#larven

Problematic Reasons: Age gap (no canon age for Lars, but he's already a teenager and has a part-time job at the start of the series when Steven is 12)

Propaganda under the cut:

Steven: t-that’s not what you think

*Spinel,lars and jasper shows up after some rounds*

Oh look. I still draw them sometimes

(More Evil!Mafia au? More Evil!Mafia au. Kinda nff 😘)

"You should know better."

Spinel watched from beneath the brim of her fedora in delight as Barriga dipped his head in deference. Served him right.

"Yes, Boss."

Steven tipped his head, eyes half-lidded and hair tinkling. "I'll let you off the hook just this once, Lars. I know it wasn't entirely your fault."

Spinel tensed. What?

Barriga relaxed marginally, the shoulders of his leather trenchcoat drooping back down to their normal slouch. "Yes sir."

"However," Steven continued sharply, gloved fingers knitted together in front of him. "If it happens again, I will sink you so far in the ocean that not even the most deranged fish could find your body. Do you understand?"

"...Yes sir."

"Good. Go get Lapis and trade places with her. I want you close."

Spinel scowled at Barriga over Steven's shoulder, her expression twisted and hateful. Barriga glanced up and shot her a disdainful look right back, before nodding once and turning on heel to do as he was ordered.

"My Bun," Steven crooned as soon as Barriga had vanished beyond the door. Spinel froze. "Sweet thing. Come here."

Tentative though she was, Spinel didn't hesitate to round the table and hastily kneel between Steven's legs. She rubbed her cheek against his knee and looked up at him through her lashes. Even with apprehension stirring in her chest, her eyes fluttered when he caught her by the chin and tilted her face up.

"You sabotaged him."

It wasn't a question. Spinel pursed her lips. "Wasn't like it was hard."

Steven clicked his tongue and dug his thumb into her jaw. It made her teeth buzz. "That's beside the point, pet. Lars' wandering eyes are of no concern of yours."

"But they're yers?" Spinel shot back daringly, her accent thickening in frustration and jealousy.

"Watch that pretty mouth, or I'll put it to better use," Steven warned lowly.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Stevie," She mused with a lopsided grin, tongue dragging along the backs of her teeth.

"Then don't tempt me, sugar," He replied as his thumb moved from her jaw to her lower lip, pressing.

She opened for him on instinct, a high noise singing in her throat as he hooked a knuckle behind her lower left canine. The cold bite of a familiar metal ring pressed under chin. She shivered and her eyes rolled back, dazed. This feeling--this rush of warmth and adrenaline and arousal and danger; it felt like plummeting from a great height, only to catch herself at the last second. She'd doing anything for it. Anything for him.

And by the smugness of his sharp smirk, she could tell he knew it. He loved it. He needed it just as much as she did. The craving. The power.

Her tongue flicked out to lick the tip of his thumb. Quick as a flash, he'd lashed his thumb out and pinned it still. Her mouth tingled. Steven hummed.

"Why would you try to lead my lion astray, hm? Is my Bunny getting nervous?" He mused.

Abruptly remembering why she'd been so vindicative earlier, Spinel's tongue spasmed and she let her teeth indent lightly on Steven's finger until he relented. He drew his thumb back, a glimmering string of saliva stretching between it and Spinel's painted bottom lip. It thinned and snapped as he took the digit into his mouth, tongue flicking out to drag up the leather in a heated flash of crimson.

Spinel felt breathless. "It's the way you look at him. The way you touch him. Like he's yours."

"Lars is mine," Steven drawled, unphased. "He's my soldier. He was nothing before I took him in. I gave him life, gave him purpose. He is mine." Steven's lips quirked up when a gutteral snarl burst from Spinel's chest, and he pushed the barrel of the gun until it tipped her head back to bare her throat. Her fedora fell to the floor, and he reached back down to tug on the dark ribbons that kept her tufted curls tied up. They came loose, and a few strands fell into her eye as the rest spilled down her shoulders, tangling in the revolver. "Not the same way you are," He continued idly with a smirk. "I assume that's what this is about?"

Leaning forward, he slid the gun up until it tapped at her scowling lips, which immediately slackened in a gasp. "Don't worry, sugar," He purred. "My cock still belongs to you."

"Mine," Spinel gurgled out, eyes wild and fingers clutching at his thighs.

"Yours," Steven acquiesced easily, amused. He slowly drew the gun away from her mouth and stowed it away. "Now, Bun, I have a job for you."

Lurching forward to nuzzle against his knee again, Spinel's voice came out slurred and drunken. "Gimme a name, Boss," She whispered feverishly. "I'll bring 'em to you screaming."

Steven smiled, cruel and knowing. The smile of a man who knew the power he held, and the monster he had collared on the end of his leash.