“I’m not Steven, you do not control me or my actions Marc.”
Y/N threw her satchel onto the nearby table once they entered their room in the place they were staying. The sun was slowly disappearing from the Egyptian sky and all she wanted to do right now was take a shower to wash off the day’s sweat but unfortunately for her, Marc wasn’t about to drop their argument just yet.
“We’re not in London and out here you could get yourself killed, fuck- stop!” Marc angrily held onto her wrist, keeping her from walking off on him. With furry in his eyes, Marc towered over the woman that pushed his buttons repeatedly.
“Let go of me Marc.”
“No, you’re going to stand here and listen to what I have to say.”
“I’ve heard enough from you today that’ll last me a lifetime. I wanna speak to Steven.”
“You could’ve gotten killed out there today, I told you to stay put.”
Let me have the body Marc
Y/N glared at the fuming man that’s still towering over her with a hard look on his face meanwhile Marc and Steven were going back and forth internally. Y/N merely quirked her eyebrow and he loosened his grip on her, rolling his eyes as she walked off.
Give me the body, she’s only going to keep this up unless you let me take over
“I seriously don’t know how the hell Steven puts up with you.” They both held each other’s gaze in the full body mirror and Steven continued to plead for him to let him out. Instead of retaliating, Marc grunted and gave his alter-ego the green light to take over the body they shared.
“Hello love.” Y/N’s stoic demeanour quickly faded at the sound of the British accent that belonged to Steven Grant. Removing her hair tie, she turned to face the sweetheart of the two egos with her signature smile plastered on her face.
“I never thought he’d let you out so easily.” She closed the distance between them both to wrap her arms around him in the tightest hug she could give him and Steven returned it.
“It wasn’t easy, he’s pissed off.” Marc glared at Steven in his reflection in the mirror that faced them.
“Good, he’s a controlling, ignorant asshole that throws a hissyfit when things don’t go his way.” Steven winced as Marc shouted in his head at her remark. I’m an ignorant asshole?! Fuck this, give me control right now Steven!
“He was only looking out for your safety, love.” She scoffed and turned on her heels to get to the bathroom. Steven waited for the door to shut behind her before walking over to the mirror.
“Mate you might want to not shout in my head next time, yeah.”
“Give me the body now.”
“Absolutely not, you’re the reason she’s pissed and if I have to stay up all night for you to not get control I’ll do it.” Marc clenched his jaw staring back at Steven as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I get that you were trying to keep her safe but she’s tougher than you think mate.”
“I don’t give two rats ass, she could’ve gotten hurt or worse yet, killed. I get that she’s your only friend but I’m not going to let this shit fly.” Steven’s eyes started rolling to the back of his head and he struggled to get his words out.
“Don’t-”
Marc reached for the bottle of whiskey and brought the bottle up to his lips; Steven was no longer in control of the body and she’s in for it when she gets out of the shower.
“What’s your brilliant plan idiot?” He ignored him and downed another mouthful of whiskey. He placed the half empty bottle back on the bedside table just in time as she walked out in an oversized white t-shirt.
“Honestly though Steven, I don’t know how you do it.” She bent over to grab her bag off the floor, oblivious to the man’s changed behaviour and the fact that he was no longer seated on the bed but now standing behind her. She straightened up and gasped, not expecting him to be standing there.
“He doesn’t put up much of a fight unlike you.” Marc’s breath fanned against the shell of her ear sending shivers down her spine.
“You’re quiet now? I thought you had a whole damn lot to say about me earlier.” Y/N turned to face the man that just couldn’t seem to leave her to cool off; both of them exchanging nasty looks.
“You are the most unbelievable, infuriating, insufferable, controlling prick-” Her words were cut short when Marc wrapped his large hand around her throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to restrict her breathing for a few seconds.
As much as she didn’t want to admit it, the way Marc had his hands on her and the fact that he made her feel so small, so submissive, had a pool of arousal forming in her clean underwear. Marc’s curls fell onto his forehead as he leaned in closer to her making him look even sexier than before. Y/N innocently batted her eyes at him as he guided her backwards until her back came into contact with the wall.
“Since you had so much to say about me, let me return the favour.”
“Screw you.” Marc tightened his grip and held it long enough until she wriggled to regain oxygen in her lungs.
“You’re stubborn and think that you always know best. You’re quick to jump into danger without thinking things through, you’re temperamental-”
“You’re one to talk-”
“You’ve got a smart mouth that’s bound to get you into trouble and when it does, I want to be right there when it happens and Steven? He’s going to have no choice but to watch.”
“Fuck off, Marc.” Y/N lashed his chest which only ended up with the front of her body being pressed against the wall with her wrists held behind her back.
“Now why’d you think that was a good idea, sweetheart?”
“Marc-” His name fell from her lips in a pleading manner, the only problem was that she didn’t know if it was a plea for him to stop or for him to continue whatever the hell this was.
“You like this sweetheart? You like the way I have you pinned against the wall, don’t you?” Marc’s voice dropped an octave lower making her walls clenched tightly around nothing.
“In your dreams.” Marc brought his hand down on the flesh of her exposed ass, ripping an involuntary moan from her. He did it again and smirked as she gave him the same response, this time he messaged the area he spanked to soothe the sting.
“You’re so responsive to me.” Marc moved his hand around to the front of her, his fingers trailing the fabric of her underwear. Y/N opened her legs further apart for him to have better access to where she needed his touch the most. Marc lightly bit down on her ear as he rubbed her through her soaked panties.
“Marc, please.” His teasing was driving her insane, she needed him and she needed him now but he wasn’t giving in so easy.
“What do you want, sweetheart? Use your words.” Her mouth fell open following him shifting the thin material to the side to run his digits through her arousal.
“Shit.” Marc was enjoying this too much, his erection was dying to be released from the confines of the jeans he had on. Y/N bit down on her lip feeling him insert two of his fingers into her cunt while the pad of his thumb was pressed against her bundle of nerves.
“You’re dripping wet baby girl and I barely even touched you.” Y/N pushed back against him grinding on the tent in his pants. Marc released her wrists and she immediately undid his belt and jeans before slipping her hand into his boxers.
“Not so fast.” He smacked her hands away from his throbbing member and removed his other hand from between her legs. Marc turned her around and dropped to his knees; he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slid it down her legs, discarding it somewhere behind him.
“I wanna taste you.” Y/N leaned against the wall again for support as he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder before flattening his warm tongue against her nether region. Her hands latched onto the mass of curls that sat on top of his head, grinding down onto his face as she chased her release. Marc sucked and licked, lapping up her sweet juices like a man unable to quench his thirst.
“Don’t stop- shit.” Her climax was right around the corner, Marc could tell by the way she was desperately grinding down on him.
“No, Marc- fuck!” The smug bastard left her hanging, pushing himself to his feet with a wicked grin on his face.
“You want to cum, you’re going to have some apologising and begging to do.” He guided her over to the edge of the bed and pushed her onto her back. Y/N propped herself up on her elbows with a scowl on her face, watching as he kicked off his jeans and boxers, followed by his green button up and black t-shirt.
Her walls fluttered around air, watching as he stroked his erect cock; he had length and girth, she needed him to stretch her out in the best way possible. Marc watched on as she opened her legs for him to see her glistening cunt. He stepped over to her and slapped his cock against her swollen lips to get her talking.
“If you want me to fuck this pretty pussy of yours sweetheart you better start apologising.” Marc thrusted his hips against hers, coating his shaft in her slick arousal; his antics making her swallow her pride.
“I’m sorry Marc.”
“For?”
“I’m sorry for everything that I said now please, please fuck me.”
“That wasn’t so hard.” Marc lined up with her entrance and slowly slid all the way in; both of them moaning in union at the feeling. Marc pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and caged her in using his body.
“You’re so tight.” Y/N pulled his face down to hers, crashing their lips together in a needy kiss. Marc pulled all the way out before thrusting back into her, setting a moderate pace as he pounded into her.
If anyone had told her that on her third night in Egypt she’d be getting fucked by her friend’s alter ego, she would’ve said that they’re crazy but here she was with her legs spread apart and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“Marc..” He kissed her again before standing upright; he spread her legs wider and tilted her hips upwards, this new angle gave him access to the spot that had her seeing stars. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed beautifully with the sound of her arousal coating his cock and their moans of pleasure.
Marc’s hand found its place on her neck again, slightly choking her as he continued to bring her closer and closer to her climax. The coil in the pit of her stomach was wound up so tight, she was about to tip over the edge.
A pornographic moan escaped her as Marc rubbed the pad of his thumb against her clit in a back and forth motion. Her toes curled and her back arched off the bed beneath her, her knuckles white from the grip she had on the sheets.
“I’m gonna-”
“Cum for me, sweetheart.”
With a cry of his name, her walls clamped down on him drawing a slew of profanities from his mouth. His hips came to a stuttering stop as he spilled his hot seed into her. Y/N pulled him back down to her for yet another kiss, however, this one was slower and intimate. Marc lazily rocked his hips, mixing their releases together as they both came down from cloud nine. He pulled out completely and she blissfully sighed feeling his release spill from her abused hole.
If you ran away - Mind if I stay? Part 2 (Steven Grant x Reader)
Summary:The worst morning of Steven’s life is officially the one he woke up without you. Nothing’s made sense since. And if he thinks it can’t get any worse, that’s only because he has yet to notice his nightmares catching up to him.
Warnings:SO MUCH ANGST, sad Steven is an understatement, no smut just brief mentions but the series is 18+ so minors DNI, ep 1 spoilers
Word count: ~6.1K
A/n:Okay just so it’s clear, I am not making Marc the bad guy! I’m going somewhere with this (I’m trying to at least:)) This is just me experimenting with making a series *sweats nervously*
Title and lyrics from Where’s my love? by SYML. Gonna start adding those at the beginning ‘cause I love the soundtrack in my head.
“Yeah, no, the date was great. She really liked the… flowers. And me. She’s really… smart and funny, and she’s got the most wonderful laugh. You’d really like her. I think this could really… lead somewhere, you know? Might bring her around soon. Anyway, sorry I missed you again, Mom. Love you. Laters, gators.”
The smile Steven had forced onto his face died the moment he hung up. Not that it had done much to brighten the tone of his voice.
premise: you don’t know how this came to be; steven fucking you in front of a mirror. your body and pleasure showcased to marc, to prove a point, to show him steven knows best.
pairing: steven grant x (f)reader
word count: 839
warnings: minors dni please, marc x reader are mentioned and alluded in here but not shown, unprotected sex, literally just smut, dom!steven, teasing, voyeurism in a sense.
etc: this is based on thisandthis ask, i kind of strayed from the initial idea since i plan on writing a version of this, but not quite the same, with marc and other oscar characters, but me writing steven as a dom? shocking i know lmao.
i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!
“Does he do it better than me?” Steven hums, you’ve never heard his voice so deeply coated with jealousy and lust. The dynamic the three of you had was always so well laid out, who spent this time with you one day, or that time another day. Sometimes both of them at once. There had never been any fighting over you, over the moments shared with one of the other. It was an equal playing ground, you adored them both the same as they loved you the same.
— STEVEN GRANT FINALLY HAD TO ADMIT TO HIMSELF THAT HE NEEDED HELP. Professional help that is, it took a while for him to understand that he was at his limit for a mental breakdown. He knew he needed to talk to someone other than the statue man on the street. Someone who would actually respond to when he ranted and well, he searched around for a therapist and found you.
Steven was quite nervous to start therapy, any person was really. To share your vulnerability was scary and Steven only ever been vulnerable with the lively statue by the fountain. His heart pounded in his chest as he shifted on his feet staring at the door with a frosted plane window with your last name on it. Steven was muttering underneath his breath trying to convince himself to go in.
“Don’t be mental, you need this Steven. You just need help.” Steven whispered to himself, staring at the plane, he saw the reflection shift a bit but he didn’t move. He brought the back of his clenched fist to his eyes and rubbed them furiously. “I definitely gone mental.”
With his series of muttering gradually becoming louder, suddenly, the door opened causing him to jump in his spot, taking a step back. Your head peeked out the door with furrowed brows and parted lips. Steven felt his breath caught in his throat staring at you with wide eyes. You were simply breathtaking. The way your [color] eyes stared at him in curiosity but with such softness that made him drown in those hues, losing himself all over again.
The way your hair fell over your face and your plump lips quirking into a soft smile. “Oh! You must be Steven Grant!” You beamed happily, opening the door more and stepping by the door frame. “I heard noises out here and I thought one of my neighbors was disturbing you.”
tags: 18+ graphic smut with plot, mentions of marc and khonshu, mentions of therapy and brief panic attack depiction, all the fluffy feels, mutual pining, idiots in love, inexperienced!steven and reader, the l-bomb and lovey dovey sex, aftercare, about 9k word count teehee, friends to lovers
summary: art models are surprisingly hard to come by in london. maybe they just don’t want to work with you. maybe they’re intimidated. steven thinks you’re pretty and marc thinks it’s time to act on it. who knew steven grant would be up for a portrait?
note: first moonknight fic!!! here’s to many more :) feedback and reblogs are 100% appreciated, thanks!
“It just looks so smooth, like I want to touch it.”
“What? Her arse?”
TheRokeby Venus stands out as striking against the patterned red wallpaper of the gallery. The painted depiction of Venus is a stark paste of white, sensual and vividly nude as your eyes follow the curvature of brushstrokes on her backside. The soft greys, reds and creams compliment the fleshy paraphernalia of the painting; your starry eyes wander in a mixture of awe and engrossment, while your fidgeting friend beside you finds his gaze on another work of wonder.
This is one of the most fucking ethereal fanfics I have ever read and the smut was just fucking beautifully written and it just felt so loving I’m actually gonna cry ❤️
THIS IS SO SWEET!!!! wish i replied sooner, thank u for reading i feel so seen n i appreciate u <333
Ever since you met Marc, your life turned upside down but all in the best ways. Sometimes, quite literally too like how you were on his bed with your head dangling off from the edge while his cock slid in and out of your mouth.
With your legs spread open, you could feel the wetness that continued to gush out of your aching cunt. Each heavy drag of Marc’s cock against your tongue and throat made you embarrassingly soaked, especially with the noises that he would make.
“Stick your tongue out, baby…” Marc said breathily after pulling his cock out from your mouth.
SUMMARY:You had your own demons you needed to deal with on a daily basis. It was a good thing you had Steven, Marc, Jake, and even Khonsu to help you elevate your symptoms from time to time. PROMPT(S): “against the window? are you insane?”; “I thought we’d agreed to share her” CHARACTERS:Steven Grant x Wife!Reader; Marc Spector x Wife!Reader; Jake Lockley x Wife!Readerl; Khonshu x Reader WARNINGS: Smut. Unprotected P in V. Choking. Slight Exhibitionism. Creampie. Violence. Assault. Unhealthy Mental State. Marital Arguments. Shitty Work-Life Balance. Asshole Co-workers. Khonshu being…Khonshu. WORDS:6,218 REQUESTED BY: @emmy626 A/N: Holy fuck was this long. Thought about separating each one of the boys for this one and a crack! one for Khonshu since I’m still a coward to write monster fucking with that man–but soon. real soon. Hope you guys enjoy~
The thing about Steven was how gentle he could be, sassy at times, but oh so gentle when it comes to you. Now that most of the blackouts were resolved and understood, things in your shared apartment were more stable–at least for the most part. When you’ve met his other alters, you’ve learned to accept him for who he was, for all of who everyone was. Khonsu on the other hand, it took a while for you to accept him as part of the whole setup up, he might not be an alter, but there were times where the God of the Moon and Time.
You loved Steven, loved every single thing about him. Loved all his alternates the same way as him. Equally and irrevocably. It was a part of him that you can never leave without just as much as he could never.
“Brought you chocolates.”
A smile broke from your lips the moment you stepped out of your office and he was the first person you had come face to face with. A box of chocolate in his grasp. His gentle smile resting on his features. His fluffy hair resting on his forehead and you were already aching to just brush your hands through them. Stepping closer to him, your free hand come to hold onto his own free hand as the both of you made your walk towards his apartment.
“How was work?” He inquired.
“Same old, same old.” You sighed, not wanting to tell Steven about how much of an ass your boss was and how every single one of your co-workers were leaving their tasks for you to finish up while they continue on with their daily gossiping. It was getting on your nerves but you didn’t have it in you to say anything–the pay was good, but it was getting too much some days. “Just happy I got to be with you for the weekend.”
You were actually excited. Not only because you have the entire weekend to spend with your husband, but the fact that this weekend would mark your one year anniversary since you’ve two gotten married. Being to have him all to yourself was all you could ever need for now. You wrapped your tired arm around his waist, head resting on his shoulder as you both continued on your way back to your apartment. It was quite a long walk, better to have taken the bus, but you just wanted to spend some time with your husband instead of dealing with other cranky workers on their way home.
In the chaos of your shared apartment, you felt most at peace. Placing the box of chocolate your husband had given you on the table. You had made your way towards where your husband was in the kitchen. His focus had been on preparing tea for the both of you while you unwind for the weekend. You slipped your arms around his waist, relishing in his warmth and enjoying just being able to touch him like you did right now.
“You want to talk about it, Love?” He inquired to which had been how you both found yourselves cuddled on the sofa, ignoring the growing cold tea on the coffee table.
You finally spoke about your day, how much of a shitty people you had the misfortune of working with. You continued on with explaining how their constant ridiculing affected you mentally. You both needed the money, with the both of you wanting to save before you finally start a family, quitting was not an option. Not with the things going on with Steve and the rest of his alters.
Your husband listened, never once interrupting you, lips kissing your forehead whenever you felt the most frustrated during the anecdotes of today’s work day as well as the nightmare of the past few weeks. His hands rubbed against your back, nails gently scratching against your back. When you no longer spoke, your face nestled against the crook of his neck, you tried to fight of the stress and it was in this moment your husband had pulled you on top of him, arms wrapped around you. The warmth of his touch slowly but surely elevating everything that has happened throughout the day.
In the silence, things turn more heated as you kissed him–hoping to forget the rest of the week and try as you possibly could to just focus on your husband. To act like you were just newly weds all over again. The life that was always been simple, the promises and the plans you had made for each other, the domestic bliss of your every day life with him.
“Come on Stevie, go harder on me. I won’t break.” You moaned, trying to urge your husband to fuck you harder on the sofa, but the fear in his eyes of hurting you still present in his features. This was your love, the man that would do anything and everything in his life to ensure you wellbeing was prioritized. It made you fall and fall more in love with him–but this moment, all you needed was to be fucked, thoroughly so.
“No.” He continue to refuse, his hips more dangerously slow this time. “Please, take it slow and let me love you like you deserve to be loved.”
Before you could plead for him, he thrusted inside of you up to the hilt taking the breath right out of you in the process.
His hands cupped your face, pulling you into a kiss. His movement continued on to be slow with an even pace. Ramming you right into the sofa, tears slowly ran down your cheeks at all of this pent up sensation you were feeling. The shitty weeks you had at work, how you never felt you were worth shit because of them–to this, to the look on your husband’s eyes as he continuous to fuck you to whisper you praises, about the things you had never seen about yourself that he could see. He appreciates and hopes to God each day that you will never tire of.
“Come for me, Love.” He pleaded against your lips, his movement growing faster, the sensation of his cock sliding in and out, exactly where you need him to be. “Let go.”
And you did, releasing in time for him to spill himself deep inside you. The sensation and all that the both of you had planned for the weekend finally placed you at ease. Pulling him on top of you, you could only smile, relieved to have this–to have him.
“You’ll have your time with her.” You heard your husband muttered making you turn to face him, amused with what he was arguing with his other alters this time.
“What is it this time?” You asked, rubbing his back, legs wrapped around his waist, still not prepared to have him pull away from you.
“Jake said, and I quote: ‘I thought we’d agreed to share her’, needy bunch they are.” He muttered making you giggle and pepper your husband’s face with kisses.
“Give me a few more minutes and you could share me all you want for the weekend.” You assured him already feeling him harden back all over again for you.
“Why don’t you say that to my face again instead.”
Mid-argument, you wouldn’t think Marc would front–but here he stood after you spoke the things you know you didn’t even mean. The deep frown rested on his lips as he sat on the single-seat sofa in front of you. Arms crossed against his chest, legs spread wide and with you still standing he intimidated you to a fault. You didn’t even know how the argument with your husband started. You were in the last leg of your patience when it comes to your co-workers, Steven wasn’t helping as he continued to insist on you quitting. You couldn’t not after things with whatever he was dealing with his alters aren’t making much of a progress and your work was the only stable things the both of you had for a while.
It was questions about how he could provide for the two of you now, as he was banned from the National Museum after the stunt he pulled and you were certain he was blacklisted everywhere else within a 5-mile radius because of a bird brain for a God that fucked everything up for the both of them. You were angry, rightfully so for the people around you, but Steve didn’t deserve it, now that you’re facing Marc instead of him, you realized it as well.
You were quiet now, all the outburst you had in you had magically faded away. Embarrassment was quick to replaced all the anger you’ve felt.
“You got two options, either you calm down and we talk this through or keep talking and I fuck you into submission. Either option works for me and Steve doesn’t seem to mind either way with the way you were talking to him.”
You blinked, unprepared still for Marc to face you now.
“I’d like to see you make me, Spector.” Your brain was yet to filter your stupidity and you found yourself manhandled by the man in one fluid motion.
Clothes torn up, naked and edged for the life out of you, this was the last thing you would have expected Marc to do with you.
“Hands against the window, Y/N.” His order held no room for argument, but the fact that you were naked and could barely stand on your two feet after his torturous tongue and finger brought you over and over to the edge without any hope of end once again pulled the filter between your brain and your mouth.
“Against the window? Are you insane?” You questioned and Marc was quick to shove you face first into the glass window. A part of you was thankful your shared apartment was a good few floors up and the only chance either of you would get caught in this situation was if they looked up and focused on your floor’s window.
The busy street of people heading home could not be bothered and you hope it would stay that way for whatever your husband has planned for you.
Hands resting against the cool window, you waited with bated breath for what he would do. His rough hands gently nudged you forward until you’re practically glued to the floor ceiling window. You shivered at the sensation of the cold window against your nipples. Before you could turn to see what he has planned, the radiating pain against your scalp had your full attention as Marc fisted your hair and maneuvered your head until your cheek was smooshed against the window.
“Are you gonna continue to be difficult, Baby?” He inquired, the head of his cock lined against your entrance but he was yet to make any action of slipping in. “Because I can do this all day and not even break a sweat?”
You refused to say another word, not trusting yourself to say the right thing and stop the torture that was of your own doing. Instead, you shook your head, wanting to stop the never ending torture your husband was willing to throw at you without hesitation.
“Use your damn words, you love to use it to hurt us, remember?”
The first line of sob escaped your lips now. You didn’t mean to hurt them, most especially Steven. You were projecting the anger you had from work to him, to everyone of them and it was finally coming to hit you in full force. You didn’t mean to hurt any of them, it was never your intention. And you just found yourself crying and but unable to tell all three of them how sorry you were and how you would be compromising when the opportunity to do so finally arises.
Marc had now wrapped his arms around your torso, slipping deep inside you and a whimper was there to replace your sob. Relief of finally being able to feel him inside you. The familiar sting of his cock stretching you to your limit was slowly but surely helping you out of the darkest part of your own mind. Hands holding onto your waist as he continued to shove himself deep inside you.
All the anger and tribulation you had felt for the day had slowly faded away and your mind was brought back to the present. To this man, whose one and only intention in your relationship was to make you safe, happy, and sane to live the day to day as the world might see it fit.
His hips continued on slamming onto you, every intention on splitting you in half for all you were worth.
Your breath continued to fog against the window, no longer did you feel self-conscious with the little fact that there was a possibility someone could see the both of you.
Slowly, you could find yourself creeping into the familiar release, but as you felt your wall begin to tighten his movement begin to slow and you found yourself sobbing for him. Pleading for him for your release but it was left in deaf ears as he slowed his pace. He pulls out and you felt him move away from you, the absence of his warmth brought you further into tears now at this point. But you didn’t move, no longer had any fight in you nor did you have any voice of protest to make.
You closed your eyes, listening for anything to give you a clue of your husband’s whereabouts, for whatever plan he might have for you. You didn’t have the strength to move, to turn and see him and prepare yourself for what he has left for you.
“What does it feel like when you don’t have any control of yourself and of the situation that could be easily resolved with the right communication? Fucking hurts doesn’t it?” Marc inquired. “Now think what I feel, what Steven feels, hell, even Jake is quiet when you said what you said.” he spat.
“I’m sorry.” The two words was all you needed to say before you were pulled back into your husband’s arms finally pulling you in for the first kiss since the whole argument started. “I didn’t mean to…it’s just everything and everyone and I don’t know what I need to handle first.”
You continued to sob in the arms of your husband. He continued on to kiss you, slowly growing faint as he clung to you just as much as you did to him. He had his eyes closed now. A sigh of relief finally escaping his lips as he settled at you.
“We can’t keep doing this, you can’t keep using Steven as a punching bag when shit happens at work. We’re here to listen, you know we are always here for you because we love you, through sickness and health, till death takes me first.” He points out.
You found yourself snorting at his words, there was always this never ending joke between all four of you that they were far too certain with the fact that they would die first–may it be from whatever mission or job they might find themselves involved in, or whatever crazy illness or curse Khonshu might throw at them if he doesn’t get what he wants. It scares you sometimes when you are alone at home and they are out somewhere, the reality of it actually happening–and yet you continue to choose to be a shitty wife just for the hell of it.
“I promise to communicate more.” You whisphered after a moment. Finally having the words to say what you needed to. “I’ll try and take less shifts if I can so I don’t stress myself out.”
“Good.” He smirked eyes opening back up before he held you up by your thighs and thrusted into you, back slammed against the window and you feared that his strength could get the better of him.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself as he finally returned to his former steady pace and from the way his brown eyes grow black as he was ready to chase his own release along with your own. Your breast squished against his chest as he practically glued himself to you as he continued to fuck your through the window. His breath grows rugged now, warmth fanning against your cheeks as you whimpered at the brutal pace that was bringing you right back up to the peak.
“Don’t you fucking dare stop, Spector.” You threatened before you finally stilled, muscles clenched, milking him for all it was worth. Relief washed over you, finally slipping into your much needed release.
“Fuck.” He growled spilling deep inside you, before halting all together and resting most of his weight on you. “Promise me you’re not gonna make Steven pull away.” he whispered.
“Promise.” You whispered, nuzzling against the crook of his neck. A promise you were now more than willing to make.
Unlike Steven and Marc, Jake wasn’t about to stand around and let everyone step all over you. Nah, if anyone fucks with his girl, he fucked them right back. He didn’t know exactly how it happened, but with him fronting and assigned to fetch you from your office, it was the biggest mistake Marc and Steven had ever decided to do for the day.
Unlike Marc or Steven–especially Steven, his eyes was not only focused on you the moment you had stepped out of the doors. He had eyes everywhere. He notices the smallest of details that Marc or Steven might have disregarded because of their focus solely on you. But not him, he loved you, adored you and the only woman he could openly admit he was more than willing to worship for as long as he was alive. He saw the smallest nudge one of your co-workers had done that almost had you missing your step had he not been quick enough to catch you.
He doesn’t say much about what had happened, but he knew you didn’t want to acknowledge it as much and fearing he might make a scene that would ruin whatever reputation you still had in the office you work in. But he remembers faces, got a few people he knows that might help with putting a name to those faces. He will deal with it later, his attention was solely focus on you at this point.
“How’s work, Mi Amor?” He inquired, face softening with how you were quick to wrap your arms around his torso–ignoring the fact that the both of you were still standing in the middle of the reception hall.
“Tiring, but got shorter shifts for the next few months.” You explained against his chest, pulling away an inch to crane your head to look right up at him. “Can’t say the same for the rest of the colleagues that need to pick up what I’ll leave behind.” You shrugged.
“Fuck them.” Jake spoke without an ounce of hesitation in his words, caring less now at this point if anyone in your office hears you.
“Now we know who she’s spreading her legs for and why she’s slacking.”
Just like lighting, he moved, quick to place his hand around the man’s throat. He could deal with you telling how much of a piece of shit your co-workers were. He could deal with how they constantly throw most of their own work right at you because you could and you wanted peace to remain in the office. But this, the filth in the man’s words was the last thing he wanted to hear–the last thing he wanted you to hear.
“Jake, don’t.” You pleaded, holding on to his hand that still held onto the poor sorry ass excuse of a man by the throat, one single squeeze and he could break his neck without much of an effort.
“What’s your fucking name?” Jake questioned, eyes solely focused on the man. The man who–from the wet puddle that formed on the floor and the wretched stench after, had pissed and shit himself. “Make me wait another second and I’m gonna make sure no one fucking recognizes your body when I’m done with you.”
“Greg.” The bastard whimpered. No longer was there the bravado from his initial statement.
“Here’s what’s gonna fucking happen, Greg. You and everyone that is in the fucking vicinity of my wife will not harm even a single hair on her fucking body, you will not speak shit that you do not even know about her, and the next time my wife comes home with tears in her eyes because you and the rest of your fucking flock of clowns that can’t do their work properly–we’re gonna have a talk.” Jake’s threats were what aroused both Marc and Steven out of whatever slumber the might have and what a fucking way to wake up to. Him, in the brink of breaking your co-worker’s neck for your honor.
Hearing no verbal confirmation, he cracked his free hand, ready to beat him up just to get a point, but the piece of shit was practically crying and agreeing to whatever condition he might have and apologizing to you for all the shit he has put you through.
“Get out of my face, You puta.” He spat finally letting go of the man’s neck and watching him make a run for it.
The next thing he knows, he was held by the ear by you. Blushing profusely for the incident.
“Are you fucking serious, Lockley?” You snapped, dragging him out of the reception and into the busy streets of London, by the ear of all places.
“Gotta protect what’s mine.” He muttered rubbing his ear as soon as you let go.
“Protect me? You were practically pissing at me for your territory.” You snapped, hands up in the air in your frustration. “I don’t even fucking know if I have anything to go back to in the morning because of your stunt.”
What he failed to tell you, and the rest of his alters was the small little fact that he knows your boss. And all the shit he’s gotten himself involved with over the years, firing you would be the last of his agenda–especially if he knows who you were married to. He did not need to tell you that, knowing this was the safest job you could be in as of the moment–shitty co-workers, but safe from whoever might use you against him when the time comes.
“I think when they find out the shit he’s saying, they’re gonna turn a blind eye if you they want you to not report that for harassments.” He shrugged as a matter of factly only earning an eye roll from you as you started walking towards the apartment with him following quickly behind. Marc and Steven’s voices berating him for his action kept him company all throughout the journey back.
He knew perfectly well you were fuming, but not enough to actually explode on him–which was a surprise for once. He would have thought you would just lose it in the office. But somehow your 'conversation’ with Marc a few days back finally got to you. Things around the apartment was getting more easy for everyone involved, less work meant less stress on your end which meant less tension back home when both of you just want to relax and sleep the night away.
He didn’t realize the door to your shared apartment was locked until the moment he turned the doorknob.
“Really mature, Mi Amor.” He muttered under his breath, pulling out the key from his pocket.
'I don’t blame her for being annoyed. Not one bit.’ Steven points out to which Jake just continued to ignore for now. It wasn’t the time and the place.
He took his time walking inside your shared apartment. Initially it always screamed that of your place as well as Steven, but every since you had found out about him and Marc, you had made it a point to ensure that they were both included in everything in the place. You all had your own coffee cups, with names and all. Everyone had their own towels, toothbrush, hell even their own respective space in the closet and space in the vanity for whatever was in their vanity table. You made this place a home to Steven just as much for him and Marc and that made him fall more and more in love with you. He had his doubts, you know it just as much as everyone else did, but further and further, through all your own faults at times, you made him feel love when all he had known all his life was anger and hatred for the life they had for themselves.
Seeing no sign of you in the living room, he made his way to the bedroom, halting in his step at the sight of you undressing. His eyes glued to your supple skin, your bare ass that he wants nothing more than to mark with his handprint.
“Don’t get your hopes up, Lockley. I’m still mad.” You muttered slowly unhooking your bra, the last remaining article of clothing you had left.
“I ain’t apologizing for keeping you safe, Mi Amor. You know me and you know my ways.” He stood his ground and the fuck he would even dare apologize for it. You’ve dealt with worse without him knowing.
“If I told you to kill someone, you won’t hesitate will you?” Your question was rhetorical but his silence was enough of an answer to your question. “Oh my god, that’s not how it works in life, Jake.”
“You spread your legs to me when I damn well please, but it is no one’s business but our own.” He snapped. “If you can’t earn their respect from working hard and picking up their mess then fear will make sure they know their place in this food chain, Y/N. That is what the real world is like.”
You simply rolled your eyes at him and made your way to the bathroom to which Jake was quick to follow, halting by the door frame and you turned on the shower without him, you were still facing him at this point. Defiance still written on your face.
“I’m serious, Jake. I’m not in the mood after your stunt in the office.” You muttered but his eyes was focused on your soaking body from more than just the water washing over you. The wetness between your legs was more than that.
“I said nothing, Mi Amor.” He smirked, eyes darkening at all of the idea he had for you.
“Jake…”
“I’m a starving man here, Y/N. I can look since I’m not allowed to touch.” He smirked knowing it wouldn’t take much to break you at this point.
“Just get in the shower, Lockley before I change my mind.” You snapped finally turning to face away from him, hiding the evident blush now painting your features.
And that was how Jake found himself in, showering in a far too scalding temperature of the water and consumed by you and your kisses.
“We’re gonna get the sheets wet!” You protest, barely dry from the shower you had with your husband as he carried you bridal style straight to bed.
“I’ll change it after, don’t worry about it.”
All that was important in this moment was him and how quick he can have himself balls deep inside of you.
Somehow with you, now laid on the bed, your still wet hair fanned on the bedsheets, all he could ever want was this. The smile on your face, no matter what shitty thing he might find himself having to do for the sake of the agreement, here you were. With your own demons, but helped each and every part of him with his own–of the neglect and abuse he had to endure at the hands of his own mother for something he never intended to happen as a kid.
You didn’t need much of a preparation, you were slick and ready for him. He pushed himself until he was balls deep inside you just like what he always wanted. He was rough, he held you by the neck. Not tight to cause you to lose conscience, but tight enough to constrict your airway. His other hand held onto your leg wide, until your knee was touching your shoulder. He pounded over you over and over again. The sound of the bed continued to squeak, the headboard slamming onto the wall over and over again, and your breathy whimper continued to escape your lips.
“I will kill anyone and everyone that would even think of looking at your general direction.” He spat jerking himself over and over again deep inside you, the sensation of hitting your cervix brought him close to the edge. “I am Vengeance, for you and for whatever Khonshu would want from me.” He snarled.
Letting go of your neck, he lifted your other leg and practically bent you in half as he continued to fuck you even faster, dragging you right towards the much needed release alongside him.
“Come on, Mi Amor.” He growl. “Where is the fight in you?” He taunts. “Where is the fucking fight just moments ago when I threatened that sorry excuse of a man.”
“I’m close.” You sobbed instead, hand rubbing against your core and Jake just found himself watching. The desperation in your eyes as you continuous to chase your orgasm.
His spat all the profanities he could, how he owned you, how you will be painted in the blood of all of his enemies, and how he would make you watch him skin the next person that would even dare try to hurt you. How you tightened at the last two brought him into chaos and satisfaction.
“Fuck!” He groaned as you’ve finally found your release, how you were now gripping onto his like a vice and he continued on with his movement until he felt the first spurt then lines after lines after.
Your eyes rolled back as you finally stilled.
Silence lingered in your bedroom and only now did he hear the sound of his neighbor knocking to keep it down and something he chose to ignore for now.
He peppered your legs a few kisses before finally bringing them back down and rubbing your side while you come down from your high. You were panting just as much as he was as he finally pulled away with a pop and the sight of his cum pooling between your legs almost brought turned him rock hard all over again.
“You’re staying here tonight.” You pointed out finally turning to look at him. “If you even think of doing the stunt you’ve done in the office now, I swear to God I’ll be the one to talk to Khonshu to kick your ass.”
He rolled his eyes falling onto the bed and pulling you to his naked chest. He wasn’t gonna do it.
“Promise me.”
“I promise I ain’t gonna leave the apartment tonight.” he muttered.
“That’s not what I want you to promise, Jake.”
“I ain’t gonna promise something I’m not gonna keep. I’m here tonight, in bed with you for your beck and call, so be happy about that.” He grumbled.
“Jake!”
“One more word, Mi Amor and that mouth of yours will be busy with something else instead.”
Silence. That’s more like it.
“You’re an asshole, Lockley.”
Always wanting to have the last word.
Since you’ve learned about your husband’s extra curricular activities every night, you’ve gotten more comfortable with late nights. The array of self-defense lessons you’ve gotten from both Marc and Jake had also been helpful. Steven was more into helping you talk your way out of numerous trouble you might find yourself getting involved in. Your confidence had been a little better now, no longer did you have your self-doubt about yourself and with how you work. You have your husbands to thank for it. You were trying hard to better yourself and help him with his own day to day trials and being able to be there for them when they need you the most was the first real reason why you needed to take the first step for your own betterment.
“I’m surprised they’ve let you out all on your own.”
Turning from where you were walking, you know perfectly well the owner of the voice.
“Following me is far beneath you, Khonshu.” You pointed out, gazing at one of the buildings to see him settled. “Never thought of you as a Voyeur too.” You teased watching as the older God had descended down and surprisingly turned into the image of your husband.
“Still a worm, I see.” He sneers to which you roll your eyes and continue on your walk to the convenience store for something to eat while your husband was out–well technically he was here, but you really are confused as hell if it’s really him or if Khonshu is just fucking with you at this point.
“Still a bird brain I see.” You quipped hearing him follow you far too close for you to be comfortable with–even if this was your husband. “Is that really my husband or is this another one of your party tricks?”
“Unfortunately, I have to carry this bag of potatoes back to you.” He grunts.
You smiled, holding onto the God (your husband’s) hand in appreciation. He might be a little grouchy from time to time, but you appreciate that he still cares for your husband and would rather he be taken home in his own terms than left to fend for himself. It seems the God has a soft spot for them.
You’ve made your way to the convenience store with your hand still holding on to his own, from an outsider’s perspective, all they could see was normal and far too handsome man for his own good. But you saw differently from the reflection. You held onto your husband’s rough but gentle hands but the reflection was showing that of Khonshu is his form. You should have been scared by such fact but you didn’t. Your husbands trusted you enough with the truth of his line of work, and with all the rhyme and reason when it comes to the God, you know perfectly well he has a soft spot for you–you might just buy him his own set of stuff for the apartment when you have the free time.
“Brought you gummy worms as well.” You point out once the both of you headed out of the convenience store with the plastic bag filled with far too many unhealthy snacks.
“Why am I not surprised.”
“You’ll love it, Birdman.” You teased right back as the both of you finally made your way back to the apartment and handing Khonshu the bag of gummies, you had ordered him to strip to his underwear and sit on the bed while you inspect the damage of this night’s mission.
“Is this a daily occurance for all of you?” He inquired, trying his best to keep a straight face while chewing the extremely sour gummy worms.
“I need to make sure there’s nothing that needs stitches.” You pointed out, lifting his arm seeing the bruises starting to form. “I know he’s sort of–but not really, invincible at this point, but it helps me to know they’re all fine.” You explained, trying to feel for his ribs, checking if there was anything broken and you rose a brow at how the God who was still possessing your husband’s breath had hitched at your touch.
You continued on with your inspection, the God no longer focused on his gummies, but instead on the way you were touching him. How your hands would be gentle still, fearing something might hurt or if he was sore. You rolled your eyes and pushed him down onto his back without much of a fight from him. He’s got it bad.
“Get out of the body Khonshu so I could talk to my husbands.” You requested, hand cupping the evidently growing erection confined in his boxers.
“A tease you are, Y/N.” He muttered eyes rolling and the familiar scream of Steven was there to replace it as he sat up and ready to fight.
“Where am I?” He questioned looking at his surroundings before easing himself as he caught sight of you. “Love? What happened? I blackedout.”
“Khonshu was nice enough to bring you guys home.” You assured. “Kicked him out of your body before he gets any funny ideas.” You continued.
“A tease!” You and your husband turned to see Khonshu floating by the window watching your conversation.
“I knew you were a voyeur, Birdman.” You teased confusing your husband further and Khonshu finally decided he has enough and left you both alone for some much needed privacy for the night.
Summary:You had only known about the many stories of Greek Mythology, interest peaked from a young age. Of the Gods and Goddesses as well as the monsters and heroes. But never in your life, during one of the many tours have you joined in seeing the ruins of the temples of Greece, did you even think of seeing your image in one of the bust. Persephone was her name, the most protected daughter of Demeter, and the beloved wife of Hades.
Summary:For Hell Hath No Fury like a scorned woman, you had given everything up, your title, your position among the Gods, and the husband that can’t seem to keep it in his pants. Only in your retreat does your husband see what he was truly missing.
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Summary: For your heart does not beat only for one man, you find yourself finding yourself incased in a blazing affair with a man that you were forced to take as your husband and a man whose sole purpose was to create wars.
Summary: With the death of your good friend and sugar daddy, you were left as the sole benefactor to his entire estate and given sole ownership to his company, which in turn, brought your whole world upside down and eventually had you pay it forward. Who would have ever thought it would be in the form of the ball of Sunshine named Steven Grant, and the secret he wasn’t so keen on letting anyone know about.
Characters: Steven Grant x F!Reader. Marc Spector x F!Reader. Jake Lockley x F!Reader. Tony Stark. Peter Parker. May Parker. Happy Hogan. Matt Murdock. Pepper Potts.
Series Warnings: Modern AU (No powers). Sugar Daddy/Mommy-Baby Relationship(s). Dissociative Identity Disorder. Mention of Trauma and other Unspecified Mental Disorder. Smut. Canon Typical Violence. Mention of Medical Assisted Suicide. Mention of Terminal Illness.
Summary: You go to give Steven his lunch on his first day as a tour guide, which leads to some interesting following events.
Warnings: Smut, unprotected p i v (wrap it before you tap it), oral (m recieving), jealousy, insecure thoughts, biting (f giving), smutty steven (that’s a warning ok?). MINORS DNI
Feel free to ask for more requests, I may not be able to get to them all immediately but I will eventually!
You considered yourself to be a pacifist. Believing that violence should be avoided until absolutely necessary, like life or death.
However you were seriously considering cutting that woman’s manicured hands off of her body if she didn’t get them off of your boyfriend.
It wasn’t like you didn’t trust Steven (or Marc and Jake for that matter), you trusted them completely. It was just a darker, more feral, more insecure part of you that looked at that person’s hands and wanted to tear them from his arm. You watched as she tried every trick in the book, fingers dancing along his arm, gasp you must work out a lot Steven, the fluttering of the eyes with a look that just says ‘notice me’, god you could practically hear her. However, you were content to stay next to the gift shop in the museum, silently seething at the woman but supporting Steven on his first day as a tour guide for now. Your poor Steven probably didn’t even realize what was going on, he was too engrossed talking about the mummification process to notice the woman’s (not really) subtle advances. You were about to take a walk to clear your head before you noticed how her eyes darted to his ass and bit her lip.
You checked the clock and you thanked all the gods that it was around Steven’s lunch break time. However he hadn’t noticed since he was so involved in answering and giving thorough explanations to the seemingly never ending questions that the woman asked.
Your low heels lightly clacked against the marble floor as you made your way to your curly haired vigilante. You were thankful you brought him his lunch that he probably didn’t even know he forgot.
You got to him just before the woman could ask another question that she just didn’t care about. You lightly tapped Steven on the shoulder, hoping your face was light hiding your seething feelings. He paused as he turned to you, you could see his dark eyes light up and the smile that you were convinced could blind the sun god himself stretched over his face.
“Darling,” Steven said, the woman beside him glared at you, you tried to pay her no mind. You held up the brown paper bag with the words “Steven with a V” written in his handwriting.
“Couldn’t let you miss lunch again love,” You said in a light tone, you hand him the paper bag with a kiss on his cheek. You lingered there for a second, recuperating the glare the blonde woman behind him was giving you. You wanted to kiss him breathless in front of her, grab his ass as you glared at her with a silent message in your eyes.
Mine
But you knew that Steven would probably blush profusely and get reprimanded on his first day, so you did what you could do. You were sweet, you were a silent storm, brewing.
“Well now that you’re here, why don’t we both go to lunch?” Steven asked, his fingers playing with the paper bag slightly. His hands always needed something to do, whether that’s playing with the strings on his jacket, solving a puzzle or…more pleasurable.
“Sounds like a plan,” You look behind Steven, right at the woman who Steven by now has completely forgotten about and smile a sweet and subtle ‘fuck you’ smile. Steven was about to walk away when the woman stopped him, and he clearly was startled, after forgetting her.
“Wait,” she said, god you hated her voice, it was too high pitched and nasally, “I still have a few questions regarding a thing we saw at the beginning of the tour.”
“It’s ok,” Steven said pointing to the person taking his place during lunch, “Bob will be able to answer those questions,” He holds out his hand to shake hers, “I’m off, lovely meeting you Sarah.”
You heard her slightly huff before you headed off towards the front doors to find somewhere to eat together. You were a few feet away from the museum when you heard Steven let out a chuckle.
“What’s funny?” You asked curiously.
“You,” Steven said, “I never thought I would live to see the day that I’d have someone getting jealous over somebody flirting with me.” His words shocked you.
“Me! Jealous,” You asked incredulously and a little defensively, “what would I be jealous about. She was just clearly veryinterested in what you had to say that she simply couldn’t contain herself.” Steven responded by chuckling more. His deep voice rumbling in his chest, eye crinkling in amusement as he admires the embarrassed flush invades your face and gives you away. Usually you’re the one to catch him being jealous, not the other way around so this was a treat. And if he was being honest, it made him feel special, knowing that he could have that effect on you as well. However, while he adored the pout that was currently on your face that you were trying to hide, he loved your smiles and laughter far more.
He grabbed your hand from your face, uncovering your blushing face.
“Although I’m flattered,” He starts as he kisses your cheek, “jealousy doesn’t suit you, I like seeing you smile more.” He stops you and brings you to the side of the sidewalk, where a wall full of graffiti laid bare, he kisses your nose before finally bringing you for a sweet and tender kiss on your lips. His kiss was always soft, full of love and tenderness. It was like kissing a dream, beautiful and leaves you in a sort of cloudy gaze, barely remembering it until his lips were on yours again. You would have probably kissed more if it wasn’t for the resounding rumble of your stomach interrupting you, reminding you that while you brought lunch for Steven you had barely eaten today. You and Steven looked at each other before laughing, his hands in yours, you both searched for a place to eat together.
—
You laid in bed with Steven, you washed the sheets earlier that day and you had just gotten out of the shower so a fresh scent surrounded you. The only thing it was missing was him.
Without him there thoughts of the day passed by, the woman from the museum still on your mind. You were so happy with Steven and Marc, and Jake. But you’ve been happy before, you’ve trusted before only to have it thrown back at your face. You start worrying that maybe you were misreading the situation, maybe you were harsh, maybe this is one of the good things that doesn’t last and this is the beginning of the end.
You were so caught up with your inner demons that you didn’t register your personal angel sliding into the freshly washed and dried sheets until you felt a hand cradle your face.
“What’s going on in that mind of yours darling?” Steven asked, dark eyes unwavering.
“Steven I-”
“Darling what is it you always say to us?”
“Communication is key.”
“Correct,” Steven said as his hand went from cradling your face to holding your hand, “so communicate darling, I’m all ears.”
“I get scared sometimes,” You admit unable to say no to him, “today I have you. But tomorrow is never a given, I’m so scared that someday when I’ve let go completely that you’ll want nothing to do with me. That you’ll regret me and leave. I know this is rubbish, but I still worry. I also worry I may have been a little too harsh on Sarah from the gift shop today.” true to his word Steven lets you let it out. His eyes and ears never deviated once.
“It’s ok to get scared,” Steven starts, “I could say the same things too, I am the luckiest bastard today because I have you, but I can be the sorriest knob on the earth tomorrow if you decide I’m too broken to be loved. But while I have you, I plan on holding you, loving you, I plan on keeping that heart you gave me safe and warm, like how you are keeping mine.” Your eyes look away before he directs your attention back at him, “hey look at me,” his thumb ghosts over your cheeks, “I’m yours, nothing can change that.”
You bring your face to his, your lips molding together like puzzle pieces, you just fit. Your hands cradle his face, before going to his scalp as you lift one leg and straddle him on the bed. Your hands gently massage the space between his ear and hair. You hear him moan as his large hands grip your hips firmly, tanned digits digging into soft flesh, as the kisses now become opened mouthed and breathing becomes ragged.
Stevens hands move from their place on your waist and dance up your side before grabbing the hem of your nightshirt. He parts from you for just a second to which you respond with a slight wine, you open your eyes to see his midnight eyes asking silently, pleading really, to lift your shirt. You bite your lip as you nod, lifting your arms he practically tore the shirt from you. The bite of night air made goosebumps rise all over your skin, the mixture of the aroused look in your eyes and how your topless figure bathed in the moonlight left Steven absolutely breathless with love and lust. You could see his dark eyes darken as he drank you in, no matter how many times Steven has seen you he always got the same look as though he was looking at you for the first time. And that made you feel cherished.
Steven’s mouth lowered itself on your left breast, nipple in mouth, sucking, biting, tugging. Dragging choked, and needy whimpers and moans from you as you clutch onto his dark, damp curls. Back arching into his mouth, while his left hand played with your right breast and his right hand kneading the flesh of your ass. All of this went straight to your core, feral need flooded you as your mouth lowered itself to his ear. You nibbled at the top of his ear, licked and tugged at the lower part. Which seemed to send Steven into a needy frenzy of his own, he could feel your hot breath in his ear, deep and seductive.
“Let me touch you,” you whispered moaning in his ear as you tugged at the bottom of his shirt, “I need to touch you love please.”
For you he would do anything.
He stopped and excitedly got rid of the last shred of clothing separating your top halves together. Just as he was about to continue worshiping your breasts the way they deserved, you gently pushed him back, letting your hands roam around his toned body. Memorizing every detail.
Every scar, every mole, every freckle and goosebump.
You want to memorize it all.
Your lips latch onto his neck, sucking and kissing your way down to his clavicle. His breathing gets more erratic as he is so hard he throbs, his hands dancing patterns onto your skin. Your kisses continue downward, you take a small detour to take his dark nipple in your mouth sucking before lightly biting. His back arched at the sensation, urging for more, begging. However you have other plans as your hands gently caress the outline of his cock through his sleep pants. Noting the slight wet spot right where you knew the head was, a mischievous smirk settled on your lips. Your kisses travel lower, and lower until you are at eye level with the decent sized bulge. Your eyes look up at the half lidded and sex addled eyes of your lover before kissing the tip through the pants. The groan was guttural and damn did that do wonders for your confidence. You’ve brought him here, to the point between saving and utter ruin. Your eyes ask a silent question and he nodds fervently, your hands reach the waistband of his pants and he lifts his hips. You pull them down until his cock sprang forward, slapping against his stomach. It made your mouth water as you pulled back the foreskin and gave the tip of it a kiss before enveloping him within your mouth.
Steven swears as his fingers clutch the hair on your scalp in a tight grip as you bob your head up and down in a consistent and steady rhythm. Your tongue tracing the outline of the vein on the underside of his shaft. You look up and as you see Steven fall apart beneath you, his chest rising and falling erratically as you pick up your pace. You decide to get dangerous as you just barely let your teeth graze him. Suddenly you are pulled off of him, the salty taste of his precum lingering on your tongue as he mashes his pillow soft, kiss swollen lips against yours, nearly drawing blood. The kiss is all lust and teeth and tongue. His hands grab the flesh of your ass tightly, for sure leaving bruises in their wake. And you know you’ll wear those bruises on your ass like a badge of honor.
As the kiss died down he pressed his sweat covered forehead against yours.
“That was close,” Steven whispered breathlessly, “I would’ve made a mess if you had done that again.”
“That good huh?” you joked just as breathless as him as he kissed you again, sweetly. The combination of the feral and lust blown kiss from earlier to the sweet and domestic kiss was enough for your mind to whirl.
“Better than good,” Steven said, breaking away from the kiss, “but I want you to come before I do darling.”
You suddenly felt full as Steven thrusted his hips upward connecting you together. The pleasure filled screamed that came out of you made you sure that tomorrow you will receive a noise complaint…again.
Steven’s hands steadied you as you fell forward, your chest against his as he began thrusting upward. Bouncing you up and down his lower appendage.
You could barely form a coherent sentence as Steven expertly rocked into you and hit consistently in that one goddamn spot that made you see white. It was difficult to believe that Steven was so awkward about sex before when he’s fucking you so damn good. Your sweat covered chest rubbing against his, his hands firmly on your and the sole attention you were receiving was all contributing to the tight coil forming in your belly. It only got tighter once his diligent and skilled fingers found the sensitive little bundle of nerves and started rubbing in lazy circles that you felt the coil get impossibly tight as you felt him throb inside you.
“I’m not gonna last much longer my darling,” he confesses as his lips attack your neck, “you’re so tight, let go my darling cum for me.”
At that you did, you felt the surge of mind blowing pleasure that you didn’t realize you bit harshly onto Stevens neck. However at the feeling of your teeth sinking into him and marking him he exploded, unable to keep rocking into you as his release leaked out of where you both were joined.
You both stayed like that for a while, with you collapsed on top of him, gently kissing the mark you left on him as an apology. While he lovingly traced the outline of your spine and the red marks he knew will darken into bruises by morning. Both of you basked in each other’s afterglow, not having the energy to move and nearly falling asleep. However Steven, the man who was always so attentive to your needs, knew you would be uncomfortable in a few hours if he didn’t clean you up. So reluctantly he removed himself from you with a wet plop, you groaned as you felt so empty without him. He kissed your temple and tried to remove himself from you, letting you know he was just gonna get a wet rag to clean you up with as well.
You drifted in and out of sleep as you heard him in the bathroom over wetting the rag with warm water.
He came back not a few minutes later with a warm wet rag and cleaned you up, although you were sensitive the warm wet rag was a welcome. After cleaning you up Steven disposed of the rag after cleaning himself up as well, he slid in next to you. His chin resting on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around your torso.
“How in the bloody hell am I going to cover this love bite tomorrow.”
Steven sat at the desk, gazing at all the people that came and went inside the museum with a loud sigh. He was getting bored and frustrated having no ability to share his Egypt knowledge, but rather be forced to sit at the gift shop and wait hours on end for someone to decide to buy an overly-priced souvenir.
Frustrated was an understatement.
Lately he had been feeling extremely on edge. Why, he could not tell for sure. There was no real reason to feel that way. He had a decent job, a good life – for the most part of it.
Summary: Steven has questions about a particular toy that you own, especially: “can I see you use it”.
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, mentions of marc, sex toys, multiple orgasms, creampie, rough sex, pet names, oral, innocence, voyeurism (?), i just needed to get this off of my chest ok
As the kettle finished boiling, you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, rolling your neck to try and ease the stiffness that seemed to have settled throughout the muscles in your body from your night’s activity with Marc. It had been the two of your anniversary, so he had treated you to a luxuriously long night of hard fucking, the thoughts bringing warmth to your cheeks as you stirred the water with the coffee granules in your favourite mug.
A loud grunt from the bedroom had you turning on the spot, smiling to yourself as you started to make your way back to the room, noticing the naked man in the middle of the bed starting to wake. As usual, you’d expected Marc to turn over, give a long stretch and reach out for you like he always did but instead, a mop of dark curly locks popped up from the centre of the bed, wild eyes looking around in a confused and disorientated expression.
Immediately you rushed forward, gently placing your mug on your bedside dresser and sitting on the edge of the bed, your hands weaving into his hair to try and calm him, your voice coming out only as loud as a whisper, “Hey Steven, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you today, are you ok?”
As soon as he felt your fingers on his scalp and your voice drifted through his senses, you saw his muscles relaxing, head falling back onto the pillow but his face turned towards you, lips turning up at the corners as he briefly looked at you up and down, his smile widening when he noticed you were only wearing one of Marc’s t-shirts and nothing more. “Yeah - thought I’d surprise you, didn’t I love, I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too, baby,” you responded with just as much eagerness as he did, leaning down to kiss him quickly on the lips before glancing around the room, trying to subtly spot everything that you needed to hide before Steven noticed from your night with Marc. It wasn’t much use though as Steven caught your wandering eyes and quickly sat up, eyes widening slightly.
“Uh, looks like you and Marc had a pretty wild night, huh.” You could tell he was embarrassed as he saw all of the sex toys, lube, straps and lingerie scattered over the bed and floor. Biting your lip, you tried not to laugh at Steven’s innocence, finding him endearing as you reached behind him to detach a pair of handcuffs from the railings of the bed.
“Yeah, sorry about this, I would have put them away last night if I knew you were coming but I think we kinda passed out at some point”. Standing from the bed, you began to tidy everything away into the designated draws.
It was only as you bent down to pick up your vibrator wand from the end of the bed did you notice the embarrassed expression on Steven, shift to one of confusion. “Are you ok over there, Mr Grant?” you asked with a smile, walking towards the bedside cabinet to put your favourite toy away.
Steven’s brows furrowed further as his eyes flicked from your face to the toy in your hands, “uh…whats that? In your hands I mean, what is it? Is that supposed to go inside of you?” he asked, eyes widening at his question.
You had to really concentrate on not laughing out loud now at his innocence as you responded, “it’s a vibrator, my love”.
His eyebrows raised in a shocked expression, “wow really? I thought they were supposed to look like lipsticks? Why is it so big?”
Climbing into the bed next to him, you explained that they could look very different, coming in different colours, shapes, and settings. Steven’s eyebrows were still knitted together in wonder, his mouth opening and closing like he had a million questions but also didn’t have anything to ask. “If you have any questions, my love, please ask”.
“Why is that-” he coughed slightly, almost like he was choking on his words, “why does that one feel better?”
Reaching across the sheets, you grasped his hand in your own, hoping that the soft strokes of your thumb on the back of his hand would help calm his nerves. “This one, in particular, is one of your favourites because of the deep rumbling vibrations and the sensations seem to hit all of the right places so usually doesn’t take long for me to orgasm.”
Steven seemed less uncomfortable now but, was still restless in his seat and if the tent forming in the sheets was any indication, he seemed to be enjoying the conversation in a different way. You were very much the same, trying not to unconsciously rub your thighs together to ease the tension that was slowly building. Shaking your head slightly, you continued, “from what Marc has said, the vibrator also feels good for you as well if you run it up and down your shaft”.
Keeping your eyes close on Steven, you notice his eyes very quickly glance towards the full-length mirror in your room before looking at a spot on the sheets and from the way his shoulders straightened and jaw clenched, you knew that Marc must have spoken to him. “What is it, Steven?”
“It’s Marc, he’s woken up and being a prick, it’s nothing” Steven mumbled, both of his hands now playing with the one you’d place on his.
“What did Marc say?”. Steven glanced back to the mirror briefly before sighing, sitting up more in the bed as he uncomfortably spoke.
“He um… he told me to ask if you could show me how it works - but you don’t have to do that, he’s just being a knobhead-”.
“I don’t mind showing you Steven if you’d like to see”. Stevens’s voice cut off instantly, his eyes widening as he stared at you like a deer caught in headlights. Squeezing his hand to try and comfort him, you waited patiently for him to respond, not wanting to push him out of his comfort zone but also knowing that he would always be worried about offending or asking too much from you. “That’s only if you want me to Steven, I don’t mind at all, my love”.
Your boyfriend swallowed harshly, his voice barely audibly as he only said one word, “ok”. Smiling brightly at him, you leaned forward to kiss his lips quickly, anticipation brewing in the bit of your stomach as gently you pulled on his hand, helping him to climb from the bed. The sheet slipped from his well-toned body, revealing his erection that bobbed up and down with his movements as he stood up.
Moving around the bed, you pulled your make-up chair until it was at the end of the bed, pushing him into it and making sure he was comfortably sitting. “Just sit back baby and watch”.
You gave him an encouraging smile whilst climbing onto the bed, lying in the centre with your legs half hanging off so Steven had the perfect view of your centre, and also the fact that you weren’t wearing any underwear. The beautiful man once again glanced at the mirror however and it had you asking, “what did he say now?”
“He said this was his favourite view” Steven responded, his face now relaxed and eyes ablaze with passion as he sat patiently waiting, his cock still throbbing and standing to attention.
“Well, I hope it’ll be yours too” you whispered, lifting your shirt up and over your head whilst trying to get into a comfortable position.
“Oh god it is” he quickly breathed out and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your cheeks and the warming beneath your skin as his intense gaze.
After pulling a few pillows under your head, you were now able to watch him from in between your legs as you spread them wide and placed the head of the vibrator just above your clit, taking a deep breath before finally turning it on to the lowest setting. The sensations caused a shiver to rush down your spine, your eyes shutting as your body zoned in on the feelings of the vibrations all over your already dripping cunt.
Letting out a deep sigh and relaxing your muscles further into the bed, you tried to ignore the clenching of your hole and the way the tightening sensation was already building in your abdomen at the mere thought of both Steven and Marc watching you in this position, Marc had seen it many times before but not your innocent Steven.
As you felt your body needing a little more, you clicked the button on the vibrator to turn the settings up by one and your body immediately began to tremble, breaths coming out in quick bursts as you already were feeling close. Your hips were rising slightly off of the bed as you began to audibly moan out Steven’s name.
Opening your eyes, you looked down at your boyfriend between your shaking thighs and looked at the unbelievably lustful look in his eyes that were unblinking, flicking between your face and cunt.
It was almost an immediate effect, as soon as you looked at the beautiful man sitting watching you as if his life depended on it, your head flew back, pussy convulsing, legs shaking uncontrollably as you came hard and fast, Stevens name spilling from your lips repeatedly.
It took you a few moments to catch your breath, turning off your vibrator and placing it on the bed, you finally opened your eyes. “Usually it takes me a little bit longer to orgasm but I think you’ve got me all worked up Steven” you mumbled shyly, surprising yourself with how fast you’d orgasmed and the fact that Steven had yet to move from his position on the chair.
Sitting up, you ignored the damp spot that had formed on the bed from your juices as you stared at him, “are you ok Steven? Talk to me, my love”.
Steven didn’t move for a few seconds, your heart began to pound harder in your chest as you waited for any kind of response from him until finally, his mouth twitched, “That was…the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed”.
It was your turn to be speechless, cheeks once again warming at his words. Marc usually called you hot when he saw you getting off, but never beautiful, Steven really did know the right things to say to make you feel special.
As you opened your mouth to respond, Steven had other ideas as he quickly stood from the chair, knocking it over in the process and rushed to cup your cheeks, his lips fiercely attaching to your own, kissing you harshly. His mouth was hot and heavy against yours, tongue immediately slipping into your mouth, teeth scraping against your lips as you both toppled back onto the bed.
Your fingers tried to grip onto any part of him that you could, his back, his face, his chest until finally you were able to squeeze a hand between your bodies to grip his leaking cock. Steven gasped at the touch and his fingers encircled around your wrist, pulling it up until your fingers were interlocked. “No love, let me”.
Before you could question him on what he meant, Steven was already moving down your body, leaving a trail of kisses and licks all whilst pushing your thighs up until finally, his hot breath was fanning across the moist skin of your cunt. “Steven-” your moans cut you off as he started by licking up every drop of liquid, warm tongue delving past every nerve that had your back arching up on the bed. “Fuck Steven”.
Steven’s tongue was something he prided himself on, knowing all of your special spots and tricks to have you seeing stars as he sealed his lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth and feeling how it throbbed at the sensations. Glancing down, you watched over your mound as Stevens released your clit momentarily to move his tongue as far as he could into your sensitive cunt that was clenching in desperation, you needed him badly, you didn’t want to wait any longer. “Steven please, I need you, please!”
His tongue left your body as he listened to your desperate cries, crawling steadily up your body, making sure to suck move nipples into his mouth before you finally could feel the head of his cock tease at your entrance.
It was his turn to gasp as he was easily able to slip in, your juices more than enough lube for him as inch by inch stretched your walls. Your hands were once again interlocked with his, moving up and over your head as he settled his body over yours.
Usually, Steven liked to take things slow, doing slow hip thrusts to really build up the tension but today, he was like a man possessed as his hips slapped against yours, the bed shaking against the wall as he pounded into you. Every stroke brushed against every nerve and you felt your body trembling with how good it felt, the moans coming from you were near animalistic, your lips kissing along his neck, trying to give him any sort of pleasure that he was currently giving to you.
As you could feel his lips move to your throat, somewhere amongst all of the pleasure he had let go of one of your hands, and it wasn’t until his hips shifted positions and the deep vibrations returned directly onto your clit as Steven had picked up your vibrator and slide it between your bodies. “Oh my- Steven holy shit”.
You couldn’t even remember your own name with how incredible you felt, your only thoughts were ‘steven, steven, steven’ and nothing more. “Does that feel good, love?”
“Yes, fuck yes, don’t stop Steven!” You were right on the edge, it was right there at the very tip of your fingers. Opening your eyes, you stared up at Steven as he was now resting on his elbow, cock thrusting into your cunt, vibrator on its lowest setting - but it was looking up and seeing Steven, mouth open, sweat glistening on his forehead as he stared down at you, eyes now leaving your own and finally the tension in your abdomen tingled throughout your cunt and down your thighs as you came hard.
Your cunt constricted around his cock and in the throws of your euphoria, Steven also shouted out, coating your walls in his seed, each spurt sending shivers down his spine as he dropped the vibrator onto the bed to use both arms to keep himself up.
Finally, the two of you collapsed next to each other, skin burning hot and sweat dripping onto the sheets along with the fluids that were slowly leaking from your entrance.
Steven was the first to move, picking up your hand to place a single kiss on the back of your knuckles, his voice deep and laced with satisfaction as he said, “maybe we could use more of these toys”.
The giggle bubbled in your throat as you looked towards him, “yeah I think we should.”
Warnings/Tags: smut, porn with a little plot, subby!Steven, soft dom!reader, loss of virginity (Steven), oral (f receiving), unprotected piv (don’t do that in real life pls), dry humping, use of pet names (good boy, etc.), aftercare
A/N: Look, I… I don’t know what to say for myself. Steven does things to me and I just wanna see him beg, okay? No Moon Knight spoilers, this takes place vaguely before the events of the series, and is also not really canon compliant anyway lol.
Steven Grant is sweet. No word can better describe the man. He’s shy, kind, a bit of a disaster. You just want to wrap him up in a blanket and give him some tea.
But you also want to make him squirm.
Maybe it’s depraved, but you can’t help it. Every time you see him awkwardly wringing his hands together and trying his best to hold a conversation you imagine how he would look and sound under you, desperate and needy. You figure he’s a virgin, the way he can barely look a girl in the eye, let alone ask one on a date. But that doesn’t matter to you, you want him.
Your fantasies aren’t entirely cruel, though. Yes, you want him whining and begging, but you really just want to take care of him. You know that getting him worked up would make his release feel so much better in the end, and he deserves that. You want him to be your good boy, but you don’t know how to make it happen.
The aforementioned inability to form a coherent sentence in the presence of really anyone, let alone a beautiful woman, makes things difficult. You know he isn’t completely socially inept, he’d obviously managed to get a job and seemed to have a friend or two, but he has obviously been under a lot of stress recently. Hence your desire to help him relieve it.
You had been building up to it, slowly. You’d started by just being a friend. You made sure to be patient with him whenever he stumbled over a word, giving him an encouraging smile when you passed him at work.
You moved up to having the occasional lunch together, allowing him to control the conversation, or lack thereof. You didn’t mind sitting in silence with him, if that’s what made him comfortable.
After a few weeks, you’re having lunch most days, enjoying casual conversation. You can still see the stress on his face and in his eyes, but it doesn’t seem to be stemming from having to interact with you.
You decide it might be time to take the leap.
“Steven?” He was zoned out, you’d hit a pause in the conversation and his mind had wandered elsewhere. You get his attention, reminding him that someone else was there.
His eyes refocus, landing on your face. He doesn’t quite make eye contact still, but he makes an effort.
“Sorry, was just thinking.”
“That’s okay, I just have a question for you” you reply, trying to keep your tone casual.
His brow furrows, confusion evident on his gorgeous face. You’d been shocked when you first met him that everyone wasn’t falling all over themselves to get a date with this man, he was so pretty. Even though he dressed in clothes that were too big for him and never remotely matched, you could tell he had a great body and his face was like a Greek god. Then you’d had a conversation with him and understood why most people wouldn’t want to put in the effort of getting him out of his shell.
You take his silence as a cue to continue.
“I was just wondering if you might want to get dinner or a drink or something after work.”
“Oh, yes that would be nice, do you mean— is this… I mean—“
You smile at his hesitance, clearly trying to figure out if this was a date or not but not sure how to ask.
“Yes like a date, Steven” you explain, seeing his expression change from worried to relieved.
“Great, I’ll meet you at the gift shop when your shift ends?” You pick up your bag and stand, making your way back to work.
“Okay” he practically whispers, looking dazed and clearly processing what has just happened.
“Okay, see you later, Steven” you reply cheerfully, also excited for the evening.
The rest of the work day feels unbearably long, but you get through it and it’s finally 7, the end of your shift and time to meet Steven. You make your way to the gift shop, waiting quietly as Steven finishes with his last customer. He was thankfully not late or otherwise a frustration for Donna today and did not have to do inventory.
When the customer leaves, Steven looks over and sees you, his face lighting up. You give him a small wave, and he grabs his bag and walks to you. He has both hands holding tightly to the strap of his bag, clearly nervous but not unhappy.
“Hiya” he gives you a tight-lipped smile.
Since you were done working, you’ve unbuttoned your shirt a bit, and you see Steven’s eyes fall briefly to your more exposed chest, which is exactly what you’d hoped for.
“Ready to go?” Steven nods. “There’s a great place near my flat that has a lot of vegan options, it’s really good but also a casual atmosphere, you wanna go there?”
“Sounds lovely.” Steven’s face flushes a bit, seemingly catching on to the implications of you mentioning the proximity to your place.
You make your way to the restaurant, chatting about your days as you walk. You fortunately get a table tucked away in the corner, not too close to anyone else so you can talk without feeling surrounded by strangers. You and Steven have a wonderful conversation, he’s very excited to talk with you about Egyptian mythology, and you love the way his face lights up when you ask him questions. When the check comes Steven insists on paying, adding to your increasing anticipation of getting him back to your flat.
When you walk out of the restaurant, Steven seems unsure if the evening is about to be over or not. You hold his hand, fingers lacing with his, and he looks at you hopefully.
“Would you like to come back to my place?” You ask, not bothering to think of a reason for inviting him there since you both know what you really meant.
His breath hitches.
“Yeah. Please.” He nods quickly.
The walk to your place is quick, as intended, and soon you’re sitting on your couch next to Steven, letting your thigh brush against his.
His nerves had clearly gone up exponentially, and you can tell he wants to say something.
“Everything okay?” You ask gently, wanting to make sure he really wanted this and he didn’t feel pressured.
“Yeah, I want to do this, trust me” he emphasizes, eyes scaling your body, “I’ve just, um… I haven’t ever, you know…” he trails off, his gaze dropping to the floor.
“I don’t care about that, Steven. Just follow my lead and let me know if anything makes you uncomfortable okay? I’ll take care of you. Will you be a good boy for me? Let me make you feel good?” You move one hand to his knee.
He whimpers a little at your words, nodding slowly.
“I need you to use your words, love.”
“Yes, yes I’ll be good” Steven manages, swallowing thickly as we waits for your next move.
“Good. Just say stop if there’s anything you don’t like, okay? We’ll start slow. Can I kiss you?” You had moved your hand further up his thigh, rubbing soft circles with your thumb.
Steven nods, then remembers to use his words, good boy, and takes a steadying breath.
“Yes.”
You move your unoccupied hand to his face, pulling him toward you. Steven’s eyes flutter closed as he leans in to press his lips to yours.
The kiss is a little awkward and stiff right at first, but Steven quickly gets the hang of things and lets himself relax into it. After a moment you coax his mouth open with your tongue and he follows your lead, licking into your mouth with hunger.
His hands had at some point moved to your hips, pulling you closer to him. It isn’t quite close enough, yet, so you shift, planting one knee on either side of his hips and straddling his lap. That earns you another small whimper, which sounds even better than you had imagined.
With some effort, Steven breaks the kiss, sliding his hands upward slightly to the hem of your shirt. “Can I—?” He looks up at you hopefully, small creases forming on his brow as he searches for an answer.
You can’t stop yourself from moving a hand to his face again, gently smoothing those little creases with your thumb.
“Yes, baby, of course” Steven sighs, crashing his lips to yours again as he allows his hands to slip up and under your top. His hands find your breasts, touching with hesitance at first but then becoming more greedy. When his thumbs brush over your nipples, your hips grind into his slightly, causing him to buck up against you.
He’s already painfully hard, and you can feel the impressive size of him through his trousers.
You move your lips down his neck and your hands to his chest as Steven decides you no longer need your top, and unbuttons it the rest of the way. You shrug it off your shoulders, letting it fall to the ground behind you.
You can feel how fit his body is through his shirt, confirming your suspicions.
You suck a mark into his neck, causing him to groan and buck his hips again, getting more desperate.
He moves his hands back down to your hips, trying to pull you against him more, but you resist.
“Patience, sweet boy. No need to rush”
Hewhines— finally, beautifully. Just hearing the sound you’d been dreaming of for so long sends a wave of arousal through you, breaking through your facade of dominance and allowing your own desperation to seep through.
You stop kissing him abruptly, causing that soft crease to form again on his face, and stand.
“I think it’s time to move to the bedroom, yes?” You ask, grabbing his hand and encouraging him to stand as well.
“Yeah” he rasps, then clears his throat, “yes I agree.”
You make the short journey to your bedroom, watching as Steven’s eyes scan your belongings to assess your more hidden personality.
You remove the rest of your clothing quickly, refocusing Steven’s attention solely on you, and help him to do the same.
His length is as impressive as you had felt earlier, throbbing and neglected.
You lay on the bed, legs spread to invite him to you.
He crawls onto the bed, but stops short of where you had expected him, hands resting on your legs and eyes locked on your center.
“Fuck— you’re so wet, love. Can I taste you? Please? I don’t know if I’m any good but I’ll do whatever you tell me. I just want to so badly.” He rambles, asking so earnestly for something you’d never refuse him.
“Of course, sweet boy. Don’t think too hard about doing it right, just do what feels good and I’ll tell you if you should do something different” you instruct, carding your hand through his hair to encourage him toward where you need him.
He places a kiss on your stomach first, something no one else has ever done before. You’re not exactly sure why he does, but it feels like he’s claiming you, acknowledging the parts of your body that don’t explicitly serve a purpose for his pleasure.
He then moves downward, licking a broad stripe through your folds. Encouraged by the sound you make when he does that, he continues exploring you with his tongue, finding your clit quickly and circling it.
“You’re—fuck— you’re doing so well, Steven. Stay right there, if you just, just suck—“ you cut yourself off with a moan as he follows your instructions, wrapping his lips around your sensitive bud and applying just the right amount of pressure.
You’re basically babbling now, a string of good boys and other praises flowing from you as he gets more confident in his ministrations. Your words clearly have an effect on him, you can hear his little grunts of pleasure as you talk.
You see his hand move down the front of his body, wrapping around his weeping cock to relieve some pressure, but you can’t have that.
“Steven, no touching without permission. Don’t want you getting yourself too worked up, do we?” You try to use your most stern tone, but it doesn’t come out quite as firm as you’d hoped in your state of arousal.
He lifts his head briefly, eyes wide.
“M’sorry, it’s just— shit, you feel so good I couldn’t help it”
“It’s okay, love, just don’t do it again or I might have to restrain those pretty arms” you tease as he returns his mouth to your cunt, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. The groan Steven makes lets you know that he definitely liked the sound of your little threat. Next time.
You’re so close now, for his first time Steven’s enthusiasm has definitely gotten him far, you just need a little more. You encourage him to use his fingers, telling him how to curl them the right way to hit that one spot inside you.
Once he does that, you’re barreling toward your release, clamping down on him hard.
“That’s it, good boy. Don’t— oh— please don’t stop I’m gonna fucking cum, yes yes yes—“ you hit your peak and lose the ability to form a coherent sentence, practically screaming Steven’s name and holding onto his hair for dear life.
He continues to lick you slowly as you come down, stopping only when you tell him it’s too much.
You drag him back up to your face, kissing him desperately and tasting yourself on him.
“Was that good?” He asks as you pull away, seemingly genuinely unsure as if you hadn’t just had one of the best orgasms of your life.
“Yes, oh my god baby yes that was amazing, I knew you’d be good at that” his face lights up at your praise, and he unconsciously bucks his hips again, and you can feel how hard and desperate his cock is for some attention.
You push his shoulders to encourage him to flip, his back hitting the bed and you straddling his hips again.
You start to grind your dripping cunt over his length, causing Steven to gasp and drop his head back onto the pillows.
“What do you want, sweet boy? You wanna fuck me?” You ask, tone almost mocking.
“Yes, yes please I need to feel you” he rasps, fingers digging into your hips as he tries to move you onto his cock.
You decide to push him just a little more, make him complete putty in your hands.
“I don’t know, I’m not sure you really mean it. If you want to fuck me, beg for it. Be a good boy and let me hear how desperate you are for me” you lean down to say the last sentence right in his ear, nibbling the lobe then pulling back to see the wrecked look on his face.
“Please– I need you. I need to be inside you, please I’ll do anything you ask. Just let me fuck you darling” He begs for you, whimpering and practically gasping for air, pleading for you to give him some relief.
This is what you wanted, all the thoughts in his pretty little head completely replaced with need, totally consumed by you.
“What a good boy, asking so nicely for me. Of course you can fuck me baby, wanna make you feel good” you soothe, bringing your lips to his again as you lift your hips and gently take his cock in your hand to notch it at your entrance.
As you sink down on him, you both moan, and you can feel him throbbing as he fills you all the way.
Even after he got you ready he’s still a stretch, and you wonder if he really knows how well-endowed he is.
“You’re so big, love, you fill me up so well.” Steven seems to have lost all ability to form words, as the only response you get is a stifled moan and his hands gripping you a little tighter.
You start to move, lifting your hips up and down slowly, knowing that if you went too fast things could be over pretty quickly given how worked up you’d gotten him.
You feel Steven’s hands trying to pull you down onto him quicker, and he finally whimpers a small “please,” asking you to go faster.
You decide to let him set the pace.
“That’s it sweet boy, take what you need” you encourage, and he starts rocking into you quickly, at just the right angle to hit the spot inside you that works you up quickly to another release.
You’re glad to be close again because you can feel Steven’s rhythm faltering, clearly not able to hold out much longer.
You consider making him slow down, seeing how far you could push him, but you decide that’s probably too much right now, and you just want him to feel good.
“You getting close, love? I can feel you. Don’t stop, I’m close too, want you to cum with me” you say softly, mouthing along his neck and nipping at his jaw between words.
Without having to be asked, Steven moves a hand to the front of you, circling your clit with his thumb, which is just what you need to fall over the edge again.
You place your forehead against his, as your cunt clamps down around his cock, and you feel him throb and release inside you, as he chants your name like a prayer, over and over.
You both tremble as you recover, Steven’s hands maintaining their bruising hold on your hips.
You brush his hair back, damp with sweat and sticking to his face.
He looks up at you with awe.
You move to lift off of him, not wanting to overstimulate him, but he doesn’t release you.
“Stay, please. Just for a bit longer?”
“Of course sweet boy, whatever you need” you whisper as he hugs you close to him.
He eventually lets you go so you can clean him and yourself up, and you take your time with aftercare, whispering more praise and making sure to keep touching him throughout, as he seems to need skin-to-skin contact the most.
You end up back in bed, your back to him as he holds you close.
“Are you okay, Steven? Was that what you had hoped for?” You ask, feeling sleep creeping in but wanting to check in one more time.
“No, it was better. Definitely better. Thank you.” He softly kisses the back of your head, allowing himself to fall asleep, feeling completely relaxed for the first time in weeks.
Pairing:Steven Grant x F!Reader, Marc Spector x F!Reader
Request:a follow up fic to breeding kink where the reader is already pregnant. Could you imagine how soft Steven would be? And how protective Marc would be? Could be an awesome dynamic. I can just imagine them arguing over a crib and it’s safety.
Warnings:Smut, soft lovemaking, fingering, unprotected sex, fluff, protective dad mode.
summary:when hathor said she’d help give you a push, you weren’t expecting to have marc, khonshu’s avatar, moaning underneath you by the end of the night. but you certainly aren’t complaining.
a/n: *gif is not mine, it’s from pinterest* YALL WHEN I GOT THIS IDEA, I KNEW I FUCKING HAD TO. is this a self-indulgent, highly niche concept? yes. but I also knew y’all would eat this shit up, so we’re going to enjoy this together. (partially inspired by marc calling layla baby in the finale, cause holy hell.) also, this is def canon divergent but it’s for the sake of the fic.
warnings: this shit rated: porn, lil’ bit of plot in the beginning, +18, unprotected p in v, there’s the involvement of both khonshu and hathor but everything is consensual, mentions of masturbation, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), cowgirl, they’re both a switch, size kink, spit kink, edging, LOTS of dirty talk, marc has a sundress kink, over stimulation, orgasm denial, creampie, mentions of ovulation and the full moon (which I equated to making them both extremely horny, if that makes sense?) oh uh…they also have sex in the great pyramid
Hathor sighs dramatically, trailing behind you through the hall. The sand blocks form gradually around you, morphing and falling into place as you begin your descent into the pyramid.
It means that now is a perfect time, pardon my crudeness, for you to get laid. You haven’t had sex in months and because of that, you’ve been particularly annoying.
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!
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
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.
“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”
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
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
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
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
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
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?
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
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
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
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
