summary: Thunderstorms always make Steve's old wounds ache. And there's only one thing that helps.
tags: MDNI [smut] [established relationship] [handjob] [language] [coach!Steve] [caring] ['let me help'] [rainy day]
1.6k words
The moment Steve steps through the door, you know somethingâs wrong.Â
You watch him from your place on the couch, a sweet 'welcome home' dying on your lips. He toes off his shoes one by one, hands braced on the wall for support, and winces as he shrugs off his coachâs jacket and hangs it on the hook.Â
His movements are slow, spinning inky shadows in the lamplight. Itâs not quite night yet, but the sky is dark with black clouds, the summer air thick and humid.Â
The baseball cap comes off next, and when his eyes raise to yours, he grimaces and rakes a hand through his hair. Like itâs just occurred to him that other people exist in the world. That they can see him.Â
Your brows furrow in concern. "How was practice?"
âIt got rained out,â he says, voice tight.Â
Ah. The storm. Yeah, everything makes sense now.Â
You nod once in understanding and pat the couch. "C'mere.â
Steve moves towards you, messing with his hair on the way, but when he starts to sit beside you, you stop him with a hand on his arm.
Scooting backwards, you press yourself into the cushions and spread your legs to give him space to sit in front of you.
âWhaâright there?â he asks, blinking down at you, mussed hair haloed by the light of the TV.Â
"Yes, right here.â
He chuckles softly, shaking his head before turning around and collapsing into the makeshift seat you've provided.Â
"This what you wanted?" he grunts, letting all his weight fall back onto you and press you into the couch. âYou sure?âÂ
âMmhhm,â you breathe, wrapping your legs around his hips, and your arms around his broad shoulders. He's so warm. You bury your face into his shoulder, inhaling the scents of fresh grass and humid summer air. âWhere does it hurt today?âÂ
He sighs, absently watching the sitcom on the TV from under heavy lashes. âEverywhere.â
You rest your chin on his shoulder. The laugh track plays quietly through your house just as the first raindrop hits your window pane. Â
Every time a storm rolls in, Steve gets this way.Â
His old wounds have long since healed by now, but under intense shifts of barometric pressure, they come back to haunt him, driving a gnawing, clamping ache into his body that whisks away his concentration and make it hard for him to breathe.Â
When the weather changes, heâll say that bone in his nose aches, or that joint in his shoulder is killing him. But his side hurts the most. Those frayed nerve endings and hairline fractures in his ribs never got proper care thanks to his neglectful parents who never noticed their son was in pain.
Through the years, youâve found a way to help him. Fill his mind with pleasure instead, and make him forgetâeven just for a minute.Â
So, your hands start to roam. Traversing him in that way only lovers doâthose who know someone elseâs body better than their own. Curling over his forearm, brushing the hair there with your thumb. Caressing the rough knuckles on his hands. Trailing the bulge of his bicep, his capped shoulder, until finally skimming up the side of his head to plunge your fingers into this hair.Â
Steve sinks further into you with a groan, but his shoulders tense when he hears you take a stuttering breath.Â
His hands fly to hold yours still on his body. âShit, âm not crushing you, am I?"
You shake your head, lips trailing the vein in his neck. âRelax, Steve. Let me make you feel good.â
You hear him swallow hard, hesitating. Then, finally, his hands fall away from yours, giving them permission to drift down to his waistband. He helps you out, undoing the button on his khakis for you. You shift behind him and reach down further until your fingers brush his cock, already straining against his boxers.Â
Steve sighs, hips shifting as he chases your touch. âBaby, you know you donât have to if you donât wanââ
âI want to,â you say. âLet me fix it.â
His heavy palm comes down on your shin in his lap, warmth bleeding from his fingers. Itâs a grounding, touch, not meant to stop you. Something to keep him centered while pleasure and pain war inside, threatening to pull him apart.Â
You brush your fingers across his hard length, earning a soft groan of approval. Weighing the velvet steel in your hand, you wrap your fingers around him and squeeze at the base, just how he likes it.Â
He curses, his head falling back against your shoulder just as thunder rolls in the distance. His lashes flutter shut, throat bared in the TV light, and you swear youâve never seen anything more beautiful.Â
You stroke him slowly. Languidly. The pleasure glides through his veins like silk, stealing the bite from his wounds, relieving the teeth digging into his ribs, before pooling into a different kind of pressure low in his abdomen. One thatâs dull, and drugging, and promises relief.Â
âRelax,â you whisper again against his ear.
Steve obeys, his body going a little more pliant. His thighs fall further apart, pinning you into the soft cushion. But his weight on you isnât the only thing that steals the breath from your lungs. Itâs the way he finds sanctuary in you. You love him like this. Open, and trusting, and wanting. Needing you, even when heâs in pain. Especially when heâs in pain.Â
Your hand falls into the tempo he needs without him having to ask. Itâs still slow, but steadily grows harder, grabbing that thread of need from inside his hips and pulling it tight.Â
His back rises and falls with uneven breathes against your chest, but he stays still. He knows better than to buck up into your touch. If his hips lock up, your hand disappears. His shoulders tense, and your kisses stop.Â
He has to be relaxed, pliant, and totally at your mercy for this pain relief to work.
Outside, the sky darkens further, turning that mottly shade of blue. The one youâve seen bloom on his body time and time again over the years. The rain starts to fall steadily, tinking and plunking onto the glass pane.
Your knuckles rasp against his pants as you touch him, your forearm catching on his shirt with every stroke, and when your tongue darts out for a taste of his salty skin, and youâre rewarded with a moan that sends heat licking up your spine.Â
He must really be hurting today. By this point, heâs usually trying to catch you by the ankle and pull you underneath him, pushing your legs apart and dragging his tongue through your pussy before you're done with him.
You shift underneath him, the heavy, slick weight of your arousal pooling in your panties, but youâll deal with that later. Right now, you just want him pain free. Â
His cock jerks in your hand, precum smearing across your fingers as his hand squeezes your shin, the other grasping uselessly at the couch cushion beside him.Â
From this positionâhis head resting on your shoulderâyou can only see the slope of his nose against the storm clouds, but his eyes are screwed shut, his brows furrowed even as little huffs leave his parted lips.Â
You drop a sweet, reassuring kiss to one of the moles on his face.Â
Steveâs always struggled with accepting care. Itâs taken a long time to get him here.Â
Hooking your ankle around his knee, you pull your leg towards you and spread his thighs even wider so your other hand can crawl underneath his arm and disappear into his shirt.
He turns his head and trails his lips across your cheek, your jaw, until finally you turn and capture his mouth with yours. His tongue dips into your mouth as your hand travels over his ribs, his scars, with soothing, sure touches that have him groaning into the kiss.Â
But when his socks start to whisper against the carpeted floor as he tries to get leverage to shove his hips up into your touch, you break apart and pull your hand from his dick.
Youâve practiced edging Steve many times, so you donât even have to say anything for him to get the picture.Â
âJust feels so good,â Steve groans. âSorry, Iâyeah.âÂ
Rain pelts the window now, drowning out the distant laugh track on the TV, and Steve's heartbeat kicks up against your palm.
A hiss of pleasure escapes him when your touch resumes, but you tighten your grip, jerking him steadily until he swallows hard and relaxes again.Â
You press gentle, openmouthed kisses along the column of his neck, his curls brushing your ear as his sounds grow breathier and louder. And when his cock thickens in your hand, you know heâs close.Â
You bite your lip as his hips go stiff. Listening to him pant like this is really working you up. Finally, he groans, and jolts in your hold as hot ropes of come paint your knuckles.Â
You slow to a stop, still kissing his neck to bring him down, making sure he's utterly relaxed before slipping your hand free.Â
Steve tips his head back onto the couch and looks over at you, his eyes shining with love, but they darken swiftly as he watches your fingers disappear into your mouth, your pink tongue swirling around to catch every salty drop of him.
âYou gonna let me take care of you, now?â he rasps, eyes on your mouth.Â
You smile softly. âSteve, youâre hurtingââ
âNot anymore.âÂ
His arm wraps around your waist, and then he shifts you lengthwise across the couch, his body following you down.
âYou gave me my fix," he says, trailing a hand between your bodies, and your breath hitches as his long fingers disappear into your panties. âNow, let me give you yours.â
a/n: Woke up this morning to a thunderstorm and plans to write something completely different. But, when I put pen to paper, this is what happened instead. It's been a minute since I've written something completely new and not from my drafts, so I'm not complaining. (Itâs probably also due to the fact that I'm still thinking about Steve and reader from Truce)
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So I um I found an amazing video and now Iâm plagued by thoughts of sitting on Steveâs bed, him between your legs with his back to your chest, and giving him the sweetest loveliest softest handjob ever, scratching his tummy hairs and peppering kisses all over his neck
nonnie did i or did i not tell u i was coming back for this ask? and i came back with a hunger -- sort of sub!steve, 1.5k, everything the ask describes, as always MDNI this entire blog is 18+! enjoy <3
Steve doesnât think anyone has ever asked to take care of him before.
Heâs had plenty of partners in bed, sure. Heâs rife with enough experience that honestly he thinks it would take a really strange request to throw him off his game. But you hadâ when you asked, âCan I just take care of you tonight?âÂ
He hadnât even been entirely sure what you had meant, pulling back from the steamy make-out with you on his lapâ the usual late night rendezvous.Â
But still, he gave a slow and earnest nod, a soft âsure, honeyâ and let you rearrange the two of you til you were leaning back on the headboard and he was leaning back against you. Your thighs on either side of him, your arms looped around his middle. Like a little spoon. Steve secretly adores it.Â
âYâknow I canât exactly do much in this position,â Steve chuckles, pretending to have his reservations, even if heâs already eager to see what you mean by taking care of him. Your arms are around his waist, warm, your fingers tucking up his shirt to begin to work it upwards.
âMm,â you hum, hoisting it higher and Steve moves forward, letting it get tugged off and over his head. Cool air flushes down his chest. âDunno if youâre grasping the idea of letting me take care of you if youâre worrying bout that.âÂ
The shirt flutters to the ground, forgotten, as your hands explore to freshly exposed skin. Steve sighs sweetly as you trace softly across his tummy, nails dragging lightly as your near his thighs. His cock is already perking up. Itâs been interested since earlier, you in his lap and your tongue in his mouth, and it doesnât take many more lingering touches for it to reach proper attention.Â
âNo one ever taken care of you before, baby?â You ask, lips scraping his ear. Your breath is warm and your voice is lowâ but the kiss you give beneath his ear is hot and wet. You suckle at the skin, not even a nip of teeth. Desire pools low in Steveâs gut, a simmering heat.Â
One of your hands moves over his boxers and gives his bulge a gentle rub, making Steve rumble out a soft moan. Your other hand rubs soothing down his thigh.Â
Steve shakes his head to answer no to your question. His eyes fight to stay open, torn between wanting to watching your wandering hands or turning to kiss you but your persistent kisses on his neck give him little choice. He shifts his hips.Â
âNot- not like this,â Steve admits, breath a little short already. His tummy tenses when your hand drags back up over it, just a soft scratch of nails. His cock aches harder. He wishes you would touch it, wishes you would reach your hand in, all hot, soft and wet and tug it in that perfectly teasing way he knows you can.Â
âSweetheart,â he breathes, hips shifting upward again. You smile at his impatience.Â
âCan we take these off?â You ask, pinching the ruffled elastic of his boxers. Steve nods fervently, hips shifting up to let you slide them down so he can kick them off. His chest feels warm, flushed beneath the hair and another groan tumbles out when you finally curl your fingers around his cock. âFuck,â he pants as you pump tantalizing slow. âFuck, feels so good, honey,âÂ
A hunger for the feeling grows in his stomach, gnawing for more bliss. Steve lets his head tips back, resting against your shoulder and you take advantage of it in an instant; kisses upon kisses up his neck. Itâs messy, lips wet with spit as you scrape your teeth down, right as your rub over the slit of his cockâ Steve twitches, a jagged whine pushing past his lips. He pants a little heavier.Â
Pausing for a moment, you pull your hand back to your mouth and let yourself drool over itâ sticky saliva covering your fingers. This time, when you grip his cock, Steve gasps loudly. Slick, hot, sounds reverberate in the room as you jerk him, hand twisting perfectly. Still slow, still gentle.Â
Your mouth find his earlobe, teeth nibbling a little mean, your hand not stoppingâ and Steve moans a little louder, like he canât help it. His cock gives a little dribble of precum, tummy all tensed up again.Â
âSee? Sânice to be taken care of,â You murmur softly. You thumb his slit again, delighting in the spurt his cock gives, then dive down to cup his balls. Your other hand strokes along his thigh lovingly, nails drawing lines as you rake them back up to his v-line.Â
Steve shivers, shuddering sweet whines escaping him. Heâs so unbearably hard for you- especially as you rub his balls so perfectly, your hand dragging back up his cock and then back down, a mind-melting cycle. Itâs so much, itâs not even close to enough, itâs, itâsâÂ
âOh god,â Steve whimpers loudly. His eyes have finally crushed closed, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly beside you. His gut is burning with heat, pleasure filling every limb. It feels good. He wants to writhe against you, wants to fuck your fist, wants you to keep teasing him just like youâre doing.Â
âOh god, oh fuck- f-fuck,â His words are getting more pathetic by the minute, barely fully formed, drenched in a whimpering tone. âPlease, donât⊠donât tease, no- ah,âÂ
Itâs not even teasing, you just arenât rubbing him hot and fast like usual. Your movements are slow, doused in adoration â your core feels sticky, burning hot from watching Steve get all worked up in your arms.Â
âMânot teasing you,â you say, fondling his balls and rubbing your palm against them in a circular motion, building his lust. Steveâs tense body and punched out breathes contradict your words. Heâs so whiny. Itâs a pity no oneâs ever taken care of him before â though your stomach pinches hotly to know only you get to see him this way.Â
âJust taking care of you,â you sigh, grip tightening as you pull it back up his cock, giving the smallest jerk. Steve warbles out a throaty whimper, egged on by your roaming touch along his thighs. He feels molten hot, tummy already all clenched up, his cock just leaking all over your hand. Pleasure buzzes wildly in his body, back starting to arch up.Â
âHone- aw, fuckfuckfuck, yes, just there, please, honey,â he pleads, voice starting to sound wrecked and feeble. God, he sounds pathetic; he only sounds like this when he's been fucking you for a good while. But a few minutes of the right touch? Reduces to a whiny mess in your hands.Â
âSo pretty,â you whisper and Steve canât tell if you mean him or his dribbling cock, all pink and twitching in your hand. He canât even feel the fabric gripped between his own fingersâ canât feel anything except your palm right around the head of his cock, teasing it lightly. Itâs torture, itâs perfect, itâs not enough, itâsâÂ
âPlease!â The word bursts out of Steve, desperate, swallowed immediately by a moan. He fights to get his next words out as your hand returns to his heavy balls, caressing them soft and slow again. Itâs not fucking enough. His pleas fall out all whimpery, âTakeâ take care of me, please, wanna cum, I wanna- I wannaââÂ
Itâs the magic words. You grip his cock properly, your whole hand curling around him for the first time that night and you set a fast pace- lewd, squelching sounds echo in the bedroom. Steve keens forward, a soft cry coming from him as his pleasure turns into a blaze in his stomach. âOh my god, oh god- yes, fuckââÂ
Your free hand moves to his tummy, scratching down to thatch of hair at the base of his cock and Steve canât help it, he cums, hard. He turns his head, hides it in your neck and releases a whimpery sort of wail. His chest heaves as his pretty cock spurts out his hot pearly cum â coating your hand enough to ride him through it, your hand never stopping.Â
âThatâs it, so good,â You coo at him. Your sweet words carry him through it, your pace slowing as his body starts to twitch back against yours. His cock gives a few final dribbles of cum and you rub your thumb over his slit, spreading it. Steve whimpers loudly. âMm, there we go.âÂ
It feels like it takes forever for him to settle back down. Steve feels wrung out, feels spent, feels like he had his brain melted out his ears â like he could just nap against you now and be happy forever. Your soft kiss against his cheek has him opening his eyes, pulling back enough to look at your face.Â
âGood?â You ask, though he knows you can tell just how fucking good it was. âGood to be taken care of?âÂ
Steve nods with a loving hum, a hefty exhale rushing out his lungs and he lets his face huddle back into your neck, eyes slipping shut. Heâll move in a minute- maybe when he can feel his thighs again.Â
Tags: MDNI, SMUT, oral (m receiving), cum eating, spitting, little dry humping, slightly sub!steve
Notes: discovered a new kink and Iâm about to make it everyoneâs problem!!!!! I will say I feel like Iâm so bad at writing blow jobs but I just could not get this out my head. ALSO love the idea of Steve being timidly freaky and asking you to do things all shy like aaah
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You and Steve were tangled together over his bedsheets, hands grabbing at each other's flesh through your clothes, tongues licking into your mouths in the most embarrassingly messy way. But you didnât care. Not when it felt this good to have your bodies pressed together.
One of Steveâs jean covered thighs slotted in between your legs, you breathed deep into his mouth as you ground your needy cunt onto him, only the cotton of your panties between you and his denim. Steve was also rubbing his hardening cock over the bare skin of your thigh, eating every noise you made like he was hungry for it.
âMmm baby,â he hummed against your lips. âI want you to do something for me.â
âAnything for you, Stevie,â you replied, your words coated in a whine as you circled your hips against him harder.
âWant you to suck me off.â Steve matched the rhythm of his hips with yours.
You chuckled, âis that it?â
Did he really need to ask? As if you hadnât done it a hundred times over.
âNo,â he laughed but there was something in it that sounded a little shy, âthereâs more.â
You used your grip on his hair to pull his face back from yours. You wanted to look him in the eye.
âTell me what you want.â
Steve let out a shaky breath as your eyes bore into his. He had that puppy dog look in his eyes. Not like he was trying to get whatever he wanted, more like he was a little sheepish about whatever it was.
âI was thinking,â he started speaking cautiously, âafter I⊠finish, you couldââ he paused to swallow the build up of saliva in his mouth, ââfeed it to me.â
You looked at him slightly confused, the feeling of him agaisnt you making your brain a little slow at processing. âWhat do you mean?â
Steve was really hoping youâd get the jist of it, he felt a little embarrassed having to explain it in detail.
He took in a long breath, organising the words in his head before he spoke. âAfter I cum in your mouth,â he said slowly, âdonât swallow it all, and thenâŠâ Steve tried to mime a feeding motion into his mouth rather than saying the words.
âYou want me to spit your cum in your mouth,â you said matter of factly.
âWell when you say it like that it sounds weird.â He scrunched up his face like he was disgusted, even though what you said made his cock twitch in his jeans.
âHey, no it doesnât, itâs not weird,â you reassured him. âI think itâs actually kinda hot.â
âYâyou do?â
âYeah.â You realised that through your conversation, both of you had halted your movements â you started grinding against Steve again. âBut I wanna know why.â
âWhy what?â Steve questioned, his hands on your hips, encouraging them.
âWhy you want me to do it.â
âDoes there have to be reason?â
âWell, isnât there? There must be something that gave you the idea.â
âHmâŠâ He thought about it for a moment. âI guess Iâm just⊠curious.â
You nodded your head at him in acknowledgment but also to get him to keep going.
âI can taste it a little when you kiss me after and you know how much I love the taste of you.â He stroked over your bottom lip with his thumb. âSo, I wanna try me.â
âYouâve never tried to do it yourself?â
âOh honey, I cannot bend like that.â
You gave him a playful hit on the chest. âNo,â you laughed. âNot like that! I mean when you jerk off and it gets on your hand⊠youâve neverâŠâ Your voice tailed off as it got lower, the image in your head of what you were describing made your hips chase some extra friction.
Steve frowned, tilting his head to the side as if you had just suggested something he had never before even considered. âNo⊠Haâhave you?â
You nodded, biting your lip to hold back the deep whimpers building up from your core.
âWell, remind me to get you to show me that another time,â Steve smirked.
You rolled your eyes at him but there was a glint in them that told him you would do it.
âAnyways,â Steve continued. âI also think it would be super hot for you to spit in my mouth, you know, cum or no cum,â he said, his tone much more casual than before â he was relaxing into it.
You chuckled lightly at Steve. You loved when he opened up to you about his desires. When you first met Steve he was pretty vanilla, and boy did he make that your favourite flavour. But you two gradually discovered new and interesting ways to get each other off, to make love to each other, to fuck each other. It was excitingly intimate revealing those parts of you to one another.
No more than ten minutes later, you had Steve flat on his back on the bed. You had stripped him from the waist down. His shirt bunched up all the way to his arm pits from where you had explored the peaks and troughs of his chest with your delicate yet needy hands.
Your mouth moved hungrily up and down his cock. One hand griped his hip, holding it down. The other reached up his gorgeously hairy chest, massaging at his pecks. Steveâs hand held yours firm agaisnt his chest, his other hand tangled in a mess in your hair as he helped to fuck his desperate length into your warm mouth.
âAahâoh shitâhmm, babyâŠâ
You could already taste him, you did from the moment you first licked at his tip, precum beading at the top. The thought of giving the taste to Steve, showing him that deep part of himself, made you so wet. You could feel your needy clit throbbing between your legs as you sucked his cock into your mouth. You moaned around him as you took each inch of him, vibrating down his shaft.
âYour mouthâs so good baby, youâre doing so good, so fucking good fâme.â
Steve twitched in your mouth as he forced your head back and forth a little harder.
âCanât last much longer, gonna cum in your pretty mouth, yeah, you gotta keep it all in there for me.â
You hummed around him in agreement.
âHmm, just a little moreâughâŠuughâfuckâoh shit, Iâm cumming.â
Even with his warning, the shock of him spurting out into your throat made you swallow a bit of him as a reflex.
Steve moved your head back so the tip of his cock was just past your lips.
âKeep it for me, please, need to taste it.â
You took as much as you could before it filled your cheeks to the brim. You pulled your head back out of Steveâs grasp.
You slowly climbed up his body. His eyes locked on yours and he looked almost scared. You gave him a raised brow as a subtle ask if this was still okay. He nodded, a small whimper escaping him as he did.
You closed the final distance, kneeling with your legs either side of his hips, closing him in. You leant over him and held his chin. He looked up at you as if you were the only thing heâd ever seen. He slowly parted his lips until his jaw hung open, waiting, wanting. His eyes flicked between your wide pupils and where you held his release inside you, a drip spilling out from the corner of your mouth like you couldnât contain him.
Steve squirmed beneath you, you were teasing him and he knew it, denying him the thing he felt so embarrassed asking for. As if to try and break you, he extended his tongue out. Another whimper left him as he did, his eyes holding yours a little longer, pleading with you to just do it. He felt his cock twitch with anticipation.
You softly stroked his jaw as you held his gaze and opened your mouth to let the liquid drip out of you and into Steveâs mouth.
At the first touch on his tongue, Steveâs eye went wide, and then rolled back as he groaned. After everything had transferred to him, you spat any residual fluids forcefully into his mouth.
You watched has he closed his mouth. His Adamâs apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed that delicious liquid. It was no doubt diluted by your own saliva, the beautiful mix of the two of you dancing on his tongue.
You lowered your hips down. Your still clothed core pressed against his still very hard cock and you rocked back and forth over it, finally getting some friction of your own. You continued watching Steve as you moved. He parted his lips again and ran his tounge over them like he was savouring every last drop.
âDid you like it?â You said, your voice low, coated in arousal â and him.
âHmm,â Steve replied with a hum, nodding his head slowly.
The pathetic look on his face faded as a smirk grew on his glistening lips.
Suddenly Steve flipped you so you were now under him, his hips pressing hard into you as he helped you chase the feeling of him.
âNow I gotta see who tastes better.â
You scoffed at him, but it turned into a whine as he rolled his hips and his head nudged at your clit through your underwear.
âYou really think you taste better than me?â
âIâll need to get a good taste so I can compare.â
âYou mean you donât remember how I taste?â you said with exaggerated shock.
âIt never hurts to be remindedâŠâ
AN: Thank you for over 200 followers!!! Love you guys <3 I wanna write more of Steve asking you to do freaky stuff but like in a sweet way!!! Any ideas???
the most trivial thing that annoys Djolings question just made me curious about what would be the most trivial thing that makes djolings horny
Good question I like it I like it
Steve: My god this man is so horny for you. Literally anything will get him going. But some favorites are when you get your nails done, especially if you get his favorite color, when you wear his boxers and one of his old t-shirts, when you have to get on your tippy toes to try and reach something, when you drive his car (if he lets you) or when you pout your bottom lip when looking at him
Gator: This horny fuck⊠my god. High heels, red lipstick, if you run your tongue over your teeth, popsicles, eyeliner and black eyeshadow, if you put your hair up in a messy bun, seeing you curled up in his sheets all comfy and sleepy, when you try on his uniform
Travis: Honestly hes a lot like Steve, he just adores you so much that anything you do can turn him on. Honorable mentions are when you cook for him, when you bend over to pick something up, low cut tops, when you play with his hair, when you call him Tea or Twinkie
Kurt: When you actually seem interested in what heâs talking about, when you play video games with him and win, any sort of praise aimed towards him, when you kiss all over his face or whenever you trace one finger along his shoulder or jaw.
Keys: Loves when you wear the color white or the color blue, when you wipe off your makeup at the end of a long day and do your skincare and your face is ever so slightly still a bit damp and glowy from your skincare, when you rub your feet against his calves under a table or whenever youâre sitting together on the couch
what would the djolings order for food when theyâre too lazy to cook?
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Steve: Pizza or pasta, any kind of Italian food probably, specifically pepperoni pizza and a cold Diet Coke. Thatâs his go to meal 99% of the time because he hates cooking
Gator: also likes pizza but I could see him being a Chinese takeout kinda guy. Lo mein, orange chicken, fried rice etc.
Kurt: McDonaldâs probably, gives me those vibes. Or like chicken wings from somewhere but heâll really eat anything heâs not super picky.
Travis: Mexican, LOVESSSS Mexican so much. Will eat Taco Bell but prefers real authentic Mexican from any kind of little restaurant that he can find. Loves smothered burritos, Birria tacos, queso, and of course the endless chips and salsa
Keys: Greek food, gyros, falafel, baklava when he has a sweet tooth. Loves a good Greek salad when he wants something light for dinner
New Anon here - hi! I love your fics so much! Just wanted to share my recent obsessive thoughts with someone đ€
Iâve been obsessively thinking about Gator lately. Especially Gator going to a bachelor party in Vegas (maybe for one of the other department deputies) and getting very drunk - then waking up the next morning alone in his hotel bed, with a wedding ring on his finger and a marriage certificate on the table.
And all he has is her name and a vague memory of a girl at the tables who he insisted was his lucky charm.
I think drunk Vegas wedding would be such a Gator thing to do - and Roy would absolutely murder him when he finds out.
Bro someone needs to make this a series asap because Iâd read tf out of it
steve who never got head!!! steve who is really confused with why youâre getting on your knees! steve who is blushing and embarrassed when you paw at his waistband!!! steve who stutters while telling you no oneâs ever ⊠done that ⊠before!!!
shallowly breathing when you press little kisses to his shaft⊠groaning when your tongue swipes along a vein⊠throwing his head back and clenching his fists when you take the tip of him into your mouth⊠legs shaking⊠babbling nonsense and praise⊠gently twisting his hand through your hair because if he doesnât hold onto something heâll fall overâŠ
and when heâs close, heâll tell you - âhoney, oh god, iâm gonna â iâm gonna ââ and tries to push your head away from him so he doesnât cum down your throat. but you double down!! swatting his hand away and letting his pleasure take over, gently fucking his hips into your mouth and grabbing your hair while his vision turns white. and heâs so apologetic after, but you kiss his tummy and tell him youâll suck his cock whenever and however he wants. that youâll have to practice taking him into your throat. and he gets hard again instantly
Very tired of working 60+ hour work weeks bro I just wanna writeeeeee đ literally have only been home to eat sleep and shower and thatâs it⊠for like two whole months now
The road was empty. Just a long stretch of dark highway cutting through fields and sleeping farmhouses. Your headlights carved a narrow tunnel through the night, the only thing moving for miles.Â
Then, red and blue lights bloomed in your review mirror.Â
You glanced down at the speedometer, you were exactly at the limit, not even exceeding it. Your eyes lifted back to the mirror, and you sighed through your nose.
You didnât pull over right away. Instead, you let the car roll a little longer, slowing down just enough to make it obvious you noticed. The patrol truck followed patiently, lights washing the road behind you in violent flashes of color.
Gravel crunched when you finally guided the car onto the shoulder, and the trunk pulled in behind you a second later. The red and blue lights kept spinning, bleeding through your rear window and filling the car with restless color. You drummed your fingers against the steering wheel, staring straight ahead while you waited.Â
The door behind you slammed and a knock hit your window a minute later. You turned your head, lowering the window only halfway whenâ
Of course.Â
You rolled your eyes before the window had even finished sliding down. Â
âEveninâ, Tillman.â
Your father had always said Roy Tillman was trouble. A man who wore the badge like it belonged to him more than the law did. But Roy, at least, knew how to pretend. Your dad could tolerate him in that stiff, tight way men in small departments sometimes had to.
Gator, though ? Gator was something else entirely.
Royâs son carried all the worst parts of his father, sharpened and stripped of whatever restraint the older man still possessed. Reckless. Unpredictable. Mean in that casual way that made it hard to tell when he was joking and when he was about to do something stupid or cruel just to see what happened.
Your dad hated that.
Hated the way Gator moved through town like he owned it. Hated the badge he wore like it was a toy someone shouldnât have given him. And he hatedâmost of allâthe way Gator seemed to take personal joy in pushing every single one of his buttons.
Especially when it came to you.
Gator leaned down slightly, one hand resting on the top of your car door like he had every right to be there. His broad silhouette cut through the flashing lights behind him, but not enough to hide the crooked, entertained look on his face.
That bastard was already enjoying this.
âWell,â he said slowly, dragging the words out like he was savoring them. âAinât this a surprise.â
You leaned back in your seat, unimpressed. âDidnât realize going fifty-five was a crime now.â
His eyes flicked down the empty highway, then back at you again, a small smirk tugging at his mouth. âDepends whoâs driving.â
You scoffed, âRight.â
He didnât move away from the window. If anything, he leaned a little more, forearm settling against the door like he got all the time in the world. âLicense and registration.âÂ
âYou know who I am.â
âYeah,â he said, tilting his head slightly. âThatâs kinda the problem.â
You stared at him for a long second, before leaning over and popping open the glove compartment with a little more force than necessary.Â
Papers shifted and crinkled while you dug through them, making a show of the inconvenience. Your license slid out of your wallet, the registration from the mess of folded insurance slips, and you held them through the half-open window.Â
 Gator didnât take them immediately. He just looked at you.
âYou were real mouthy earlier today.âÂ
Your jaw tightened, âMaybe you deserved it.â
He quiet chuckle slipped out of him before he finally reached and took the papers. âOh, I definitely did.â He said easily. âBut that ainât the point.â
He flipped your license between his fingers like it was a poker chip, barely glancing down at it before his eyes lifted back to yours.
âYouâre always this bitchy,â he asked, âor is it just when your daddy ainât around ?â
You felt the irritation spike instantly. âMy dadâs got better things to do than babysit me.â
Gator grin widened just a little. âFunny. Coulda sworn he was doing plenty of that earlier.â
Your grip tightened on the steering wheel as the image flashed back before you could stop it.
Your dad stood stiff in front of the desk, jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle jumping near his ear. Roy talked in that slow, patronizing voice of his that made every word sound like an insult. And Gator had been leaning against the wall behind him, watching the whole thing like it was the best show heâd seen all week with that stupid smirk of his.
âEnjoying the show ?â Youâd said.
You dad had muttered your name under his breath, warning, but you ignored it completely.
Gator pushed off the wall slowly, head tilting as his eyes settled on you like heâd just noticed you for the first time. âOh,â heâd said, smiling like it was Christmas morning. âShe talks.â
You rolled your eyes. âMust be nice,â you shot back, âgetting handed a badge instead of earning one.â
The grin on his face had sharpened instantly, âCareful. You keep running that mouthââ
âOr what ?â
For a second, it had looked like he might actually do something for once, but then, heâd just laughed. And the look he gave you before you turned to leave, that assessing look, had stuck with you all day.Â
Back on the side of the road, Gator tapped your license lightly against the window frame.Â
âThink Iâm starting to understand something.â He said.
âOh yeah ?â
âYeah.â His eyes dragged over your face slowly, taking his sweet time. âYou like poking the bear.â
You leaned toward the window slightly. âMaybe the bear should mind his own business.â
Gator pushed away from the door, âStay right there.â
He turned and disappeared toward his truck. You watched him through the rearview mirror, irritation simmering under your skin while he climbed in and shut the door. The flashing lights kept spinning across the empty road, red and blue washing over everything. He didnât immediately start writing a ticket like a normal person would.Â
âUnbelievable.â You muttered under your breath.Â
After a moment the truck door opened again and his boots crunched over gravel as he came back.
âLet me guess,â you said flatly as he reached the window. âYou gonna give me a lecture now ?â
He trapped your license lightly against the edge of the window. âNope.â
You glanced up toward him and something about the look on his face made your stomach tightened.
âStep out of the car.â
You blinked, âExcuse me ?â
âOut of the car.â
You stared at him like he totally lost his mind. âFor what ?â
âFailure to cooperate.âÂ
A short laugh escaped you, âAre you serious right now ?â
His expression didnât change. âOut.â
For a second you considered refusing just to see what he would do, but you already knew the answer to that. So, with an exaggerated sigh, you shoved the door open and stepped out onto the gravel. Gator had already started circling the front of your car, completely unhurried. Â
You crossed your arms, cold air hitting your face. âThis is ridiculous.â
âMhm.â He jerked his head toward his truck. âGet your ass in the car.â
Your eyebrows shot up. âYou want me in your truck ?â
âSure do.â
âAnd why exactly would I do that ?â
His head tilted slightly, that same lazy smile tugging at his mouth. âWell, option A is I put you in the back of mine. And Iâm sure you donât want to know the second one.â
You glared at him. âThatâs not funny.â
âI ainât joking.â
For a moment the two of you just stood there, staring at each other down in the flashing lights. The wind pushed through the empty road, and finally you scoffed and brushed past him toward the truck.
âFuck you.â
Behind you Gator chuckled and couldnât help but stare at your ass. âBeen told that already.â
You grabbed the passenger door and yanked it open, climbing up into the seat. The radio crackled quietly with static from the dashboard and a second later the driverâs side door opened. Gator climbed in beside you, broad shoulders filling the space as he slammed the door shut with a heavy thud. The flashing lights suddenly felt farther away.
He reached up and flicked a switch, dimming the overhead light until the cab dropped into a low, shadowy glow lit mostly by the dashboard and the occasional wash of red and blue through the windows. Then he looked at you.Â
âYou know,â he said slowly, âmost people get a little nervous when I pull âem over.â
You leaned back against the seat like you were settling in for a long ride. âMost people probably think youâre scary.â
His eyes slid toward your body, âAnd you donât ?â
You shrugged, âShould I ?â
The corner of his mouth twitched, but his eyes narrowed slightly, studying you like he was trying to figure something out. âYou got a real attitude problem.â
You smirked, âFunny. My dad says the same thing about you.â
That earned a quiet huff of laughter. âYeah,â he said quietly. âYour daddy and I got a lot of disagreements.â
You leaned a little closer across the console, sarcasm dripping thick. âNo way. Really ?â
Gator let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly. âYou really donât know when to stop, do you ?â
You met his eyes without backing down. âNope.â
For a moment he just watched you. And for some reason, instead of annoying him, it seemed to make him more interested.
âWell ?â You said after a beat. âYou gonna start driving or are we just sitting here all night ?â
He glanced at you once more, then, without answering he started the engine. The truck rolled forward off the shoulder, gravel crunching under the tires. But instead of turning back toward town, he swung the wheel the other way. Down  a narrow dirt that cuts between dark fields.Â
You straightened slightly in your seat. âThatâs not the way to the station.â
âI know.â
The headlights swept across tall grass and a leaning fence line as the truck bounced lightly over the uneven road. The farther he drove, the rougher it gotâruts in the dirt, patches of loose gravel. Nothing but fields no either side. No houses. No lights.
âTillman.â
He didnât answer and the irritation in your chest started twisting into something else.
âYou canât just take people wherever you want,â you said, sharper now. âThatâs not how this works.â
He finally glanced over. âSure it is.â
A few seconds passed before he slowed the truck and pulled into a wide patch of open dirt near an old abandoned shed, its roof half-collapsed and leaning to one side like it had been forgotten for years. The truck rolled to a stop as Gator reached over and flipped another switch. Outside, the flashing lights died instantly, darkness settled over the fields. Then you heard a quiet click.
Your eyes snapped back to him, âDid you justââ
âRelax.â
âUnlock the door.â
He leaned back in the seat like he was completely comfortable, one arm stretching along the backrest behind you like he owned the whole damn truck. You rolled your eyes hard enough it almost hurt.Â
âGod, youâre such an asshole.â You stared at the passenger window, your jaw set.
âTakes one to know one.â He muttered, grabbing you suddenly by the waist and pulling you onto his lap.
You gasped, your leg swinging over the center console, your knee digging into the worn upholstery beside his thigh, and then the other, until you were straddling him in the driverâs seat.Â
âYouâre a real dick sometimes.â You whispered just before your lips met in a hungry kiss, tongues dueling for dominance.
You moaned, your pussy already aching with need as you reached down, hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer against the steering wheel. He groaned into your mouth, his own hands coming up to grip your thighs, his fingers digging into the denim of your jeans.Â
You broke the kiss, painting. âYou think you can just pull me over and fuck me ?â
âIâm the one with the cuffs.â He shot back, hands moving to your ass, squeezing it tightly.
You let his hands wander under your shirt then, pushing the fabric up. You arched your back as he yanked your shirt and bra up in one rough motion. He took your nipple between his lips, suckling hard, and a sharp, punched-out gasp escaped you. Your fingers tangled in his hair to hold him there, cause fuck, he knew how to use his mouth.
âGood boy.â You managed, your voice shaky despite your attempt at control. âYou do what I let you do.â
He switched to your other breast, his tongue circling the taut peak before drawing it deep, looking up at you through his eyelashes. His hands went to the button of your jeans and shoved the denim down over the curve of your ass, just enough. His fingers slipped inside your panties and found your already soaked pussy.Â
A low, ragged moan tore from you as he slid two fingers inside. âFuck, Gator.â
âThatâs the idea.â He growled against your skin.Â
He curled his fingers, finding that spot that made your whole body jolt. You rocked against his hand, your hips moving in a frantic rhythm. This was the part you hated to loveâthe way he could reduce you to a writhing pleading mess with just his hands.
You pushed his hands away, reaching between you two. Your hands fumbled with his belt, yanking it open and shoving his zipper down. Gatorâs breath hitched, but he let you push his jeans and boxers down just far enough to free his erection.Â
You stroke his thick cock firmly from the base to tip as it throbbed in your palm, pre-cum slicking your fingers as you pumped him. Then, you shifted your panties aside, positioning his cock at your entrance, your hand guiding him. âYou like that, huh ?â You taunted, your breath hot against his ear.
You didnât make him beg for once, and sank down onto him in one slow, excruciatingly motion. The stretch felt like a burning fullness that stole the air from your lungs. âFuck, youâre so big.â
You bottomed out, grinding your clit against the coarse fabric of his jeans with every descent, setting a punishing rhythm as you rode him. Your hands brace on his shoulders to control the pace as a guttural sound ripped from Gatorâs chest, his head falling back against the headrest, while his hands clamped onto your hips like vices.
âShit, yeah ride that dick like you own it.â He thrust up, meeting you halfway but you pinned his hips down with your weight.
You watched his face, shadowed in the dark, contort with pleasure and a smug satisfaction bloomed inside you. You rolled your hips in circles that made his cock drag against your insides.
âYouâre soaking my balls already.â He rasped, one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple hard. âThis pussy loves getting filled.â
You moaned despite yourself, slapping his chest, but kept bouncing. âShut up. I do this âcause youâre easy.â You groaned and let your head fall back, âAlways hard and ready like a fucking slut.â
Gator had never been one to follow anyoneâs lead for long, and even less yours. His patience snapped and his grip on your hips tightened, knuckles turning white. He growled, his body moving even faster. Then, in one powerful motion, he surged up, forcing your back against the steering wheel. The horn gave a short bleat that was lost in the night.
He held you there, pinned, and began to thrust up into you, hard and deep. Each driving upward stroke hit a spot so deep inside you it felt like he was touching your soul. Then, he snarled, bucking up hard enough to lift you off the seat.Â
In one swift move, he flipped the both of you and shoved you back into the back seat, your legs splayed wide as he loomed over you. He ripped off your panties, cock slipping out just long enough to reposition. âMy turn to fuck you proper.â
You laughed breathlessly, defiant even as he hooked your legs over his arms. âTook you long enough, coward.âÂ
But your words cut off in a gasp as he slammed back inside your pussy, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.Â
âGoddamn, you're tight when you're mad.â He grunted, pounding into you, each stroke hitting your cervix with a jolt that blurred pain and pleasure.
âHarder, asshole. Is that all you got ?â You taunted, nails raking down his arms, drawing red lines. Your pussy clenched around him, slick sounds filling the cab as he fucked you faster, the seatbelt digging into your back.Â
âYou talk like you hate it, but you're creaming all over me.â Gator shot back, leaning down to bite your neck, sucking a mark into the skin. âTell me you don't want this dick owning your cunt.â
âFuck you.â You panted, but your hips bucked up to meet his, chasing the friction. âHate how you make me comeâfuck, right there !âÂ
He adjusted, grinding against your clit with every plunge, his balls slapping your ass. âYeah ? Then why're you squeezing me like a good little slut ?â He reached between them, thumb circling your clit roughly, making you arch.
You couldnât even form words to answer him, your moans swallowed by his shoulders. Your nails scored down his back, feeling the muscles bunch and release with every thrust. The worlds narrowed to the slap of his skin against yours and your ragged breaths fogging the windows.
âFuck, Fuck, Fuck !â Your words became a chant as he drove into you harder, a mantra that broke apart as the first shockwave of your orgasm hit.Â
Your banter dissolved into curses and demandsâ"Deeper, you prick.â, âTake it, bitch. Milk my cock.ââas the pace turned frantic. Your orgasm hit first, crashing over you with a scream, your walls fluttering and gushing around him.Â
âFuck, Gator !â You grunted, your breath hot on his neck.
It tore through you, blinding and absolute, clenching around him in rhythmic pulses. But he didnât stop, thrusting through your spasms until his own release barreled down. And with a final brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and groaned, a long sound of pure release as he spilled inside you.Â
For a long minute, there was only the sound of your labored breathing and he stayed inside you while his cock softened. Then, slowly, he pulled back.
âAsshole.â You muttered, wiping the little mess he made on your skin.
He chuckled darkly, âYou love it.â
Gator reached over, fumbling for a pack of cigarettes on the dash. The lighter flared, illuminating his sharp features for a second before he took a drag and exhaled a plume of smoke toward you.
âYou donât have that stupid vape of yours ?â You asked, your voice hoarse.
âFuck you.â He answered, passing you the cigarette.Â
You laughed, your hand trembling as you took it. âWeâre gonna run out of nowhere places to do this.âÂ
