#steven grant smut

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a/n: hello! sorry to have been gone so long. i have so much to do, so little time to sit down for writing. and i think i have writer’s block… but i was battling it tonight!!! and i like to think i won :D but ofc, that’s for you to decide. happy reading!

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word count:2-3k??? idrk

warnings:smut, fingering, pinv, unprotected sex (don’t try it at home), fluffy

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my darling boy…. gif credit goes to owner / maker!

both your feet and knees nearly touching and criss-crossing on the floor, the growing intimacy between you two suddenly settles onto the silence you share. you become aware of it, too, and any restraint that kept you from reaching your hand out to steven’s face and tracing it drops. you don’t know if it’s your genuine yearning to do that, or your genuine yearning amplified by your still slightly-(or very much)drunken state. but you’re not sure you care, either.

you shuffle your butt further, closer to steven, over his wooden floor, and now your feet are directly laying by his thighs, close as ever. you look into his eyes, but you don’t fully acknowledge the anxious look in them. you look past that, and you see the desire, see the lust, the yearning, too. and so you know that your hand threading across his clothes or skin won’t be anything scary or intruding to him. he clearly wants this as much as you do.

as you move your hand gently down his clothed thigh, feeling already steven’s reaction to that—not having to see it to know it—, you tilt your head and rest it on your knees. your eyes, wide and wondering, gently look up into steven’s, low-lidded for once but on edge, yet still loving, and you give him a gentle smile of your lips. your hand traces higher, up steven’s arm on which goosebumps have no doubt broken out on. you don’t see it, because he’s wearing a jacket and one of his lovely sweaters underneath that. “you know what else i’ve wanted for a long time?” you ask in a soft whisper, your hand now at the cusp of steven’s neck.

you can feel him gulp, and you ponder if that’s out of fear. but you doubt it. he’s just nervous, stressed about what’s to come, as he almost usually is, and no doubt nervous about being turned on, too. perhaps he thinks he shouldn’t be. “love,” steven starts to say in a cautious, quiet voice, “before you finish that sentence, you need to be really sure.” so he knows what’s on your mind, and what your fingers are yearning to say for you, what they’re yearning to do. “you’re drunk, my darling, and i don’t wanna…”

you raise your head before he can say another word and lean even closer to him, nearly nose-to-nose with him now. your eyes search his, your hand cording through his hair at the back of his head. those beautiful silk curls. “i’m not black-out drunk, steven,” you assure him, “i’m… filtering things.” you say with a nod and an awkward smile. an exact replica grows on steven’s lips, his cheeks heating up with a rose blush. your legs rest on the floor sideways as you lean more forwardly towards steven, nearly on your hands and knees before him. your other hand rests on his chest, soothing very slowly and cautiously up and down. “god, i want you so much, steven. and i know you want me, too.” you state, and at that steven’s eyes nearly explode out of their sockets. you smile at them widening, and at his blush intensifying. you lean your forehead against his, your back arching and hips coming off the floor now with that motion, and you close your eyes halfway as you get close to him. “say it. please,” you urge him as you hear a deep huff leave his lips.

it takes him a few moments, but he does break. who is he to deny you? you clearly are filtering things, you’re conscious of your choices. only difference in your behaviour now from your usual sober one is that you’re talking a little more. just a little. and you’ve got that wide smile on your face, and the drunk look in your eyes. plus, you wouldn’t be the one taking the lead in this situation if you didn’t want any of this. so he’s convinced you want him like he wants you. “i want you, my love,” he finally says, voicing what you were already sure of, and leans his head back. just to see you, look at the beauty and miracle of you. the unbelievable you. a smile stretches his lips again as his fall half-lidded, those captivating chocolate eyes, and his curls press around his face more as the back of his hair flattens against the kitchen table leg.

you can’t help but make a smile at that awaited confession, your heart fluttering in your chest. your drunk smile is what makes steven chuckle, because oh, if it doesn’t make you more endearing to him… his hands slowly come up to your waist, holding onto its covered form on both sides, making your breaths turn heavy. you’re at his mercy immediately, your hazy eyes half-lidded from lust and the over-all enticing feeling of his touch. you’ve missed it so much, and you’re dying to tell him that.

your back arches when steven’s hands go lower, caressing over the skin of your thighs with out-splayed fingers, palm flat but rounding all your plump edges. you’re practically riding him already with how your hips are moving downwards and chest is arching towards his. “oh, my days, love,” steven muses, not knowing he’d have or generally has this immediate of an effect on you. he tightens his hands on your thighs just to test out the waters, and your reaction makes his eyebrows raise, and his eyelids flutter. he was sure you were an angel the first time he met you, but now this is just absolute proof that one cannot object.

how your head tilts slightly back, your chin up in the air, lips parted because soft sighs—and a whimper—are leaving them, your eyes nearly nearly closing. the muscles he sees in your neck are moving, the ones around your collarbone and the roots of your shoulders are mesmerising to watch as well. and the curves and forms of yours he feels underneath his hands… gods, you’re beautiful. he’s sure you’re the pure form of hathor’s rebirth. you cannot be a regular woman, or then he thinks—that’s where the beauty of it is, that you’re just as earthly as anyone else, yet you’re… heavenly. “steven… i missed you so much,” you whine as you try to grind more into his touches.

steven thinks that’s a very meaningful sensual confession to make. certainly one that means a lot to him—he thought you’d wanted nothing to do with him for the rest of your life. but here you are, telling him that you missed him while you two were apart. “i—i missed you, too, my darling,” he admits, though the words might sound forced and unsure, but they’re sure as all hell. steven’s just flustered, “you’ve no idea.”

you make a smile at that add-on, and even a chuckle. then you take steven’s hand in yours and lead it slowly up the side of your body. you make sure he watches as you do, and he does. with hungry eyes. with loving eyes. with everything that you love him for in those beautiful chocolate eyes. “i missed you everywhere,” you say in a hushed voice as you guide his hand now across the bare top of your chest, across your collarbones and onto your neck. without having to ask you or have you guide him, steven runs that hand to the back of your head, where he cradles your skull in the roots of your hair as the both of your eyes connect, “every day,” you whisper to him, now feeling his thumb on your cheek. you turn slightly to the side to kiss that finger of his with your lips, and once again you watch him as you do so.

steven gulps and feels his pants grow tighter, nearly causing friction between his skin and the fabric of his trousers. he grows nervous, breaks out a sweat, and you feel him doing so. he realises that you two haven’t even kissed yet tonight. your lips curl up into a grin and you lean into his hand. your own hand strokes his cheek and runs into his hair as your hips still roll down onto his. “wanna make up for it,” steven tells you, “let me touch you, darling girl.” he pleads to you, his chin tilting upwards while he does. you smile at him sweetly and move your index finger affectionately down his attractive nose and boop the very tip of it. steven smiles wide, too, but closes his eyes for just a moment while he pulls you even closer to him. his lips yearn for yours, and you know you have an offer to answer.

“on one condition,” you tell him, watching his eyes for reaction. steven nods, following in on his promise to do whatever he can, “i get to kiss you.” you simply say with a gentle shrug, and it makes steven laugh and shake his head, the curls coming out of their tucked-back positions here and there. you run your hands deep into them and in result lean his head back so you’d see steven’s face.

“anything, my darling,” steven tells you and pushes his own face as close as possible to yours, “i thought you’d never ask.” he says before pulling your lips down to his and finally kissing you like you’ve wanted him to for the whole of tonight, for the whole of your separation period. you instantly moan into the kiss and your hands nearly ravage his skull and roots as their touch intensifies. “i love you,” steven mumbles into your mouth as he nearly devours it, your tongues and teeth hitting each other as suddenly everything you both do has gained speed and impatience.

steven pushes a hand up underneath your dress and into your underwear, grabbing the devil by his horns first without hesitance. you can only guess how hungry the man is, and you don’t blame him. though steven wasn’t this head-on sexually your first time together. but you guess he’s gained some courage and confidence because he’s seen how you react to him. so your ‘i love you’ back turns into a gasp of surprise which, in turn, immediately melts into a moan as steven’s first touch upon you feels ecstatic.

and though he had some trouble the first time, he now expertly ‘most immediately finds your most sensitive nub and adds pressure to it with two of his fingers. your hands fall from his hair to his shoulders, where you’re weakly gripping the material of his jacket. his getting straight to the point is a give-away that he needs you coming soon, needs to be inside of you soon, as well. he’s impatient, he’s quick, but oh does he make it worth your while. and he makes up for everything so much so that you’re forgetting everything that you talked about or that happened between you before he hooked that hand under your dress.

your hips buck into his hand in some sporadic rhythm, “fuck, steven,” you whine right into his ear, and hear a groan in response. one that sounded as if he was mad, but you’re sure his not. his actions beg to differ, and now that he’s pushing his ring finger inside you, you’re sure he’s far from being mad at you. your hands are fisting his jacket out of the intensity of everything, and you feel embarrassed at how close to coming you already feel now, “right there, oh my god…” your eyes are rolling into the back of your head and you’re positively nearly fainting.

steven watches your face, and then lays kiss after kiss after that territory his hand already treaded on—the skin above your chest, around your collarbones, on your neck—until his lips are right by your ear and he’s uttering all the words you and your cunt wanted so bad to hear. “want you to come on my fingers, darling girl,” he says, very well knowing that this one is your favourite pet name for yourself that steven uses. it’s the way he says it, and now his voice has an effect on the sound and on you, too, “need you to come for me, love, come on.”

tears are biting your eyes and now some dropping onto your heated cheeks, steven’s pressured stimulation on your clit and folds and inside you driving you over the edge already. you’re crying out his name, moaning it, chanting it in whispers, painting the illusion of a witch in his hands. steven already has a plan, and he enjoys the very first pleasurable part of it now—pleasuring you—and now he sees you come for him in all glory of the spectacle. beads of sweat on your forehead, tears pushing past your eyelids squeezed shut, your lips parted and nose bunched up in that cute way. he smiles as he finds another miracle in you, and he holds your head up with his hand so that you wouldn’t hurt your neck.

“that’s it,” is the first thing you hear once you feel yourself sort-of down from your orgasm haze, and you blink your wet eyes open finally. steven’s looking up at you with languid, head-over-heels eyes. but there’s some mischief behind them, and you can feel him ruffling about with something around your thighs, which you can barely feel, by the way.

“‘m sorry,” you blurt out in your flushed state, feeling ashamed at how quick you reached your peak, “that was… too fast.” but steven shakes his head immediately at that statement.

“no, my love,” he tells you, “that was perfect, don’t worry about it.” steven assures and lays a kiss just beneath your collarbone. your eyes flutter as you feel the gesture, sure that by now that exposed skin of yours must be littered in hickeys. “guess we’re both a little impatient, innit?” steven asks you with a wink and you feel him spread your thighs apart. you glance down, where his hand is once again wedging in-between those plump pillows of yours, and he’s bringing his hard self out of his trousers, and you look up at steven again.

“i don’t know if i can,” you tell him with a gentle shake of your head. steven raises his eyebrows.

“what, this?” steven asks as he lines himself up with your tight entrance and pushes inside, making you still around him before you instinctively relax, feeling every inch of him stretching you, “you’re taking me so well, my darling girl, there’s nothing to worry about.” steven assures as he sinks deeper and deeper into your warm, wet walls, pulling your body flush against his, and turning your lips into a perfect oval shape. he grins at that sight, and kisses your cheek. “you feel just heavenly around me.” steven confesses, staring into your barely-filtering eyes as a smile curves his perfect lips. “i love being inside you,” he says and you swear this is the voice of nervous, flustered, submissive steven again. he uttered that confession like something he shouldn’t really have said, in that usual way of his. that steven in combination with this more confident one is honestly a mix you quite want to get behind.

you steady your hands on steven’s shoulders once more, this time promising you’ll stick to this balance, and feel some of your strength returning. though there is a delicious burn in your cunt, your warm walls, from such soon contact again after that quick but intense release. it’s almost painful, but not completely. and it makes you weak in the knees again, so you leave the rhythm setting to steven while you steady yourself on him and get really close to his face. and suddenly it’s like you discover it for the first time again, and his lips have never looked more appealing to you.

your blushed pilgrims push against his, and you immediately moan against them again. steven’s one arm around your waist and the other sprawled across your hip both work at moving you up and down his thick length at a heavenly quick pace. you know he’s eager to finish as well, so perhaps it’s his body acting over his mind this time. he’d take his time, as he did the previous—first—time, if it was any other situation. but it’s not really, is it?

steven has missed you terribly, has felt guilty and ashamed for whatever he’d done. and you’d missed him, too, like a flower misses the sun, yearning for him every day. and you still feel that both-sided yearning now—in his thrusts, in his hands on your body, in his lips against yours, in his moans and grunts for you and because of you. and no doubt he can hear that in your cries, your whimpers, your moans for him, in the way you push your lips desperately against his and grip his shoulders. you’re both going through some of the most erotic moments and feelings you’ve ever felt, but you’re also going through an emotional storm, in which you’re afraid to let each other go. so you cling to one another like your lives depend on it, like the other might slip away at any next moment.

you’re not ready to lose steven again. not after you’ve made up in the most beautiful way that works well with your heart, too. and he’s not about to lose you, either, the best thing in his life that he fought pretty hard, if he might say so himself, to get back. when it’s over, and you’ve both come down from your highs—quite mind-blowing ones—you don’t want to pull apart yet. you don’t want the connection to end quite so soon.

so you sit there in steven’s arms, his pulsating length still inside you, and just watch him. and you run your hand across his features, whichever way your hand wants to, whichever feature feels more captivating in each moment. steven smiles at it, and occasionally even chuckles at your gestures and their character. “you’re treating me like quite the porcelain,” he tells you finally, after you’ve both not spoken since your orgasms. since you cried and grunted each other’s names like it was a name that would save your lives. who knows? maybe some day it would.

you smile at his comment, and keep on tracing his jawline, his nose, the shell of his ear with your fingers. “you’re porcelain to me,” you tell him, “but not in a bad way.” you say before his anxious brain can assume otherwise.

“hm,” steven hums, “never been compared to that before,” he admits, and you stop your hand movements, “i-it feels nice, to be honest.” steven adds on, and your smile grows bigger, cheekier. “you think my fragility is a good part of me?” he asks then, in a quieter voice.

you give him a nod. “it might be the very best part,” you say and hold his cheek in your hand. steven smiles, and you feel the curve of that expression push into the palm of your hand. you sit in silence for a while, just acknowledging and appreciating each other’s presence and hold while this moment still lasts. both of you are deep in thought, of course.

“was it good for you, love?” steven asks suddenly, quietly, in the silence between you. “i didn’t hurt you, did i?” he asks now, searching your eyes for any answers. and you shake your head assuringly, the smile on your face helping your case, too.

“it was more than good for me,” you tell him, “steven, i couldn’t form coherent words, and that should tell you something.” you say with a wide smile on your face. both your smile and your words make the two of you laugh, steven making an absolutely heavenly sound as he laughs.

“that—that’s great to hear,” he says after the laughter’s sort-of died down, but is still creeping in between words and syllables, “you know, at one point, during our… time apart, i even thought i was so bad… at sex that you decided to completely disappear and never contact me again. and make it so that i could never contact you again.” now this confession gets a really loud laugh from you, one that you can’t stop for some time. “i thought well, that happens nowadays, doesn’t it? some few centuries ago, and maybe not even more than one, women sadly had to put up with their husbands being bad at sex, they couldn’t go anywhere.” steven continues, and only works to add to your laughter. “but nowadays women do that a lot, don’t they? if it doesn’t work in the bedroom, it won’t work at all, ever. and so they leave, but don’t want to give an insulting explanation.”

you still laugh, but you also take steven’s face between your hands and pull it close to yours again, “while you’re very correctly observing of women and our behaviour, you do not have a thing to worry about,” you assure him, “you’re great at sex, steven grant. and if you’re sometimes unsure of that, practice always makes perfect. especially when you have a girlfriend who’s so willing to help.” you smile and chuckle again.

the title girlfriend stalls steven’s mechanisms again, but he gets back on track soon enough again. he tries to think of a way to play the fact that you two are really together again as nonchalantly as possible. “well,” steven says and lays a kiss on your hand, “would my girlfriend like a shower before bed?” he proposes, and you nod without hesitation.

you couldn’t wish for anyone else but steven grant in the world. even if he broke your heart, you know you’d still go on loving him. and that incident proved it.

a/n:okay i feel like i kinda went ooc for steven here, but… idk maybe i didn’t. anywhos, hope you enjoyed this :) another part, the very last one, coming, actually, lemme just write it :D

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@har-rison-s

Tue, 17 May 2022 00:18:20

please just dear god please don’t sexualise this gif. steven was scared for his life here. how does that make you have sexual thoughts.

because of handcuffs? please. weite all the handcuff steven fics you want to, just don’t use this gif. and if this gif turns you on??? steven being scared and confused for his life and handcuffed for the first time, possibly arrested for something he feels incredibly guilty and confused about (because ut wasn’t him who demolished the bathroom) ??? get a grip. get yourself checked. sick. sick.

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@har-rison-s

Mon, 16 May 2022 20:27:47

My One-Finned Fish

Steven Grant x F!Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff

“Hey, did you see that guy over there?”

“That loser at table thirteen?”

“Yeah, he’s been sitting there for over two hours and nobody showed up. Almost feel for him”

I approach my coworkers trying to figure out what they’re whispering about, I just hate it when they make me feel left out.

“Who are you two talking about?”

“That weirdo at table thirteen. Can you see him?” she asks me pointing her finger at the big window that opens onto the street. I lean a little bit to see better, continuing to dry the glass of wine in my hands as my gaze rests on the figure of a man. His shoulders are curved in a little clumsy posture, from time to time he looks around in the hope of seeing the person who’s waiting for and I can easily feel his frustration when the matron approaches him to ask if he still wants to wait.

“I feel so sorry for him…how do you do that?”

“He must have done something wrong to deserve this.”

I just don’t answer, shaking my head and called back to my work in a full dining room. I do my best not to think about it but from time to time my eyes point back to table thirteen, finding it always occupied by only one person who doesn’t give up, in the embarrassment and comments of the people around him. The bouquet of roses and the chocolate box in the shape of a heart on his table make it all more heartbreaking while the restaurant slowly empties and the chatter becomes more and more feeble. We’re closing, how much longer is he going to wait?

“Honey, I can’t wait to go home to get drunk and smoke some pot, so…someone should go tell that weirdo we’re closing.”

“I think he’ll figure it out on his own.” I answer a bit annoyed “I’m going to change.”

I undo the bun that has picked up my hair all night, loosening my hair that fall light on my back. What a relief.

“Finally…”

Quickly taking off my uniform and putting back on my clothes I suddenly realize that my hurry comes from the fact that, for some reason…I hope the man from table thirteen will still be there when I walk out the door. For no reason, shelving reason, just…gut feeling.

“See you tomorrow, goodnight!” I say out loud waving my hand as I quickly leave the restaurant, looking around immediately and noticing that all tables are now empty. All but one. On the thirteenth table is still the bouquet of red roses, left to wither on the tablecloth like its owner tonight. I take it, and all of a sudden, I think I see him walking in a dimly lit street.

“Hey!”

He doesn’t turn around, keeps walking without distracting and I decide to reach him with a small run.

“Hey! Wait!”

When he turns to me and stops, looking at me with curiosity, my heart skips a beat.

“Hello, what-”

“You forgot these. On the table.”

“Oh,” he says taking them back “thank you. I didn’t really…thank you.”

His dark eyes look at me and then just go down on his feet. He seems so nervous and…tired.

“It was a pity to see them abandoned there, so-”

“Yeah…” he says in a sigh “well, thanks for bringing them back to me.”

For a moment I think I’ve chosen the worst excuse to start a conversation. This man seems to be so bashful and I’m not sure that after the evening he spent he wants to converse with a perfect stranger.

“You…you work at the restaurant, right?” he asks me with furrowed eyebrows.

I nod. Now I can’t pretend anymore that I wasn’t a bystander to his disastrous no-date.

“…it was pretty sad, wasn’t it?” he asks as a sad smile appears on his face and his eyes fall back on the bouquet, embarassed. I know there’s nothing I can say to make him feel any better right now, I just wish he didn’t know I’d seen everything.

“I’m really sorry about your date”

“Yeah, well…it was my fault. I mixed up the days, thought today was Friday and screwed up…”

“You thought today was Friday?”

“Yes, uhm…I have a sleeping disorder, and this makes it really hard for me sometimes.”

I can’t quite figure out what he’s talking about. In what strange way a sleep disorder can affect a person’s life enough to make him lose track of time? But the last thing I want is to make him uncomfortable in any way, I won’t ask any more questions.

“I also have to go this way, so…if you don’t mind we could take a walk together.”

He fakes a smile again and then nods.

“Yeah, sure.”

“I’m Y/N, by the way”

“I’m Steven. With the ‘v’. ”

“Nice to meet you, Steven with the 'v’. ”

He smiles shyly while observing his steps. A strand of black hair falls on his forehead and my heart is lightened seeing the first real smile of the evening.

“What do you do, Steven?”

“Oh, I work at the museum. Just this morning as I was going there I noticed a major blunder on the banner outside, on the Ennead one…the super group of Egyptian Gods…you know, Horus, Osiris, Tefnut…anyway. I tried to tell my superior but she didn’t listen to me at all and it bothers me so much that I’ve been thinking about it all day”

“What kind of blunder?”

“They’ve got seven Gods there, and the Ennead has nine. Can you believe it?”

I listen to him with a half smile on my face, admired and a little amused by all this sudden enthusiasm shown to me. His gaze has changed and he talks about it with so much passion that I would listen to him all night.

“You can tell how much you love what you do. I bet you’re the best tour guide in there”

“No I, uhm…work at the gift shop, actually.”

Steven’s voice releases a small laugh at the end of the sentence, in the embarrassment and difficulty of a man who thinks he’s not enough in this life.

“You know,” I say “the gift shop is always my favorite part in a museum. You don’t want to leave without a memory of that beautiful day, right? You want something to take you back there with your mind, to remember. What would you do without the gift shop?”

When I turn to Steven he’s looking at me. His eyes got softer and I can see his lips curling up in a smile as we walk side by side on this cold London street. His presence makes everything warmer, actually.

In our carefree chatting, in our laughing together, in our discovering small sides of each other the road that was to take us to our respective flats has become longer and longer, making us lose in the streets of London lit only by the dim lights of the street lamps. I don’t even know what time it is. I don’t care.

“Look at the moon,” he says pointing at the sky “it’s beautiful, innit?”

He slows his pace and we stop in the middle of a road I’ve never been on. Looking up I lose myself for a few moments in the beauty of a wonderful full moon that silently peeks at us and, when I look down, I realize that Steven is no longer looking at the sky. He’s looking at me. His big dark eyes flicker on my face without a word like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

I smile.

“What is it?”

“No-nothing,” he stutters “I just…we are here. I live here.”

In an instant I feel a knot in my stomach. Our night is already coming to an end? I didn’t even realize we stopped right outside the front door of a condo.

We’re standing in front of each other, our breaths get faster, my heart is in my throat while his eyes are lost in mine and his body seems to get a little closer.

*Don’t go, Steven*

“Well…thanks for the nice walk, Steven with the 'v’.”

*Please stay with me one moment more*

We look into each other’s eyes for a time that seems infinite and for the first time tonight he doesn’t look down.

“Thank you for being with me tonight. It’s nice to talk to someone who actually listens to you.”

As I look at his face and the shy smile on his lips, I can’t help myself.

“Steven”

“Yes?”

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Oh please, do it” and without hesitation finally my mouth is on his, tasting his lips as my fingers sink into those black curls, messing them up a bit. It’s like the first breath of oxygen after a long apnea. I hear the sound of the bouquet of flowers falling on the ground at the same time my tongue caresses his, his hand on my back and the good smell of his aftershave goes right to my head. As I wrap my arms around his neck Steven holds me closer, softly tasting my lips as I can feel his heart beating against my chest and pounding like mad. If I could make one wish in life, I’d wish this kiss would never end.

As we slowly separate our lips to catch our breath, Steven keeps his eyes closed smiling gently. I don’t want this night to end, this moment to end.

“I have some delicious Norwegian chocolates that would be a shame to throw away,” he whispers on my lips “if you’d like, you know…to come up with me…I- I don’t want to sound creepy, I just want to…you know, sometimes the night, for me…sleeping is-”

“I’d love to.”

Steven, smiling, puts a hands in a pocket of his dark jacket before opening the door with a set of keys.

“It might be a little messy, but I’m sure Gus will be happy to meet you”

“Gus?”

“My one-finned fish.”

I smile.

“I cannot wait to meet this guy.”

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@geliditramonti

Thu, 07 Apr 2022 17:22:47

steven grant rec list

a lot of these fics have moments or mentions of marc spector x reader, but this is a primarly steven centric list. i will eventually be making another list for marc so stay tuned for that - <3

red flags(18+)-@astroboots

categories: smut, some fluff in there too

word count:9.2k

summary: sweet as he is, dating steven means you have to be willing to ignore a few red flags along the way

chocolate(18+)-@laters-gators

categories:smut

word count:6.1k

summary: after weeks of pining for your coworker steven grant, sharing chocolate over a late shift causes sparks to fly

crush <3(18+)-@mcusua

categories: smut, fluff

word count:6.2k

summary: a simple date with your coworker crush turns into so much more

cheer me up before you go go(18+)-@missdictatorme

categories: smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst

word count:4.5k

summary:you have a crush on your sweet neighbor, and after steven’s bad date emotions surface. as the sexual tension between you grows impossible to ignore, a third party joins the chat, so to speak

meet cute-@scandalous-chaos

categories:FLUFF

word count:0.6k

summary: you meet a cute gift shopist on your way to work

tuesday’s on the phone to me-@spilledkauffie

categories: angst, fluff

word count:2.5k

summary: steven misses a date with you; understanding and thinking that you’ll never want to see him again, he apologizes and leaves…

ya rouhi | series (18+) -@skvatnavle

part 1part 2

categories: smut, fluff

word count: 4.0k (in total)

summary: along with your new job at the museum, you meet a sweet gift shopist

good day-@oswildin

categories:fluff

word count:4.0k

summary: you and steven work at the museum together. little did he know you had a crush on the man. after getting yourself into trouble, you and steven are both punished with an evening in inventory

a lasting impression-@writefightandflightclub

categories: ANGST ANGST ANGST (like your heart will break)

word count:7.9k

summary: steven falls asleep on you. no… i mean literally on you

take over(18+)-@foxilayde

categories:SMUT

word count:3.3k

summary: there’s a girl in his bed and a wolf at his door

history lesson(18+)-@polaroidpetal

categories:smut

word count:2.4k

summary: people say not to mix your personal life with working life. the rules change when your working life is a major turn on for your personal life

take on me-@oswildin

categories:fluff

word count:4.6k

summary: you end up on an accidental date with steven, but it ends up being the best date you could’ve asked for. it leads into more, but things aren’t as simple as they appear. with adoration strong for the man, you take a chance on him

lovin’ arms to hold me |series-@harrysweasleys

part 1 part 2

categories: fluff, a bit a angst

word count: 8k (in total)

summary: being a tour guide at the museum and development a ~~stupid~~ crush on steven, only to have that all crash and burn when you find out about his date

where it starts-@silversweetpea

categories:fluff

word count:3.9k

summary: you can’t tell if it takes you a day a week or a month to fall in love with steven. you just know that you do

in you i find solace(18+)-@cunaeparker

categories: smut, fluff

word count:6k

summary: thunderstorms are frightening. she finds herself wound up at her neighbor’s flat- aka her best friend’s residence. surrounded by candlelight and words unspoken. maybe the blown fuse was a blessing in disguise?

angry sex(18+)-@thatredheadwriter

categories: smut. fluff

word count:2.3k

summary: steven’s had a lousy day at work, but when he comes home to find you just getting out of the shower, the two of you find another way for him to blow off some steam

first time’s a charm(18+)-@babyboibucky

categories: smut, fluff

word count:3k

summary: steven’s about to lose his virginity to you

the first move | series (18+) -@paper-n-ashes

part 1part 2 (part 2 is marc x reader)

categories: smut, fluff

word count: 6.3k (in total)

summary: you work at a tea shop and you have a crush on one of your regulars, a cute museum worker. you’re convicted that he’s never going to make a move, until a “friend” of his tells you that you’re going to have to make it yourself

stupid-@mrsknightt

categories:fluff

word count: 1k

summary: working at a museum had its perks, one of them being developing a ~~stupid~~ crush on your coworker

really, truly(18+)-@jangofctts

categories: smut, some fluff

word count:5.3k

summary: a little incident at work lead to some private time alone in a back room with your coworker

like you better(18+)-@helpinghanikan

categories: smut, fluff

word count:3.2k

summary: only a few hours inside his head and steven managed to annoy marc into making a pit stop before reaching egypt. but maybe marc isn’t as bad as they both think

heavy metal lover(18+)-@ozarkthedog

categories:smut

word count:1.2k

summary: steven fucks you with one of his batons after you watch him fight

holy mary(18+)-@vi-sinner

categories: smut, fluff

word count:2.5k

summary: you and steven have been together for a few months, and every time you reached to take things farther he pushes away. but in reality, it has everything to do with him, not you