I wish they could invent a medical device that temporarily transfers your symptoms and pain to the doctor treating you and it worked like a shock collar. “I think light exercise would-.” and then bam they’re rolling around the floor clutching their stomach in agony and dry heaving.
Today a very friendly Golden Retriever came up to me and I said "hey buddy :D" and the owner asked "do you know each other?" like his dog had a social life he didn't know about
Steven acting all smug with Marc and Jake because the other night it accidentally escaped your lips that he was the best sex you ever had.
👀👀👀👀👀 just a thought you can do with it as you please
I AM WHEEZING AT THIS!!
The Title
Steven Grant x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley x gn!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •
Summary: Steven is apparently the best.
Warnings: Kissing, pet names, innuendo, sex mentions, bickering, swearing, please let me know if I've missed a warning.
Word Count: 315
“Shut the fuck up Steven.” Marc practically growls
Steven smiles at his reflection, raising his eyebrows as he brushes his hair. “I didn’t say anything, mate.”
“You were going to.”
Steven scoffs, but can’t hide how his grin widens. “I wasn’t.”
“You fucking were.”
“Being a bit sore today, aren’t we, Marc? Yes.” Steven taps the mirror with the end of his brush.
“You’re the one fucking swanning about and rubbing it in!”
“I’m doing no such thing, you’re being paranoid. Silly even.” Steven beams at him, definitely rubbing it in.
“Steven-”
“Best sex they’ve ever had, you know?” He gives Marc a little cheeky glance, waiting until Marc’s eyebrow furrows in a scowl before he mouths ‘best’ again.
“Fuck off.”
Steven chuckles.
“No, literally,” Marc sticks his middle fingers up. “Fuck off.”
“Best.”
“Fuck-”
“As in, better than anyone else.”
“-Off.”
“Which includes you.”
“Fuck-”
The sound of you coming in the front door echoes loudly, snapping at Marc’s and Steven’s attention.
Steven goes to call out, and at the same moment, Marc tries to force himself to the front. For a brief moment, they both shove at each other, speaking rapidly so that neither can really hear what the other is saying.
In the hasty chaos, Jake silently slips forward. He fronts so gently that neither Steven nor Marc notices until they hear his voice coming from their lips.
“Hello, amor,” he smiles as he greets you, kissing your cheek.
“Hello, Jake.” You beam, giggling as he helps you out of your jacket and lightly kisses your neck. “What’s got into you?”
“Well, Steven has been regaling us with tales of last night.”
You pause, heat running along your skin. “I…”
“Apparently, he’s the best sex you’ve ever had?” He gives you a cheeky smile and raises his eyebrow. “I was wondering if you’d care to give me a shot at the title?”
Victor Frankenstein syndrome aka you spent nights over nights crying and bleeding over this work and now that it's finally done you're just like "nvm. it's trash" and go to bed
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