Novel & Cerita Steven Universe Self Insert Fanfiction

My hands roamed over his chest and abs through his t-shirt. Now that I had the chance to touch what I'd been drooling over for years, I wasn't going to waste it. Evan let out a satisfied groan, his arm held me tighter until our entire bodies were pressed together. My breasts were against his chest, hardened nipples rubbed against his hard chest as I panted for breath in between kisses. A massive heat grew between my thighs, and I wanted to touch myself there. Better yet, I wanted Evan to do it.

“Yes, but I’ll have to get over my fear first.” Steven gave me a sexy half smile and gripped my hips. My mouth fell open when he moved them against his. “Just say when, brown eyes, and I’m all yours.” I moved my hips over his and shuddered as pleasure washed through me. Steven scooted down a bit and leaned back. His lashes lowered a little, and his hands gripped my hips and squeezed before slipping lower to rest on my thighs. “You feel different than Severide,” I whispered without meaning to.

She laughed lightly, “No, Luna. It’s not what you think. My story with Steven is long and lonely.” She’s finally going to tell me what the deal is with Dr. Higslee! I only wish I had a cup of tea, to drink while I listen to her story. “Okay, I’m all ears.” I told her. “Steven and I grew up together. We were inseparable. In our youth, we both loved studying together and would go to school events and pack house events together. Everyone in our pack knew we would be fated mates.” She started, “I am a couple of months older than Steven. So, when I turned eighteen, I shifted. I didn’t sense my mate at that time. Everyone became so certain that Steven and I were mates by then, that everyone was wa

I cried out, my head falling back. “You like that, baby?” Steven growled. “Yes, I do. Let’s hurry,” I gasped. “My mom will be home soon.” “No, she won’t. It’s just noon,” Steven said, pounding his cock up into my pussy. “She will! Today is her half day!” I cried out. “Shit. Then let’s hurry before she gets back,” Steven groaned, his thrusts growing faster and harder. “Mmphh… nghhh…”

“You will cum. I’m not ready… for this… to be over…” “Please!” I beg. “Please!” Steven has a soft spot for me. He always has. Unlike the others, though he enjoys teasing me, he also likes giving me exactly what I want. His hands fly to my arms and he yanks me upright once more. I tilt my neck, immediately giving him room. Baring his teeth, he sinks them straight into my flesh. I cum so hard that everything goes white.

" Despite the fact that Steven is no longer himself, his friends continue to attempt to restore him to his former self. Steven did not say anything in response to what one of his guys remarked. He folds his hands, looks out the window, and shakes his head incessantly. 'I'm at a loss on what to do. 'Please assist me.' He asked himself why he was staring at the sky. Hopefully, he realised that his friend is observing him and that this is where he might need his friend's assistance. Steven has never felt more perplexed than he does right now. The thought running through his mind was too much for him to take, and the people wanted him to get rid of Helen. He immediately summoned the second in co

"Because he's cute and he prefers to play with the robot alone." "That's why!" He stood up and turned to Steven. "Son, son! When are you going to go to the doctor? You have to leave your work for him first. It's still difficult to get pregnant." "Yes, I already did. I just want to take good care of her until she gives birth." I was surprised when Steven suddenly kissed me right in front of his mommy. I suddenly blushed and bowed in shame. All this, I did not expect. I didn't expect them to accept me completely. I'm so happy that Steven can now show me to the whole world, the one who doesn't hide, it's not a secret. We are free and can do what we want.

“Oh gods.” They took my eggs. They created Ava. My baby… not by love, but by violation of nature itself. I felt sick. “Yeah,” Steven slurred proudly, “that’s why I’m here. He thinks he’s better than us. But he fertilized your egg, made you raise the brat.” He hiccupped. “And here’s the fun part…” He leaned in, breath sour. “When you turned eighteen, he killed your old buyer. Bought you for himself. Wants you to carry his child next. The old-fashioned way.”

Close enough to feel the warmth of his body, but not so close that he could retreat. “So you’re gay?” I asked, voice low. Stevan lifted his gaze, and for a second I was caught off guard by the smile that broke across his face—different from the shy ones before. Softer. Unprepared. Almost boyish. Before I could even process it, he raised his hand and brushed the tip of his finger against my lips. The touch was fleeting. Innocent. And completely unexpected from him. A sharp shiver ran down my spine, far stronger than it had any right to be over something so simple. It hit me like a spark against dry tinder.

my voice rose, accompanying my effort to straighten my limp body. "Stay away from me, you trash!" Steven snapped. Every syllable that came from his lips sounded full of poisonous hatred. That utterance felt like a physical slap that shook my world. My confusion grew. What actually happened to Steven? Why did he transform into such a cruel stranger full of anger toward me?