#this user is steven grant

[thesnakesuserboxes]

This User Is Steven Grant!

[lesuccube]

➚ 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 : ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢʀᴀɴᴛ — ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — just a little lip scrub magic .

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — fluff infection

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — not beta'd , constructive criticism is welcomed . reblogs and comments are appreciated .

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 — 1.2k

it's another friday night for you and steven and as per usual, the brit finds himself within the comforts of your home dressed in his comfiest pajamas he's long since left in your place, smelling much like your fabric softener, cherries and vanilla.

he's got his wild and untamed curls pushed back by a fluffy headband, a blue one to match your pink headband, and sporting a facemask that's about to hit the 15 minute mark. you were still in the bathroom, washing your face and applying oils to your skin, only halfway into your routine.

the door's been left slightly ajar, with him occasionally peeking in to keep you company or to ask how far along you were, too excited to help you put on the remaining bits of your skincare to wait for you patiently. you don't mind it, though more than half the time you'd end up splashing him with some water out of surprise. he's got pretty silent footsteps for someone as clumsy as him.

he sits on your living room couch, surfing through channels for something to watch (which definitely becomes white noise after a while since none of you pay attention to whatever's showing anyways) and settles for a 90's slasher film. he doesn't know the title but it's either that or a rom-com, something he's surprisingly not in the mood for.

he's got a nervous energy about him that he can't place, thrumming in his veins as if he's been injected an additional dose of antsiness. he fidgets in his seat and plays with the hem of his loose sweater, trying to watch but his mind pulls his focus somewhere else. you.

it's almost as if he's suddenly hyper aware of your presence, as if he hasn't been doing this with you for months now. how close you two can get and how touchy he gets anytime you're within arms length from him.

only when he feels the couch dip with another person's weight does he snap out of his daze, cheeks flushed under the sheet mask that you gingerly peel away with expert ease. steven's staring at you now, there's an emotion in his eyes you can't exactly name, or maybe you're just a little too scared to admit to yourself he's looking at you a little love-drunk.

you crumple up the used mask and place it on your coffee table next to a few items you had brought with you. unlike steven, you weren't putting on a facemask today, you had another thing in mind to cover up: your lips.

it's been cracking and drying up recently even with a thick layer of lip gloss or lip oil and you weren't about to have any of that (not when you've started catching steven stare at your lips for a while now). you rip open a new sheet, placing the too big lip mask over your own, rubbing the essence to ensure all of it gets absorbed. all the while steven's just been staring at you, watching you with rapt attention.

you struggled to laugh as you poked his nose, breaking him out of his trance as he blubbers out a string of apologies you shushed by placing a finger on his lips, being unable to speak and all, but your eyes squint with a hint of a smile. the next fifteen minutes were spent in silence, you scrolling through your phone while waiting for the time and steven finishing up the last of his own skincare routine.

once your timer goes off, you peel off the lip mask and smack your lips for extra measure. piling it on top of steven's crumpled up face sheet, you grab a tiny pink jar next for the last steo of your routine for the night: your lip scrub.

twisting the cap off, a faint scent of strawberry filling your nose. but before you can dip a finger in, steven covers the jar with a palm and a shy smile. "d'you mind if i do that for you, love?"

surprised and a little flustered, you wordlessly hand it over to steven, watching him scoot closer to you on the tiny loveseat. with a shaky gentleness, he dips his middle finger into the sugar scrub and takes a good amount, swiping the slightly rough formula over your moisturized lips.

the scrub was sticky and the scent of fruits and vanilla filled your nose, the close proximity of steven to you causes your heart to stutter and your cheeks to heat up. he looked even prettier up close.

untamed curls swept back by the headband, his usually relaxed brows knit together in absolute focus. steven's bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he concentrates on the way his finger swipes over the plushness of your own lips and his eyes, gods, his eyes.

clouded with a slight haze, a mix of emotions you can't all quite place swirling between earthy hues and in the harsh light of the tv, looks like warm chocolate

the way he looked at your lips sent a heat to your belly intensified by the way he massages the scrub over your lips with such gentleness. steven won't show the same attitude when he does his own lip scrub. the contrast has butterflies fluttering in your stomach because he's being gentle for you.

after a long, painstaking three and a half minutes (you were counting in your head to distract yourself from thinking thoughts that don't belong to your friendship), he rubs your lips clean off the sugar with a hand towel. you released a breath you didn't know you were holding, unconsciously licking your lips and tasting the sweet taste of sugar and strawberries lingering on your lips.

"thanks." you whispered, almost breathlessly, lashes fluttering as you look at steven. steven who hasn't taken his eyes off your lips not once since he asked to do your scrub. he's been staring at them with such intensity it almost knocks the breath out of your lungs.

and when he finally does look up, he looks at you with a darkened gaze, heavy with a want and desire you've never seen before. your breath hitches yet steven doesn't falter, his own breathing heavy with restraint. like he's trying not jump on your bones.

voice strained, like the act of asking his question hurt, "may i?" and aside from the clear arousal brewing within those beautiful warm eyes, lies a hint of desperation. deep down, you had a hunch saying no would crush him. he's inching closer and closer, your breaths mingling with each other, noses brushing. he looks hopeful as he is desperate.

you nod twice and steven does not hesitate to press his lips on your lips, palm on your cheek as he tilts your head like he's about devour you whole.

steven kisses like a man starved and you were the first meal he's had in a really long time. he tasted like mint toothpaste and lychee and something inherently steven, it makes you moan softly against his lips.

you pull away first to catch your breath, willing air back to your lungs but steven, sweet steven, chases after you. he can't get enough of it, the feel of your lips on his, the aftertaste of your lip scrub hanging on to your lips and he's addicted. within the first touch, he's completely and utterly addicted to you and steven thinks to himself that he may never recover from you.

"taste so sweet…" he mumbles against you, "so good, love. wanna taste more, can i? please, can i kiss you again?"

[spctrsgf]

the attack

summary: marc was no stranger to a rough fight. but what happens when one fight is a bit too much?

word count: 1.4k

warnings: language, descriptions of blood/wounds/death, marc has a panic attack, angstier than i wanted tbh but

a/n: this was supposed to be fluffy but it turned out so dark i'm sorry idk what happened

another a/n: i want to note that everyone's panic attacks look different, and i tried to factor in what ive seen from moon knight and my own experience with panic attacks to write marc's

He had to get home.

He had to get home, and fast.

His hand came to rest on the bricks of a building beside him as he heaved in a breath, instantly regretting it as sharp pain sliced across his abdomen. With bleary eyes, he looked up to meet the window of a car that held Steven. “Mate, you’re not looking great–” Marc waved him off. “I’m fine, Steven. I just have to-” he shoved himself off the wall with a grunt of effort. “Get home.”

“Please just call y/n.”

“No,” Marc huffed, his patience and energy to argue with Steven wearing painfully thin. “I’m fine.”

“Really?” Jake snorted from a window to his right. “Doesn’t look like it.”

“Fuck off, both of you.”

“Please, Marc-“ Steven tried to placate.

“I can do this by myself.”

“I’m not sure that's a good-”

“Steven!” Marc yelled, exasperated and tired. “Stop.”

The man’s only response was to duck his head with a solemn glare.

“Spector—“ 

The said man whirled on the window. “You too, Jake.”

Jake went to say more, but instead decided to put his tongue back in his mouth and prepare to take control instead.

Marc’s jaw clenched in short victory, and he moved his focus to walking. Only two more buildings. He told himself. His eyes darted every which way in a sort of frantic habit, shoulders tense in his vulnerability. Shoulders tense in the knowledge that if he were to be attacked right now, he wouldn’t make it out alive.

Deep down, he knows that Steven is right. He should call you. He’s aware that you won’t judge his strained words, won’t do anything but get to him as fast as possible. You’ll leave the engine running in your beat up Honda, dash over to where he’d since crumpled onto the ground, toss his arm over your shoulder and haul him into the car and then to your shared apartment, careful to avoid his bloody limbs from touching anything. You’ll patch him up and put him back on his feet, just like you always do.

But– something holds him back tonight. Maybe it’s the blood from the cut that seems to be too deep, something that the suit should have protected him from. Maybe it’s Khonsu’s lying words that ‘it’ll be a quick one tonight, worm.’ Maybe it’s the fact that he let the man’s words get to him, let them crawl under his skin and make a permanent home in his brain. 

Marc Ssspector.

He shook his head, trying to stop the memories before they started.

I heard about your childhood. Tragic, really.

He was nearly there now, maybe a building or two away.

Your brother’s death must’ve cut you deep, knowing that it was your fault. 

He swallowed down his panic.

And then what? Your brother dead, your mother abusive, your father nothing but a shell of a man.

His hands started to shake. Not good, not good, he told himself, he cannot be having a panic attack right now.

No wonder Khonsu wanted you. How easy it must’ve been to take a trainwreck like you in, to make you do all of his dirty work. 

Marc’s breaths became labored as he tried to shove down his pain, both wound and the sharp ended words.

But did Khonsu ever really want you at all?

Marc’s eyes fell to his feet in frustration and in shame. 

Did Layla ever really want you at all?

All he had to do was move his right foot up and forward. Why was it so hard?

Did y/n ever want you at all?

His vision swam with tears as he let them fall down his face, angry and sad and panicked. 

Does anyone ever really want you at all?

He fell to his knees, letting out a yelp of pain.

It was at this moment he realized he might be dying.

He’d done it twice, and he could do it again. It seemed probable. At the moment, being free of his mind and his pain was sounding increasingly appealing. No more guilt, no more trauma, no more Khonsu, no more people taking his heart and shattering it on the floor. 

But as he feels his head go light and his vision rim with white, the only thing he can think of is you. You and your bright smile and perfect eyes and the way you got him, the way you were always there for him and his alters. Steven and Jake too met the front of his mind as he thanked whatever was out there that brought him such amazing people to surround himself with. 

– ✮ –

When Marc came to, he wasn’t in that boat he’d been on with Steven nor was he met with the dirty ground of the street outside his apartment building. No, he was in a bed, his bed. Which meant he was home, in his house. Which meant–

You came strolling in then, and he drank up the sight of you like a man who’d been starved of water. You were wearing one of your typical comfy Saturday outfits, when you’d sit on the couch and write or doodle while he watched some sport lazily, your head on his shoulder and his heart in your hands. Your eyes met his, and they all but softened as he watched you recognize that it was him. You were by his side in a second, holding him down by his shoulders as he tried to sit up. “Don’t do that, Marc, you’re still healing.”

The events hit him like a truck. Being hurt, the man, Steven telling him to call you, the attack, blacking out.

“How am I alive right now?” Was the only thing he could get out of his mouth as you sighed. “From what I know, Jake took over and called me. I managed to get you to the hospital because I didn’t think I’d be able to patch you up,” you sucked in a breath harshly, and Marc’s hand met yours with a squeeze of support, of sorry. “I was so scared, Marc. There was so much blood and even Jake was barely managing to get his words out–”

“Hey,” He winced, but still moved his hand to cup your jaw and grab your gaze. “I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.”

You snorted. “Shoulda thought about that before you tried to walk home while bleeding out of your fucking abdomen.”

“I thought I could get home.”

“Yeah, good going on—“ you stopped abruptly, taking a deep breath and recentering your mindset. “I’m sorry, Marc. I’ve just been worried about you and everything that happened, and I couldn’t do anything about your wound and sitting in that waiting room— which felt like an asylum with how white it was— for what felt like years for the doctors to help you was the most anxiety inducing thing I’ve ever experienced. But it’s okay, you’re fine, I’m fine, everything is gonna be fine.”

Marc’s thumb brushed tenderly across your cheekbone to catch fallen tears, brows knit in worry. “You’re right, I’m here.”

“Please,” your voice was a whisper as you lent into his hand. “Please never do that to me again.”

“I won’t.”

“Please, I know it's hard to ask for help. I know real well from experience that it’s hard. But it’s worth it. It’s worth it not to watch you attached to whatever the fuck they put you on in the hospital, not to collapse onto the ground a block away in excruciating pain. Right?”

“Right.” Marc nodded.

“I love you.” You said those words as if you could lift any of his worries and insecurities and carry them into the sky above.

“I love you too.” His hand slid to cup the back of your neck, pulling you down to meet his smiling lips.

[hotjaneaustenmenpoll]

Round Three Round Up!

In Round Three we were seeing double as 6 out of our 8 pairs were put against their alternative selves and we asked why not pit two bad bitches against each other ?

In the only match-up where the newer version won out we lost another one of our tournament's Mr Knightleys as you declared that riding through rain, willing to ride through worse was not enough to win your hearts - instead he must have a proper understanding of muslin! And so Mr Tilney (2007) became our first Quarter-finalist.

Mr Knightley (1996) was not alone in taking his leave of us as your votes decided that Johnny Flynn's Mr Knightley (2020) was too blonde badly done compared to Mr Knightley (2009) and must go!

Mr Elliot (2022) will be likely soon spotted in town with a Mrs Clay on his arm as though he may have proved himself the hottest of the Persuasion (2022) men he was no match for Colonel Brandon (1995). Joining him in bad-boy exile is Willoughby (2008) who could not beat the man best known as Emma Thompson's husband leaving Willoughby (1995) as the last libertine standing.

In another win for Sense and Sensibility (1995) Edward Ferrars (1995) proved that while a Wet Shirt scene written by Andrew Davies might have worked once, Dan Stevens chopping wood in the rain was too blonde not enough to prevail against Hugh Grant and the power of being married to Emma Thompson in any universe, real or imagined.

Captain Wentworth (1995) also sailed through against his 2007 counterpart as the voters told us once again that they hated blonde men if it was made in '95 that man was staying alive for another round and so Captain Wentworth (2007) becomes only a gallant Captain Wentworth, in a small paragraph at one corner of the newspapers.

In one of our tightest run polls that went back and forth several times it was Bingley Vs Bingley but in another win for the '95 contingent - the curly hair clinched it and Mr Bingley (1995) proved the victor.

And of course I must end with the biggest poll of the week, breaching the walls of our little tournament to be voted on by 28,987 tumblr users, the poll that ended in a most well deserved 50/50 split, Mr Darcy Vs Mr Darcy. How could anyone vote for THAT Mr Darcy you yelled at each other - HAND FLEX! WET SHIRT! you cried! But when push came to shove despite 14,484 of you declaring that you loved him most ardently 14,503 of you had decided he was the last man on earth who you could ever be prevailed upon to marry and left that wet cat out in the rain. And so, though we offer him a most cordial curtsey we must say goodbye to a very worthy loser Mr Darcy (2005).

Thank you for all the excellent propaganda sent in - I will be taking a days break before putting up the Quarter-final polls, giving you until Thursday to send in any propaganda you want included on the main poll posts and me time to add it! But for now we must once again say...

Farewell Gentlemen!

[minigirl87]

Masterlist

Welcome to my master list. It will almost be a year since I started writing fanfiction with help and encouragement from @melodygatesauthor, Mel's stories, and art are amazing.

I'm a bit of a quirky bohemian, witchy 30s something female.

I am currently only writing for the Oscar Isaac fandom, but I am hoping to venture further by the end of this year, so I will keep this updated.

The first movie I saw starring Oscar was Inside Llewyn Davis because I loved the ginger cat (I'm a crazy cat lady, and I sometimes include my furball in my works). Then the short movies Lighting face and Ticky tacky on Venmo. And then I was really hooked when he played Poe Dameron (I love Star Wars. My first crush was Luke Skywalker).

I hope you enjoy reading my stories as I had writing them.

P.s. Please feel free to message me, I'm a bit forgetful, so nothing personal if I don't respond right away.

⚠️🔞 I can not state this enough. Most of my work is NSFW and is 18+. 🔞⚠️

Marc Spector

Peaches and Cream

My Favourite Study Buddy

Happy Anniversary Marc

Steven Grant

I see you, I’ve always seen you with Steven Grant

Lavender & Mint

Ice is the only hard thing (MK bingo)

Jake Lockley

ROSEMARY & TIME

Third times, the charm

Layla el Faouly

Sugar & Spice

Marc, Steven & Jake

It's ok, love, we're here

We love you, and as such, we take care of you

Richard Muñoz

The push broom (Halloween)

I'm always here for you

Llewyn Davis

MoonRiver and Me

Soon

Steven Grant

MINE prt 1

Mine prt 2

Damaged goods & no returns Chp.1

Laird Leto

The Laird & The Lassie Prt 1 Au

FO Poe Dameron

New Toy part one

New Toy part two

FO Poe Dameron

New Toy part three (Coming soon)

Please feel free to send an ask or message if you are interested in a request. Please send the characters' names and details you want put in. More details help me to build they story better. I write for most Oscar Isaac fandom.

Please feel free to add your user name to my taglist to keep updated.

Banner by me and deviders by @cafekitsune

[aliorsboxostuff]

MALE!READER WRITING REQUESTS OPEN!

Come check out my works bellow!

I've seen how devastatingly little male!reader fics are in my big fandoms, and as a gay man i feel like i should provide us with said fics! Which is why I'm opening my ask box for any and all male!readers and gn!readers requests! (Including anon requests!)

RULES:

I WON'T ACCEPT FEMALE!READER FICS REQUESTS. I’m a trans-masc genderfluid, so male!Readers or gn!Readers are the ones that I usually write and am comfortable with. It’s hard looking for male!reader fics, especially in female-dominated fandoms, that's why I'm opening requests for any and all sad and touch-starved dudes out there! If these don't fit your preferences then you are free to leave, and if you're a female user/reader entering my blog, I hope you remain respectful about the fics I write or get requests for, thank you.

NOTE: I NEVER USE ANY FORM OF Y/N IN MY FICS. Please be aware that i write based on my current fixations. Fixations may vary in how much i want to write them so i’ll be ranking from the MOST interested to the LEAST interested but will write. Please be patient in waiting for your fics as i, sadly, have IRL work to worry about too! 

What i will write:

male!reader

gender-neutral reader

Ftm! Reader

Smut 

Platonic or Romantic relationships

Kid!reader (ONLY platonic-parental relationships)

angst

fluff

comfort

headcanons

nsfw alphabets

drabbles

Series

Age gap (CHARACTERS MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 19)

What I Won't write:

female!reader

underage characters (anyone under 17)

necrophilia

real people

pedophilia

Omorashi

age play

rape/non-con

incest

offensive/harmful things

THE CHARACTER LIST!

Current immediate fixation:

HOUSE MD (Up to s2)

Gregory House 

James Wilson

Robert Chase

Lisa Cuddy

PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Ezra (prospect)

Joel Miller

Javi Gutierrez

Javier Peña

Frankie Morales

Whiskey (Kingsman)

MORTAL KOMBAT 1

Johnny Cage

Kenshi Takahashi

Tomas Vrbada

Syzoth

HONKAI STAR RAIL

Boothill

Welt

Sampo

Gallagher

Dr. Ratio

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Satoru Gojo

Nanami Kento

Higuruma Hiromi

Ryoumen Sukuna

Yuuji Itadori (Fluff)

Toge Inumaki (Fluff)

Less interested (but will write) Fixations:

TOP GUN 86’ & TOP GUN: MAVERICK

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

COD MODERN WARFARE II

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' Mactavish

König

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor (RK800)

Nines (RK900)

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Chris Knight (Real Genius)

Hannibal (NBC)

The Corinthian (Netflix Sandman)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE4 Remake)

Luis Serra (RE4 Remake)

Understand that these are all works of fiction; I am perfectly fine with writing for topics including mafias, mobs, murder, organized crime, war, mental illness, abuse, etc.; but please do not romanticize them in any way. Reading it is fine; please don't romanticize them in your head.

If any of this provided information may seem confusing or have any questions, feel free to drop a DM and I will explain further! I will try to post fic requests as regularly and as fast as I can!

For refrence, these are fics i've written and uploaded to my AO3!

Steven Grant/Male Reader fluff

XMEN Family Pride Fic

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #1

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #2

Deadpool/Male Reader Fluff Confession

Deadpool/Ftm Reader Smut

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader Fluff

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader sunshine x grumpy

Tangerine/Male Reader Fluff/Angst Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader (Escort Fic) Mature

Tangerine/NB Reader Teen&Up

Tangerine/Gender-Fluid Reader (Coming out fic)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Husband Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Ellie Fluff

Joel Miller & Kid Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Tess Fluff a bit Angst

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Fluff slight Angst

Din Djarin/Boyfriend Reader Smut

And the Short Fics/Drabbles on Tumblr!

Pulse (Tangerine/M!reader)

Deep Dive (Namor/M!reader)

Hold Tight (Tangerine/gn Reader)

Ner Mesh'la (Din Djarin/Male Reader)

Trinkets (Kurt Wagner/Gender-fluid Reader)

"Anythin' you wanna be." (Hobie Brown & Ftm Reader)

Little Nap! (Meows Morales Drabble)

Anyone that starts an argument about me writing exclusively for men and gender neutrals alike will get a very passive-aggressive and sarcastic reply to your request. There is an abundance of female!readers fics and writers who provide them; I am just here for people that takes a whole day searching for good male!reader fics. IF you do start an unnecessary rant about my fics or my writing preferences at a given moment; I’ve been in fandom spaces for the last 7 years of my life and run on pure manic adrenaline, I will throw hands. 

Without further ado, REBLOG TO TELL ALL DUDES! I OPEN MY FLOOD GATES! WELCOME ALL MALE!READER REQUESTS!

[moonluvin]

eyes don’t lie - steven grant.

pairing: dark!steven grant x female reader

summary: in which steven grant - a local librarian, develops a fixiation on y/n - a frequent library user. steven inserts himself into y/n’s life in an attempt to grow close to her. however, just as things are looking up for steven, the green eyed monster chooses to visit.

warnings: angst – protective steven grant, and jealous!reader slightly jealous!steven grant, fluff – steven being the sweetheart that he always is, librarian!steve grant, smut (minors dni) soft yandere!steven grant?, possessive, penetrative seggs (wrap it before you tap it), fondling of the boobies, good old make out sessions, breeding kink?, oral – female and male receiving, fingering, age gap (reader is early 20′s & steven is early 30′s), ooc!steven grant, steven grant centric.

a/n: this needs to be edited.

word count: 6.2k.

minors/ageless blogs dni.

masterlist

His gaze was a blend of curiosity and desire, it lingered on your features with unwavering devotion. Eyes secured, he sees beyond the surface, perceiving your soul's every hue. His lips, curved in a soft smile, speaking volumes of adoration.

Many would label his gaze one of a man in love – which for Steven was true.

He first noticed you when he was working the graveyard shift at the library. You came in with textbooks in your hand and your laptop bag over your shoulder. Finding a place at the far end of the library, you took out your laptop and opened your textbook.

Steven stood at the bookcase he was setting books on and admired your beauty from afar. That night, his eyes flickered with a fixation on you.

The last thing he expected that night was for you to approach him in need of something, and as you did, he listened to you with a soft smile on his lips. However, that smile concealed his dark growing desires. Beneath his nervousness was a whirlwind of possessiveness, waiting to consume you.

Rationality settled in quickly and he found himself stuttering out a reply to you and helping you in locating the book you needed. From the corner of his eye, he could see you following him between bookcases that towered over the both of you. He could have you in that moment if he wanted.

“H-here we go,” he stammered taking the book of the shelve and holding it out for you to take.

“Thank you so much,”

As you took the book from his hold, your fingers briefly brushed against his – sending a jolt of electricity to Steven. He concealed the reaction with a smile to you.

You soon turned around and returned to your seat. Using the rest of your time in the library to complete whatever work you had.

Steven knew little information about you, but craved to know more about you.

That was when the real infatuation had begun.

You were now a regular at the library, choosing to complete college work there or spend your spare time to read. You deemed it to be better than your college library where people chose to hook up and mess around.

Steven Grant, the librarian you made friends with, had become close to you. He was a few years older than you, but his presence in the library had made the place livelier to you.

“Hello Steven,” you whispered to him as you walked to the counter he worked at. You had two hot drinks with you, one for him and the other for you.

Steven’s heart fluttered at your voice, as he turned to you, his eyes took in your attire. It was cold outside, and you were dressed in a short sleeve black top and grey sweatpants.

“Hello darlin’. Aren’t you cold?” he noticed the goosebumps that littered your skin and gazed at them with furrowed brows.

He tended to notice everything about you.

“A little, I didn’t get to check the weather before leaving,” you shrug your shoulders and hand Steven his hot drink.

Oh no.

He couldn’t have you catching a cold.

“Thank you,” he said grateful and set the drink down on the counter. He grabbed his jacket which he brought with him and walked around the counter to drape it around your shoulders. You were about to protest, but Steven beat you to it.

“No, I’ll be havin’ none of tha’. You can use this and keep warm. Temperatures are going to drop the rest of the evenin’,” he stood behind you with his hands still on your shoulders.

The smell of your vanilla body wash and lotion invaded Steven’s senses. It was intoxicating how sweet you smelled. He breathed you in one last time before coming in your line of sight.

A smile of appreciation had adorned your face.

“What would I do without you?” you joked and met his gaze.

He nervously chuckled, trying to ignore his fluttering heart and looked to the contents occupying your other hand.

“Got important work to do? You’re usually not here this early,” he wondered out loud with furrowed brows.

As much as he knew you were intelligent and hardworking, he didn’t like how stressed you were sometimes.

“Not work, but tutoring. I’ve got to tutor this guy in my class. My professor wants a 100% pass rate and expects me to try and help,” you complain to him. He could see your disdain for it as you rolled your eyes.

“I see. Will you be stayin’ later? I don’t have the night shift and wouldn’t wan’ you to walk home alone,” he said trying to divert his attention from the fact you would be tutoring a guy.

One of the things Steven did to spend as much time with you as possible was to always work the night shift so he would have the chance of walking you home… and to also use it as time to silently admire you – but you didn’t need to know about the latter.

“I’ll head home around 6. My roommate is gone for the weekend, and I don’t want to leave the apartment unattended for too long,” you explain before taking a sip of your drink.

“Alrighty, I get off at tha’ time. I can meet you here when you’re done? Give you a walk home?” he asked with hopeful eyes.

“I’ll see you then,” you say with a kind smile and make your way to your designated place.

Making his way back behind the counter, he takes a sip from the drink you got him while he watches you.

It tasted exactly the way he liked it.

He wanted to hurt him…

Steven was never someone who was familiar with the green-eyed monster, but right now his eyes glimmered with a trace of green. His jaw clenched, and brows gathered – showing the storm of jealousy growing within.  

The guy you were tutoring was a touchy fellow. His hands shouldn’t be around your shoulders, and he shouldn’t be leaning in that close to you, it’s a library and there wasn’t noise preventing him from hearing you speak.

He watched you tutor that arrogant lad and knew from your body language that you wanted to be anywhere else but there. The awkward eye contact you made with him a few times indicated that.

He looked to the clock and saw that there were barely 10 minutes left till 6pm.

You had started to pack your things and glanced over to Steven, who waved at you with a small smile. You walked over to him with the guy trailing behind. Steven walked towards you with his own laptop bag on his shoulder, he smiled at the fact you were now properly wearing his jacket.

Something about you wearing his clothes stirred his fixation on you further.

“Ready to go?” you asked in a whisper and stood closer to Steven and gazed up at him.

The way you whispered to Steven was different from previous times; he knew something was wrong.

“Yeah, darlin’. Ready when you are,” he looked to your lips and then your eyes, checking to see if he could tell what was troubling you.

The sound of someone clearing their throat caught your attention before you could answer him.

You both look to the guy.

“Can I help you?” Steven’s voice filled the silence, his hand making its way to your waist and pulling you closer to him. Instinctively, you lean into him.

“Just wanted to say bye before leaving,” he said with a smug grin.

You raised a brow at his words and watched him with an annoyed look.

“Bye,” you said in a monotone.

He walked away with a wave while Steven watched him like a hawk till he was out of view.

“Is everythin’ okay?” he asked you, placing his hand on your chin to tip your head up so you could meet his eyes.

“I-I think so,” you say with a stutter.

Steven knew you weren’t okay.

“Come on, let’s stop at tha’ café before I walk you home, yeah?” he asked to try and bring your spirits back up.

You hum in response and rest your head on his shoulder as the two of you walk out of the library. It was unusual for you to be a touchy person, but with Steven it felt natural.

If you were comfortable with him then that means you trust him, right? That’s how he saw it.

It was indeed cold, like Steven had said, but you were lucky enough to be warmed up by Steven’s jacket. The café wasn’t far from the library, so you were looking forward to the warm embrace the café would have.

“Thank you, for what you did back there,” you thank him as you entered the café.

Soft, amber lighting greets you within the café. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee encloses the air, inviting you into a haven of warmth and relaxation.

When you both approach the counter and ordered whatever beverages and treats you wanted, Steven insists on paying for it, but you make a deal of buying him something next time.

“You wanna find a table to have these at?” he asked, glancing around the busy café.

“Is it okay if we have these at my place? I hope you don’t mind,” you say to him with a tight-lipped smile.

“Oh darlin’, you didn’t even have to ask. Of course, we can,” he assures you.

You didn’t want to be a bother, and Steven didn’t see it as that at all. When he saw you avoiding his eyes, he reached up and tucked your hair out of your face and made him look at him.

“I mean it, whatever makes you comfortable,” he insisted.

Your face was so close to his that if you moved up slightly more, your nose would brush against his. He was so tempted to kiss you in that moment, but he knew that even though you plagued every thought in his mind, day and night – he needed to take things slow with you. He had already made so much of progress in getting close to you.

“You promise?” you hold out your pinky for him.

“I promise,” he answered and locks your pinky with his.

Soon you found yourself closing the door to your apartment and turning toward Steven, who stood in awe, taking in your living space.

“Sorry for the mess,” you state feeling embarrassed and walk to the kitchen to leave the beverages and treats on the counter.

“It’s perfectly fine, darlin’. You should see my place,” he said with an awkward chuckle.

When you briefly turned away from him, Steven found himself cringing at his words. There could only be one explanation for this, you made him nervous. Steven would become a blushed, stammering mess when it came to speaking to you sometimes.

“You can make yourself comfortable in here, I’ll just have a quick shower and join you so we can finally get to eating?” you asked glancing at the clock.

It was only 6:30pm and you would make it quick in the bathroom.

Steven nodded at your words with a smile. He couldn’t bring himself to answer you verbally, because all he could think about was the fact you would be naked, in the next room.

Many nights went by where Steven would have to use his imagination and fuck his hand to the thought of you. He felt himself growing aroused and knew he had to divert his thoughts elsewhere.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” you say and walk to your room to retrieve your clothes and a towel before making your way to the bathroom which was down the hallway.

Steven found himself sitting on the two-seater couch in your living room, your apartment was simple. An open plan kitchen and living room with big windows facing a quiet street, along the kitchen was a hallway with 3 doors. First was your room, then the bathroom and down the hall was your roommate’s room.

The sound of the shower could be heard in the apartment. Steven looked out the windows in an attempt to divert his arousal. However, that didn’t stop his thoughts from wandering to what you looked like in the shower as water poured down your body.

The imagery didn’t seem to want to leave his mind, his right hand trailed down to his clothed growing erection. He palmed himself slightly, at the back of his mind he knew it was wrong, it was too big of a risk, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

His mind wondered.

What would your mouth feel like around him? Would you be able to fit all of him into your mouth? Would you allow him to fuck your face? Would you play with yourself while his cock was in your mouth?

A whimper left his lips, he knew his cock was most likely building precum at the tip, if it was one thing Steven enjoyed most about his ‘happy time’ – it was edging himself. His mind wondering to all sorts of scenarios and ways he could use your body for yours and his pleasure.

His head was lulling against the back of the couch and his thighs were spread as he palmed himself.

When the sound of the shower suddenly disappeared, he hastily sat up and put a pillow in his lap to hide his now obvious arousal. Soon you stepped out of the shower, freshly clothed and your hair slightly damp.

“Told you I’d be quick,” you said walking toward the kitchen counter. You took out two plates and put one of each item you got from the café. Steven had already left your drinks on the living room table. You brought over the plates and sat next to him.

“Thank you,” he said with a warm smile, to which you replied with a smile.

“So, tomorrow is Saturday. You got any plans?” you asked, trying to make some small conversation.

“I’m off tomorrow, so most likely a late morning if I can get any sleep tonight,” he chuckled. Steven’s sleeping habits was no secret between the two of you. One day at the library you noticed how tired he was, and when you expressed concern, he explained it all to you.

“You don’t seem as tired as usual. I assume you’re getting good sleep?”

The question hangs in the air for a moment. To Steven, the only way he could get a good night’s sleep was after he masturbated to the thoughts of you, but that wasn’t something he could tell you.

“You could say that. I figured out a way to ease my mind…” he said trying to hide his dazed smile.

You smiled at his words, to you it meant he was doing better and taking care of himself.

Oh, how innocent you were indeed. Always being so caring for others.

You both went on to talk about mundane things, which include your college life, and his work like. Your plates were now clean from any treats and long forgotten on the living room table.

A yawn left your lips, and you took a glance at the clock on the wall. It was nearing 8pm.

“It’s quite late, you should stay the night,” you say facing Steven.

As much as your words excited Steven, he couldn’t spend the night since he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep under the same roof as you. At least not yet.

“It’s not tha’ late. If I leave now, I can make it home in a jiffy, darlin’,” Steven explained waking from the couch. The pillow on his lap fell and your eyes went to the very obvious erection he had, but you quickly looked away before he could notice.

You rubbed your thighs together to rid yourself of the ache between your legs. Steven did notice that but assumed you were cold, you couldn’t be aroused, right?

“Are you sure?” you say diverting his attention away.

“Positive,” he breathed and clasped his hands together. “I best be off then. Thank you for the lovely evenin’, darlin’. I hope you’re feelin’ better now,” he stated, recalling how you felt from earlier events.

“Much better, all thanks to you,” you got up from the couch and stood next to him as he picked up his shoulder bag.

You both walked towards the door, Steven let you walk before him, admiring the view of your ass. Savouring it in his memory for later.

“Message me as soon as you get home, okay?” you say to him as he steps out.

“I will,” he assures you with a smile.

Next, you do something that Steven least expected. You stepped forward, settling your hands around his neck, causing his hands to settle on your waist. You hugged him tightly, making his cock brush against your thigh. A good minute passed by before you stepped away from him and placed a sweet kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you,” you say to him one last time.

Steven’s heart raced with an intoxicating mix of ecstasy and pride. He felt an intense yearning for you. The small kiss had fueled his deep attachment, amplifying his infatuation.

The smile that graced his lips had brought one to yours.

“Good night,” was all he managed to say before turning and walking away. If he were to stand there any longer, he’d make his way back into your apartment, with you thrown over his shoulder.

That night as Steven lay in bed and got off to the pleasure of envisioning you in the shower, you had done the same by thinking of his arousal.

Hand between your thighs, mind foggy with the thoughts of the sheer size that Steven had been hiding.

You were attracted to him from the moment you asked him for help in the library, but why would someone like Steven want someone like you? You were younger than him and came with a life that barely started yet.

For now, you would take whatever you could get from him.

Monday approached quickly and you were looking forward to seeing Steven after attending your classes for the day. The last you spoke to him was when he messaged you that he had reached home on Friday.

You walked into the library with the intention of speaking to Steven about his weekend, however you were met with the sight of Steven talking to someone else. An unfamiliar woman who stood too close to him for your liking.

“Oi y/n! Sweetheart,” he said cheerily and waved you over.

You smiled at him and made your way to over.

“Hi,” was all you said as you assessed the women beside Steven from head to toe.

“I want you to meet Layla, she’s new to the library staff,” he explained and motioned to Layla.

“Nice to meet you,” you say to her with a tight-lipped smile.

She had reciprocated your kindness and greeted you. Your eyes made their way to Steven who was looking at Layla happily.

A pang of hurt bloomed in your chest and you very quickly wanted to exit the situation.

“I have some work to do, so I’ll just be over there,” you said kindly and excused yourself with a smile. However, Steven noticed the smile hadn’t quite been the same as the many ones you gave him before.

He watched your retreating figure with furrowed brows.

“I don’t think your girlfriend is happy with me working with you,” Layla had chuckled humourlessly.

“She’s not my girlfriend… yet,” Steven whispered the last part to himself.

You observed Steven’s interactions with Layla. They seemed to be very chatty in a place that was meant to be quiet. You decided it would be best to concentrate on your work and get it done.

That didn't stop your eyes still seemed to find their way to Steven and Layla. Sometimes she would brush her hands on his shoulder, smile at him widely and laugh a little too much at his jokes.

As Steven was stacking books on a bookcase near you, he watched as you began to pack away your books. He looked at the time and saw that it had only been an hour since you were here.

Immediately, he made his way to you.

“Are you leavin’?” he asked in a hushed tone.

You nodded in confirmation.

“Use your words sweetheart,” he encouraged, placing a hand on your chin so you could meet his gaze.

“Yes,” you breathed and stood up.

“So soon?” he wanted to know more than just that.

“I had a long day, need to sleep,” you explained and gave him a small smile. He nodded at your words and walked with you toward the exit with his hand resting on the small of your back.

“Message me when you get home, yeah?” he mimicked your words from Friday night.

“Okay. Good night, Steven,” you said and walked away without another word.

10 minutes later you had messaged him a thumbs up emoji to say you had reached home.

This was different from your usual ‘reached home xx’ texts.

Taking a deep breath in, Steven chose to give you the benefit of the doubt and trust your words.

Jealousy

Was what you felt each time you were in the library that week. You couldn’t concentrate on your work. You knew Steven’s eyes were on you each time you were there. You had essentially been avoiding him and keeping communication to a minimal.

The insecurities had begun surfacing each time you saw Layla and him interact. She was someone closer in age to Steven and they complimented each other by standing beside one another.

The crush you were harbouring for him had boiled over and now you were left to tend to the burns on your own.

Steven and Layla had been nearby talking about an interest they both had in common. The more they spoke about it, the louder they became.

“I could talk about it for hours; I love Egypt and anything about it. Maybe we could go to the museum nearby, they have an excellent exhibit-“

That was all you needed to hear him say before you packed your things and walked out of the library without so much as a glance his way.

Steven watched, speechlessly, as you walked out of the library. Your recent actions were something new to him.

The first sign of you withdrawing from him was the absence of the hot drink you would usually get him. It wasn’t something he necessarily needed to have. Though, when it stopped, it felt like he was out in the cold without your warmth.

This is why he found himself outside of your apartment, with flowers in his hand. He was nervous to knock on your door, feeling that if he made his presence known then you may get the impression that he was overstepping your boundaries, but he couldn’t concentrate on anything after you left.

So, his knuckles padded on your apartment door, gently.

He heard shuffling in the apartment, knowing it had to be you.

The door opened and revealed you in your pyjamas.

“Steven?” you said surprised.

“Hi,” he greeted with grin.

“What’re you doing here?” you asked curiously eyeing the flowers.

“Came to check on you… these are for you,” he said handing the flowers to you.

“Thanks?... Come in while I put these in a vase,” you instruct him and walk into your apartment and into the kitchen.

He closed the door and followed you inside – standing on the opposite side of the kitchen counter, facing you. The apartment was filled with your scent like it previously was.

“Uh… I came to check if you were okay? Y’know, with how abruptly you left earlier.” he was trying to pry answers out of you.

“Yeah uh... I had a group project to do,” you said trying to come up with an excuse, which Steven did not believe just from looking at you.

“Is everything okay?... between us?” he flat out asked, not wanting to beat around the bush anymore.

“Why wouldn’t things be okay?” your tone had increased slightly.

“Because darlin’. I can read you like an open book,” he stated, walking around the counter and towards you. He stopped when he was a few mere centimeters away.

“I’ve just been busy and tired,” you explain, looking down and away from him.

“Speak to me,” he said, holding your hands in his, angling his face so you could meet his gaze.

He needed you to be direct with him. He yearned for your eyes to be on him.

“I didn’t want to impose…” you sigh out softly.

“Impose on what?” he asked with furrowed brows.

“You and Layla,” you stated, barely over a whisper.

“What makes you think you would be imposing, darlin’?” he made you look up at him by tilting your head upward.

“I mean, you two obviously like each other-“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa… where’d you get tha’ thought from? We’re only co-worker,” he laughed at the thought of him and Layla together.

Couldn’t you see that you were all he wanted?

“But you get on so well,” you say peering up at him.

This was the moment Steven needed to use to make his feelings known… in the most subtle way possible.

“Darlin’, has it not been apparent that you are the one I want?” his hands held your face between each other, bringing your face incredibly close to his.

The way you were looking at him with wide eyes and a slight sparkle cause every bit of control Steven had to disappear.

In a moment of tenderness, your lips gently met, firing a soft and sweet exchange. Time stood still, expressing a depth of affection. Within that kiss, you both found solace, passion, and desire.

You pulled away breathless from feeling his soft lips on yours.

“You like me?” you asked bewildered.

Steven found your reaction to be adorable.

“More than just like you, sweetheart,” he said with a chuckle and pecked your lips.

“I like you too,” you admit with a smile.

Steven’s heart raced at your words, and he couldn’t hold himself back from kissing you again. This kiss was a contrast to the previous one. His tongue entered your mouth, fighting for dominance.

A moan escaped your lips as his hands went to your waist and pulled you flush against him.

“Steven,” you moaned and pulled away.

“Sorry- I’m sorry. I just… needed to kiss you,” he explained breathless.

You smiled at his fumbled words, finding it adorable.

You looked into his eyes and saw the desire he had in them; he saw the same one mirrored in yours.

His eyes hungrily trailed down to your body, your pyjama’s doing little to hide the dip between your breasts.

“Dreamed of these for so many nights,” he murmured and got lost in his desire.

Steven couldn't resist the feeling of your body pressing against his, his hands roaming across your back and down to your thighs as he deepened the kiss.

"I want you," he whispered, his voice filled with desire as his lips trailed down your neck and collarbone. "I want to make you feel good, darlin’" He moved his hands up to your waist, gently pulling you closer as he kissed you more passionately.

"Then make me feel good," you murmur against his lips as he smiles widely at your confession. You both stumble, still lip locked, towards the couch. He positions the two of you so that he is situated above you, and you're nestled beneath him. He begins to lay kissed from your jaw to your neck.

Steven's kisses soon turned into soft nibbles as he moved down to your collarbones, making you shiver with pleasure. He gently pulled your shirt off, revealing your soft skin as he kissed his way down to your breasts. His hands roamed your body, making you feel like you were melting under his touch.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured as he took your breasts into his mouth, his tongue swirling around your nipples. The passion between the two of you was intense, and Steven was determined to make this special for you. He continued to caress your body, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your breasts as he kissed his way down your stomach.

He had the intention of using his mouth for more than just kissing your breasts.

If it’s one thing Steven would happily admit, it is that he could worship your body for hours. He wanted to memorise every small detail, as well as the ways in which to make you cum just from a mere touch.

As Steven kissed his way down your stomach, he could sense the tension building in your body. He gently parted your thighs, his fingers tracing circles on your inner thighs before finally reaching your wet pussy. He could feel the heat radiating from your core, and he knew he had to taste you.

His tongue circled around your clit, making you moan with pleasure as he gently slid a finger inside of you. The sensation was intense, and you couldn't help but cry out as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. The combination of his tongue and fingers was driving you wild, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Steven," you gasped out, your hips bucking against his mouth as you reached your climax. You were a trembling mess beneath him, your body wracked with pleasure as Steven continued to drive you wild. As you came down from your high, he crawled back up your body, his lips meeting yours in a sweet and tender kiss.

"Such a good girl," he whispered against your lips, his eyes filled with adoration as he held you close to him.

Feeling the need to show Steven your appreciation towards him. You got up from where you laid and made Steven sit upright and against the couch. You were on your knees in front of him on the floor as he watched you closely. He was wearing a white button up with some lose fitted black jeans. You let your hands roam from his thighs to chest, where you undid the buttons of his shirt. The hair on his chest became visible as well as the happy trail that led straight to his cock. You could see that he was rock hard beneath the material of his jeans. You undid the button on his jeans and let his cock free. You had every intention of having his cock in your mouth.

The sight of you on your knees in front of him was driving him wild with desire.

"God, you're so beautiful," he moaned as you licked the head of his cock, your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. You took him into your mouth, sucking him in deeply as he groaned with pleasure. You could feel him growing harder as you continued to pleasure him, your hand working in tandem with your mouth.

"Just like that," he gasped out, his hips bucking against your mouth. You were gagging around his cock as he drove it into your mouth. You were determined to fit him all the way in. The sounds he was making were encouraging you on.

As he reached his climax. You swallowed every drop of his cum, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having pleasured him so well.

He brought you back up to straddle him, you felt his cock already stiffening beneath you as you grinded into it.

Steven’s kisses were addicting and so were his moans.

“More,” you pleaded. Steven pulled back to gaze at you through hooded eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asked surprised.

“Yes, please. Need you inside me,” you begged. Steven smirked at your words and complied. Lining his cock with your pussy entrance, he rubbed the head of his cock with your arousal before you sank down, letting him fill you up.

You both moaned at the feeling. He bottomed out inside you.

“So deep,” Steven groaned through gritted teeth.

You hummed in response and slowly rocked your hips back and forth. Steven’s cock was still sensitive, and his eyes nearly rolled back into his head as he rested his head between your breasts. You chuckled at his reaction.

“Don’t tell me you’re already giving out on me, old man,” you chuckle through a moan.

Old man?

Oh no, he couldn’t have you thinking of him like that.

He let out a breath laugh as he wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you flush against him. You braced yourself on his chest as he fucked up into. The sound of skin slapping and the wet sounds coming from him fucking you were the only sound surrounding the room.

You were a moaning mess as Steven whimpered with each thrust. He had been holding out for too long. The endless night of fucking his hand had finally over took his mind.

“Please, don’t stop,” you plead as his pace picked up.

Your breath ticked his skin and he moaned at you tightened around him.

“Gonna make you mine,” he said through moans.

His hips momentarily stopped, and he slipped out of you, but before you could protest, he flipped you over. Your hands hanging over the side of the couch and he positioned you from behind.

He slammed his cock into you and your grip on the couch tightened to steady you body.

his hands went around you and started to tease circles into your clit.

“That’s it,” he whispered loud enough for you to hear.

“So close,” you moan out and start to push back on him.

He leaned forward and smiled into your hair.

“Gonna cum for me like a good girl?” he chuckled out when you moaned out a reply.

“Use your words, darlin’,” he encouraged.

“Yes… gonna be your good girl,”

Your good girl.

That was all he needed to hear before he was fucking you at a brutal pace. You knew your going to be adorned in bruises the next day, but it was fine with you as it would display his ownership over you.

Steven grunted as you tightened and came on his cock. He fucked you through it, enjoying the feel of your wet pussy. You were in a daze as he fucked your sensitive pussy, you reached around yourself and tried to pry him away from you, the overstimulation causing you to feel dizzy.

“Not done yet,” he said flipping you over and laying you on your back as he hovered over you.

“Need you to cum f’me one more time, yeah?” he rhetorically asked.

You whined at his words, but that slowly died down as his cock entered you again.

Your eyes went down to your tummy, where you saw his cock bulging with each thrust.

“See how big I am inside you, can feel my cock inside you,” he said taking your hand in his and settling on your tummy to feel his cock. Your head fell back in pleasure, knowing he was that deep inside you.

Your hand slowly made its way to your clit, rubbing in circular motions to bring you closer to your orgasm.

“Mmm. Just like that, sweetheart,” he praises and fucks you faster, resting on hand beside your head as the other holds your waist.

You match his thrusts and move your hips against his, Steven feels himself on the edge. Almost at there.

Once you feel yourself cumming again and tightening around Steven, he cums. Hard.

“Oh shit… yes y/n,” he moans and still moves his hips against yours. Fucking his cum deep inside you. When he halts his movements, he’s still deep inside you.

“Wanna keep my cum inside you,” he murmurs and relaxes against you.

“Should do this in the library next time,” he chuckled in the croak of your neck.

You both lay on the couch and catch your breath.

“So… will you go on a date with me?” he asked in that familiar nervous tone. You chuckle at his words and kiss him on the lips.

[dark-mcu-ship-tourney]

Hello!

Welcome to the Problematic MCU Ship Tournament!

This blog will pit 64 different pairings against one another. All of them are in some way “problematic”- some feature a minor and an adult, others feature incestuous pairings, others still simply have questionable or potentially abusive dynamics. Many ships combine elements of more than one.

Each day, 4 polls will be posted pitting two different ships together (for a total of 8 ships per day). You are free to vote in as many or as few of these polls as you’d like.

This blog is explicitly pro-ship and anti-censorship, and obviously features dark themes. If this is a point of discomfort for you, you are free to block this blog, I don’t bite. Hate towards anyone (and anything unreasonably rude about ships or characters) will not be published and users that send it will be blocked. Nothing explicit will be posted to this blog, regardless of the ship, so minors are free to interact if they so wish.

The bracket below shows all the ships that will be posted, as well as their first opponent. After the first round has been completed, the diagram will be updated and all of the winning ships will be pitted against one another. You can also find a typed list of all ships under the cut, for users that can’t or don’t want to read my terrible handwriting.

May the odds be ever in your (ship’s) favor!

All First Round Ships:

1. Morgan Stark x Harold “Happy” Hogan

2. Morgan Stark x James “Rhodey” Rhodes

3. Morgan Stark x Tony Stark

4. Morgan Stark x Pepper Potts

5. Scott Lang x Cassie Lang

6. Frigga Freyrdottir x Thor Odinson

7. Vision x Billy Maximoff x Tommy Maximoff

8. Wanda Maximoff x Billy Maximoff x Tommy Maximoff

9. Maria Stark x Tony Stark

10. Howard Stark x Tony Stark

11. Obadiah “Obie” Stane x Tony Stark

12. Tony Stark x Peter Parker

13. Peter Parker x Harold “Happy” Hogan

14. Tony Stark x Harley Keener

15. America Chavez x Dr. Stephen Strange

16. America Chavez x Wanda Maximoff

17. Odin Borson x Thor Odinson

18. King T'Chaka x Prince T'Challa

19. Xu Shang-Chi x Xu Wenwu

20. Marc Spector x Stephen Grant

21. Thor Odinson x Rocket Raccoon

22. Thor Odinson x Groot

23. Peter Quill x Rocket Raccoon

24. James “Bucky” Barnes x Rocket Raccoon

25. Adrian Toomes x Peter Parker

26. Dr. Otto Octavius x Peter Parker

27. Dr. Curt Connors x Peter Parker

28. Steven “Skip” Westcott x Peter Parker

29. Dr. Stephen Strange x Peter Parker

30. Quentin Beck x Peter Parker

31. James “Bucky” Barnes x Peter Parker

32. Steve Rogers x Peter Parker

33. Thor Odinson x Loki Laufeyson

34. Loki Laufeyson x Sylvie Laufeydottir

35. Princess Shuri x James “Bucky” Barnes

36. Princess/Queen Shuri x Namor/K’uk’ulkan

37. Thanos x Nebula

38. Thanos x Gamora

39. Thanos x Loki Laufeyson

40. Thanos x Tony Stark

41. Clint Barton x Kate Bishop

42. Clint Barton x Lila Barton

43. Carol Danvers x Kamala Khan

44. Monica Rambeau x Kamala Khan

45. Stephen Grant x Khonshu

46. Jake Lockley x Khonshu

47. Marc Spector x Khanshu

48. Arthur Harrow x Ammit

49. Xu Shang-Chi x Xu Xialing

50. Princess Shuri x King/Prince T’Challa

51. Billy Maximoff x Tommy Maximoff

52. Wanda Maximoff x Pietro Maximoff

53. Peter Parker x May Parker

54. Queen Ramonda x Princess Shuri

55. Queen Ramonda x King/Prince T’Challa

56. Peter Parker x Ben Parker

57. Marc Spector x Jake Lockley

58. Stephen Grant x Jake Lockley

59. Natasha Romanov x Yelena Belova

60. Gamora x Nebula

61. Odin Borson x Loki Laufeyson

62. Frigga Feyrdottir x Loki Laufeyson

63. Peter Parker x Carol Danvers

64. Peter Parker x James “Rhodey” Rhodes

[templeofvengeance]

☽ Welcome to the Temple of Vengeance! Greatest of the Great Gods, Khonshu, presiding. ☾

☽ Inbox: Open ☾

[Indie RP/Ask blog for Khonshu from the MCU's Moon Knight. Set after the show ends by default, but also open to other verses. Open for questions or threads! More info on the blog, or under the cut for mobile users.]

Updated: 11/03/24

Laws of the Temple

☽ BASICS ☾

- MUN STUFF: My name's Kew! She/they, well over 21. No triggers. I don't have DID, any attempt to portray it is based on the show/comics.

- MINORS BE WARNED: I'm not going to be super strict about weeding out minors since I don't expect things to get NSFW around here, but the show Khonshu is from does explore some darker themes for a TV-14 show. I dunno. You've been warned.

- GENERAL RP ETIQUETTE APPLIES: Don't make actions for my character without asking, don't assume past relationships/deep history without asking, don't read my character's mind (unless your character is a telepath, and even then I don't know if that works on gods), etc. - GENERAL CONTENT WARNING FOR: Descriptions of violence, religious stuff, swearing, emotional manipulation, a.bleism (especially surrounding mental health stuff.) I’ll try to tag other things as they come up. - FEEL FREE TO REBLOG MEMES FROM ME. It actually helps me remember to send stuff out. You can also reblog art/headcanons, pretty much anything except RP threads if you're not the other party!

- NOT PRIVATE, BUT SELECTIVE: I sometimes don't follow big multimuses back since I have pretty strict tastes in fandoms, and I don't want to clog my dash with characters I don't know. That doesn't mean I don't want to roleplay with you though! As for selectivity, I reserve the right to say no if things just don't click writing-wise.

- SPOILERS FOR MOON KNIGHT EVERYWHERE. There will be untagged spoilers for both the comics and especially the show. I highly recommend watching the Moon Knight TV show if you haven’t seen it! It got me into comic books and made me interested in the MCU. - That said, I haven’t seen all of the content in the MCU, not even a third of it, so I’m sorry if I get any lore details wrong.

- KHONSHU IS AN ASSHOLE. Nothing he says reflects my real views about anything. If he’s mean to you, it doesn’t mean I don’t like you or you’ve done something wrong.

- FOR OTHER MARC/STEVEN/JAKE MUSES: By default, I'll play Khonshu like he's connected to your Marc/Steven/Jake. If you want it to be dimension-hopping shenanigans (which I'm super down to do, especially for ones more heavily based on the comics) you'll have to let me know! All these interactions will be on different verses, and I don't plan to have Khonshu be 'mains' with any muses.

- FIGHTS: With extremely rare exceptions, I'm just gonna say no to fight threads. Partly because Khonshu is incorporeal and really can't be hurt or hurt anyone else directly. Mostly because fighting other muses has always stressed me out. If it's something you really want to do, we can talk about it. (This doesn't mean your character can't attack Khonshu ever, it just means it probably won't work.)

☽ MUSE INFO ☾

NAME: Khonshu OTHER NAMES: Chons, Bloody pigeon, Silly old bird (He accepts none of those) PRONOUNS: He/him HEIGHT: Varies, usually around 8-10 feet tall. WEIGHT: N/A (Incorporeal, like a ghost) AGE: Has existed since the dawn of time, so who knows.

- KHONSHU is the Egyptian god of the moon, vengeance, healing and time, among other smaller things. While he is enormously powerful in theory, he’s mostly unable to affect the physical world without use of a mortal AVATAR, dubbed his MOON KNIGHT. Those who agree to be his Avatar are granted superpowers and near-invulnerability, in exchange for agreeing to carry out his mission: Bringing vengeance against those who harm his travelers of the night.

- Khonshu is also somehow a billions-year-old grumpy baby who flips over trash cans when he doesn’t get his way.

- By default, Khonshu's current Avatar is JAKE LOCKLEY, and only Jake Lockley. But, he can also be played before the events of the show, when he (technically) has the triple threat of Jake Lockley, MARC SPECTOR, and STEVEN GRANT.

- Jake will make occasional cameos on this blog, but I wouldn't call this a dual muse. (You can request him in asks if you want.)

- Normally, only his Avatar (or Avatars of other gods) are capable of seeing/hearing Khonshu, but let’s say this blog is a holy space where he can answer your prayers questions. (In threads, we can always BS a reason your character can see Khonshu.)

- This Khonshu is HEAVILY BASED ON THE TV SHOW, which means he lacks a lot of the harsher history his comic book counterpart has. That said, as a god, he is aware of the multiverse and has at least a rough idea of what his counterparts are up to. You can ask about comic stuff, he just might have a different opinion.

- Some comic lore has been added/built upon, namely his fraught history with his father, AMON-RA. (This probably won’t come up much, but it does inform a lot of how I play the character.)

[lesuccube]

➚ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐊 𝐃 : ᴀᴜ-ᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ — ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ , ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — a treat for you and your lover .

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — fluff infection

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — not beta'd , constructive criticism is welcomed . reblogs and comments are appreciated .

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 — 0.5k

baker!steven who loves making you treats and sneaks them into your lunch bag without you knowing.

baker!steven who makes the most of his goodies gluten free but will occasionally (read: every time you ask for baked treats) indulge your request to make them sugary and sweet.

baker!steven who would spend sleepless nights in the kitchen concocting new recipes.

baker!steven who, with enough encouragement from you, opens up a shop after his sudden unemployment from the museum.

baker!steven who cried upon hearing that you had used up most of your lifesavings to get him a quaint spot downtown with a busy enough street that guarantees him a steady flow of customers.

baker!steven who promised to pay you back for your investment and won't take no for an answer which in the end resulted into agreeing to open a joint account so his 'debt' would be put to other uses like your shared responsibilities like rent, groceries and for emergencies.

baker!steven who absolutely adores his shop, making sure to keep his customers saitisfied with quality food (he has two menus, separating gluten free items for the vegan options).

baker!steven who makes friends with his regulars, chatting up with the old ladies that come in for afternoon tea and crumpets, helping college students to the best he can but absolutely enjoys it when they ask help for history subjects and entertains little children with ancient egyptian trivias and gives them tiny trinkets for free.

baker!steven who refused to serve donna when she came in for coffee after the horrible treatment she had given him when he used to work at the museum.

baker!steven who closed shop for a few hours to call you up looking for comfort because seeing donna so suddenly after finally recovering from what he had endured from her before shook him.

baker!steven who would most definitely close the bakery after lunch rush to personally visit you at work to hand you a basket full of extra baked goods to share with your co-workers.

baker!steven who loves when fall arrives because he gets to decorate the shop in fall amd halloween themes and gets to experiment baking with different pans and cookie cutters.

baker!steven who eventually experiments with learning how to make drinks so the equipment you had gotten him will be put to good use until he learns the hard way that brewing coffee is not good for his autistic brain.

baker!steven who would hire a barista instead to make the drinks and gets along with them, gives them free treats during lunch break and gives them leftovers from the day's batch.

baker!steven who eventually joins the farmers market after getting enough recognition from customers in his street and encouragement from aunties from the neighborhood.

baker!steven who had to close his stall after just a few hours because he had sold out all of his baked batches for the day.

baker!steven who 100% loves his new career path.

baker!steven who would drop by the street act he used to talk to after work hours from the museum to give him a goodie bag and a big tip just because.

baker!steven who waits for you before closing up for the day so he can dance with you between counters and tables, murmuring sweet, sweet love to your ears in between laughter and feeds you a small fresh batch of your favorite cookies before walking back to his place hand in hand with you.

[ominoose]

I would really like to know how you made your bots in C. AI I've talked to a lot of your bots already and I really like them because of how the bot is able to keep up with the story, along with them staying in character, do you have a template I can use as an inspiration for my own bots?

I cant share that sorry, my work is private and patented- jk jk.

Here's the empty template:

"Character= Character from= Age= Personality= Gender= Height= Language= Appearance= Likes= (this can be left out) Dislikes= (this too) Goals= (and this) Sexuality= race=

{character is blah blah blah}

{character is also blah blah blah.}"

What I find works best is keep this advance description as short and concise as possible while also putting their personality and the scenario in the short description.

Heres an example:

Description: I am Steven Grant, secret avatar of Khonshu and I work at a gift shop in a Museum. I love Egyptian Mythology, and currently I'm studying French. I'd love to make new friends and have someone to share my passions with. I always try to be kind and polite and avoid conflict as much as possible. Since it's such a lovely, sunny day out I'm having a vegan friendly picnic with my dear friend {{user}}! I'm eternally grateful to have them in my life, someone I can be myself around.

Advanced Description: Character=Steven Grant Character from=Moon Knight Age=34 Personality=anxious, talkative, friendly, optimistic, people pleaser, obssessive, loyal, sassy Gender=male Height=5'8 ft Language=English, French Appearance=masculine, defined features, dark brown curly hair, dark hazel eyes, dark eye bags, tanned skin Aliases=Moon Knight, Mr Knight Likes=reading, tea, walks in the park, Egyptian Mythology Dislikes=bullying, confrontation, violence Goals=Becoming Museum tour guide, Be in a relationship, Make a close friend Hobbies=watching documentaries, reading poetry, vegan home cooking, taking relaxing baths bath race=Hispanic

{Steven Grant is English and speaks with a thick, stereotypical English accent. Steven Grant is a meek and shy person, with many people pushing him around for that reason. Steven Grant rarely stands up to them despite being frustrated by it. Steven Grant has no friends or family members in his life that he can talk to. Steven Grant is quite socially oblivious. Steven Grant cares for other people's well being. Steven Grant has a strong sense of morality.}

{Steven has Dissociative Identity Disorder with two alter personalities named Marc Spector and Jake Lockley. Marc Spector is a former marine, rational and stoic. Jake Lockley is more impulsive, brutal and sarcastic. Dissociative identity disorder (DID), formerly known as multiple personality disorder, and commonly referred to as split personality disorder or dissociative personality disorder.}

{Steven Grant is often anxious. Steven Grant tends to be friendly, optimistic and open. Steven Grant at times goes on passionate tangents about his interests. Steven tries to be humorous and makes corny jokes. Steven Grant has an upbeat persona and is very open and caring around everyone. Steven Grant is very polite and chivalrous. Steven Grant is Vegan. Steven Grant doesn't mind being sassy with people he is close with}

{Steven Grant uses stereotypical British English phrases when talking very often and uses words such "Bloody hell", "Plonker", "Bruv". When people use variations of Steven's name such as Stevie or Steve, he corrects them with his actual name of Steven. When Steven corrects people he adds "with a 'v'".}

{Steven Grant's only living relative is his father and they are not on speaking terms.}

{Steven Grant takes {{user}} out on a picnic in a quiet park. The picnic is vegan friendly as Steven is vegan. Steven is friendly towards {{user}} and enjoys talking to {{user}}.}

[dearestnubivagantfawn]

𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜, 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑒! ·˚ ༘ *

୨୧ my name is faith! i’m a minor, so please don’t be creepy or you will be blocked and reported

୨୧ favourite things: poetry, autumn, horror movies, fran bow, skincare, lana del rey, nature, playing guitar, cats, baking, girlblogging, metal (mainly heavy, black and death metal, especially osdm.) gold jewellery, animal crossing, pearls, making bracelets, red dead redemption, bows, and marine life

୨୧ favourite movies & series: the virgin suicides, hilda furacão, frankenweenie, lady and the tramp, moonrise kingdom, princess and the frog, the nightmare before christmas, bambi, young sheldon, and coraline

୨୧ favourite artists: lana del rey, bathory, the smiths, jeff buckley, hekseblad, mazzy star, këkht aräkh, led zeppelin and sufjan stevens

୨୧ favourite songs: the grants, futile devices, playground love, tomorrow never came, one rode to asa bay, arcadia, going to california, and cherry blossom

୨୧ favourite books: violet bent backwards over the grass, the lovely bones, elvis and me, the virgin suicides, the bell jar, lolita, and sofia coppola archive

୨୧ please dni if you’re a nsfw blog, misogynist, racist, homophobic, etc

୨୧ i will do my best to follow back, and i make all my own posts unless i say otherwise!

[adventuremaker21]

For my story, I have come up with some brand new kwamis to help expand the worlds. You may notice that some of them aren’t from miraculous, but it does fit within those characters

User Name: Zoe Bourgoeis-Lee

Kwami name: Eek

Animal: Bat

Representing: Location

Miraculous: Bat fang necklace

Hero name: Nightflight

Weapon: Knife/dagger

Power: Sonar (shouts real loud and can “see” everything within a certain radius), Echo (can locate a specific person or thing within the Sonar range)

User Name: Steven Universe (from the chest inside Lion’s mane)

Kwami: Growll

Animal: Lion

Representing: Action

Miraculous: Lion head ring

Hero name: Leondias

Weapon: circulars

Power: willpower (copies a random miraculous power, but only from Miraculouses that are active (aka: transformed) at the moment within a certain radius. Same goes for the tool) and Concede (forces a miraculous to lose its power and automatically start its timer. Can be a different one then the one the Lion already copied)

Fun fact: this is supposed to be based off of ladylion’s miraculous, but since she doesn't exist here… it’s fair game

User Name:

Kwami name: Stiing

Animal: Scorpion

Representing: Infection

Miraculous: Tail bracelet

Hero name:

Weapon: Tail Whip

Power: Pestilence (can infect targets with a sickness that weakens them. Won’t kill enemies, but it basically breaks their spirits and forces them to retreat.) and Antibody (can cure any one of a recent status ailment, like a venom)

User Name: Anne Boonchoy

Kwami name: Leapp

Animal: Frog

Representing: Reflection

Miraculous: Lillypad locket necklace

Hero name: Lilypad (Calamity Lillypad when Anne uses both calamity and miraculous at the same time)

Weapon: Sticky elastic whip (based off a frog tongue)

Power: Apifiny (makes a target go deep in thoughts with their own reflection) and Mirror (Reflects blasts like a mirror/Reflectica. Can’t be held inwards or amplified like the tiger)

User Name:

Kwami name: Snooze

Animal: Bear

Representing: Hibernation

Miraculous: bear ear headband

Hero name:

Weapon: bear paw oven mitts

Power: Indulge (can absorb a ton of food/power and use it to supercharge, but afterward, is forced to take a 5-minute nap)

User Name: Luz Noceda

Kwami name: Jelli

Animal: Owl

Representing: Information

Miraculous: Owl Claw Ring

Hero name:

Weapon: Dreamcatcher on a stick (like a tennis racket)

Power: Study (can observe anything, and instantly understand how it works, how it’s made, and everything in between

User Name:

Kwami name: Jolly

Animal: Reindeer

Representing: Disposition

Miraculous: Missile toe earring (singular)

Hero name:

Weapon: Candy Cane hook staff

Power: List Making (summons a box present and gives it to a person. Depending on how pure their heart is, it either grants them a bonus power, weapon, or relieves them off any debuffs. If heart is not pure, then it takes away stuff or nerfs the enemy) Twice Checking (makes another present, hoping for a second chance)

User Name:

Kwami name: Slogg

Animal: snail

Representing: Consideration

Miraculous: snail shell hair clip

Hero name:

Weapon: bladed fan

Power: Delay (slows everything around them down, thus speeding the user up), and slowdown (traps a target in a slowed pace, unable to defend)

User Name:

Kwami name: Bucee

Animal: Beaver

Representing: Modification

Miraculous: wooden looking Goggles

Hero name:

Weapon: worker hammer

Power: Alter (can alter anything to be anything else), and workforce (can take control of a bunch of people and make them work into building a giant thing that helps everyone)

User Name:

Kwami name: Nook

Animal: Raccoon

Representing: Acquisition

Miraculous: left hand panjas bracelet

Hero name:

Weapon: tail themed hook cane

Power: Swipe (can steal anything within sight), and Switch (can replace anything with another thing, as long as they’re pretty much equal in mass)

User Name: Ondine

Kwami name: Gullp

Animal: Axolotl

Representing: Regeneration

Miraculous: horn headband

Hero name: Axolotl

Weapon: hook swords

Power: Healing (can heal the user or anyone else from severe injuries, but cannot bring back the dead), and repair (can repair broken objects to its orignal state)

Thanks to @gamerknight7310 for helping me come up with the raccoon, reindeer, and beaver Miraculouses

[spacefinch]

Characters with the most Disabled Swag

(according to me, an autistic person)

General Amaya (Dragon Prince-- deaf)

Ingo and Emmet (Pokemon BW; autistic-coded)

Toph Beifong (Avatar: The Last Airbender-- blind)

Clint Barton/Hawkeye (Marvel comics-- deaf)

Percy Jackson (ADHD + dyslexic)

Annabeth Chase (ADHD + dyslexic+ autistic-coded)

Leo Valdez (ADHD + dyslexic)

Shellington (Octonauts-- autistic-coded)

Peso (Octonauts-- anxiety)

Callum (Dragon Prince-- autistic-coded)

Ezran (Dragon Prince-- autistic-coded)

Bucky Barnes (Marvel-- amputee)

Phoebe Terese (Magic School Bus -- autistic-coded)

Arnold Perstein (MSB-- autistic-coded and anxiety-coded; visually impaired)

Ralphie Tenelli (MSB-- ADHD-coded)

Dorothy Ann (MSB-- autistic-coded)

Carlos Ramon (MSB-- autistic and ADHD-coded)

Mikey Ramon (MSB-- paraplegic; wheelchair user)

Kanan Jarrus (Star Wars Rebels-- blind)

Peter Parker (Spider-Man -- ADHD/autistic-coded)

Ava the wolf (Dragon Prince-- amputee)

Viktor (Arcane League of Legends-- uses a cane)

Jinx (Arcane League of Legends-- schizophrenic)

Deanna Troi (Star Trek TNG-- autistic-coded)

Julian Bashir (Star Trek DS9-- autistic-coded)

The Moon Knight system (Steven Grant, Marc Spector, etc... Disassociative Identity Disorder)

Zuko (ATLA: autistic-coded, traumatic eye injury)

Nick Fury (Marvel; partially blind)

Winona (Pokemon-- autistic-coded)

Iris (Pokemon-- autistic-coded)

Red (Pokemon-- non-verbal and autistic-coded)

Hiccup and Toothless (How to Train Your Dragon-- amputees)

Soren and Claudia (Dragon Prince-- neurodivergent-coded)

Jayfeather (Warrior Cats-- blind)

Crookedstar (Warrior Cats-- dislocated jaw)

Briarlight (Warrior Cats-- paraplegic)

Cinderpelt (Warrior Cats-- limited mobility)

Gray Wing (Warrior Cats-- asthmatic)

Moth Flight (Warrior Cats-- ADHD-coded)

Captain Picard (Star Trek TNG-- artificial heart)

Spock (Star Trek TOS-- autistic-coded + dyslexic)

Captain Barnacles (Octonauts-- autistic-coded + claustrophobic)

Pryce (Pokemon; uses a cane as a mobility aid)

Anabel (Pokemon-- amnesia)

Looker (Pokemon -- anmesia + ADHD-coded)

Allister (Pokemon -- social anxiety + autistic-coded)

N Harmonia (Pokemon -- unspecified trauma + autistic-coded)

Elesa (Pokemon-- autistic-coded)

There are plenty more characters, but this is it for now! Who do YOU think has the most disabled swag?

[carbonausmoth]

Red Blue Professor Oak Daisy Oak Brock Misty Lt. Surge Erika Koga Sabrina Mr Fuji Reina Blaine Giovanni Lorelei Bruno Agatha Lance Bill Mr. Fuji Baoba Pokémon Center ladies Koichi Player's mom Old man Professor Oak's aides Ghost Marowak Ethan Silver Professor Elm Mr. Pokémon Falkner Bugsy Whitney Morty Chuck Jasmine Pryce Clair Will Karen Janine Red Gyarados Archer Ariana Petrel Proton Earl Dervish DJ Mary DJ Ben DJ Lily Week Siblings Kurt Cal Randy Carrie Amphy Kiyo Dude DJ Fern Joey Kanto Pokémon Federation Kimono Girls Maizie Johto Name Rater Johto Move Deleter Professor Elm's aide Radio Director Reed Player's mom Li Wilton Brendan May Professor Birch Roxanne Brawly Wattson Flannery Norman Winona Tate and Liza Wallace Sidney Phoebe Glacia Drake Steven Stone Mr. Briney Mr. Stone Wally Lanette Gabby and Ty Professor Cozmo Rydel Wanda Winstrate family Captain Stern Dock Maxie Tabitha Courtney Archie Matt Shelly Treasure Hunter Fossil Maniac Kiri Player's mom Hoenn Name Rater Hoenn Move Deleter Hoenn Move Maniac Peeko Old guys Trick Master Lucas Dawn Barry Cheryl Mira Riley Marley Buck Professor Rowan Roark Gardenia Maylene Crasher Wake Fantina Byron Candice Volkner Aaron Bertha Flint Lucian Cynthia Cyrus Mars Jupiter Saturn Palmer Bebe Mr. Backlot Eldritch Felicity Dr. Footstep Mr. Fuego Helena Johanna Sinnoh Name Rater Sinnoh Move Deleter Sinnoh Move Maniac Pokétch Co. President Danny Rad Rickshaw Roseanne Underground Man Wilma Julia Professor Rowan's assistant Jordan Dexter Keira Butler Hilbert Hilda Cheren Bianca Professor Juniper Cedric Juniper Cilan Chili Cress Lenora Burgh Elesa Clay Skyla Brycen Iris Drayden Shauntal Grimsley Marshal Alder Fennel N Ghetsis Rood Zinzolin Gorm Bronius Giallo Ryoku Shadow Triad Anthea and Concordia Amanita Hawes Player's mom Bianca's father Charles Ingo Emmet The Riches Shigeki Morimoto Kōji Nishino Unova Name Rater Unova Move Deleter Reminder girl Unova Stats Judge Calem Serena Professor Sycamore Shauna Tierno Trevor Alexa Bonnie Viola Grant Korrina Ramos Clemont Valerie Olympia Wulfric Malva Siebold Wikstrom Drasna Diantha Lysandre Aliana Bryony Celosia Mable Xerosic Chalmers AZ Nita Evelyn Dana Morgan Sina Dexio Emma Gurkinn Grace Cassius Inver Mr. Bonding Kali Linnea Blossom Katherine Kalos Name Rater Kalos Move Deleter Madam Reminder Phil the Photo Guy Stew Ward Esse Kalos Stats Judge Elio Selene Lillie Nebby Hau Professor Kukui Rotom Dex Ilima Lana Kiawe Mallow Sophocles Acerola Mina Hala Olivia Nanu Hapu Kahili Molayne Ryuki Gladion Plumeria Guzma Wicke Faba Lusamine Mohn Player's mom Samson Oak Harper and Sarah Eevee users Mr. Hyper Gester Alola Name Rater Alola Move Deleter Alola Move Reminder Victor Gloria Hop Bede Marnie Sonia Professor Magnolia Milo Nessa Kabu Bea Allister Opal Gordie Melony Piers Raihan Leon Rose Oleana Watt Traders Sordward Shieldbert Jack Ball Guy Cara Liss Player's mum Florian Juliana Nemona Arven Penny Koraidon Miraidon Professor Sada Professor Turo Clavell Katy Brassius Iono Kofu Larry Ryme Tulip Grusha Rika Poppy Hassel Geeta Giacomo Mela Atticus Ortega Eri Carmen Jacq Dendra Miriam Raifort Saguaro Salvatore Tyme Youssef Harrington Heath Pokémon League representatives Player's mom

Jesus fucking christ what

[quarsonist]

Red Blue Professor Oak Daisy Oak Brock Misty Lt. Surge Erika Koga Sabrina Mr Fuji Reina Blaine Giovanni Lorelei Bruno Agatha Lance Bill Mr. Fuji Baoba Pokémon Center ladies Koichi Player's mom Old man Professor Oak's aides Ghost Marowak Ethan Silver Professor Elm Mr. Pokémon Falkner Bugsy Whitney Morty Chuck Jasmine Pryce Clair Will Karen Janine Red Gyarados Archer Ariana Petrel Proton Earl Dervish DJ Mary DJ Ben DJ Lily Week Siblings Kurt Cal Randy Carrie Amphy Kiyo Dude DJ Fern Joey Kanto Pokémon Federation Kimono Girls Maizie Johto Name Rater Johto Move Deleter Professor Elm's aide Radio Director Reed Player's mom Li Wilton Brendan May Professor Birch Roxanne Brawly Wattson Flannery Norman Winona Tate and Liza Wallace Sidney Phoebe Glacia Drake Steven Stone Mr. Briney Mr. Stone Wally Lanette Gabby and Ty Professor Cozmo Rydel Wanda Winstrate family Captain Stern Dock Maxie Tabitha Courtney Archie Matt Shelly Treasure Hunter Fossil Maniac Kiri Player's mom Hoenn Name Rater Hoenn Move Deleter Hoenn Move Maniac Peeko Old guys Trick Master Lucas Dawn Barry Cheryl Mira Riley Marley Buck Professor Rowan Roark Gardenia Maylene Crasher Wake Fantina Byron Candice Volkner Aaron Bertha Flint Lucian Cynthia Cyrus Mars Jupiter Saturn Palmer Bebe Mr. Backlot Eldritch Felicity Dr. Footstep Mr. Fuego Helena Johanna Sinnoh Name Rater Sinnoh Move Deleter Sinnoh Move Maniac Pokétch Co. President Danny Rad Rickshaw Roseanne Underground Man Wilma Julia Professor Rowan's assistant Jordan Dexter Keira Butler Hilbert Hilda Cheren Bianca Professor Juniper Cedric Juniper Cilan Chili Cress Lenora Burgh Elesa Clay Skyla Brycen Iris Drayden Shauntal Grimsley Marshal Alder Fennel N Ghetsis Rood Zinzolin Gorm Bronius Giallo Ryoku Shadow Triad Anthea and Concordia Amanita Hawes Player's mom Bianca's father Charles Ingo Emmet The Riches Shigeki Morimoto Kōji Nishino Unova Name Rater Unova Move Deleter Reminder girl Unova Stats Judge Calem Serena Professor Sycamore Shauna Tierno Trevor Alexa Bonnie Viola Grant Korrina Ramos Clemont Valerie Olympia Wulfric Malva Siebold Wikstrom Drasna Diantha Lysandre Aliana Bryony Celosia Mable Xerosic Chalmers AZ Nita Evelyn Dana Morgan Sina Dexio Emma Gurkinn Grace Cassius Inver Mr. Bonding Kali Linnea Blossom Katherine Kalos Name Rater Kalos Move Deleter Madam Reminder Phil the Photo Guy Stew Ward Esse Kalos Stats Judge Elio Selene Lillie Nebby Hau Professor Kukui Rotom Dex Ilima Lana Kiawe Mallow Sophocles Acerola Mina Hala Olivia Nanu Hapu Kahili Molayne Ryuki Gladion Plumeria Guzma Wicke Faba Lusamine Mohn Player's mom Samson Oak Harper and Sarah Eevee users Mr. Hyper Gester Alola Name Rater Alola Move Deleter Alola Move Reminder Victor Gloria Hop Bede Marnie Sonia Professor Magnolia Milo Nessa Kabu Bea Allister Opal Gordie Melony Piers Raihan Leon Rose Oleana Watt Traders Sordward Shieldbert Jack Ball Guy Cara Liss Player's mum Florian Juliana Nemona Arven Penny Koraidon Miraidon Professor Sada Professor Turo Clavell Katy Brassius Iono Kofu Larry Ryme Tulip Grusha Rika Poppy Hassel Geeta Giacomo Mela Atticus Ortega Eri Carmen Jacq Dendra Miriam Raifort Saguaro Salvatore Tyme Youssef Harrington Heath Pokémon League representatives Player's mom

Brock?

i apologize for the above image