Cop City doesn't just affect people in Atlanta, they want to bring cops from all around the world to be trained there in these abusive tactics.
Not to mention that distorting an old growth forest in the middle of climate crisis is something that should appalled by.
Even if you can't make it to the front lines StopCopCitySolidarity.org has many actions you can take where you live.
Sorry your crotch is bleeding. for Julie and any of her himbos.
Willie pops into the Molina garage, expecting to find his boyfriends working on their latest song, or maybe just goofing off. Only they aren't there, which is odd. However since becoming visible and tangible, they have been venturing further out, and he did recall Reggie saying something about beating all the high scores at the arcade.
He's tempted to join them, but after leaving the club loud noises and flashing lights aren't exactly his friend. If he went with them it might be different, but not by himself. He idly wonders if Julie is around, it might be okay with her.
Ray has told all of them they are welcome to just come in the house, the raid the fridge (which they all appreciated even if none of them could eat), so he doesn't even bother to knock, just waltzes in. He knows Carlos has a game today, so the empty downstairs isn't surprising.
He takes the stairs cautiously, usually only going up here to grab something Julie needs from the bathroom or hang with Carlos who thinks he's super cool-though not as cool as Reggie, which is fair Willie supposes.
Julie's door is open, and the girl herself is a lump under a pile of blankets on her bed, a messy bun of curls the only indication she was there. He knocks softly, hoping she's not napping. "Julie?"
Her eyes peer over the blankets and she groans. "Hi Willie."
"You not feeling well?"
"Period," she says matter of factly. "Bad one."
"Oh, um... sorry your crotch is bleeding?" he say, then kicks himself. He's not used to girls okay? He didn't have any sisters and the group home he grew up in was all boys. Then by the time he interacted with women on the regular, he was pretty damn out and didn't think he'd be dealing with their monthlies.
"The bleeding is the least of the problems," Julie quips. "It's the cramps that are the killer."
"You need me to get you meds?" Willie offers. He figures there must be some Midol or something around.
She shakes her head. "Took some not that long ago, but if you could get me the hot water bottle from the linen closet I'd appreciate it."
Willie salutes and rushes off, filling the bottle, and snickers at the plush tiger cover that goes over the bottle, but hey, he also kind of wants one, so he can't say much.
"Here you go Julie bean," he says, handing over the tiger and she smiles, sighing when she rests it over her abdomen, siting up just a little.
"The guys are at the arcade," she said.
"Kinda figured. You boot 'em out?" Willie asks with a smirk.
"Yes," she groans. "Luke was freaking out like I was dying, Alex was kind of grossed out, and Reggie was overly helpful. Told them to come back not one minute before six. They mean well, but I just wanted some peace and quiet to suffer in peace."
"You want me to vamoose?' he offers, pointing his thumb towards the door.
"Nah, the heat is helping and the pills are finally kicking in," Julie replies. "You can hang with me as long as you don't mind me lounging here and watching chick flicks."
"I like me a good chick flick," Willie responded, sitting beside her on the bed, handing her the laptop from her coffee table and the large chocolate bar from her nightstand. "What's first?"
"Practical Magic or The Proposal, was in a Bullock mood."
"Can't go wrong with Sandy B," Willie comments. "Go Proposal, it has naked Ryan Reynolds and hilarious Betty White."
"Sounds perfect," Julie replies, choosing the movie and snuggles further back into her pillows, holding her heat source closer, handing Willie a little plush purple ghost that he knows Reggie won her at a fair a few weeks prior. "Shoes off my bed though."
Willie nods, kicks off his Chucks, and grabs the fuzzy quilt from the bottom of the bed, ready for an hour and a half of enemies to lovers goodness.
They spend the afternoon watching movies, with Willie fetching Julie anything she needs and letting her nap while he draws in her sketch book or does his nails-with her permission of course. Quietly admits why he doesn't go join the guys, and earns himself a hug.
He doesn't even realize when six o'clock hits until he sees a leather clad arm reach through the door to knock. "Hey Jules?" Reggie calls. "You feeling any better?"
Julie giggles, and whispers to Willie "He thinks it's classy." Then raises her voice to tell him to come in. "Hey cariño, good day?"
"The best, I still kick butt at Pac Man and Alex killed the Whack A Mole. Luke still sucks, unless it's Dragon's Quest," Reggie replies with a giggle. He offers her a large plastic ring with a fake red jewel on it. "Got you this though."
"Perfect, I love it," Julie replies, sliding it on her pinkie, holding it out to admire it. Then giggles when Reggie tells Willie that Alex has his, and Luke didn't get enough tokens for anything.
"Hey!" Luke says from the doorway. "I'm not that bad!" He leans in to kiss Julie and Willie hello. "You need to come with us next time though dude, you missed a killer afternoon."
Willie shares a glance with Julie who is softly petting Reggie's hair as he admires her manicure. "It's okay, I had a good afternoon."
"Same time next month?" Julie asks.
"I'm there," Willie promises.
And he does, delighting when Julie had an identical hot water tiger for him to snuggle-even if he doesn't need it. But he loves Anton, and happily hugs the plush creature as Julie queues up You've Got Mail, thinking the guys can keep the arcade, there's nowhere else he'd rather be right now.
Concept: Alternate surgical techniques for top surgery that mask what the scars are from, for stealth trans men
Ex:
Call this one Fought A Grizzly And Won
Call this one the Industrial Workplace Accident
This one is the Got Vivisectioned But I’m Ok Now
[Image description: 3 pictures of peach-skinned thin mannequin with red digital drawing over it.
1) Fought grizzly: 2 sets of 3 jagged red lines over each pectoral
2) Workplace accident: Thick jagged line over chest and jagged puncture over ribs.
3) Vivisection: Thin lines across chest, stomach, and hips, with vertical line down whole torso
/End ID]
this is so upsetting, PLEASE rb to spread awareness
PLEASE, PLEASE REBLOG THIS, WHETHER YOURE JEWISH OR NOT.
THIS IS A SUPER IMPORTANT PART OF OUR HISTORY, DONT LET IT GET DESTROYED.
perhaps help take steps to stop them now from future attempts...
“lol but why is this actually good” because i made it in earnest?? because i loved it??? because i love you??? because quality and humor are not mutually exclusive???? hold my hand. it’s okay
blorbo doesn't cut it that thing is my squeaky toy and i'm a dog with a strong kill instinct. shaking it shaking it shaking it shaking it
Can’t Risk it
manifestations ✨
Fa sho
I’m not risking it lol
Just in case
Noah Diaz x Reader (maybe fem reader, but not too explicitly fem)
Rated T: Fluff, Angst, Kissing
Words: 3.2k
Warnings: I don't know shit about Transformers and I don't know shit about NYC but I'm enthusiastic
I don't know which trans folks need to read / hear this today, but you do NOT need to:
• Have started or want to start HRT. • Have had or want to have any gender-affirming surgeries. • Be or want to be cis-passing. • Have or want to have a normative gender-expression.
& you aren't any less valid for being less further along in your own transition than others.
You are valid as you are 🏳️⚧️
❗❗Female readers are on thin ice but don't fetishize my writing, I write these headcanons for my fellow trans men ❗❗
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if your suffering body dysmorphia miguel will try his best to comfort you, if you don't tell him your going through it, it wouldn't take him long to understand somethings up
•
He'd probably be coming home either from work or from swinging around the city as spiderman, the second he set his eyes on you curled up on the couch something in the back of his mind would be telling him something is off
"mi príncipe?, are you..alright?"
"Mhm, I'm fine"
•
Miguel would know better then that, he wouldn't push it if you showed signs of not wanting to talk about it but enough noticing you staring at yourself in the mirror with distaste would help him connect the dots
Once you did feel comfortable telling him, miguel would do everything to make you feel comfortable as you, calling you handsome and etc.
"Are you sure I look-"
"You look handsome, don't worry"
☆
I'm just a big sucker for this but if you wanted to just stay in due to your body dysmorphia miguel would be absolutely okay with staying in and just doing something else with you, one of your hobbies that make you happy.
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Request open <3
yeah we’ve all loved the “trans people are hot” posts (those posts are good!) but are we ready for “trans people don’t need to be hot to deserve rights” and “solely thinking about trans people in a sexual manner is probably not great”?
— Paring; Jonathan Levy x male reader. Fandom; Scenes From a Marriage
Quote; “Well, they say the way to someone’s heart is through the stomach.” “You reached the heart before even getting close to the stomach.”
Description; Jonathan has a fat crush on his neighbor. He sees his neighbor baking and next thing he knows, he’s sharing brownies and his feelings. Disclaimer; Fluff. Confession. Teasing. Reader is shirtless. Jonathan kind of (not in a creepy way) watches the reader from a window.
Word Count: 1.3k
A/N: Wow, I said I had writer's block, now I’m posting two fics in one day.
Jonathan walked into his kitchen, searching for a quick snack. It was around 9 at night and he had just put Ava to bed. Jonathan was in a white T-shirt with pajama pants. He flicked on the light in his kitchen and pushed his glasses up with the back of his hand. Jonathan looked around and grabbed a banana. He placed it on a cutting board and grabbed a knife. He cut it in half — the peeling still on.
Jonathan grabbed the half he wanted and peeled it, throwing the peel in the trash. He took a bite of it and went back to the knife and put it in the sink. The bearded man glanced out the window for a split second. He had to do a double take. His and his neighbor’s kitchen windows were parallel to each other. He lifted one of the blinds and peered out — curious because he saw his neighbor’s light on.
There his neighbor stood. He was shirtless, but in a black apron that hugged his muscular waist nicely. He chewed slowly as he took in the sight. After Mira left, and this guy moved in, he started to become almost overbearingly infatuated with the man. The sight of Y/N shirtless baking wasn’t new to him. He found that Y/N baked a lot, especially shirtless.
Jonathan shrugged and continued to eat his banana. He began cleaning up the kitchen in the process. When he finished that half of the banana, he began washing the dishes. Occasionally he would let his impulsive thoughts win and glance up at his hot neighbor. He thought of what Y/N was baking and couldn’t help but feel the urge to want to try it. He glanced up again and was a little confused when he saw Y/N was gone.
Jonathan stopped washing the dishes, his hands sinking into the soapy water as he leaned in more, trying to figure out where he went. After a few seconds of looking, he heard a knock at his door. He leaned back and glanced in the direction.
“Be right there!” He called out to the person. He panicked a bit at the sudden visitor. He tried to shake his hands dry, and then wiped them on a towel. He then began walking to the front door. He opened it and his eyes widened.
There stood his neighbor with a plate full of saran wrapped brownies. Y/N smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, to bother you. I baked some brownies and I can’t really eat them all, and I know you have a daughter, so I thought I’d give you guys a treat.”
Jonathan’s eyes trailed down to the brownies and to Y/N’s body. He still had an apron on, but he was also still shirtless. Jonathan felt his ears heat up and he tensed up. He swallowed a lump in his throat and looked up at Y/N. “Uh, wow. That’s- uh, that’s really sweet of you.” He smiled, trying to cover up how flustered he was.
Jonathan stepped to the side to let Y/N walk in. Y/N thanked him and entered the home. He looked around and smiled. “Very nice place.” He complimented.
Jonathan gave a polite nod. “Thank you.” He led Y/N to the kitchen.
Y/N placed the baked goods on the counter and smiled at Jonathan. Jonathan returned it, feeling a bit nervous. “They look amazing.” He praised.
“Do you want one? I made them for you and your daughter so you are welcome to them.” He gestured to the plate.
Jonathan nodded and grabbed one. His hand shook slightly, the sight and thought of Y/N was a little overwhelming at the moment. He watched Y/N grab one too. Y/N raised it up a bit like a cheer and Jonathan returned the action. Jonathan held eye contact as he took a bite. His eyes widened as he bit into the thin layer and into the gooey insides. He let out a small moan — which caused his face to heat up in embarrassment.
Y/N chuckled and covered his mouth. “That good, huh?”
Jonathan chuckled along with him. “These are the best brownies I’ve ever had.”
“I’m glad.”
For a moment, they share a silence. They stare at each other, there’s something hiding behind their gaze that neither of them are willing to admit. Y/N didn’t know what he was feeling until this moment. Up until now, all he knew was that his neighbor was clouding his thoughts and that he wanted any excuse to talk to him — that’s why he brought him brownies. The realization hit him in the moment. His eyes widened a fraction as he realized that what he was feeling wasn’t just some hyper-fixation, it was a crush.
Jonathan was the first to break the moment, he looked away with an awkward cough. Y/N looked to the side. He felt his heart quicken and his breath grow a little heavy. His eyes searched around the kitchen for a distraction. It landed on the half cut still peeled banana.
He remembered something his mother taught him in that moment and used it to diffuse the awkwardness. “You know, banana peels are really good for roses.” He looked back at Jonathan.
“Really?” He asked, he couldn’t care less though, his mind was hazed over with a feeling of an unsatisfied want.
“Yeah, the potassium is really good. You could preserve the peel in water and apply it to the roses.”
“I never believed bananas actually had potassium. Potassium is a very reactive element, especially to water.” He said with a shrug, grateful for the distraction from the moment they just shared.
“Bananas decay, so it makes the potassium less reactive.” He said, gripping the counter edge he was leaning on.
Jonathan chuckled. “So you're a nerd and a chef?” He teased with a smirk.
Y/N chuckled nervously. “Yeah, I guess so.” He muttered. Their eyes met again with that same gaze with the unspoken intent. After a second, Y/N spoke up. “I guess it’s kind of weird for your neighbor to come to your house at night shirtless with a plate of brownies.” He joked.
“No, not at all!” Jonathan said with a laugh. “I’m grateful actually.”
“The brownies or me?” Y/N said teasingly. He then caught himself and got a little embarrassed. He looked down and shuffled a bit “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” He awkwardly chuckled. “I don’t know what came over me.”
Jonathan smiled, he couldn’t help but find it all more endearing. “No, it’s fine.” He assured him with a sweet smile. “I’m lucky to have you.”
“As a neighbor or..” Y/N trailed off as he waited for an answer.
Jonathan felt a rush of confidence surge through his body. He caved into his impulsive thoughts like he did before. “To love you.” He said, boldly.
Y/N was sent into utter shock. His eyes remained the same though. He didn’t look shocked, but he was. He fell completely silent as he stared at Jonathan. His heart racing and his mouth agape. He could feel his heart pound aggressively in his chest, begging him to say something. “Well, they say the way to someone’s heart is through the stomach.” He said quietly as his face turned red.
“You reached the heart before even getting close to the stomach.”
Hey dear! I come here just to say you’re one of the best steven grant’s writer that I read. I love read all of your creations.
And…
Can I make a request? With our adorable Steven Grant?
I scrolled my Twitter page and this video come for me (is a porn) and I just thought “Jesus… This is so Steven…” so, if you could write something inpired on this video, you’ll made my day! Thank you!
https://twitter.com/onion__01/status/1620325227669630979?s=46&t=o0oCMHCi2SZ92eYmhY9NeA
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SWEET, KIND WORDS!! Your wish is my command from such a hot, hot video.
Steven Grant x f!reader
Fresh out of the shower, you decide to give Steven the surprise ride of his life.
Mature 18+
You never know when the mood strikes. Sometimes it’s on a mundane Tuesday night after black bean burgers and white wine. You'd both settled for the evening, Steven taking to his books on the couch and you taking a warm shower to wash off a long day.
When you'd padded out of the shower in just your towel, you took a peek around the corner to see Steven hunched over, incredibly invested in his Egyptian theory book. His curls tousled down his forehead after his own long day, his glasses placed atop his strong nose. His mouth slightly open as he reviewed new discoveries.
There was something so incredibly sexy about when Steven was in the heat of learning.
Context: After work, you were supposed to visit a friend's house, but instead, you ended up helping Steven with his sex drive problem.
Warnings: Sexual Content, Descriptive Sex, Needy Steven, Vulgar Words, Mentions of Drugs
"Steven, love, we're going to be late," you called from the living room, slipping your small purse strap over your right shoulder and tucking excess hair behind your ears. You squinted your eyes at yourself, turning sideways to see if you were presentable enough.
You smiled as you ran your hands down your defined curves, satisfied with how you looked. You were wearing the dress Steven had secretly purchased for you; he figured you'd look good in a raven corset bodycon dress, so he bought you one.
You adored how it fit you and that he knew your size. You twirled around again, a little giddy, to see yourself in the full length mirror. But when you remembered that time was running out, you looked towards the bedroom, where Steven should have already emerged.
"Steven!" you yelled, but there was no response. What could possibly be taking him so long to prepare? It wasn't as if he was applying makeup or layering clothing; you remembered that he was simply wearing a suit that he felt comfortable in. You called him again, irritated that he was ignoring you. After a few seconds, you marched towards the slightly open bedroom door and pushed it open.
"Steven."
Your anger was replaced with worry as you were about to scold him for not responding when you noticed him leaning on his desk, head low and visibly panting. He was already dressed and all he needed was his coat, but something seemed off about him, so you quickly set your bag down and approached him. "Love, are you okay?" When you were about to touch him, he flinched and slightly backed away. Your brows knitted together in concern as you noticed how sweaty he was and how his previously combed hair had become disheveled and was hanging on his brow.
"Steven, what's wrong, baby?" you asked softly, alarmed by how he looked right now. Now that you mention it, you recall him acting strangely since he got home from work. When you tried to grab his shoulder, he avoided and shook his head rapidly, his breathing became even more ragged. "I-I can't." You raised your eyebrows slightly in surprise when you heard him suddenly whimper, not just any whimper, but a very needy one.
Steven's big puppy dog eyes were drawn to what you were wearing, and his breathing became visibly labored. He turned around, gripping his hair in frustration, and lowered his head, his heavy breathing becoming more audible. "You can leave without me...I'm not feeling well," he muttered. You were perplexed as to what was happening to him, until you noticed how his body shuddered in response to you softly calling his name. That's when you realized you might know what's wrong with him.
You'd known Steven for years and had memorized his body language, which is now telling—screaming for you. Your eyes scrutinized his body from head to toe, and with his back to you, you began to approach him quietly. "Steven, baby," you said, wanting to know if what you were thinking was correct, so you wrapped your arms around his waist, tenderly caressing his stomach with your hands, eliciting a small moan from him.
As you were right in your thoughts, a small smile crept up your face. Steven is desperate right now, perhaps too desperate to moan to such a single caress. When you pressed harder against him, he leaned back and rested his head on yours, his mouth slightly parted, causing his breathing to reverberate throughout the room. "There's something...wrong with me, love," he whined, softly holding both of your hands and resisting the urge to ask you to touch him.
You placed a small wet kiss on his neck, causing his grip to tighten and his lip to bite roughly. There's been a change of plans because there's no way in hell you're going to let Steven suffer through this. But you wanted to know why he's so desperate right now, and why he didn't ask for help hours ago. "What happened?" you whispered in his ear, smoothly dragging your hands from his chest to unbuckle his belt.
"I...uh...there was this..." He struggled to speak every time his belt moved, and you could see his bulge begging for attention. You hummed, requesting Steven to continue. "My coworkers, they were doing something...and I asked to know what it was," he said, his voice husky and strained, and just looking at him like this aroused you.
"Then what?" you wondered, tilting your head to see Steven's reaction when you finally slipped your hand into his boxers. He gasped when he felt your hand delicately massage and stroke him, and he couldn't answer your question because his mind was fogged up. His one hand darted to your touching wrist, begging for more. "Oh bloody hell, that feels so good," he groaned, closing his eyes and leaning back. You took advantage of the situation by biting and nibbling on his neck. "Then what, Steven?" you asked between bites.
If Steven became this way as a result of his coworkers, you'd want to know how, because they didn't have the authority to do so.
"Oh—God, your hand feels so..." Steven's breath became shaky, and his grip on your hand tightened, causing you to harshly bite your lip.
"Steven."
"Then there was this powder, and they forced me...God...they forced me to inhale it," Steven explained, moaning in between words. You could feel yourself becoming more enraged by what he said; if he hadn't been begging for you right now, you would've gone to the museum and made them pay for what they did to your helpless Steven. Your other free hand was now caressing his body beneath his slightly unbuttoned polo. "Please, love...I need you—so badly," he whimpered, closing his eyes tight before beginning to squirm, indicating that he was nearing his release.
"It's okay, I'm here," you cooed, slightly gasping as his slowly rocking hips began to move faster. Steven made a noise with every pump of your hand that you could never get used to. You've both done it countless times before, but it always feels like the first time. Steven's body was becoming increasingly hot, with perspiration streaming down his face and onto his neck. His hair is now tousled and dangling from his head, and his eyes are filled with nothing but desire.
You decided to ignore the aching and pooling entrance between your legs and focus on Steven and getting him the pleasure he requires so he won't suffer any longer. You asked him if he wanted you to stop because he isn't himself, but all he responded with was a loud moan, telling you that he needs this, he needs you.
"Go on, come on my hand, darling," you breathed into his ear, steadying your pace just enough to make his knees buckle. Steven pressed his back against you even more, and you ground on him in response. That was all he needed until he threw his head back, closing his eyes in bliss and letting out a guttural groan that lingered in your ear. "That's a good boy, my Steven," your hand that was inside his shirt, yanked his pants and boxers down completely, while the other continued to stroke him even though he had already came.
"Shit, love....I wanna be inside you—if that's okay..." His hand let go of your wrist and gently held your head on his shoulder. Even though he was under the influence of a drug, Steven wanted to make sure you were doing this willingly. You placed a soft kiss on a mark you had made on him and whispered, "Sure love, go sit on the bed..." He shuddered in response as you grinned against his neck.
Steven let out a small whine when you finally let go of his still hard cock; obeying your command, he stepped out of his pants and struggled to unbutton his polo. His breathing was still labored, and it felt as if his heart was about to escape from his chest. You stood there silently watching him unfasten the last button on his shirt before tossing it elsewhere. Although he may feel like the messiest bloke on the planet, in your opinion, he is the most perfect human being to ever exist, and it saddens you that he had to go through this because of his shitty coworkers.
After failing to notice that you were staring too long at Steven, who is now sitting on the mattress, he became anxious and attempted to cover up, but was stopped when you approached and slammed your lips against his. Steven's kisses were desperate, therapeutic, and feral. It was a little sloppy at first, but once you could straddle him, it was perfect. You moaned as you felt his hands gripping your waist, fingers digging into your still-clothed flesh.
You gasped as you began grinding on him, feeling him already hard beneath you. Steven took advantage of the situation by slipping his tongue inside you, competing with yours as he made sure to go through every part of your mouth. "Shit, love, this dress—you look beautiful in it—but please—I don't think I can last another second with you still clothed," he groaned in your mouth, causing your fingers to harshly tug at his hair.
You drew away, causing him to whine, but it was to undress. When Steven noticed your struggle, he assisted you in pulling it over your head, and once it was above your chest, he wasted no time and buried his face between your breasts. "Oh Steven," you moaned loudly, interlocking your fingers with his wild curly hair once more before rolling your hips on him again.
Steven's hungry mouth brushed up against one of your nipples while massaging the other with one hand. Your hips sped up as his tongue swirled, fiddled, and nibbled on it. You know you should be concentrating on Steven first, but when his other hand began rubbing small circles on your still-clothed clit, you knew your brain was melting. The sensation of him beneath you, his mouth on one of your breasts, his hands on the other and your clit, caused heat to build up on your lower belly.
Steven returned to your open mouth and his hands to your waist, making you wine at the loss of contact. Even just grinding on him, you could feel your release approaching, but you didn't want to finish yet; you wanted to be filled up by him. Steven trailed kisses from your swollen lips to your jaw and then to your neck, sucking on them until your hot skin gets bruised.
"Steven shit...," you exclaimed, feeling him thrust upwards even more faster.
"Fuck, can you please get rid of this?" he groaned, harshly sinking his teeth into your neck and hooking his hands around your waistband. You nodded at him, briefly closing your eyes before lifting yourself up to remove the only piece of clothing that stood between you and Steven. But just as you were about to pull it down, yours and Steven's heads whipped towards the ground, where your purse was laying, there was an incoming call.
You returned your gaze to Steven, who whimpered, shaking his head at you with pleading eyes, begging you to just ignore it, but you were curious as to who it was. You smiled at him and softly kissed his frowning, swollen lips before getting off him and walking towards your purse. Steven gripped your waist tightly, protesting, but you eventually got away, causing him to groan and collapse on the mattress.
The loss of contact dampened your pleasure, but it only aggravated your aching entrance. You dashed towards your purse and took out your phone, slightly gasping when you saw who it was. You returned your attention to Steven, who was desperately waiting for you to hurry up, and answered the phone. "L-Layla!" you greeted, trying to keep your panting under control and from laughing when you saw Steven's shocked expression. Layla's dinner party slipped your mind, and she seemed to call to see where you both were.
[Hey! Where are you guys?]
You tightly closed your eyes before mouthing "shit." You couldn't possibly leave now because Steven is still in heat. You started chewing on your nails, trying to come up with an excuse. "Uh, sorry I forgot to inform you, but there was a problem and I had to assist Steven with it." You let out a nervous chuckle before turning to Steven, who appeared to be struggling to keep from touching himself. You smirked and started walking back to him, phone still in your hand. Steven pleaded with you to hurry up with his big doe eyes. You just bit your lower lip at him before returning your attention to Layla.
[Oh is that so? That's unfortunate, but it's okay! I hope you can resolve your problem soon.]
"Thank you, Layla. We'll make amends soon," you chuckled, relieved that Layla understood your predicament. You returned your gaze to Steven, who was lying, and began to hover over him. Before saying goodbye to Layla, you raise your brows teasingly. When Steven heard the end call button, he instantly grabbed it and threw it away, exhaling, "That was too long," before pulling you in for a deep kiss. You smiled at how desperate he was, but your smile faded as you felt him throb against you. "So needy, my Steven" You moaned, licking his bottom lip before dragging your tongue down his neck to his collarbones.
You began to align yourself with his throbbing cock without wasting any more time and with Steven's small but desperate pleases. Taking a deep breath before finally settling down on him. Your eyes widened as you felt him enter you so forcefully that tears welled up in your eyes. Steven helped you by gently holding your waist and panting against your heaving chest. You rested your head on his shoulder for a few moments to gather your thoughts. Despite your inaction, Steven moaned, "So tight, my love." You prepared by gripping his shoulders, your heart racing so fast that it hurt your chest.
Steven arched his brow in concern and gently cupped your flushed cheek, lifting it up so you could see him. "I'm sorry, love, but you know you don't have to—"
"Shut up, Steven, I want this...Godyou'resofuckinghard." You flutter your eyes open, blinking to get the tears out. Steven chuckled before planting a sloppy kiss on your parted lips. You were telling the truth, and you also want this for reasons other than pleasing Steven, so you have no reason to stop.
After hearing Steven moan in your mouth, begging you to move, you began to rock your hips, slowly at first, before riding Steven into oblivion. "Oh fuck—" Steven's hand darted around your waist, his mouth biting into your flesh as you closed your eyes and yelled his name in pleasure. The sensation of Steven throbbing inside you caused you to clench even tighter around him, eliciting a lewd cry from him.
You hissed as you felt every roll of your hips and Steven's relentless thrusts numb your legs, but it was quickly replaced by overwhelming pleasure. Pleasure that you're certain you can feel in every vein, muscle, and bone in your body, it's a sensation you'll never forget.
The heat that formed in your lower belly was a sign that you were getting close. You moaned as you felt yourself tighten and that faint heat that was now being exacerbated by your and Steven's arousal.
"Steven!" you cried out, repeating his name as if it were the only word you knew, and it echoed loudly throughout the whole house. Steven harshly sucked on your jaw, groaning and his breath catching as he felt him approaching his second orgasm.
Steven brought you closer to your release by thrusting deeper and hitting the areas that needed attention. You shivered as he made certain he hit every single sweet and spongy spot, not missing one. Your grip on his shoulders tightened until you finally let go with a mind-shattering orgasm that left you seeing thousands of stars. "Steven, please—" Everything was becoming overwhelming, and your muscle begged for a break, but Steven persisted and prolonged your pleasure.
"Oh God—" Steven threw back his head in bliss, your come dripping down on him being the thing that had pushed him over the edge. You two let out a loud, breathless moan as Steven released inside of you, allowing his seed to freely flow through and leak out of you.
The sweet aroma of sex and the sound of both of your labored breathing filled the room. You collapsed against Steven, and he cupped the back of your head gently, securing you against him as he slowly lied back down. It was a good thing he finished sooner rather than later because you thought you'd pass out if he didn't.
Steven lovingly stroked your back, tracing his index finger between your shoulder blades before kissing you on the crown of your head. "Thank you, my love," he mumbled in husky, croaky tones. You couldn't form words because he literally fucked them out of you, so you just hummed and nodded.
You nuzzled Steven's neck, still steadying your breathing, when what he said next made you open your eyes in disbelief. "Those coworkers I've mentioned, I overheard them challenging themselves that they can sleep with everyone in the museum, and I must've been their next target," Steven felt how you became still, and he almost regretted telling you that because he knew you wouldn't let any of it go.
You raised your head slowly and gave him an expression that only confirmed his thoughts. "Who are they?" you asked softly, reaching up to gently wipe Steven's stray hairs from his brow. He swallowed nervously, touched that you'd come to avenge him but also terrified of what you'd do, given that you were an avatar of a powerful deity.
Steven pursed his lips, hesitant to name the culprits before nervously chuckling and averting his gaze from time to time. "Don't worry, love, it'll just be a friendly talk," you teased, hoping Steven would reveal the names. He wanted to because they intended to take advantage of him despite knowing he was already in a relationship, but a part of him felt sorry for them.
You smirked at Steven as he turned away slightly. Your dear Steven, still thinking about the other despite the fact that they've done something horrible to him. You cocked your head and smeared soft, passionate kisses on his already bruised neck. "It's okay...I'll figure it out myself," you whispered between kisses, making Steven moan softly.
When you heard Steven say the names, your mouth shut and hatred welled up inside of you, but you remained calm so as not to alert Steven too much. You locked your gaze on him, searching his face and marveling at how stunning he was. "You know I'd do anything for you, right?" you declared solemnly.
"I'd do the same for you, love," Steven followed as you leaned in and made your longing lips connect once more. When it comes to Steven Grant, you always keep your words and act on them with pure intentions.
That's why, after this, you're going to pay those coworkers of his a visit.
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