HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNDERTALE ❤

Monster (モンスター) // Naoki Urasawa

KINKTOBER 2024 / Day Nine

ANAL / PRAISE KINK / FOOD PLAY (@absurdthirst)

Starring: Steven Grant x F!Reader

Summary: You thought it was only you who had a praise kink until you realise Steven was a very good boy.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No use of Y/N, language, praising, P in V, unprotected sex (protection in real life, please, thank you)

Word Count: 1.8k

There was no denying you had a praise kink.

With any guy you’d been with, Marc Spector included, they could call you a good girl, tell you you were taking them so well and you would fold faster than a bad hand at a poker game. Yet with Steven, the dynamic shifted.

Somehow when the pair of you shared a bed or wherever you decided to allow your primal instincts to take you, you were the dominant one.

He always loved an evening in and tonight was one of those nights.

The cheesy d-grade film based on Indiana Jones was chosen, the British air turning cold enough for the pair of you to snuggle under a blanket, your comfiest attire that you hoped wouldn’t stay on too long. All you prayed for was that this one wasn’t set in Egypt because if it was, you were going to lose him and though you love his enthusiasm, it wasn’t in your plan.

You were already wrapped in the blanket when he joined you.

“What are we watching?”

You shrug, “It’s the sequel to that one we watched the other week.”

“Oh,” he scoffs, “hope it’s not set in Egypt.”

“I hope so too.”

His brows furrow not necessarily at your comment but at the way you give a lascivious look, he sinks into the sofa under your gaze, lifting the soft fabric to his shoulders.

The film was almost alike to the other, boring, but at least last time you had Steven’s commentary about how it should have been done. You’d already brought your body close, your thighs touching his, your fingers playing with his loose curls as your eyes remained fixed on the television.

He was on the brink of falling asleep, the action of you messing about with his hair almost soothing until your hand slipped under the blanket, a gentle squeeze above his knee.

His body flinched, muscles tensing.

“You alright, honey?”

You try to frame your innocence yet he knows what you’re doing.

His heart rate picks up but he likes this kind, not like when he’s asked to become Moon Knight or Mr Knight or whoever he his, this one leads to a more pleasurable outcome. He can’t help getting caught up in himself, body refusing to relax as your hand travels further up his leg.

“Uh-huh.”

You smile, he took too long to answer and he couldn’t say any actual words so your plan was definitely working.

He blinked, dropping his head slightly, his hooded eyes trying to remain focused on what was happening in the film. He began to chew the inside of his lip when your fingertips fell into the crease leading towards his crotch.

The heat rose through his body, his cheeks gaining a nice rosy hue, your lips burnt when you kissed him.

“Fancy doing something a little more exciting than this?”

You use your head to gesture to the screen, moving your upper body in an attempt to block it from view. He struggled not to make eye contact, the quick glance at you revealing the yearn to have you.

“Yeah,” his single word came out with a laugh.

The corner of your lips curled as you dropped your hand into his lap, fingers curling until the weight of his balls was in your grasp. He let out a strangled moan as he arched back, head tilting over the back of the sofa.

You hum, “I always love hearing you moan, it’s like music to my ears.”

His body relaxes, his head falling back even further and when you massage his balls more noises escape him. The bulge began to grow under his sweatpants and in his distraction, you climb over him to settle between his legs. He naturally makes room for you, unfurling his legs to a wide stance so you can perch on the edge.

You roll your shoulders, the blanket falling to your hips, opening Steven up to you.

You tuck your free hand under the hem of his tee, the muscles of his stomach rippling as you spread your warm palm over them. Your fingertips swirl, nails grazing lightly on his tanned skin, encroaching on the drawstring waist that he prays you’ll undo yet you don’t.

He swallows thickly, resisting the urge to say anything.

“Look at you,” you coo, “being so patient…”

He scrunches his eyes shut as you move, pulling up the cotton material, exposing his abs, his chest. Your other hand continues to work him as you stretch to press your mouth to the shell of his ear.

“Good boy.”

He whines as your palm crushes his balls and inflicting a bit of pain makes your pussy clench. 

Sometimes, it feels a little bit mean to use Steven in this way, he was sweet and harmless if you take away the fact he turns into a superhero who beats up bad guys. You move both your hands to his neck, allowing him some breathing room as you feel his pulse race underneath.

You sigh, “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I don’t?”

He opens one eye, sounding genuinely surprised by your admission. You shake your head, sitting back on your heels, watching as he lifts his head drunkenly.

“You sit there, looking adorable…”

Your fingers reach for the waist of his pants yet your eyes are set firmly on his face. His mouth parts, brows knotting as if he doesn’t fully understand what’s happening, all he can think about his is where your hands are. You yank the fabric down, his cock swinging, bouncing between your bellies.

“When you have this fine specimen between your legs.”

He blushes, “It— it’s not that impressive.”

Now he can’t look you in the eye so much so you place each palm to the side of his face to bring him back to you.

“I wouldn’t say that.”

You kiss his lips, slipping away before he has chance to return the favour. Your dewy lips meet the skin under his jawline, the crook of his neck.

“I’d say it’s the perfect fit.”

Your kisses trail down his chest, your hot breath teasing like licking flames.

“Just the right girth to feel that stretch…”

You place a foot on the floor as you crouch to kiss down his navel, your cheek brushing against his stiff cock.

“The exact length to hit that sweet spot.”

His cock jerked when you brought your mouth to the tip, the kiss you deliver featherlight. You hear a ragged breath, you eyes flitting up to see his chocolate eyes wide with anticipation.

“Would you like a demonstration?”

You don’t give him a chance to respond, you’re already straightening up, reaching for your own waistline. Ripping yourself from your pants, you stand there, presenting yourself to him and leaving him dumbfounded.

What he didn’t know was that you’d already prepared yourself, you had imagined how you wanted tonight to go, touched yourself whilst you were getting changed so your folds were already slick with your juices.

You straddle him and he comes back down to earth, his hands meeting the backs of your legs. Leaning forward, you nudge his curved nose with the tip of yours before kissing him squarely on the lips.

“I’m gonna show you just how good you make me feel.”

He nods enthusiastically.

Taking his cock in your hand, you rock back and forth a little, lining yourself up. You tease his tip along your folds before sinking, pushing it into your entrance, clenching the ridge between your walls.

He releases a long exhale, head falling forward to get a better look.

The pair of you moan harmoniously as you go further down, taking inch by inch slowly as you stretch to accompany him. When you settle into his lap, feel him deep inside you, you circle your hips in a figure of eight.

“How do I look?”

He peeked up at you, the glow of the television making you appear heavenly, celestial. You hook a finger under his chin and you don’t need him to say anything as he gazes upon you like all those goddesses he’d fawns over.

You bring your lips softly to his as you start rolling your hips, riding up and down without a hurry.

His hands follow your movements before they rise over the swell of your ass, skimming over your hips before wrapping around your waist. He presses his forehead to the centre of your chest, resting in the valley of your breasts.

He breaths you in, your natural scent mixed with an intoxicating aroma of spices from the perfume he’d bought you.

“Your cock feels incredible.”

Your voice breaks through the sounds of his own shallow pants, his cock twitching as the words manage to sink into that head of his. He allows every one of his senses to be engulfed by you as he pokes out his tongue to gain a taste.

“That’s it.”

Your fingers entangle in his thick locks, burying him deeper into your chest as you pick up the pace, a honeyed sigh escaping you.

Each slap of your hips echoes louder as you force your weight down on him, the tingle of your building pleasure dancing along your back. You keep riding, compliments overflowing as your tongue loosens.

Steven is pleading with himself to not come though he can feel stomach curling in on itself. His licks grow sloppy, moans more exaggerated as his heat consumes him. The hold of his arms on your waist strengthens.

“You’re taking me so well.”

You grind your mound into his frame, the delicate friction on your clit sending shockwaves across your nerve endings. Your walls tighten around his stiff length and his desperate cry vibrates through your bones.

“Not much longer, I promise.”

He holds you stronger, his nails digging into your flesh. 

You keep going, your hips finally stuttering when your legs begin to vibrate. Pulling at his scalp, he cranes his head up to look at you and though his vision was blurry around the edges, he still thought you were radiant.

His face was flushed, his saliva dribble from his bottom lip.

Neither of you spoke, all he needed was your approval, a single nod for him to find his release.

His eyes fluttered shut, the crease in the centre of his brow disappearing as his jaw slackened, a hoarse cry coming from his throat. His hips raised slightly, the tip of his cock notching deeper as his load coated your walls.

You pulsated around him, your own pleasure dissipating into a satisfying warmth.

Your hold on the back of his head relaxes and you follow the line of his jaw, thumbs rubbing his hot cheeks calmly.

“My beautiful boy.”

Three words you’d never said aloud before but ones he needed to hear.

He lifts his heavy head, eyelids drooping before a lopsided grin drew across his face.

“Nah, you’re the beautiful one,” he slurs.

The temperature rises in your cheeks and chest and immediately, you cover your face, heart skipping a beat.

“Steven!”

Time traveller: kicks pebble

The timeline:

The adventures of the caffeine addict grandson and his bumbling grandpa that he finds supremely embarrassing to hang out with, even though he’s literally the only other human being that actually likes being around his sardonic ass

Gimme your thirstiest Zenitsu Hc bro, whats the closest he could ever get to doming?

i just talked to zen!! he said ty for believing he could be a dom 🥰 i think that’s what he said. his ball gag kinda got in the way <3

warnings

nsfw (obviously)

feet stuff—ITS NOT- it’s not as bad as you think

all charas i write nsfw for are aged up to be 18-19, as that is my age range

Zenitsu’s convinced—women are the devil.

“Hng!”

“What was that?” You lean down into Zenitsu’s face. “Speak up,” you demand. “I can’t hear you.”

“Pweaf,” the poor man begs, golden eyes teary and wide as he humps restlessly against your foot. His eyes roll back when you press it down harder, “Pff—!”

You squint your eyes down at Zenitsu. The white cloth stuffed in his mouth is turning grey with spit as he hunches over your leg. You can feel the sweat from his forehead seep into your thigh. “My foot’s on your cock, not in your mouth.” His eyes shoot up to meet yours. A cruel smile parts your lips.

“Speak like you mean it,” you snap. He cries out when you lift your foot from his lap, “or I’ll leave you here to hump the floor.”

That’s it.

When you lower your foot back between Zenitsu’s thighs, he traps it. He shifts to the side. The sudden imbalance pulls you to the ground, where you land ass-first with the cutest squeal Zenitsu’s ever heard in his life.

A surge of adrenaline rushes through him and he scrambles forward inbetween your spread legs. Zenitsu can’t get a solid grip on you with his wrists bound behind his back, but your dress flipped up to your tummy when you fell, so he pins you beneath him with his weight, hard chest flushed against your bouncy one and nose pressed the column of your neck.

He’s got you spread out all nice and pretty for him.

“Zeh—!”

His hair flips into your face. You aren’t completely naked, but he must not care. He’s making all sorts of grunts and whines while the gag in his mouth presses against your pulse, mindlessly humping against the where your gushing cunny is hidden beneath your soppy panties.

“You weren’t—,” you tilt your head down to pout at him with burning cheeks, hips grinding up to meet his. “Oh. You weren’t supposed to flip it on—on me.”

This is what you get for—fuck, Zenitsu can feel it gush right out of you like this.

“Hmm!” He pants through his nose, quick and desperate. He’s gonna cum all over your panties while he’s got you pinned to the ground with his wrists tied behind his back. And you can’t stop him.

Is there any chosoyuki enjoyers?.!.??

The Heartthrob on the Silver Screen (Steven Grant Request)

Pairing: Steven Grant (Moon Knight) x F! Reader

Rating: Explicit Smut

Word Count: 2.1k

Author's Note: This is very loosely a combination of my Soft!Dom! Steven fic and "I Can Read You like a History Book", with Steven getting his own back on the reader this time 😊 Thank you to everyone sending me these headcanons, please send more Steven requests/thots anytime 💕

The Heartthrob on the Silver Screen (Steven Grant)

On paper, it might seem somewhat boring to have a reliable schedule of activities with your boyfriend, but the little routine you had going with Steven had grown to mean the world to you. Through each regularly scheduled date you saw him come out of his shell more and more, growing more comfortable hosting you in his cosy apartment than he would have ever thought possible before you came into his life, effortlessly lighting up every dark corner. As his confidence had grown, so had his ability to express himself, finally putting words to his feelings and no longer resisting the urge to take hold of you when the opportunity arose, making you feel like the single most appreciated person in the universe.

Friday night meant movie night for you and Steven, your film choice this week, excitedly rushing to his familiar flat to inflict yet another rom-com upon him. Not that Steven ever complained about your choice of film, happily obliging any request you had for him as long as he spent the evening with you in his arms. But you could tell the films you chose hadn't exactly captured his attention in the past, unaware that having you so close ensured nothing in this world could draw Steven's focus away.

Tonight as you settled into your rightful spot next to him, Steven spreading his legs to allow you rest between them, your back pressed to his chest, bum nestled tightly between his thighs, he watched as you became enthralled in this week's narrative, his attention solely on you. Steven loved having you in such close proximity, the scent of your shampoo filling his nostrils as he nestled his face into your neck, feeling your muscles tense and relax as the drama began to unfold, each shift of your body weight rubbing against him in a way that drove him slowly insane as he worked up the nerve to touch you back.

As Steven watched your every move, this evening's choice of film descended into a particularly steamy scene between the leads, and while what played out on screen didn't catch his attention, your reaction certainly did. If he hadn't been observing you with quite so much devotion he might have missed the small clench of your thighs, rubbing together slightly as a blush flushed into your cheeks. Thoroughly entranced by the slight adjustment, Steven's mind flooded with possibilities, determined to make this movie one of your favourites by the end of the night.

He could hear the slight catch of your breath as his large, warm hand settled on the top of your thigh, the other arm coiling slowly over your waist to ensure you stayed put while he had his fun. You could feel the familiar tingle of excitement stirring in your stomach as Steven squeezed the soft flesh of your leg, gently easing it away from the other to ensure his hand could reach everywhere he wanted to. It was almost embarrassing how quickly you could feel yourself getting worked up, the feeling of Steven's strong grip taking hold of you enough to send your heart racing as his fingers danced in soft circles over your skin. Each faintly traced line allowed his hand to drift a little higher, thanking every deity he believed in for the pretty skirt you'd come over in that night.

"Are you enjoying the film love?" He whispered softly in your ear as his fingers grazed the edge of your underwear, feeling you tense against his hold as you nodded your head. "Did you think I wouldn't notice you rubbing those cute little thighs together? I notice everything about you sweetheart." He breathed, fingers brushing over the soft fabric of your panties with just enough pressure to send a spark of pleasure coursing through you. His arm gripped your waist tighter as he began to rub smooth strokes through the fabric over your clit, watching your head fall back against his shoulder at the relief of his touch. He kissed your face gently with a bow of his head, drinking in the content look on your face as his fingers began to move a little faster, finding a steady pace that had you sighing his name softly into the air. He kept his touch soft and sensual, teasing your clit with the exceptional friction of the fabric, slick starting to spread so the tips of his fingers felt even more sublime over your sensitive bud. Steven ignored the aching need growing in sweatpants as he felt your stomach begin to tighten under his arm, his grip keeping you pressed tightly against where he craved you most as he heard a small whine fall from your lips as you reached the crest of your pleasure, riding out the wave to his perfect touches, your chest rising and falling in a way that left Steven wanting more.

As the bliss of cumming began to subside, you tried to turn around, ready to feel more of Steven and return the favour as he sweet touches. Instead his arm around you kept you fixed in place, his voice lower, darker as he spoke again,

"Where are you going darling, there's still so much of the film left." His ankles hooked over yours, keeping your legs in place as his fingers dipped inside the sticky fabric of your underwear, humming happily at the wet mess he found inside.

"Mmm, you're so wet love, is that for the film or for me?" He teased, tilting his shoulder slightly to cast your gaze back to the screen, the characters once again locked in an amorous embrace.

"All for you Steven." You managed to moan out, his thumb starting a new assault on your clit, rubbing rapid circles through the glossy slick, the sensation making you jolt against him.

"Thank you love, you really are such a good girl for me." He purred, eyes flicking between your squirming hips and twisting face. You could feel the moans pouring out of you as he rubbed over your slit, his fingers exploring your entrance without ever dipping inside enough to give you satisfaction where the greatest ache was building.

"Fuck, Steven." You let out with a gasp as his hand on your waist began to drift upwards under your sweater, feather light touches grazing over your nipples, the new sensation overwhelming in the current of pleasure already washing over you.

"Maybe later love, I've gotta get you all warmed up first haven't I?" He chuckled sweetly in your ear, watching your thighs start to tremble of their own accord, body trying to escape the overstimulation and at the same time desperate to feel him plunge deep inside you.

"Please Steven, I'm ready, I need your cock." You begged, trying not to succumb to the next orgasm rapidly building in your centre until you had Steven inside you.

"Needy girl." Steven teased at your desperation, pinching your nipple slightly between his fingers and basking in the way your body jolted towards him, "How about this? You keep watching the film, and when I feel you start to clench around this," He slipped one soaked finger into your hole, rubbing your walls in time with his thumbs steady rhythm, "I'll know you're ready for my cock." He kissed your forehead before nodding back to the screen, watching as you fought to keep your eyes open, breathy moans drowning out the dialogue so just the characters carefully directed intimacy was left on screen. Even with him limbs restricting your movements, Steven could feel your hips squirming against his throbbing manhood as you started to come unravelled again, this time louder and messier than before. The gentle shapes traced over your nipples had your back arching into his touch as you felt yourself clench down around his one unsatisfactory digit, his unrelenting attention to your clit leaving your pussy aching to be filled by your sweet boyfriend as a fresh wave of wet excitement coated his hand, and your underwear, which he was all too happy to remove for you. Your legs seemed unable to lift themselves as he tugged the soaked panties down your thighs, tucking them in his pocket to ensure there'd be nothing in his way if he wanted to continue this worship of your body later that night, picturing himself running his tongue between your folds just as you thought you were about to drift off to sleep.

Finally freeing himself from the straining fabric of his sweatpants he pulled you up onto his lap, running his length teasingly through your folds, watching you flinch every time his glistening tip hit your throbbing clit,

"Are you sure I shouldn't make you cum a few more times before I give you this?" He asked with the hottest sincerity as he tapped your clit again, your pleasure meaning far more to Steven that his own.

"I need you inside me Steven, please." You cried, shifting desperately in his lap, trying to line him up with your entrance, aching for relief.

"So good for me." He groaned proudly as he finally thrust himself inside you, filling you up completely and making your whole body shake as your aching core started to get the friction it craved. "You have to hold still love." He teased as he pulled your back against his chest, one hand still latched to your chest, keeping you still as he bent his knees and use his new found leverage to buck his hips up into you harshly. Words were beyond your grasp as Steven sang out your praises, each buck of his hips punctuated with a verbal token of affection, matched by a brush of your nipple and a graze of your clit. Your whole body felt alive with pleasure, every wave of sensation making you melt against Steven's touch, helpless to hold back as the pressure inside you started to build again.

"You feel so good love, so perfect for me. Like I was made to be inside you. Every bit of you so perfect for me to play with," His fingers giving your clit a moment of respite from his strumming as he moved his hand to your ass cheek, giving it a firm squeeze before letting his fingers explore it's curves, "I bet if we got you excited enough, you'd let me in here too," He breathed excitedly, own hips bucking erratically at the thought as his slick finger traced the tight ring of muscle no-one had ever touched before.

"Steven!" You cried out almost painfully overwhelmed, every part of you alight from the gentle touch, unsure if you wanted him to give you a break, or never stop at all. His fingertip brushed the clenched hole again, watching you struggle against his grip before his hand settled back between your thighs, gathering up the drips he'd drawn from you there before returning to your clit with renewed attention. His fingers worked flat, broad strokes over you, rhythm as unrelenting as the bouncing ruts of his hips as fought to groan out,

"We'll save that for another night, for now I want one more, for me (y/n), let me feel you cum on my cock, let me hear how good you are." Your every muscle in your body seemed to shake at once as you came again, the clench of your walls making you feel even tighter around Steven, your name filling the air as his own release filled you, another intense wave of pleasure you rode out before crashing back to earth, all but collapsing in Steven's arms.

"You're amazing love." He sighed out happily, softly kissing the top of your head, not yet willing to remove his hands for you body as he eased himself out of you.

"You're amazing Steven." You half-moaned, every cells of your body still tingling as you tried to take your first steady breath in what felt like hours. Steven watched as your chest danced against his hand, noticing the slight trickle of his cum emerging between your legs.

"You know, we might have to start the film again. I've not been able to follow any of it." Steven joked, his laugh shaded with a dark edge, your stomach tightening again as his fingers finally withdrew from your clit, only to settle slightly lower, his middle finger pushing inside you, slowly fucking his own cum back where he felt it belonged.

Some people might find a schedule of dates with Steven boring, but you certainly never did.

#Them…

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