s in your kitchen, he recognises that much. The plants at the window, the colourful tea towels. 

Steven’s clothes are soft on his skin, they smell like your detergent. 

He pushes his hair back from his forehead and grabs Steven’s phone from the side, his hands are wet. Was he doing the washing up?

He wipes his hand on his jogging bottoms and checks the time 10:04am, Sunday. Okay. Marc double checks the date, Steven didn’t have work today. That was something at least. 

He frowns as he scrolls through the phone, looking over Steven’s calendar and-

“Steven?” 

He snaps to attention at the sound of your voice. This was the first time he’d seen you since, since…

He gives you a weak smile, trying to force his face into a more Steven like expression, relax his posture, slump his shoulders ever so slightly. 

The little frown that forms on your features is worrying, he swallows. 

“Hi, love.” He waves, the practised little Steven wave he’d mimicked a thousand times. 

Your frown deepens.

Oh fuck. That wave, that musical way he greeted you was for when he first sees you. He’s very obviously in your fucking kitchen in sleeping clothes. 

“I…” Marc tries. This isn’t fair, this shouldn’t be difficult. Why was it becoming so hard to be someone else when you were around? 

“Are you… okay?” You take a step forward and lightly touch his face. 

Marc manages to suppress the groan that wants to escape his chest, but only barely. He grabs your wrist, stopping your fingers from stroking against his skin.

Your eyes widen slightly, as if puzzle pieces were falling into place.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Wrong move, wrong move by a fucking mile. 

“Wh-”

He cuts you off with a kiss, desperately holding you close and praying to any god that will listen. 

You tense for a second before you relax into the embrace and flick your tongue over his bottom lip. 

Marc groans, relief flooding his veins. He opens his mouth eagerly, letting you slip inside as he tries to dig around in the back of his mind, to pull up Steven from wherever the hell he’s fallen back into. 

You moan lightly, wrapping your arms around him and digging your fingers into his sweatshirt, tugging him closer and, fuck. Marc’s cock twitches eagerly, remembering your mouth and the warmth of your pussy as you rode him.

He couldn’t do this again, couldn’t take more that wasn’t his. 

You pull back a fraction so you can kiss along his jaw, your hands run down his chest to his waistband. 

God, it would be so easy to fall back under the spell of your touch. 

He shakes his head and grabs your hands. 

You pull back, worry again flashing in your eyes. “Steven?” 

He doesn’t give you a chance to question, doesn’t give you a second longer to ruminate.

You let out a little yelp of surprise and then giggle as he practically throws himself to his knees and pulls down your pyjama bottoms and panties. He nips lightly at your thigh before he lays back and, holding your hips, urges you to follow him until his back is flat on the kitchen floor and your thighs are either side of his head. 

You giggle, “You could have just said-”

“Need you.” He mumbles, pressing you down while he cranes his head up at the same time and buries his face between your legs. 

You moan as the warmth of his mouth engulfs you and Marc wastes little time in licking up through your folds and to your clit. He sucks lightly, swallowing down his own cries of passion as your sweet taste hits his tongue. 

You roll gently, rocking against him. He can feel the tensing in your legs as he slides his hands up and over your skin, how you’re trying to keep your weight off him. That just wouldn’t fucking do. 

He growls softly, pushing you further down, needing you to practically suffocate him with your thighs.

You gasp, a sweet sound tumbling from your lips and going straight to his dick. You grab hold of the counter with one hand to keep your balance as he slides his hands up higher, caressing your waist and stomach and just brushing against your breasts. 

He rocks you against him, urging you to buck and take your pleasure from his mouth as he licks and sucks eagerly. 

You writhe, rutting and gasping as you sink deeper and deeper into the sensation, your eyes closing and back arching as your body takes over completely and starts to run purely on autopilot.

Pleasure burns along your skin, igniting your veins and tightening in your stomach. 

He gazes up at you with dark eyes, desperate to see you fall apart for him in ecstasy. For him. Just him. No one else. 

You cry out loudly, pulsing on his tongue as you come hard and fast, the pleasure washing over you like warm rain. You shiver, breathing hard as you slump back slightly. 

Marc moans weakly, hungrily drinking down your release before he helps you to sit back off him on the floor. 

You lean against the fridge for a moment, your mind still hazy from your orgasm. 

Marc can’t help himself, can stop the urge as he kisses your lips, your neck. Revelling in it when you reciprocate. He moves down, lower, spreading your thighs gently as he buries his head back in between them, where he belongs. 

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How they like to get railed...

Oscar Isaac characters

A/N: This is just filth, as well as the Oscar Isaac obsession hitting me hard. Anyway, these are a bunch of Oscar Isaac characters and headcanons on how they like to be fucked, enjoy!! Characters in this list: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Poe Dameron, Santiago García and Miguel O'Hara.

This is obviously nsfw.

Top male reader. Sub or dom depending on the character.

Steven Grant

Steven’s preferences depend on what you want, he’ll do anything you want.

He loves it when you go gentle on him, treating him like he’s made of glass, running your hands through his hair.

You two can last hours like this, indulging on each other’s bodies, biting at each other softly.

These sessions tend to also be filled with some soft laughter and many, many praises, it’s your way of letting Steven know how much you love him, how pretty you think he is…

He whimpers a lot, he’s still unused to the amount of love you give him during these moments and every kiss is electrifying.

It’s not unusual to end up with faint scratches on your back after a session like this, he always apologizes profusely the day after but you honestly love how you make your man feel so amazing that he digs his nails into your back.

His favorite position is the good old missionary, he just loves how he gets a close look at you.

Sometimes though, he wants it rough and you give it to him. 

Here, he doesn’t whimper, instead he moans and sometimes even screams. 

As for where he wants you to cum, inside him is the go to place, he feels completely yours when you do that and loves feeling it leak out of him.

Marc Spector 

Marc is a bit of a different story, he’s more dominant over you. 

He’d love edging you with his hole, he knows how much you want to cum and he doesn’t let you, he’s slightly sadistic. 

You’re his best stress reliever, a service top is all Marc’s ever wanted. 

He’d definitely call you a “good boy” while he rides you, if you’re lucky, he lets you hold his waist. 

He looks you in the eyes a lot and very intensely, it's to assert further control on you.

His favorite position would be riding, it’s the way he can have control over you. 

But sometimes, he just wants to be fucked hard just like Steven, to fuck every thought out of his pretty little head, only this time the scratches on your back are deeper, more noticeable and redder, which is still hot…

He’s not much for foreplay, he prefers to get right into the action, he’s stressed a lot of the time and only more anticipation for him doesn’t help at all, give the man some dick please. 

He grunts a lot during sex, "Fuck yeah" he'd grunt while you pound deeply into him, knowing it's best not to stop.

He also likes sucking you off… which makes sense, considering he loves you cumming on his face while he looks at you with the most dominant and intense eyes.

Jake Lockley 

The most feral, deranged and dominant out of all the moon boys by far.

It’s not unusual for Jake to tie you up and edge you for literal hours, surrendering to him as you fill his sadistic urges.

He gets off on your begging, the fact that your cock borderline aches. 

Sometimes he doesn’t even cum, he just likes to see you weak.

Other times, all he wants to do is use you. 

His favorite position is where he rides you and he bounces furiously up and down your cock, normally with tied hands, he likes to have you vulnerable.

He wants to ride you, cum first, then you cum inside him and he leaves.

However, a lot of the time when he gets up he kisses your temple and says “good boy” before he leaves, cum running down his legs.

It makes you feel so used, like a toy almost, and you can’t act like you don’t like it. 

Poe Dameron 

Poe is the term “power bottom” personified.

He knows everything that he has to do to break you, and so he can use you for his pleasure.

That cocky little grin of his… not even while getting fucked he doesn’t have it on him.

The way he’d throw his head back and he’d say “Ahh.. fuck yeah…” while riding you.

He’s a huge fan of riding you, but sometimes he lets you fuck yourself dumb with his ass in mating press, pumping load after load into the man.

He wants to hear your pretty whimpers, nothing turns on Poe more than his top whimpering.

He’d let you indulge yourself with his body, licking and sucking everywhere, he especially loves it when you play with his nipples while he rides you.

He uses the term “good boy” for you a lot during sex. He knows it can make you crazy and submit even further to him.

He just has such an effect on you that gets you craving him, and the craving gets so pent up you have no hope of dominating the man, considering you get so subby as soon as his walls wrap around your cock.

He’d want you to cum inside him, as a sign that he owns you, a subtle reminder that even if you’re the top in the relationship.. you’re his bitch.

Santiago García 

He’s a huge switch, sex between you two is improvised, you decide who’s dominant when the time comes, normally you just fall into whatever role is natural in that specific time.

Unlike Marc, he’s all up for foreplay, he loves sex to last as long as humanly possible between you two.

He speaks Spanish if he's really needy for you, "Por favor.. por favor" and if he has an amazing orgasm, he'll scream "¡Te amo!" sometimes.

His weak spot is the scar on his neck, it’s the one spot that when you kiss makes him instantly yours.

It’s amazing for him, for some time, he can let go of everything haunting him and he can focus on just you and your dick in him.

He used to be very big on doggystyle but his knees have gotten worse with the years, so it’s only a rare occurrence, but he’s found a new muse: cuddlefucking. 

His orgasms are always so strong when he’s with you, and he clenches so tightly around you. 

When he decides to be dominant, he almost talks you through it and he gives you a look that makes you only more and more obedient with each thrust…

When he decides to be submissive, he has a similar air to Steven, it’s very touchy sex where you wrap your arms around him.

His neck is the best place to kiss while you fuck him, and the vibration of his whimpers on you just tops it off, you love making your man feel good.

The cuddling normally gets you too lazy to pull out, so you cum inside, however sometimes he likes to swallow your load.

Miguel O’Hara 

(I know he’s not REALLY an Oscar Isaac character, but he’s voiced by him and Oscar seems to like him a lot so I guess he’s part of the gang now)

Poor little baby needs his stress to be pounded out of his pretty head.

He’s the biggest fan of rough sex, it’s rare you two have a soft session the whole time. But not like you mind, you love seeing him weak while you fuck him into oblivion.

Miguel’s prostate is extremely sensitive, which leads to him grunting loudly and screaming if you’re in private. 

He’s submissive most of the time, having someone else have to take control is a stress reliever for him, but he can power bottom sometimes.

It’s not hard to make him go cock drunk, especially after heavy teasing. He just wants to be mercilessly pounded by you.

He’s very sensitive in his nipples too, he can cum from stimulation there alone…

His favorite position is mating press, you just overpower him so gracefully.

When he’s a power bottom, he rides you in reverse cowgirl, he knows how crazy you are for his ass and feeds into that.

He loves it when you cum inside him, he feels like he’s yours when you do that. Sometimes, he even plugs his ass so he can keep inside of him.

[jayke0]

Sorry, Love

Summary: You and Steven had discussed the idea of somno, but never actually gotten round to doing it... until now.

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem reader

Rating: 18+ obvs, nsfw

Warnings/content: somno, desperate and pervy Steven, male masturbation, humping, mentions of using/being used, rubbing pussy with cock (idk what that's called), unprotected sex, p in v, creampie.

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The idea of touching you in your sleep seemed somewhat alien to Steven. He couldn't grasp the thought that you'd want to be touched by him when you aren't even able to feel the pleasure yourself. However, the more he tossed the thought around in his head, the more excited he'd become with it. Of course, you explained the ins and outs of it to him (literally), and it's not like he's a novice at reading the signs from your body... hell, he's probably better at it than you on some occasions.

One night, after a considerable serving of vegan lasagna, you fall asleep on the couch with your head resting in Steven's lap, and that's when he's reminded of your conversation. His cock stirs under your head while he gently plays with your hair, his tongue darting out to lick his lips in hesitation. Carefully, his hand glides over his joggers and grips the outline of his cock to squeeze lightly and get himself hard; which isn't difficult. His other fingers trace your facial features, feather light touches contrasting with the grip he has around his buldge.

She's so pretty when she sleeps. He thinks to himself, a soft pant leaving his lips as he simultaneously runs his thumb over your bottom lip and the tip of his cock. Sliding his hand into his joggers, he pulls his cock out finally and gives himself a few harsh tugs. Your face is just centimetres away from his cock while he pumps his fist around himself, staring at your beautiful features. His thumb swipes over the tip again and that's when he lets out a soft moan of your name, his teeth latching onto his bottom lip in an attempt to not wake you with his noises.

It feels really good doing this, perversely good, he continues to think to himself, she has no bloody idea, not a clue in the world-

His hand starts moving faster, the intervals in which he teases the tip of his cock now becoming shorter.

I wanna cum all over her face- shit- I'm gonna cum on her.

His chest heaves, and just as quickly as he'd gotten hard, he cums over his hand and your face with strained moans, making sure to get it on your lips. The sight in itself would be enough to make him hard again, but he doesn't want to push his luck, or run the risk of freaking you out.

A few days later, he divulges what he did to your face, and much to his surprise (even after the discussion about it), you're not mad at him.

"Steven, i told you that it's ok, it's... hot" you say, chuckling a little bit as you finish your pancakes he'd lovingly made for you.

"God, are you sure? Please tell me if it made you uncomfortable, i mean yeah it was a good wank but i wouldn't want it to be at the expense of your comfor-"

"Steven! Shut up" you say as your hands land on his face, stroking his cheeks with your fingers which soothes him, "i like it, ok?"

"Right- yeah of course, sorry, Love." Steven presses his nose into the palm of your hand, closing his eyes to enjoy your touch.

"You can do more than that, too" you add and gently move your hands down his toned arms to his hands, which are still fidgetting in his lap "i wouldn't mind it if you wanted to touch me, y'know, in all the places you like." You bring his hands up to touch your chest while your eyes linger on his, the gesture making his body falter and his shoulders drop a little in submission.

"You know how to touch me, Steven, so do it, use me."

Those words make steven visibly shiver, you always know how to loosen him up and get him comfortable, and that's one of the things he loves the most about you.

Even so, after a week of waiting, Steven still hasn't taken the opportunity to indulge in his fantasies... even after multiple occasions where you've made yourself fall asleep before him with nothing but a baggy t-shirt on in hopes you'd wake up with his cock burried inside you.

As you get ready for bed and pull that same old baggy shirt on, you notice something is up with steven, almost like he's feeling on edge or ansty; but you know that look, the way his eyes rake over your body and his tongue laps at his lips, he wants you, and bad.

You take that as an opportunity as your tummy fills with butterflies; maybe if you leave him like this, he'll finally act on his impulses and fuck you awake, so that's exactly what you do. Walking right past him, you get into bed and snuggle under the sheets, though the way your body is already reacting with excitement makes it hard for you to drift off, but eventually you do.

Many thoughts roam around Steven's psyche, ranging from she wants this, she's told me she's ok with it, to oh god what if she doesn't though and i misinterpreted it. Despite his doubts, however, the urge has grown too strong, and once he carefully removes the covers from your body, he's reassured by the position you've chosen to fall asleep in.

With no underwear on and your right leg coming up to your belly, your ass is perfectly exposed to him, and he can see the way your slick glistens in the dim light of the moon. The sight makes his half hard cock twitch in his joggers, and slowly he crawls over to you, wrapping his whole body around you.

Now usually, that'd be the perfect position for steven to fall asleep in, because loves cuddling you more than anything in the world, but the way he can feel your ass pressing against his crotch makes that difficult for him. His breathing becomes laboured as he starts tentatively rolling his hips against you, the fabric rubbing against the tip of his cock in a way that he knows will stain them with his precum, but that's the last thing he cares about right now. His arms are wrapped tightly around you, and if you were awake you'd be able to feel his muscles constricting you in the best way, holding you in place while he uses you to get off.

His forehead rests on the back of your head, his fingers sliding over your skin and up to your chest where you cups one of your boobs; admittedly one of his favourite parts of your body. He circles your nipples with his index finger in the way that's been proven to work on you in the past, and even now, as your brain sleeps, your body pushes back on him, rocking your hips in time with his.

That gesture simply urges Steven on, and his worries soon melt away, leaving him with pure desire to use your body. His face burries in your neck before he starts talking quietly to himself... and maybe you, or at least your sleeping brain.

"Shit love, you have no idea how much i love this," he reaches down and takes his cock out of his joggers, sliding it between your thighs thanks to your arousal from just thinking about this scenario earlier. "Seems like you like it too... this what you wanted? Is this why you've been wearing nothing but this cute shirt?" He pants softly and his hips rock a little less haphazardly now, fucking your thighs like he does with your cunt. "God i wanna do this to you every night" he groans "i know how deep you sleep... wonder if you'd even wake up if i put it inside you.." he thinks outloud.

You stir a little, but not enough to wake, so Steven continues what he's doing and holds his cock to your hole "i wanna fuck you awake, love" he mumbles, though it's more of a whimper as he pushes in carefully but surprisingly easily "bloody hell, you really do like this, don't you?"

He pulls out slowly and pauses for a second before thrusting back into you again...

..And that's when you wake up.

Steven's whole body freezes against you when you tilt your head towards him, fear gripping his nerves as if he'd been caught robbing a bank.

"Fucking hell baby, finally" you groan sleepily to him, the tone of your voice a mixture of lust and sleepiness. "Been waiting for you to fuck me awake all week, Steven." You gaze at him with passion while your hand wraps around his wrist "keep fucking me baby, please."

That's all Steven needs before he starts thrusting into you again, his hips setting a desperate and fast pace as if he'd been holding back just for you. "Been wanting to fuck you like this all week, love" he mumbles, though it's more of a whimper "it's all I've been able to.. to think about." His groans are loud and breathy, so he buries his face in your neck in an attempt to hide it.

"You should've done it sooner-" your head rests back against his while moans fall from your own lips "I've touched myself thinking about this so many times baby" you add, which warrants a particularly loud moan from the man.

Sliding his hand down your tummy, he wiggles his fingers between your thighs to find that bundle of nerves, and when he does you buck your hips against his hand "fuck! Steven that's it- that's good.. shit you fuck me so well!-" Your grip becomes tighter on his wrist as your orgasm builds blindingly fast now; faster than you can tell him, but that's ok, he knows your body better than you.

"I can feel you, dove, please- ah- please cum for me, cum on my cock, darling-" it all comes out strained as steven holds back his own orgasm, his hips stuttering and holding on just long enough to feel you tighten around his cock. Your moans fill the room while your body convulses on him, his cock still mercilessly fucking you through your orgasm till you're shaking.

" 'm gonna cum love- shit!" Steven fills you with his arousal, your contracting cunt milking him fucking dry until he's twitching and whimpering with overstimulation.

You both stay still for a long time, calming down from your collective orgasms, and part of you wishes that you could just go back to sleep in his arms now.

Steven's the first to break the comfortable silence. "That really was great, darling" he mumbles softly with a yawn "are you ok?" He kisses your cheek and you turn to face him with a massive grin "more than ok, baby" you reply.

"Let's do that more often."

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[campingwiththecharmings]

Insomnia

AN: Sixth and final fic for @moonknight-events' MK Bingo! I wish I'd been able to do the entire board like I wanted but alas. Hope you all enjoy! Thank you to @whatthefishh for looking this over for me ❤️

Steven can't sleep and you, uh, help him out.

(Un-beta’d)

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, you've been warned) Prompt: Handjobs Words: 1,233 Pairing: Steven Grant x GN!Reader (pretty sure this could be read as GN, please let me know if that's incorrect) Warnings: handjob (as the prompt indicates lol), cursing, kissing, mild biting, praise kink, sub!Steven, please let me know if I missed anything. AO3

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Steven can’t sleep. 

He’s tried everything he can think of, his usual tried and true methods (and even some of the old ones), but none of them have worked. 

He chews his lip, glancing over to where you’re asleep beside him. You look so relaxed, so peaceful, your lovely lips quirked in a slight smile. He wonders what you’re dreaming about (was it him?)...wishes he could be dreaming too. The urge to wake you is strong, you’ve told him before that he can when this happens, but he just can’t bring himself to disturb you. 

Steven sighs, turning over on his side. He closes his eyes and wills himself to sleep. 

That doesn’t work either. 

He tosses and turns, trying to find a comfortable position, one that will finally allow him to fall into the blissful depths of sleep but, no matter what he does, nothing helps. He feels even worse when you begin to stir beside him, whining softly as you’re unwillingly pulled back to consciousness. He stills, trying not to move (or even breathe) in the hopes that you’ll fall back into the abyss. 

“Steven?” you ask, voice still thick with sleep. 

He waits silently for a moment, then sighs, turning slightly to look at you over his shoulder. 

“So sorry, love, I didn’t mean to wake you.” 

“S’okay,” you slur, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. 

You push yourself up into a sitting position, eyes meeting his in the darkness as you reach out to gently push the curls back from his forehead. “Trouble sleeping again?” 

Steven nods, his eyelids fluttering at your touch. 

“How can I help?”  

He smiles tiredly at you. “Not sure you can, love.” 

You stick your bottom lip out in a pout and he chuckles softly, reaching out to thumb at it. “S’alright, I’ll be fine. You should go back to sleep though.” 

You shake your head, settling your back against the headboard. “I won’t be able to sleep knowing you’re awake beside me.” 

With a resigned sigh, Steven sits up to join you. 

“I’m so sorry, love,” he says again, taking your hand in his and squeezing it lightly. 

You shush him, effectively dismissing his apologies. “Nothing to be sorry for.” 

Steven just sighs again, his shoulder pressed against yours as he idly runs his thumb over your knuckles. You sit in silence for a moment, just watching him, the meager light in the room softening his sharper features. 

Then it dawns on you, how you can help. 

You lean in slowly, tilting your head to get the right angle. He doesn’t notice how close you are until you’re right there, inches away from his face, and before he can protest, you press your lips to his. Immediately, he melts, his free hand reaching up to cup your cheek. You start slow, soft, the pressure gentle, the pace unhurried. After a moment, you brush your tongue along the seam of his lips, his low groan sending a shiver through your body. He’s always so responsive, your Steven, whether it’s a moan or a simple flutter of his eyelashes, he always lets you know how you’re making him feel. 

You kiss him deeper, languidly licking into his mouth, your fingers clenching in the fabric of his t-shirt as his tongue slides against yours. For a moment, you let yourself get lost in it, in him, in the taste of him, the feel of him—but then you remember why you started this, remember that he needs you. You relax your fingers, allowing your hand to slip slowly down his chest, over his belly, coming to settle at his waist. Your fingers briefly toy with the band of his sleep pants before slipping beneath them and his boxers. 

Steven breaks your kiss with a surprised yelp as you take him in your hand, his breath leaving him in a sharp gasp as you begin to gently work your hand over his length. You shush him, whispering soothing words into his skin as you kiss him wherever your lips can reach.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes, involuntarily arching into your touch. 

You respond with a whispered plea for him to relax, your thumb sliding over the velvety tip of him, dragging the prettiest moan from his lips. He stops resisting then, losing himself in the pleasure of your touch, rewarding you on every stroke with breathy sighs and groans. 

“So good for me, Steven,” you whisper, the praise drawing a whimper from between his lips. 

You smile at the sound, tracing his collarbones with the tip of your tongue as you twist your wrist just so, dragging another delicious sound from him. He pushes up into your fist, his fingers twisting in the bedding beneath him. You move back up his neck, nipping briefly at his jugular and soothing the area with your tongue. Beside you, Steven’s breathing is erratic, his skin hot, hips thrusting in time with the stroke of your hand. You pull back to gaze at him, admiring his mussed curls, kiss-bitten lips, and glassy eyes—he always was beautiful in the throes. 

You lean in again, sealing your lips over a spot on his neck. He keens when you suck, your hand gently squeezing his cock to mimic the pressure. You move your hand a little faster, increasing the friction, and his breath hitches, hands now fisted in the sheets beneath him. 

“Darling,” he pants, his neck tense with the effort of holding himself back. 

You shush him again, pulling back to meet his gaze. He’s close, so close, his big brown eyes pleading—for you, for your love, for your permission. 

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch him, eyes flickering over his face, drinking him in as your touch pushes him closer and closer to the edge. When you’ve teased him enough, you lean in, nuzzling your nose against his ear. 

“Come for me, Steven.” 

And he does, his body going rigid, as he erupts all over your fist with a choked moan. You keep working him, his body twitching as the pleasure rolls through him. When he finally stills, you release him, whispering your praise as you press a kiss to the hinge of his jaw. He’s absolutely wrecked when you pull back, body limp against the headboard, panting like he’s just run a marathon. You smile at him softly, pushing the curls from his damp forehead with your clean hand before slipping off the bed to get a washcloth. 

Once you’ve cleaned both yourself and him up, you settle back in the bed beside him. For a moment, you wonder if he’s already asleep, his eyes closed, breathing (finally) even. He stirs at the movement beside him though, his eyelids heavy as he opens them and smiles at you dreamily. 

“Your turn, Love,” he slurs, reaching out for you despite his inability to keep his eyes open for more than 3 seconds. 

You chuckle softly, shaking your head as you lean in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Sleep, Steven.” 

“But—” 

“Sleep,” you insist, yawning as you pull him down with you beneath the blankets. 

Steven grunts in protest, but doesn’t stop you, his eyes already falling shut again as you snuggle against his side. You smile as his breathing evens out again, the gentle rhythm of it lulling you back to sleep.

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[harryzroze]

Happy Lesbian Visibility Week !!! cheers to the fav lesbians

Close up image, screenshot reference I used and image description under the cut below!

Ruby and Sapphire from the show "Steven Universe" in a forest scene, a redraw of the scene in the episode "The Answer" moments before they fuse for the second time. My drawing has more paint-like texture due to the brushes I used, with dark blue shadows of trees in the middle-ground and background to frame around the two characters. There is a darker tree shape in the foreground that frames the brightly lit forest scene. Streams of water are flowing around the two gems and rays of light are coming from above the forest shooting downwards to hit the streams of water, making the areas glow. There are soft pink lights spread out in these glowing areas. I also added 2 frogs in the bottom right corner as a nod to the moment in the episode where Ruby catches a frog when they explore the surface together. Sapphire and Ruby are holding each other before they dance in this scene. Sapphire has her left hand on Ruby's right shoulder, Ruby's right hand gently hesitating at Sapphire's left elbow. Ruby's left hand and Sapphire's right hand (their respective gem hands) are holding each others hands in the back of the drawing, filling the small empty space between them. Sapphire is leaning forward slightly with a soft smile and Ruby has her eyes closed in a content, happy-like manner.

If you haven't heard of these characters before, here's a general description of them:

Ruby is on the left side of the drawing, she has scarlet red skin with dark red shorts, and a sleeveless dark red shirt with a lighter red triangle in the middle of the shirt heading downwards. her hair is a very red colour (almost black) in a square like shape that frames her face. She has a thick build and appears bulky and strong. She has a ruby gem integrated into her left palm.

Sapphire is on the right side of the drawing, she has light blue skin and a bright blue dress that hides her legs and feet. The torso of the dress is a dark blue with a light blue triangle shape in the front going downwards and two smaller white triangles alongside this. Her dress has big white puffy shapes at her shoulders, and she wears white gloves that go to her elbows. She has light blue long hair (the colour lighter than her skin), that curls down to around her hip area, and she has a fringe that covers up her singular eye. Her thinner arms indicate she may have a slimmer build than Ruby, but they are the same height. She has a sapphire gem integrated into her right palm.

[boredzillenial]

Sick-fic Drabble

Themes: just some sick times fluff (def not a draft that’s been sitting too long), Marc taking care of reader, reader gender not specified

A.N: couldn’t find a gif I wanted to use so stole this from @my-secret-shame 😅, feelin in my flop era pls be patient 🥺

Sleep came in waves the last couple of days, fevers came and broke and came again. Inconclusive tests at the clinic had frustratingly sent you home with a “rest and drink lots of water” prescription. Finally you took your health in your own hands and decided if a prescription wasn’t an option then you’d hibernate through whatever the fuck this was while the boys were away.

You’d found a strong dose of over the counter meds to help you sleep, though exhaustion had you flopping onto the recliner before you could make it it to bed. The last thing you remembered was the pile of tissues in the tiny trash can beside you, the cold half eaten soup and the room temp pedialyte you failed to choke down. Finally, sweet dark relief washed through you as you lost consciousness. The sound of your favorite series a distant murmur in your congested ears.

Warmth surrounded you as you shift, and something snaked around you, arms? You feel heavy as you lean against a firm chest. Your eyes open for a moment to see Steven’s blurry face turn stern.

“Stevenstopit.” You groan. “ ‘m fine. Putme down.” You fidget a bit but the heaviness wrapped around you held you firm. A blanket? “Steve-“

“Not Steven. How long have you been like this.” His soft but short clipped tone furrows your brows as you try to focus on his face.

The slight downturn of his mouth, the lack of a snarky comment, “Marc?”

“Come on, how long?” He sets you down on the bed and presses his hand across your forehead.

“Since Monday?” You groan.

“Fucksake it’s Thursday baby, why didn’t you call me.” He gently brushed your mess of hair out of your face.

“Thought missions were important.” You rub your eyes and look up at him. As he came into focus you can finally see the full array of concern etched across his features.

“Not more important than you.” He sighs, “come on sit up. I could smell you when I walked in.” He pulls your wrinkled shirt over your head and tucks you back under the blanket.

You give him a halfhearted glare as a cough wracks your sore throat.

“You don’t have to do this. I can take care of myself.” Your grumble turns more into a croak as he pulls your bottoms off and tucks you back into bed.

He pauses, looks around the messy flat, then pins you with a raised brow and a smirk. “Yeah?”

You pull the blanket up to your chin and turn, “yeah…” you snuffle.

“Alright, I guess I just *won’t* run a bath then.” He shrugs and turns.

“Wait-“ you croak and tug on his hand. “Please I…” your scratchy throat didn’t make it any easier to swallow the last shred of pride you clung to. “That sounds nice…”

“No more sass?” His brow lowers but he looks to be fighting back a smirk.

“F-fine…” you nod and let go of his hand as you sniffle.

His lips quickly met your forehead before he went off to the bathroom. For a moment you worried about transmitting whatever you had to him till you remember Khonshu’s “gift” makes him not only heal fast and give him strength and speed. But it also means he never falls ill when the normal bugs everyone catches arrive in the spring and fall. “Must be nice.” You grumble as another bout of coughing shakes you.

“Say something?” He calls from the bathroom, his voice rising above the noise of the water.

“N-o.” You cough and roll your eyes. Sickness for days has stripped you of most patience and humor.

Time seemed to slow for the next hour or so as you fought to stay awake. The comfort of the mattress, the warmth of the blanket, Marc’s soft voice as he encourages you to stand and helps you to the bath. The heat from the water sank into your aching body as you settle in.

As the water cooled Marc lifts you from the tub, shivering and wet. “Just hang on-“ he wrapped your arms around his neck as he grabs his robe and draped it over your shoulders “- good enough come on.”

By the time you made it back to bed your teeth were chattering and body aching again. “T-thank you-“ you murmur, not looking forward to the cold sheets.

“Scoot, all the way-“ he encouraged softly before slipping in beside you and tugging you to his chest. Warmth radiated from him and sank into your feverish skin. “I’m not leavin’ till you feel better, promise-“ his voice rumbled in his chest as you laid against it.

Though doting wasn’t his strong suit, Marc stayed true to his word. Quietly one step ahead of your needs til the sickness left your body and you could show him just how grateful you were for it.

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