Steven Universe Sour Cream Novels & Stories

I began, but my dad cut me off with a scowl. "Enough with the unnecessary pleasantries, come here." I hid my hurt and walked towards them, trying not to gag at Steve's putrid breath. "Is this the Omega?" he asked, his voice dripping with an otherworldly intensity. My parents nodded, pushing me towards him as if offering me up. Steve laughed, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "I smell like death because I am a witch from the underworld," he explained, his voice sending shivers down my spine. I didn't dare ask what the underworld was, fearing what other terrors he might reveal.

Steven was worried because his sister was a very terrible drinker, she rarely drinks and only does so when she is in pain or is upset about something, just a few gulps of alcohol will make her soo dizzy to the pint of fainting. He quickly check his contact list for the contact of Crimson's only friend and also her band mate Lunette, he dailed her line and she picked up after a while but then she told him she was currently in south Korea filming her latest tv series. Left with not other option he quickly dailed his friend's line and after a few rings the phone was picked up by the person on the other line. "What are you up to bro?' Steven asked. "Why? It's late now and i'm about to attend a d

Because of this, he now chose the strawberry cheese milkshake over another beverage for her. Fay was a little perplexed by Stefon’s response, even though she was unaware that it contained a story. "Huh? I believe so.” "What do you mean?" "It's nothing," Stefon said without being specific. “See if you enjoy it by giving it a try.” “Okay." Fay put the strawberry cheese milkshake to her lips, took a sip, and stopped asking questions. Her eyes lit up as the sour and sweet sensation burst on her taste senses. Sweet, but not overly so. It tastes great.

He felt comfortable as he gazed at his shirtless six-pack abs body reflection in the mirror before walking out. The cold air from the air conditioning graces his body as he takes his milk and food off the table and gets back in bed. With an empty plate sitting on the bedding and a sandwich in his hand, Steven took a sip from the milk carton. Some milk dribbles down his lips, leaving a white stain on his mouth. Steven rolls his tongue around his lips and licks the liquid off. He got done with his meal and cleaned up. With a satisfied stomach and a well-disposed twilight, Steven decided that it was time to cut ties with Chloe for good. He picked up his phone, took a deep breath, and dialed her

“Look Man, you've had three on what I presume to be an empty stomach. I’m not mixing you another drink. What's got you so down?” “Tony, this is a bar. If I say I want Bloody Mary, you make me the damn thing and serve it with your best smile.” He bellowed, slapping the table as he spoke. “So I take it you haven't had breakfast then?” “No.” Steven replied dejectedly as he leaned back into his seat. “Is this about your girl?” “No! Yes. Look, I don't know. Can I get that drink now?” Tony sighed but got to his feet. Fifteen minutes later, he pushed a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches to Steven with a glass of water.

"Keeping in mind your squeamishness." "You know what works on squeamishness?" Steven said, standing. "More whiskey." He refilled his glass and topped off Paul's. They clinked glasses and Steven plopped back down on the sofa. "How you doin' there, B?" Paul asked after a few silent sips. "Still processing," Steven murmured. "I mean, it's not like I have anything against gay people. Like Ace, for instance." Paul's heart clenched at the name. "Yeah?"

Then his eyes go wide, he gasps. “What?” Neil asks. Steven says nothing. He darts back over to the snack fridge and pulls out an applesauce. He inspects the package diligently then gives a soft “ah ha” when he spots something. He shows the rest of the group. Sure enough, there’s an almost microscopic hole on the packaging. It looks like the exact same size of a syringe. My heart thuds in my chest as I wait for the next part. Steven screws off the cap of the applesauce and pushes a little onto his finger. He sucks it off. As soon as it hits his lips, his eyes go wide in fear.

Steven supported my waist so I wouldn’t fall backward, and pulled me in with his hand on the back of my neck. “I’ll massage your chest. Come here.” His fingers pinched my nipples. He licked my whimpering face as he gently rubbed my engorged twin peaks with his thumb and index finger. He wet his lips with saliva and licked me. His tongue moved on to my cheeks that were wet with tears, and then finally not forgetting my earlobes, which had turned bright red. He bit and sucked on them too. My white mounds were caught in Steven’s grasp. He sucked and bit on one side, and he repeatedly patted and gently twisted the other with his fingers.

It got to a point he could no longer hold it. "Oh! Fuck! Yes!" Steve exclaimed as he shoot his load into her mouth. His first cum hit the back of her throat. Susan didn't even gag. She continued to suck him more, milking his dick. She was swallowing his cum while sucking him. Steve continued to cum until his balls was empty. Susan looked up at him with smiles on her face. "You taste nice." "Fuck! I can't believe you swallowed all of it." "That's why I'm the best for you." Susan said and stood up.

"I didn't know what flavors you particularly liked so I just got us mixed flavors." "As long as mint chocolate isn't included, I'll be fine." "What?" Steve laughed, taking a scoop of ice cream. "You don't like mint chocolate?" "Mhm mhm," Liam replied, feeling the vanilla flavored ice cream melt in his mouth. "How do you people eat that thing. It tastes like toothpaste." "No it doesn't," Steve was still laughing. "It tastes like mint, chocolate and ice cream. It's a three in one combo. How could you possibly miss out on that?"