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silver-peel · 1 year
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Children of the moon ⚖️🌕☄️
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xbellaxcarolinax · 2 years
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A Messy Escapade
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Pairing: Steven Grant x f!Reader
Word Count: 1399
Warnings: S m u t. Intense bj. Some dirty talk. Horny-ass reader. Slight dom!Steven but not really. Edging but not really. Language. 18+, please.
Summary: Steven wasn't usually like this. He's ever the patient man, rarely demanding and rarely so...needy. But something about tonight had been different. 
So this is my first smut like EVER. This is not beta read, sorry in advance for any mistakes and tense shifts. No plot LOL And please be easy on me! Let me know what you guys think! Hope ya’ll enjoy :)
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Steven wasn't usually like this. 
He's ever the patient man, rarely demanding and rarely so...needy.
But something about tonight had been different. 
It was his turn to plan a date night and it was only meant to be a nice dinner downtown at a restaurant you'd both never been to but heard so much about. Something about a wide salad variety and wine selection. He couldn't remember anymore, not with the way your mouth was on him, sucking him off with a force that had his knees buckling in the washroom of said restaurant. 
And god, you wore the prettiest black dress. It hugged you in all the right places, accentuating the parts of you that Steven could map out in his mind. The sequins sewn into the fabric twinkled and shined with each bob of your head, the dim lighting casting shadows over your pretty face as you went to work, slurping and lapping at him like a kitten.
Steven peered down at you with hooded eyes, watching how his cock disappeared past the seam of your lips. Spit dribbled down your chin and over your masterful fingers, gripping the base of his cock with the perfect amount of pressure.
It was a messy, messy escapade.
His head fell back against the wall, mouth agape as you swirled your tongue around his head in the way you knew he loved. You were meticulous in your actions, using your hands to stroke him carefully before devouring him again, hungry for the grunts and whimpers that escaped him.
It was his first time doing something naughty like this with you in public. You sucking his dick in the washroom of a fucking restaurant? The whole experience was too much and not enough at the same time. It made him feral, impatient for his release, and so fucking needy.
Before he could think, Steven threaded his fingers into your hair roughly, almost painfully. He was controlling the speed now, forcing you to suck him much faster and much deeper. He watched you choke and sputter on his cock, struggling to catch up with the new pace he’d set. 
Steven wasn't usually so rough with you.
He preferred to hold you as if you were a dainty little thing in his hands, a vase made of Italian glass, far too precious to be handled roughly. But seeing you now, eyes glazed with lust, on your knees, and mouth full of him, well, Steven finally understood.
“You like it this way, don’t you, love,” he muttered, voice grainy as if he’d swallowed gravel, “you like it when I make you choke on my cock.” Your eyes fluttered as you released a moan that sent ripples through him, your hand snaking underneath the hem of your dress to relieve the ache between your legs.
It was absolutely filthy.
He should’ve known you were horny, should’ve known you were aching for him from the moment you eyed him from under your curled lashes, your lips already tinted a shade darker from the red cabernet, your dinner completely forgotten.
“Mm, that’s it, darling,” as his confidence grew so too did the words that tumbled from his mouth, “take as much as of me as you can.”
You complied with Steven’s rapid rhythm, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could, your tongue doing its sensual dance around his length, driving him closer to the edge. You moved your hand from between your legs, your wet fingers clawing his black trousers, pushing them farther down past his knees. 
The pressure of Steven’s tip hitting the back of your throat made your eyes wet with unshed tears, causing more sloppier motions and noisier suctions. 
Steven was gone, the pressure building from his toes and up towards his core, his eyes screwing tightly shut and ears catching every single obscene noise that came out of you.
"L-love," he stuttered, "I'm about t-to..." You pulled away instantly, chest heaving and a glistening smile spreading over your swollen red lips.
Steven whined, head drooping forward in defeat.
"You're a cruel mistress, darling," he muttered, his thumb grazing your lower lip, smearing your salvia over your cheek, "such a tease." You hummed, letting your eyes flutter close at his touch. You didn't move, your face still inches away from Steven's hard length, knees pressed deeply in the blue tiled floor, and hands still gripping his trousers.
"The waiter will get suspicious, Steven." You rasped out, yet you hadn't moved  to illustrate your point. You stayed on your knees, head tipped up, glazed eyes looking at Steven as if pleading with him. He searched your gaze, momentarily amazed your eyeliner had stayed in place and your mascara hadn’t streaked down your cheeks. 
“What do you want, sweet girl?” His thumb continued to stroke your cheek, his eyes searching yours, “You want me to roughen you up like Marc and Jake do, yeah?” You bit your lip, a mewl escaping you in response. Again, Steven understood. 
He hesitated for a moment before his fingers curled into your hair, pulling your head back. 
“Open your mouth, please,” his tone was soft but with just enough command for you to obey instantly, “tongue out, love.” Steven wrapped his other hand around the base of his cock, slapping his length gently over your tongue once, then a second time with more force. “Now suck.” 
You wasted no time, once again wrapping your lips around his length and allowing him to move you at the pace he wanted. Steven’s head hit the wall for the second time, his lips parted and his breath uneven. His hand was merciless in guiding your mouth back and forth over his slippery cock.
He’d forgotten about the food and the wine and the damn waiter, his mind only focused on how good your mouth felt and how good you made him feel.
“Oh God,” he whimpered, fingers tightening in your hair, “I-I can’t hold it.” As soon as you moaned in response, Steven groaned, curling forward. He held your head flush against his pelvis as he painted your mouth and throat with his cum. “Take it, love.” He moaned, and you did. Every single drop.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked once he caught his breath, his body relaxing and his fingers massaging your scalp to ease whatever pain he might have inflicted. He caught a glimpse of you licking your lips free of his cum and that was enough for his softening cock to harden again.
“No, baby, I liked it.” You grinned, placing a chaste kiss on his soft member before helping him with his trousers and belt.
Steven grabbed your forearms and helped you up, your legs trembling from your kneeling position but that didn’t stop you from surging forward to kiss him. He could taste himself on your tongue, his bitter flavor mixed with the bitterness of the red wine. Absolutely filthy.
“That was fucking amazing, darling,” he moaned over your lips, moving to pepper kisses up your neck and over your cheeks, “such a good girl.” His hand ran down the length of your arm and down your thigh, pushing your dress up to settle two fingers between your legs. “Bloody hell,” he muttered, “you're soaked, love.” You shivered as he swirled his fingers around your wetness, pulling his hand out to inspect. Your juices clung to his fingers and before he could react you plunged his thick digits into your mouth with a moan.
“We gotta go,” Steven groaned, watching you taste yourself, “we gotta go home now.”
“Now, Steven?” You feigned disappointment, your tongue continuing to lap over his fingers as you pressed you body against his. His cock was hard. “What about dinner?” 
“We’ll take it to go, yeah?” He insisted, pecking your lips. He moved with lightning speed to straighten your pretty dress and smooth down your hair, making sure his girl was decent before going back out in public.
“But—”
“We gotta go, now, love. No, don’t look at me like that, this is all your fault, you little minx.” 
The false pout on your lips shattered and was replaced with a grin you couldn’t hold back. A giggle burst from you when Steven unlocked the bathroom door and pushed you forward with urgency, ignoring the knowing looks from those that were waiting patiently for the washroom.
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whatthefishh · 21 days
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Was listening to a man without love and I got SO EMOTIONAL I miSS THEM
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wysteria-clad · 2 years
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My 🦋 and 💀 anons, and rest of my darlings with mommy kink,
imagine reading a book and the boys get whiny and needy, and want your attention and keep on calling you, 'mommy' until you let them lay their head between your breasts, and let them play and suck your tiddies 😌
They still whine, wanting your complete attention, and you oblige happily, and put the book down. You play with their hair, caress them softly. And soft kisses on their head, forehead, nose and cheeks, all over their face and call them, 'Good boy' and other sweet little praises. Just soft domming your needy babies sweetly <3
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otrtbs · 4 months
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Omg zodiac questions?? How do u feel abt cancers nat? Kicking my feet
cancers are my sister sign!! so ofc i love them !!! they’re messy but in a fun way and so sweet !!! 🥰🥹
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sistersatan · 1 year
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mpardo-couture · 1 year
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After many Mona Moon tiaras in silver, golden options are coming for the most goth fantasy lovers out there!
The picture's just a teaser of the new collection of black headpieces I'm preparing.
You can find more fantasy headpieces and garments at my Etsy Shop 👑
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cheeekycharchar · 2 years
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Phantom Protector - by cheeekyCharChar - A Moon Knight Fanfic on Archive of Our Own
All Jake Lockley had ever wanted was a chance at a normal life. But he's been pretending to be Marc and Steven for so long that he barely knows who he is. The hidden third altar muses over his identity while discovering something new for himself.
[ONE-SHOT. Prequel to my "Fractured but not Broken" Moon Knight season 2 story. Previous reading NOT required to enjoy.]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39273993
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tfw you’ve been tasked to murder the prince of the northern water tribe but he’s really majestic
(they make a compromise)
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juniperarts · 3 months
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They tol ✨️ (and not drawn 100% to scale)
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slttygeto · 7 months
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do you ever just sit back and think of how absolutely pouty gojo can be? most of the time he’s goofy, he teases, he’s playful—but then he slips and acts like his teenager self and pouts over the smallest things.
there’s this game on his phone—a sheep filter on tiktok and he cannot for the love of god get that damn sheep to slide down and between the two bricks. he sighs and tries again, and then again and again—
“oh man! what the fuck—this is- ugh.” he slams his phone down next to you and you grab it with a quirked eyebrow.
“what’s this?”
“a stupid filter—i swear, whoever made it knows that it’s impossible to get it.”
“I think I got.” you show him the screen and his eyes widen in shock when he sees the “you win!” in green. he grabs his phone from you.
“what?! I’ve been trying since yesterday how did you-“
“I’m lucky,” you say in a sing-song voice and you see your boyfriend slump on the couch. his pretty lips pout and you have to hold back a laugh.
“satoruuuu,” you tease him. “are you pouting?”
“leave me alone.”
“wow, didn’t know my boyfriend was a sore loser, a pouty one too.” your finger traces his lips before planting a kiss on his cheek.
“it’s okay, at least you won over something else.” satoru eyes you weirdly.
“which is?”
“my heart.” you grin at him and when he looks away from you, you are shocked at what you notice.
“are you blushing?!”
“I said leave me alone!”
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skeletorswaifu · 1 year
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** Hey darling Moon Baby: This is a magickal PSA.
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Pintrest is aspirational. YouTube is a boon. Instagram is inspiring.
HOWEVER...
Your art, your spiritual practice, your home,
your lifestyle, your altar only need to reflect one thing:
You. ❤️
IT IS OKAY IF...
if you have a whole room devoted to the tools and treasures of your craft.
if your magick is discreet.
if you practice out of a closet or a cupboard. Or don't have a "witchy" room at ALL.
if your house looks like a moody haunted mansion or a swampy retreat...
if it looks like busy people or small children live there.
if your altar isn't 100% a e s t h e t i c.
Your spaces are magickal no matter what-
because you live, create and conjure there, Moon Baby.
There are infinite ways to be a witch in this world.
You are enough.
You're doing it right.
Remember: It is sacred if you make it so.
WITCH ON, WITCH BOLDLY & BE WELL,
-MOLLY ROBERTS -ART WITCH
**you can get more of these words/videos/meditations/ and even goodies at her website. I just really love her and sometimes I need to tell people about her ❤️🎨
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agileo-101 · 3 days
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Gregory wonders why none of his friends from the orphanage returned his letter....he gets a chance to find out why.
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landsccape · 3 months
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ohno-the-sun · 2 months
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Little Luca au babies
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daily-spooky · 5 months
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