Hello my love I’m back with another request if you don’t mind! :]
Could you do the prompt “thats not what I meant and you know it!” And have it be Bob Floyd and angry love confession where Bob is very obvious in his love for reader but reader just claims it’s all platonic so they don’t get hurt
So little angst mainly fluff
Thanks so much love!!
-Iris/Mars ♥️
that’s not what i meant and you know it.
bob floyd x reader
word count: 1.5k
warnings: some angst but nothing crazy. idiots in love.
a/n: hello my love!!! thanks for sending another one in! i really liked this one!
it started with bob bringing you a drink every morning. he'd switch it up everyday; one day being coffee, then tea, then an energy drink. you started to like the different beverages and the surprise every day.
then he'd always be the one to zip your suit up. you always convinced yourself that it was fully zipped, but bob always managed to catch a few inches of the unzipped zipper right at your neck.
the daggers teased you incessantly. they never stopped, even when you convinced them, or at least tried to that it was all platonic. all of it. bob didn't have feelings for you, and you had none for him. at least, that's what you told everyone and yourself. besides, getting mixed up with him would be messy for the team, you thought.
you sit in the conference room, waiting for the rest of the team to show up so mav can go on with the debrief. the mission that happened yesterday went fine, a standard fly over but hangman had to give some answers. so, you werent really sure why you or the rest of the team was there.
bob pushes open the door, the last to arrive, with two coffee cups in hand. the vacant seat next to you was quickly filled with him. he sets one of the cups in front of you, your callsign scribbled on the side with a smiley face: "sunshine :)"
you mouth a 'thank you' to him as mav begins to question hangman. you tune it out, eyes scanning the room like you've done a thousand times before. the white painted walls, the lack of personality, so clean cut and-
bobs foot taps against yours. you look down, the tip of his show next to yours. your eyes drift up to his face. he holds a stoic expression, eyes forward on mav as he sips his coffee. no clue he even touched you, or that his touch was lingering.
bob knew what he was doing. he always did. anything to do to be close to you he attempted. a knuckle brush when you walk together, getting you coffee in the morning, making his fingers linger on the back on your neck when he zips up your suit, or now- his shoe against yours.
he sees you out of the corner of his eyes, you noticed. you didn't pull away; you didn't want to. though you wouldn't let those thoughts consume you. it was an accident, he didn't realize how close he was. yeah, that was it.
then his knee bumps yours. and it stays there. he sits in a wide position, his legs spread so he can be comfortable, yes comfortable. you don't mind the small touches or small glances, you know you've become a comfortable person for him, and he is one for you.
mav wraps up the debrief, satisfied with whatever hangman said and dismisses you all for the day. yes, the whole day was for this debrief that only took thirty to do. you all pile out f the room to a common area on the bad. nat starts the conversation about our weekley night hangout.
"everyone still good for tonight?" she asks the group. there's a lot of nods, 'yeahs' and 'you know it' from the group. they all walk on while you hang back to throw away your cup.
bob notices and stays with you, "good coffee?"
you nod, "real good, thank you. are you coming tonight?"
"yeah, yeah. of course,"
the two of you begin your walk to the rest of the team in the cafe. your elbow brushes his as you walk and creeping heat coming your neck, neither of you could walk a straight line you guessed.
walking into the cafe was a mistake, it always was when you and bob walked in late behind everyone else. the hoots and hollers and teasing is at an all-time high. nats smile at you, roosters eyebrows nearly shooting up off his head and the ever-talkative hangman.
"when will you two get it over with already?" hangman asks in his usual smirking, egging on tone. you couldn't roll your eyes hard enough.
you ignore the sounds and words, sitting down at the table with bob at your side. his knee touching yours again when he sits down.
there was one time you saw bob talking with another pilot. he never smiled at you like he was smiling at her. his eyes never looked at you the way they looked at her. there was a small pang in your chest, a small put that opened in your stomach at the sight.
"no, i'm not looking for anyone right now,"
you walked away at that point, any feelings you thought you had was now buried deep down.
bob saw you, he saw the way you walked away. he saw the anger in your leaving, in your stomps.
the night came quick; everyone piled into the small apartment you and nat shared. you stand in your room suddenly too aware of your outfit choice and thoughts of what bob would think. you'd never had those thoughts until recently. what would bob think? does he think i'd look nice? you kidnly were upset you had become so obsessed with his thoughts about you.
a soft knock sounds on your wooden door, you mutter a small, "come in."
your door creaks open and bob reveals himself, smile on his as he enters but it slightly drops as he sees you. the outfit was nothing crazy, sweatpants and tight shirt to be comfortable but you still saw the way his face fell slightly.
"hey, was trying to find something to wear," you force a laugh and smile turning around to the mirror to avoid his stare.
"you look nice, pretty,"
you laugh again, "thanks bobby, im sure i look really nice in these too big sweatpants,"
"you do. uh anyway, just came to see where you were, wanted to make sure you were okay," he tells you, looking only at you.
"starting to miss me floyd?"
"i miss you every time you leave my sight," he tells you, his voice soft and testing, like he scared of your response.
"right," you scoff, "you never let me out of your sight,"
the room is silent for a moment, and you can't help the words that fall out of your mouth. a loose string of them in the most quiet tone.
"you're not looking anyone right now?"
"that's not what i meant and you know it,"
"how am i supposed to know when you don't talk to me?" you ask, turning around to face him.
"what are you so afraid of?"
"the way you make me feel. when you look at me i feel like i could pass out and when you bump my knee or touch my hand my body heats up so much i can barely think. your cologne makes my head spin. hell, i've bene in this room since everyone got here wondering if you'd like my outfit. you mess with my brain and it scares the fuck out of me." you finally let the honesty roll of your tongue at a speed you weren't ready for.
he says your name softly, reaching out for your hand but you don't move. he takes a deep breath.
"every time i close my eyes you are the only thing i see. i open my eyes with a want to see you first. i wake up and you're the thing on my mind. what do i get her today? coffe, tea? energy drink? how could i possibly be more obvious in my... in my love for you? what else can i do to show you what you mean to me?"
"bob, i thought-"
"i love you. i love the way you roll your eyes at hangman when he torments us with side comments when we walk into a room later than everyone else, i love the way you nose scrunches when you hear something you don't like, i love the way you can cry at literally anything because you care so much. you are the reason... you are my reason."
you take a few small steps towards, your hand reaching out and taking his. you give it a small squeeze and pull yourself by his hand into his arms. you feel him sigh against you, as if a weight fell from him when his arms wrap around you.
you lift your head, planting a small kiss to his jaw then to his lips. his hands place themselves gently on your face, cupping your cheeks. you can feel him smile against your lips, spreading wide and cutting the kiss short.
"i've wanted to kiss you," you admit.
"yeah, i've been wanting to kiss you for a while."
you laugh lightly, your forehead leaning forward and resting against his should with a groan.
"hangman is never going to let us live this down. the teasing is never going to stop," you tell him, your eyes slightly rolling.
"he'll be telling us to get a room," he says, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair.
"we've got a room right now," you shrug, "think you can be quiet officer?"
"with you? no, i'll let everyone know how much i want you and how good you make me feel," he grins at you making a slight blush cross your cheeks.
frat president! todd stevens x shyhorny! fem reader. smutty! fwb to lovers trope, but they’re idiots. updates come out as i get inspired to write. please be patient with me.
summary: you get cold on a stake out in the upside down and steve helps you out.
prompt: please stop moving.
warnings: MDNI 18+ oral (f! receiving) p in v, unprotected, finger sucking, riding.
a/n: request sent in by @iristheplanet16 - thank you so so much!! request found here!
was sent in for my 500 followers event. i have prompts set up for you guys to send me with a character :)
requests: open !!
masterlist / lewis masterlist
a stake out in the upside down was not on your bucket list.
you'd been to the dimension one other time: diving into the lake and going through a gate. that night didn't end well and you were hoping this one would. you didn't want to lose another friend.
the air had the same floating white particles as before and it was cold, and inside steve's car you couldn't be colder. your bones were stiff and muscles tense as you folded into yourself, hugging yourself trying to get some type of warmth.
"i can hear your teeth chattering," steve says with closed eyes. he shifts in the laid-back front seat, arm over his eyes.
you'd both laid down, as much as you could in the small vehicle, to sleep but it was no use for either of you. you took the back seat, laying across them and steve in the front. with the cold sweeping further into your skin and bones and steve's apparent super hearing of your teeth biting together, neither of you were sleeping.
"i can't help it. i'm freezing," you stumble out in a shivering tone.
"it's not that cold," he states with a slight scoff to his tone.
you sit up with a huff, taking your freezing hands and put them on the sides of his neck and slightly moving them down to the top of his collarbones.
he hisses, pushing forward to get away from the coldness your hands brought his warm skin. it was soothing for a moment. the warmth bringing on a smile to your face at the comfort he so easily brought.
"jesus, you are cold," he sits forward, his own hands rubbing at the places where yours once were.
"well i wasn't lying," you sit up, pulling your legs to your chest. your attempts at warming yourself up were not working, the t shirt you had on wasn’t thick and when you put it over your bent legs it helped but not a lot. you’d breathed hard into your hands but your efforts didn’t last long.
“here,” he mutters under his breath. you watch him hook his fingers under the neckline of his sweatshirt and pull it over his head, handing it back to you.
“you sure?” you ask, brows raised.
“yeah, i’ll be fine,” he crosses his arm across his chest, leaning back to his position in the seat. he closes his eyes, trying not think about you but in his clothes. if he could just fall asleep without seeing you in his sweatshirt he’d be… okay.
but he just couldn’t let it go.
his eyes practically shoot open. he reaches up angling the rear view mirror down to see you. you’re laying down across the backseats, sweatshirt on you and your arms not even through the sleeves. your knees still at your chest under the sweatshirt, stretching it. he didn’t mind, anything to keep you in it.
he watches you breath steadily but there’s still a slight tremor to your body, your muscles tightening because of the cold.
he debates his next move. he either lays there, ignores the way you shake and doesn’t fall asleep or he can suggest a way to warm you.
“please don’t make me regret this,” he whispers to whatever power in the universe hears him, “i can come back there,” he says louder.
“what?” you shiver.
“i can come back there, lay with you. you know body heat and all. plus, i want to stretch out,”
you both knew damn well he wouldn’t be able to stretch out but neither of you cared. you tell him get back there and he pulls his seat up and opens his door, shuts and opens the one next to you. he climbs in, pulling the door shut and not so gracefully shifts in behind you.
his hand slips under the sweatshirt, first ghosting your lower back then moving round to your waist and finally to your stomach. you wanted to be nervous, happy even that you were in this situation but the euphoric feeling of heat was all that was on your mind.
it felt good, he felt good.
his other arm laid across the seat, your head finding it comfy. you practically fall back into him, the comfort overhauling your body. thanks to his and the sweatshirt, you could smell his cologne, the one you had said you liked the most a few months ago.
“this okay?” he asks.
you nod, snuggling deeper into his arms. your legs and hips shift as you attempt to get more comfortable against him.
your backside presses into his front and you hear him grunt softly. you tell yourself it his jeans and not him getting stiff.
“please stop moving,” he almost pleads.
you smile to yourself and decide to push your luck. you press further back, just to see what he’ll do.
it’s as if steve knew you’d do this. he’s closed his eyes and pressed his head against the seat, taking a deep breath as you moved against him. he didn’t how much longer he could take it. he could practically feel the smile across your face after he said it, he could feel the way you held in your laughter.
he pushed against you himself. his hips moving forward and grinding on you slightly.
“don’t start something you can’t finish harrington,”
steve takes his hand and slides it down your staunch to the top of the waistline of your pant. his pinky slipping under it and running along your skin. new shivers and chills cascade over your body but not from the cold this time, from
him.
he says you name in a soft but firm tone, a warning of sorts. his hand finds the button of you pants, undoing it and slowly moving the fabric down your legs. he sits up, loving his other from beneath your head. he sits on his knees, looking down at you.
“put your hands above your head,” he instructs, pointing towards the door behind you.
you lift your arms, crossing your wrists and waiting for his next move. he leans forward, grabbing the seat belt and pulling it towards you. he wraps the belt around your wrists and secures it tight. you give it a tug and watch a triumphant smile spread on his pretty face.
“done this before?” you ask, matching the smirk.
“never had someone follow my instructions so well,” he tells you, his hands reaching down and holding his fingers to the waistband of your under wear and pulling it down. he takes it off along with your pants and drop them to the floorboard.
you legs close together as you watch him pull his shirt off, undo his pants and pull them off. your thighs squeeze together at the sight of his chest, your drifting down to his cock and you almost moan at the sight.
steve’s hands grip your knees, pulling your legs apart and dipping down to your core. his hands are slow as the move down your thighs, his mouth following with gentle kisses to your skin.
once at your core, he takes his tongue and drags it through you. your arousal coats his mouth and chin, his moans vibrating against you, making you arch into him.
his tongue moves all around and through you. it circles your clit slowly, applying slight pressure then harder then pulling back. it make a your head spin and eyes roll back. your hands pull against the belt, the ache to thread your fingers through his hair becoming too much. you wanted to touch him.
your breathing becomes heavy as the pleasure builds, as the pool in your lower stomach beats up and builds bigger and bigger. your muscles tighten then loosen as he circles your clit only to pull away.
he takes two of finger, pushing them into your entrance and starting a pace that makes your head lean back as you pull your lips into your mouth and suppress a moan. he pulls away, eyes still on your core, admiring.
“good job staying quiet for me, don’t want anyone to hear do us do we?” he asks before going back you, continuing his movements.
his fingers pumping and his mouth sucking at your clit, pulling you closer and closer to your climax. his hands stay on the inside of your thighs, keeping them open while giving small squeezes as thank you’s for being quiet.
“steve,” you whisper the best you could, “i… i’m gonna-“
“i know i know,” he says against you, the vibrations of his voice making your walls clench and thighs nearly clamp around his head, “go ahead baby,”
his fingers pump harder and faster now, the movements of his tongue and mouth on your clit made your head light. you eyes rolling back, your back arching, and your nose scrunching.
“fuck! steve!” you shout, your thighs close around his head, and your wrists pull against the belt again.
steve’s eyes look up to watch as you release on his mouth, a smile on his face as he tastes you. he watches you pull against the belt again, a sense of pride swells in chest at his ability to tie the belt so well. another feeling swells as he takes you in, his sweatshirt still on you as you cum on his tongue. he laps at you before pulling away, licking his lips.
he pulls his fingers out of you, putting them
into his mouth, tasting you for a long moment before sitting up and leaning down to conner his lips to yours.
you kiss him like he the first sip of water you e had in years. the kiss feeling long over due, a small whimper escapes you as he pulls back. he lines himself up with you, slowly pushing in.
one of his hands going under your lower back and lifting you slightly for a better angle. his other hand disappears under the sweatshirt, his hand leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin before resting on your breast. he massages your skin, pinching you nipple as you feel you climax busking again.
“stevie…” you whine, he takes you right leg and lifts it wrap around his waist, hitting a new angle again, “feels s’ good, you’re-“ you whine again, “big,”
“yeah?” he questions, pushing further into you, “you like that? hmm?” he hums, “tell me,”
“so good stevie, treating me so well. always do, ahhh,” you moan as he fully bottoms out in you. he stays there for a moment, slow pushes before pulling away out and pushing back in.
“you’re doing so good for me honey, squeezing me so well,” he praises as he moves, a hand coming up to your face, his thumb swiping your bottom. his thumb pushes into your mouth and suck lightly at it, keeping you quiet.
you yank at the belt unknowing, your hands itching to pull him closer. he takes his thumb out of your mouth and reaches up to the belt and undoes his work. your hands pull free, immediately grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down to kiss him. he goes to sit up and your follow him up so you’re straddling him.
steve sits back in the seat, legs spread, and hands on your hips slightly guiding you. he watches you intently, eyes grazing your body as he watches you ride him in his clothes.
“look so pretty riding me like this, in my sweatshirt,” he leans forward, lips kissing at your neck, small marks be left in their wake.
you lean your forehead against his, your hands gripping his shoulders and his neck, “you’re pretty too steve, know how to fuck me so well.”
“yeah i do,” he mutters, you smile against his lips, kissing him again.
you grind harder on him, the waves a pleasure building up and the coil in your belly tightening so much you can’t stand it. you groan as the waves finally wash over you. the high and buzz from another orgasm making you shake against him.
he holds you through it, gilding you close. he plants his feet on the floor, and begins to thrust up into you. he fucks you through your release and builds his own.
soon his own pleasure takes him over and makes him tremble against you. you move against him still, riding him through his release. you cup his jaw, lifting his head to kiss him. your lips molding together, fitting so well together neither of you could deny it.
you pull back, forehead resting on his again. his hand rest at your hips still, but this time you’re both still. your breathing is hard, matching his.
“hardly seems fair i was clothed the whole time,” you laugh lightly.
“wanted to see you in my sweatshirt,” he shrugs, “looks good on you,” his hands run up and down your sides, “still cold?” he questions with a tilt of his head.
“hmmm,” you hum, you could feel the sweat on your back, “i might still be a little chilly, you should warm me up again,” you smile, leaning your mouth back down to his.
12/1 - Pretty Little Collar - Bob's a bit confused when you don't give him his present in front of the team. He's even more confused when you said it's a surprise for later, completely missing Johns grimace and Yelena's muttering about how gross you were. It isn't until you bring him back to the room does he realize what his special gift is.
A leash and a collar.
12/2 - Mistletoe - Bob Floyd has been trying his darndest to kiss you, waiting and planning for the perfect moment. Turns out all he needed to do was to get punched in the face at the Hard Deck to make that happen. Funny how fate works, huh?
12/3 - Grief - The last thing you expected to happen that day was for your husband to end up hit by a bus. What you expected even less, was for you to be sitting at the foot of his bed, staring at him as you rest your hands on your swollen belly, begging him to wake up from the coma he was in.
12/4 - Ice Skating - You and Rhett go Ice Skating at the new rink that opened up right on the outskirts of town! You are having the time of your life; you were born to skate. Rhett on the other, should stick to bull riding.
12/5 - Library Shenanigans - You and Ben have been in Salem's Lot for weeks now to do research for his next novel. But you've just been so pent up and neglected not able to be taken cared of by your husbands dick as frequently as you'd like, you decided to take matters into your hands in the back of the local library.
12/8 - Words Shoot to Kill When I'm Mad - Today was probably one of the worst days you've had in a long time. Every thing that could go wrong, went wrong. And when your emotions are heightened like this, your powers can be unstable, reacting without you even noticing. And today, what you feared the most came true: in your frustration, you use your powers against the ones you love.
12/9 - New Territory - Rhett, for the life of you, won't tell you what he wants this year. But you catch on, seeing the way he blushes when and gets all shy whenever the conversation gets brought up about you giving him a ride instead. You've never bought a strap fast enough.
12/10 - Never Be Her - You saw Clark Kent. You watched as he stumbled in late, yet with a smile and a coffee for everyone, even you, the lowly intern. You watched him in meetings as he advocated for the new and upcoming journalist to get their fair shot. You watched and watched, hoping to finally be seen. Clark Kent, on the other hand, only ever saw Lois Lane.
12/11 - First Fall of Snow - You wake up to find New York covered in snow, and you're so excited! It's your first time ever experiencing it and you drag your unwilling boyfriend to enjoy the beautiful icy snow with you. You seem to underestimate just how cold snow actually is.
12/12 - First Dates and First Times - Bob finally takes you out on that date and it's better than ever. filled with dirty jokes and shy glances, Bob wants to end the date being the perfect gentlemen and departing from you with a peck on the lips. You, on the other hand, want to jump his bones because you've been waiting years for this to happen between you and the furiously blushing WSO.
12/15 - Holiday Blues and Family Woes - Ever since you and Bob got together, the holidays have been your favorite part of the year. You spend them with the Floyds ever year, experiencing an unconditional love and relaxation you've never felt with your own family. You plan to spend this year with them again, but an early morning phone call with your mother makes you feel like you need to change those plans. Thankfully, Bob's there to be strong when you can't.
12/16 - Drunken Confessions - You and Todd have been classmates for years. You found him to be completely infuriating and cocky, despite the fact he made you seemingly forget every part of your public policy class with that stupid smirk of his. You'd roll your eyes and do everything you can to ignore the flutter in your chest only he seemed to make you feel. He's Todd Stevens. He probably does this to all the girls on campus anyway. It isn't until one too many drinks at the Kappa Nu Alpha annual Christmas party, that you realize he's way more than just some stupid frat guy with a cocky smile
12/17 - Sacrificial Son - When Wabangs sheriffs department comes knocking on your door with a search warrant due to the disappearance of Trevor Tillerson. A confrontation at the Abbott Farm brings you and Rhett to an understanding that you're not letting your husband go down for his brothers fuck up.
12/18 - Lights Out - When a storm comes through the El Royale, knocking out the power and all the heating. You and Miles build a fort of sorts in the lobby, trying to stay warm in this blistering storm.
12/19 - Disrupted Cycle - You wake up feeling... off. You think you must be coming down with a bug, it makes sense with the colder days and longer nights Wabangs had since the snow came in. You and your mates think nothing of it, but when you wake up again, covered in sweat and a deep, intense need to bounce on your mates dick, it finally clicks. Oh, it's your heat.
12/22 - Bruised Lips and Broken Ribs - You're not too concerned when Rocco doesn't show up at your apartment when he says he would. You figured he just got caught with friends or something. But when he shows up at your house with a bruised face, wincing every time he takes a breath, and blood covered knuckles, that sends you into a furry of worry.
12/23 - Change - Miles was lonely working at the El Royale. His days were routine, keep the premises clean, inform management about any special guests, and just try and get through life without without wallowing in his guilt. It isn't until you three come along, that his routine changes.
12/24 - Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call - Bob knew he fucked up your relationship big time all those years ago when he was high. He was ashamed of who he turned into when he was on drugs, hiding away who you were from the team, until one day he opened up to Yelena about who the 'pretty, sad girl' in his shame room was. At her encouragement, Bob decides to find you, and try to make amends. It doesn't exactly go as planned.
12/25 - Best Gift This Year - This is yours and Bobs first Christmas together despite being in a relationship for years. He had either been deployed or on assignment for the last couple of Christmas's. Now that he was you all to himself for the holidays, he decides it's the perfect time to gift you that rings he's had in his pocket since you first said 'I love you' to each other.
12/26 - tis' the damn season - This happens every time he comes home. You and Clark, following the same cycle of shy smiles and knowing glances that end with you whimpering his name as he slides his cock into you. Both of you finally feeling at home when you're together. But every time he leaves, it feels like a part of your soul is being ripped in two, and you don't know if you can take another blow.
12/29 - Ours - Sequel to Words Shoot to Kill When I'm Mad. You three finally have that talk and the conversation takes a turn so fast it makes your head spin. One second your crying, apologizing for what happened, and the next your speared on both their cocks. Well, you've always wanted to visit Paris anyway.
12/30 - Unexpected - The El Royale is in it's prime! Guests of all sorts make their way down to experience all the frills and fun that the hotel has to offer. And for the first time ever this New Years Eve, they are doing fireworks! You're so excited, it'd been so long since you got to see some fireworks since you came here with Miles. Neither of you were prepared when the first explosion happened.
12/31 - New Years Day - Valentina throws the biggest New Years party money can buy, and you and the rest of the 'New Avengers' are forced to attend because of good PR or something. After all the fun and carrying your wasted teammates back up to their rooms, you and Bob spend the rest of the night sweeping up broken beer bottles and confetti that only seems to multiply every time you try and clean it up. And you come to realization that there's no other place you'd rather be.
hiii!!! thank you so so much for 500 followers 🥰 thank you for all the love on my works. i really do love writing and im so happy to have finally found a community that loves writing, reading and not being afraid to just put things out there. thank you so much.
so, to celebrate this community, i’ve gathered some quotes i’ve picked up along the way when writing and you all can send in some asks :)
my requests are always open! and asks in general if you wanna chat!
i write it all! fluff, angst, smut and probably anything else you’d like. it can be anything from a drabble to a longer fic, just lmk.
if you decide to send something in please put what character and what prompt! (also! it doesn’t have to specifically be these prompts it can can something you think of etc!)
characters i write for: (mostly) any lewis pullman character, bucky barnes, steve harrington, eddie munson!
i’m also open to writing for others: clark kent, johnny storm, peter parker, joaquin torres, ghost (cod) etc.
prompts!
“you deserve to know.”
“i can’t pretend anymore.”
“please… say something.”
“don’t make me say it. i can’t say the words.”
“tell me how to unlove you then. please.”
“say we stop now, and i’ll stop… but don’t lie.”
“we’re alone. no one has to know. just this once.”
“your breath on my neck is driving me crazy- move or i will.”
“god, you feel so good.” “yeah? then shut up and keep going.”
“i’m going to ruin you, and you’re going to thank me for it.”
“i need you.”
“i need you to stop moving,”
“use me.”
“it’s okay, i’ve got you,”
“tell me where it hurts,”
“i can’t do it myself, i need you to do it,”
“i wish that i never met you,”
“can you just leave?”
“will you stay with me?”
“where were you? i’ve been calling you for hours,”
“just tonight, just one time,”
“you fucked it up,”
“everyone else might be buying it, but i’m not. what’s wrong?”
“you were never mine, but losing you, watching you walk away broke my heart,”
a/n: back with my first steve fic! :) def want to write more with him!
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masterlist / lewis masterlist
"i'm not talking to you anymore," you state, crossing your arms against your chest. your eyes burn holes through the windshield in front of you. you lean back into the front passenger seat, teeth barring down on your tongue to keep quiet while steve still talks on.
"oh come on, really? were doing this today? right now?" he asks, his eyes moving from the road ahead then to you. he looks back and forth between you and the road in utter disbelief. he hated when you wouldn't talk to him and he did his best to play along and do the best he could to not interact.
"fine," he mutters under his breath, "i don't want to talk to you either," he shrugs. he switches from steering with his left hand to his right so he can lean his left arm on the door, hand threading through the strands of his hair.
you watch out of the corner of your eye as he rubs his mouth and jaw, stealing glances at you. if you were honest with yourself, you liked this game you both played, mostly because you always knew how it ended. you'd get back to his place, or yours, and be separate for about an hour before one of you went to the other apologizing and staying up into the late hours of the night proving to each other how much you loved the other.
you two were never that mad at the other.
steve pulls into his driveway, cutting the engine almost immediately. he sits back, keys in hand and lets out a sigh. you don't give him a chance to say anything. you open your door, stepping out and slamming it shut. you walk to the front door, and twist the knob, pushing it open.
steve follows close behind you, his voice low as he apologizes for the words he spoke in the car. you ignore the pleads, walking into the back bedroom and simply getting ready for bed. you slip on a tshirt and shorts, sliding into the bed, settling into the mattress.
steve lays next to you, quiet and timid. he lays his hand on your thigh, soon turning his body towards you. his lips ghosting over your neck, making a chill shoot down your spine. your thighs absentmindedly squeeze together. he feels your thigh tense and release, a smile now against your skin.
"still mad?" he asks as he drags his middle finger up your thigh to the waistband of your shorts. his finger dips between you shorts and underwear, the finger just over your clothed clit, making the smallest bit of friction.
you hum, pulling you lips into your mouth and biting down to suppress the hum or moan, you weren't sure. you close your eyes, taking a deep breath and trying not to keep your promise. you weren't talking to him.
"you sure?" he questions, bringing his hand up to the waistband of your underwear and dipping in between your skin and the cloth. his hand cups you, his palm rubbing small circles against you. your eyes roll back, your body rolling over to lay on your back, letting him take over.
he drags two fingers through your folds, your slick coating his fingers. he groans at the feeling of it, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting you. he pulls his fingers up to your clit, circling the bud again, loving the little noises it pulls from you. your head pushes back into the pillow behind you, your back arching and hips pushing into his hand.
his own hips press against your thigh, his bulge hard on your skin. his lips fully on your neck now, his tongue hot on your skin and teething nipping at you. you reach down, grasping him and earning a moan from him. his lips move from your neck, up to your jaw, leaving kisses in their wake as they land on your lips.
he pushes back the covers, pulling away from you and sitting up on the bed. he taps your hip and you lift them, allowing him to pull your shorts and underwear down. he throws the shorts to the side but keeps your underwear on bed. you don't register it though, thanks to the speed of his hand back on you and working you.
one of his fingers pumps into you, making you stifle a sigh, he adds another in no time. his hands moves slowly at first, only gaining speed when he hears your small moans and whimpers.
"s... steve," you whine out.
he shakes his head then cocks it to the side, "thought you weren't talking to me?" he questions, "what happened to your stubborn attitude?" he pulls his hand away, making you whine again.
"please," you sigh.
"mm mmm," he shakes his head again. he pulls his own clothes off, pulling the last of your clothing off too then throwing his leg across you, straddling you. he lines himself up with your core and eases into you, "stay quiet now, you'll be mad at yourself if you don't," he tells you.
his hand grips your hip, his thumb pressing deep into your skin, just above your hip bone. he tries his best to keep your squirming self still. he settles between your thighs, sliding deeper into you, finding a slow pace.
you do your best to bite back any words, but you couldn't help yourself. you couldn't help the way his name always slipped out when he hit just the right spot deep in your core. you bite the inside of your cheek but ultimately can't keep it in.
"feels-" your sentence, or lack thereof, is cut short by his hand covering your mouth.
"be quiet now," he says slightly breathless as his hips pick up their speed.
your tongue pushes out, licking against his hand. he lightly scoffs and pulls out of you, leaving you empty and whining.
"turn over, hands on the headboard,"
you follow his instructions, sitting up and moving to face away from him and towards the headboard. you reach out, back arched and hands gripping the headboard. his hands smooth over your ass, a slight squeeze before lining himself up again and replacing himself back in you.
he moves slow, building his pace and speed back up to the previous pace. his hands grip your hips at first but as soon as he hears the smallest sound from you, one of his hands is back at your mouth, covering it to keep it shut.
your lips purse, kissing his hand as he continues his motions in you. his other hand journeying around to your clit, creating small circles against it again, making your eyes roll back. your head dips forward, hanging down, getting lost in the building ecstasy that only steve harrington seems to give you.
"feel good huh?" he asks, watching himself disappear inside of you then coming back out only to disappear again, "you like having me buried so deep?"
you nod, doing your best to not speak. but as he sped up, as he slammed into from behind, as you heard his own words- you couldn't help yourself.
"fuck," you mumble against his hand, "stevie, feels good,"
he ticks his tongue. you could feel the faux disappointment he was trying to put on but you could also sense the smirk radiating from his mouth. his hand drop0s from your mouth to the bed and grabbing your underwear, bringing it to your mouth and shoving them past your lips.
you lightly giggle at the action.
"let see if that helps,"
he wastes no time pushing into you fast and hard. his skin slapping against yours and filling the room with obscene sounds. his own grunts filling your ears nicely with a slight whimper, but he covers it quickly. both of his hands help him pump into you, pressing his fingers into your skin, you accept the possible soreness you'll feel in the morning.
you feel the building heat reach its peak in your lower stomach, your teeth clamp onto the cloth in your mouth and moan into it. your eyes squeezing shut and your hand gripping the headboard so hard, you feel as though you could break it.
"come on, baby," he coos with a slight bite to his words, trying to last a bit longer, "fuck," he sighs, his head leaning back, "you always feel so good around me. always know how to squeeze and treat me well,"
he reaches forward, taking the cloth out of your mouth, "let me hear you,"
"please steve, please make me come," you all but beg. you move a hand from the headboard to lay on top of his hand, interlocking your fingers with his.
he pushes a few more times before bottoming out in you and keeping his movements on your clit. you vision goes almost black as your pleasure hits hard and fast. you push back into him, keeping yourself and him there in the moment.
as your walls clutch around him, his own release slams fast into him. he hunches over you, his chest on your back. his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you up and connecting his lips to your neck.
he pulls out of you, helping you move to lay back on the mattress. he lays next to you, both of you back in the position you were when this all started. his hand on your stomach then cupping your waist and pulling you closer to him.
"might start ignoring you more often," you laugh in an airy tone.
i have a steve harrington smut in my brain with the “no talking agreement” if yall are cool w me writing for steve (im gonna do it anyway lol also might throw eddie in)
✿・・───・・just a really big collection of lewis fanfics i really really enjoyed and love and overall just made my heart melt :3╰(*´︶`*)╯
_ _ + some thoughts and light commentary
fandoms included: marvel (thunderbolts*), top gun, outer range, the line
[✿] fluff [✦] angst [★] smut
divider creds to @mang0smoothie and @strangergraphics !!
bob reynolds:
[✦] [✿] [★] cowboy like me by @goldenlikedayl1ght | word count: 9.4k
summary: you get a text from an old friend and think.. you could do worse than a book club.. with some benefits.
thoughts: second chance romance will be the end of me !! i just love reading about people who grow out of a relationship to find themselves to inevitably fall back into that love with a better understanding of themselves. also just despite this fic being named after one of my favourite songs of all time it'll always be called book club to me :p
[✦] [✿] catalyst by @shadowbriar | word count: N/A
summary: For once, he actually let himself grow comfortable in the gentleness of another.
thoughts: two people finding a sense of peace in a very sterile environment has my heart in a clutch !!
[✿] [★] lights, camera, action ! by @avastarred | word count: N/A | complete!series
summary: When your best friend and her fiancée move out of the home you share, you're left looking for a roommate. You find one, a sweet, down to earth guy named Bob, but what do you do when you find out what he really does for work, and he asks for your help?
thoughts: so so many thoughts that i can't articulate well enough !! this fic is that kind friends to lovers thing where the pair is constantly dancing on the line between of friendship and something more, but in a way that they're caught up and in love with each other that they don't even notice it. yk that kind of like seamless old married couple transition period !! and that's honestly the best friends to lovers execution and i eat it up each time
[✿] wrong number, right person by @brainfriedkitten | word count: 4.7k
summary: A voice message sent to the wrong person sparks an unlikely friendship between two people who have never met. Can an online friendship turn into something more?
thoughts: the premise is so very crazy 90s romcom plot to me !! i love how when fanfiction has such very captivation unrealistic plot line that hooks through these series of events
[✿] nothing matters by @em1i2a3 | word count: 12.6k
summary: In preparation for Bucky’s wedding, Bob decides to attend dance lessons so he doesn’t have to embarrass himself during the reception.
thoughts: i love me a good fun classic cheesy meet cute :3 this just made me kind of explode i spent all morning reading it like golly it's just so awww
[✦] [✿] damsel in distress by @brookghaib-blog | word count: 9.5k
summary: In which the team is eager to meet Bob's ''imaginary'' girlfriend, and the chaos just seems to pile up as the time goes by.
thoughts: we need more emotional dramatic people representaion !! also has a lot of thunderbolts*/new avenger banter and shenigans that just makes me really really happy :3
[✦] [✿] scared to take a breath by @myladybelle | word count: 11.6k
summary: ava and yelena have no choice but to call your ex-boyfriend when you refuse to leave girls’ night out without him. but in your drunken haze you forget you’re broken up, and bob was never very good at telling you no.
thoughts: this fanfic makes me feel very soft like i can't deal with yearning and wanting something you know you can't have just yet and the self restraint—golly!!
[✿] between book pages and baked pie by @gyugraphy | word count: 7k
summary: He came in on Thursdays. Always looking for new books to read. Always smiled like he didn’t quite belong anywhere. Then, you asked him to pretend to be your boyfriend for one night. And he said yes. Then you found out he’s the Sentry—and suddenly, pretending doesn’t feel so simple anymore.
thoughts: no thoughts just seething in envy and resentment that this fic isn't the life i'm living right now.
[✦] [✿] polaroid by @54nboo| word count: N/A | wip!series
𓂅 polaroid pt. 2
summary: the team asks about the polaroid in bob’s wallet, so he tells them about the girl he never even dated.
thoughts: again, i will never stop saying it. i love it when life separates people to bring them together again !! eeeeekk !! i am also patiently waiting for part three :3
bob floyd:
[✦] [✿] [★] how can you look at me and pretend by @frankels | word count: 12.3k
summary: You’ve known Bob Floyd for nearly eight years since your first days at Naval Air Station Pensacola, and your friendship has always been flawless, effortless, and completely platonic… at least on the surface. Your lives are defined by high-stakes training, neverending missions, and the camaraderie of the team. Yet beneath the banter, shared glances, and seamless coordination in the air, there’s a tension between you and Bob that no one can miss—except the two of you.
thoughts: i love unecessary mutual pining but at the same time you just kinds wanna yell at their faces that they're in love :3 u loveable stoopid freaks
[✿] loopy medication by @withahappyrefrain | word count: N/A
summary: The pain medication given to Bob after a training accident has some interesting, albeit endearing, side effects.
thoughts: drunk anesthesia fics hold us together as a society
[✿] wanna buy you a drink by @anonymooseforever007 | word count: 3.8k
summary: It's been five months since Bob's seen his wife, and aside from Natasha he had yet to mention her to his team. He calls it privacy, she jokes it's internalised possessiveness. But tonight, with Penny's help at the Hard Deck, more than one person is in for a surprise. After all, who doesn't love a good innuendo?
thoughts: bob floyd secret wife fics are kind of the bane of my existence right now
[✦] [✿] [★] speak now by @scarletmika | word count: 16.2k
summary: Bob Floyd is madly in love with you, and you're in love with him. The problem? You're getting married...and it's not to Bob.
thoughts: oooo wait these two were messyyyy so much so that you root for them all the way but love who you love guys !! just make sure they're the on you're marrying you next time :3
𓂅 [✿] knight in shining glasses by @/scarletmika | word count: 11k
summary: All you wanted to do was enjoy your first night in San Diego at the bar recommended to you by your father, but a hot-shot new to the Top Gun program was intent on bringing you home with him, or at least couldn't take a hint. Lucky for you, there's a knight in shining glasses ready to save you.
thoughts: N/A (haven't read this one in a bit but all i know is loved it !! :p)
[✿] winner takes it all by @totallynotashieldagent | word count: N/A
summary: Reader is at the base to write an article, everyone's betting if Bob would get a kiss. The squad doesn't know they're already married.
thoughts: if it isn't the bob floyd fic that ignited my adoration for this fictional man bob secret wife fics took over me for a while because of this !!
[✦] [✿] [★] roostering it by @ghostgirlwrites | word count: N/A | complete!series
summary: After years of friendship, reader finally decides it’s now or never to confess her feelings to Bob—only to have him appear at the Hard Deck, hand-in-hand with someone else.
thoughts: i read the whole thing before going to sleep last night and it WRECKED ME only to build me together again ofc :3 but still. it captured the pain of wanting something that's so unreachable that it feels more farther the closer the you get to it, if that makes sense. i know this feeling too well especially this year... so erm—sooo safe to say falling for you bestfriend is truly not for the week.
Rhett Abott:
[✦] [✿] [★] dog days by @lewmagoo | word count: N/A
summary: "i tried so hard to quit you, like i promised my momma i would"
thoughts: i saw a fan made music video awhile ago of taylor swift's 'but daddy i love him' and that sparked a need within me of a rhett fanfic with a similar plot sooo imagine my excitement when i found this on the hashtag :3
[✿] [★] shoulda knocked by @verricherri | word count: N/A
summary: N/A
thoughts: absolutely hilarious !! and i learned a lesson to keep doors locked because if this ever happened to me i would be swallowed by the earth i think :p
𓂅 [✿] [✦] right here by @/verricherri | word count: N/A
summary: N/A
thoughts: waittt i reread this just a couple days ago (i find myself reading this every now and then) and this is just kind of wrecks me in such a beautiful way i think. for my own sake i'm not gonna trauma dump on fic rec rant but, this fanfic just reminds to be patient that there will be someone who's gonna be willing to be there for me through all of life's turbulances someday
𓂅 verricherri's masterlist by @/verricherri | i binged the entirety of the lewis fics i gotta reccoment all of em' :3
[✦] [✿] [★] that's my kind of night by @lewsangs | word count: 28k
summary: parent trap AU
thoughts: one of my most favourite ever niches that i've stumbled upon are parent trap aus sooo imagine my excitement finding this :3
[✿] ruin the friendship by @illiterateaffairs | word count: 7.3k
summary: inspired by ruin the friendship by taylor swift. you and rhett have been best friends since you were pre-teens neither of you realize how many times the others wanted more - until you take it.
thoughts: this is all i need ever in life i love this song so much
[✿] commission by @pileofboneswrites | word count: 3.4k
𓂅 commission pt. 2 | word count 8.1k
summary: you're the weird tillerson girl, your brother's joke that you make billy look normal by comparison, but you don't really care. you enjoy life off the ranch, living in town and contributing to the community. your art studio is your sanctuary, and the day that rhett abbott walks in asking to commission a painting for his parents anniversary, your world flips upside down.
thoughts: this was so so GOOD !!! someone find me a man who'd fix things for me :( i love their dynamic and kinda impatiently waiting for pt.3 :p
[✦] [✿] [★] no angels by @/em1i2a3 | word count: 18k
summary: You and Rhett have been friends for almost your entire lives and you’ve had a crush on him ever since you could remember. You’ve never made a move out of respect for the friendship, but when Maria–an old crush of Rhett’s–comes back into town, you can’t help but get a little jealous of how much he swoons for her.
thoughts: this is the first rhett fic i read and i think i remember distinctly squealing when i read the summary and erm... at some points while reading it because of how angsty and unrequited it got (art imitates life guys) and i just love a really really well done friends to lovers story that has excrutiating mutual pining !! alsooo i really love how it portrays the years worth of envy and bitterness. like i think i could go on and on about this fic i just love it so so much
Todd Stevens:
[✿] midnight on campus by @enderdaggers | word count: 7.2k | wip!series
summary: ghostface!au It's your junior year of college and you don't even mind that it's somewhere new. Fresh start. Far from every bad decision that ruined you before. You can really decide what kind of person you want to be for once, even if it means involving yourself with the annoying, frustratingly attractive president of the Kappu Nu Alpha fraternity, Todd Stevens.
thoughts: i don't usually read a lot of ghostface aus but i really enjoyed this one !!
[✿] paper cuts by @mustaaarrd | word count: 8k
summary: it starts with a jammed printer and a boy who doesn’t know how to fix it. todd stevens is loud where you’re quiet, charming where you’re cautious, and for some reason, he keeps showing up — in the library, in lecture, beside you when you least expect it. what begins as study sessions turns into something softer. hours spent joking, sharing snacks, talking about nothing and everything. it’s easy to ignore what’s happening until a rumor spreads, and the line between friendship and something more starts to blur.
thoughts: i dunno if this is odd in anyway but i love love loveee this !!! it reminds me so much of old marauders era fics i read HIHI but like it's one of those really sweet study buddy esque fics that are just so adorable
[✦] [✿] [★] i wanna be adored by @/em1i2a3 | word count: 12.8k | complete!series
summary: You’re not his girlfriend and he’s not your boyfriend. You’ve never even kissed in public let alone been seen together outside of the classroom setting. But somehow, every time Todd Stevens is alone with you, it’s like his self-control gets tested in ways he never imagined. You were supposed to be just a secret–until hiding it stops feeling like protection and starts feeling like a punishment.
thoughts: like i mentioned before on some of the other recs i really love LOVEEE a slowburn that has this seamless transition period in between of point a to something more meaningful. basically when their feelings take the wheel unbeknownst to them and they find themselves doing acting on things in a not so casual way anymore it just makes me so HADWHJAKNWHADB EEEEEKK
hihi! i know someone already asked for Todd and “i never stood a chance, did i?” already but i was wondering if you could do it but in like a fluffy smutty way? totally okay if no, it’s worth a shot asking
“i never stood a chance, did i?”
a/n: yall getting a good bit this week! soo first up: here’s this prompt with todd again but smutty and fluffy <3
word count: 1.1k
warnings: MDNI 18+ oral (f! receiving)
500 follower celebration (send me a prompt to write to! can be any of the ones listed or something yo come up with!)
lewis masterlist
you sneak into the frat sometime after midnight. todd has the door unlocked and set the slippers you always leave there waiting for you at the door. you slip out of your sneaks and into the slippers, picking up the shoes and stepping softly across the foyer, up the stairs and to his bedroom.
your knock is soft and the door creaks as you open it. todd lays on his bed, back against the headboard and laptop in his lap. he looks over, a smile spreading across his face as if it’s the first time he’s seen you in months. it’s been two days.
“there you are,” his voice never losing the thick, deep accent that suits him so well. he closes the laptop, setting it on his bedside table and patting the spot next to him on the mattress.
“sorry it’s so late. they wouldn’t let me out of there,” some extracurricular activity you needed so your resume looked good didn’t let out until about thirty minutes ago. you were the one who had to tear down all the decor and clean up, then you were finally free to go to todd.
thank god you had an overnight bag ready for these instances. you changed in your car before getting out of the car.
you set your stuff down at his desk, and crawl onto his bed. you cross your legs under you as you sit beside him. your fingers tapping at his knee.
“can never you get alone anymore,” he tells you, his hand reaching out and caressing your thigh.
“you can barely survive me,” you tease him, your smile now matching his.
he raises his brows, “oh yeah?” he all but leaps up towards you, making you fall back onto the plush mattress. his hand dance along your sides making you laugh, his lips start at your mouth but make their way to your jaw and neck. his kisses tease lightly at your skin as you squirm beneath him.
you manage to move your arms from beneath him and ready up to move your own hands along his sides. todd may be a tough frat prescient on the outside but as soon as your hand touched him- he was down.
you’re able to make him move back to his position against the headboard again, with you straddling his lap. his hands move lightly against your thighs and around to your ass then back to resting at your thighs. you watch his tongue wet his lips as he scans your body.
his t shirt hanging from your shoulders and those thin shorts he liked so much was making it very hard for him to focus.
“toddy,” you try to bring him back, two fingers under his chin to make him look at you, “you doin okay?”
his hands move up your thigh and disappear under your shorts, the thin material just big enough for his hands to fit under them. he searches for the waistband of your underwear or really any sign of underwear.
his brows raise again, “nothing huh?”
you shrug, pressing your hips down into his lap, feeling his growing erection against your core. he stifles a groan as his hands squeeze your thighs, he shifts under you.
he pulls a hand out, securing it on you back and moving so you’re laying on the bed. he sinks down your body, fingers hooking into your waistband and pulling down those shorts that made his mind foggy and his heart race. he pulls them off fully, throwing them to the side, landing somewhere on his floor.
he kisses your knee, leaving a trail of slightly wet kisses down your thigh then ending at your pelvic bone. his hands grip your hips, keeping you in place while you squirm slightly at the tickling kisses.
your heart already picking up at the mere thought of his mouth near you. you could feel his breath against the inside of your thigh. you could really feel when he blew against you, making your close your legs together only for him to open them and keep them open.
one of his hands reach up under the t shirt, over your belly and up to your chest. he stops short and lifts from his position.
there was no bra on you, nothing standing in the way of his hand, or any other part of him, and your chest. his hand covers your breast, squeezing it, and pinching your nipple between his fingers.
you moan and your back arches at the feeling oh his hand and breath. his other hand keeping your legs open.
“i never stood a chance, did i?” he asks lowly, another kiss to your thigh.
you shake your head, “not one,” the smile growing on your face again.
he stops wasting time. one long stride through you and his tongue moves all around. he laps at your core, already covered in your slick, he hums against you making your eyes roll back.
your hand going to his hair, gripping the strands and lightly pulling at the roots, “todd,” you exhale only to suck in another breath when his mouth moves to your clit.
the bumble of nerves already sensitive from teasing him earlier, you were no match for this mans tongue or mouth. his tongue skills around before sucking at your clit. he liked the way your thigh twitched and the gasp you always gave him when he did it.
he brought his hand back down and used his thumb against your clit as his mouth went back to your entrance. his tongue moving in and out of you with a speed and pressure that was just right. todd knew your by now, how much pressure to add, when to pull back and when you wee ready to let go for him. you coming up to that point.
he could feel it in the way your thighs began to tremble, and how your walls tried to clench around his tongue.
“toddy… i think i’m-“ you loose your breath before you can finish.
“it’s alright, i got ya,” he says and hums against you again making your legs slightly shake and close around his head.
he was fine with you keeping him there. he’d stay like that all day if he could.
your head tilts back, your grip in his hair tightens as he builds you and lets you crash down on him. his tongue and thumb not stopping their movements for a second, slightly overstimulating you but softly. his touch lingers and slowly pulls back as you come down.
he sits up and you open your eyes to watch him. you watch as he swipes his thumb across his chin, bringing his thumb to his mouth and sucking your arousal off of it.
“good as always,” he teases you, leaning over and down to kiss you.
“you think you’re done?”
“oh sweetness,” he licks his lips again, “i’ve just begun,”
