I think it'd be so funny if reader and Arthur were out in public and someone asked reader if Arthur is their dad/grandpa and reader is like "🧍....that's my boyfriend" lol poor Arthur 😭
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tags: fmc, arthur is sooo sweet so fluffy, love him and need him to take me to the candy shop 👀 need him to let me lick his lolly pop 😭🥴😌😩 but there really is no warnings, just a sweetie pie arthur
(high honor) Arthur Morgan x fem. reader
Arthur takes you into town for a little treat.
“Now, remember, I ain’t got too much money to go throwin’ around… You heard Dutch,” Arthur grumbles. You nod and let him help you off his horse, his arms at your waist. You hold his shoulder for that second, your hands over the brown and worn hunting jacket. He sets you down gently. Arthur can insist he’s no gentleman but that’s all he ever really shows you.
“I don’t wanna buy the whole place. I only wanted some candy. And maybe some fruit. What if they’ve got chocolate?” Arthur scoffs, helping you up the three stairs up to the door. With one hand on your lower back, he shakes his head. There’s mud on just about everything in this town. It doesn’t smell all too pleasant, all that wet earth, but the day is beautiful. Crisp wintry air blows down the mountain. It reminds you of being up there. Huddling for warmth with Arthur was a treat though.
“Who went and spoiled you, girl? Cause it sure wasn’t me,” he leads you up to the door.
“Of course it was you, who else?” you question innocently while he groans. You just know he’d slap you on your rear for that if you were alone.
You give him a slightly mischievous smile before stepping inside the general store. You like the warmth of this store and the smell of fresh produce.
“Hey, folks. Welcome!" the friendly storekeeper leans against the counter greeting you. You nod and say hello. You’re immediately enraptured by all of the food on the wall. You’ve been hungry for something that isn’t venison stew with mushy potatoes and onions. When the man at the counter sees Arthur, he gives him a strange look.
“I don’t want any trouble, I already heard what happened-”
“You won’t get any trouble. I got somebody with me anyway, you ain’t got nothin’ to worry about,” He puts his hands in the air dismissively. You look at Arthur but he avoids looking at you. He said he got into a small fight in town already. Somehow you don’t think it was as small as he said it was. No wonder he was so sore last week.
“Go on n’ look then, darlin’,” He points at the big display of brightly colored candies in candy jars, stacks of chocolate wrapped in golden foil. There are little packages of sweets to take too. You can feel a vague tooth ache coming at just the sight.
“Look at all of this stuff!” you’re holding maybe too much candy but how can you resist? It’s not like sweets make it on the camp supply list very often. Most of the extra bits go to liquor and liquor isn’t much to write home about in your opinion.
“Two. That’s all you’re gettin’ off of me today,” he puts his hands on his belt, watching as you skim your fingers over the jar of peppermint sticks. You frown.
“Two is hardly anything. Might as well take me back home,” you whine and wiggle close to him. He acts like he doesn’t want you near but you don’t miss the fact that his instincts are to always draw you closer. He can roll his eyes, sigh in exasperation. But you can tell by the hand on your hip that he’s all talk and no walk.
“You really don’t like to take it easy on me,” he brushes his finger down your cheek, a small piece of his affection, which you cling to. He chuckles in that little gruff tone you like so much.
“Nope. I promise I'll leave it at three,” Your victorious smile lights up your face. Arthur thinks he may be the luckiest man in the world. Both of you miss the wistful look the shopkeeper is giving you two.
You near the register with Arthur’s pathetic little tin of coffee and you with your old fashioned candies with the little stripes, your chocolate bar, and a fresh peach. The shopkeep gives a total that makes Arthur sigh as he pulls out his money clip.
“Suppose we’ve all been there,” the shopkeeper grins and nods over at Arthur. The glare Arthur has hardly deters the warm aura the man has. Your stomach plummets at the insinuation but you’re hoping you’ve got it all wrong. Were you really so young looking? Did Arthur really look old enough to be your father? But then you remember the teasing Arthur got when you started getting close to him. ‘Cradle robber’ was his least favorite. Maybe a younger woman with an older man buying candy of all things can really only mean one thing to some people.
“Scuse me?” Arthur grits out, he pauses from counting out a couple of bills.
“Us fathers, you know. Young ones are always bleedin’ us dry. And not to mention that sweet tooth!” Arthur’s brows furrow and his jaw opens like he wants to respond but nothing will come out. His hand scrubs down his jaw as if suddenly conscious of how much older he looks than you.
You sense the stale air of this conversation, overwhelming in the now stuffy general store. “I’m sorry, sir. But he’s not my father,” you trail off, looking at Arthur.
“Listen, ain’t your business anyway. Would you just get me my change?” The man opens the register.
“Uncle maybe? Grandpa?” he continues and you wince at the further chipping of Arthur’s pride.
“We ain’t related. And I’ll remind you, it really ain’t your business,” Arthur’s tone is short enough to stop him. You can tell he’s reaching the limits of his politeness.
“We’re together. You know. Like a couple,” you excitedly lay your hands on the counter to grab your things. You can see Arthur snap his gaze over to you. He takes his change and nods as you thank the cashier.
“Goddamned fool. People don’t know how to keep to themselves,” he mutters as he swings the door open. He puts his little tin of coffee and your goods away in one of the saddlebags, his boots creaking down the step.
“He was just curious,” you follow, going to pat idly at the neck of his horse. He still hasn’t bothered to name him; poor thing. But you’ve started to call him Patches in your head.
“I mind myself, it ain’t a feat. Don’t see why people can’t jus’ do the same,”
“Especially when you started a fight in the middle of town,” you put your hand on his chest as he comes back to you. You’re eclipsed in his shadow, but even then you look up at him disapprovingly. You think to ask about it but Arthur had come back squeaky clean. His clothes, however, were dusty with dried mud.
“Wasn’t me who started that. I mind you well enough. Buyin’ you candy… No wonder the shopkeep thought you was a little girl,” You go to cross your arms playfully but he grabs onto your hand, keeping it on his chest. You rub your fingers into the cotton weave of his shirt, warm underneath his jacket. He’ll probably insist you put it on at some point during the ride back. You can tell by the warm look in his eyes.
“Am I your business now?” You giggle, leaning into his chest to peer into his eyes.
“You kiddin’? You’re always my business. Only business I ever really wanna take care of,” You smile and pull his lapels down for a kiss. You savor the smile you can feel on his lips and the scratch of his beard against your skin.
Many of you may know me as that-one-red-head. Unfortunately someone decided to report my previous blog and it was nuked. I lost over 70 works and have only managed to retrieve two of them. I'm taking this opportunity to ask- if ANY of you have any of my works saved, I'd be so grateful if you were able to send them to me. 💖
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A note from the author : Guys this is just porn. Absolute porn. Enjoy, it’s a doozy. As always my work is my own and I do not give permission for it be copied, rewritten or posted anywhere other than on here, by me. Likes, reblogs and feedback are always welcome. I hope you enjoy. 😈
Warnings: Praise kink, fingering, dirty talk, Dom Steve, breeding kink, squirting, multiple orgasms, size kink, cum play, overstimulation, slight dumbification, slight degradation, p in v, creampies, lots of fluff and gorgeous aftercare at the end. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND SMACK YOU WITH A SHOVEL. There’s some cursing as well. 18+ only.
The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows across Steve’s bedroom, the faint hum of the world outside forgotten as you both lay tangled in the sheets. You were already stripped bare, skin flushed and heated from the anticipation that had built all evening. Steve hovered over you, his strong frame pressing close, his hard cock brushing against your thigh as his lips crashed into yours with a hunger that matched your own.
His tongue delved deep into your mouth, tasting and teasing, while his hands gripped your hips firmly, pulling you tighter against him. You moaned into the kiss, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back, nails scraping lightly as you arched up to meet his body. ‘God, you feel so fucking good,’ Steve growled against your lips, his voice rough with need. He broke the kiss just enough to nip at your lower lip, then sucked it between his teeth before diving back in, his stubble grazing your chin in a way that sent sparks straight to your core.
Your hands roamed lower, grabbing the firm globes of his ass and squeezing, urging him to grind harder against you. His erection throbbed against your slick folds, the tip already leaking pre-cum that smeared across your skin. You could feel how wet you were, your pussy aching for more friction, and Steve knew it—he always did, reading your body like it was his own. 'Yeah, just like that,’ you whispered breathlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist to lock him in place. 'Touch me everywhere.’
Steve’s palm slid up your side, cupping your breast and thumbing your hardened nipple until you gasped. He pinched it lightly, rolling it between his fingers, drawing out a whimper that made his cock twitch against you. 'You’re so responsive,’ he murmured, his mouth trailing hot kisses down your jaw to your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. 'I love how you let go with me—how we fit like this.’ His other hand ventured between your thighs, fingers parting your folds to circle your clit with deliberate pressure, making your hips buck up into his touch.
You reached down, wrapping your hand around his thick shaft, stroking him from base to tip in firm, twisting motions that had him groaning into your skin. 'Fuck, your cock is perfect,’ you said, your voice husky as you pumped him slowly, feeling him pulse in your grip. 'I want you inside me soon, but not yet—keep playing with my pussy first.’ Steve obliged, sliding two fingers into your wetness, curling them to hit that spot that made your toes curl. He thrust them in and out steadily, his thumb still working your clit, while his mouth returned to yours for another deep, devouring kiss.
The room filled with the sounds of your shared breaths, the wet slide of his fingers, and the occasional slap of skin as you both moved together. It was effortless, this rhythm you’d perfected over months of exploring each other’s desires—no hesitation, just pure, mutual fire.
Steve’s eyes darkened with a familiar intensity, the shift happening in an instant—the sweet boyfriend melting away to reveal the commanding lover you craved. His fingers plunged deeper into your pussy, thrusting harder and faster, the wet sounds echoing louder as he stretched you with relentless strokes. He hooked his arm across your hips, his bicep flexing to pin you down firmly against the mattress, stopping any chance of you bucking up to control the pace. 'That’s it, stay right there,’ he commanded, his voice dropping to a gravelly timbre that sent shivers racing down your spine. 'You’re not going anywhere until I say so. I want you squirming under me, taking every bit of this like the good girl you are.’
You gasped at the sudden force, your body arching instinctively but held captive by his strength. His fingers curled inside you with each rapid pump, hitting that sensitive ridge over and over, building the pressure in your core until your thighs trembled. Pre-cum from his cock smeared against your inner thigh as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. 'Feel how soaked you are for me? Your pussy’s gripping my fingers so tight, begging for more. You love when I take over, don’t you? When I fuck you with my hand until you’re dripping all over the sheets.’
His thumb pressed down on your clit, rubbing in tight, insistent circles that matched the brutal rhythm of his thrusts, pushing you closer to the edge without mercy. You clawed at his shoulders, nails biting into his skin, but he didn’t relent—instead, he ground his forearm harder into your hips, immobilizing you completely. 'No escaping it,’ he growled, nipping at your earlobe before sucking it between his teeth. 'I’m gonna make this cunt come hard, stretch you out so you’re ready for my cock.’
The dominance in his tone, the way he owned every sensation, ignited that fire deep within you, your walls clenching around his invading fingers as the pleasure coiled tighter. He added a third finger, scissoring them to open you wider, the burn mixing with ecstasy in a way that made your breath hitch. 'Fuck, you’re tight even like this,’ Steve rasped, his free hand sliding up to wrap around your throat—not squeezing, just holding you in place with possessive pressure. 'Gonna ruin you for anyone else. This pussy is mine tonight—mine to finger, mine to fuck, mine to fill up until you’re screaming my name.’
Your hips strained against his hold, the friction driving you wild, every nerve alight as his dirty words washed over you like fuel to the flames.
Steve’s fingers drove into your pussy with unyielding force, the three digits stretching you wide as he pumped them in and out at a punishing speed. His arm across your hips kept you locked down, your body trapped beneath his weight, every thrust sending jolts of pleasure ripping through your core. You felt the slick slide of his skin against yours, the obscene squelch of your arousal coating his hand, growing louder with each plunge.
'Come on, baby, let it build,’ he murmured against your neck, his voice rough and commanding, lips brushing your pulse point before he bit down lightly. 'I can feel you tightening around me, that hot little pussy sucking my fingers in like it never wants them to leave. You’re gonna come so hard for me—gonna soak my hand while I watch you fall apart.’
His thumb flicked over your clit in rapid strokes, syncing with the curl of his fingers inside you, pressing relentlessly against your g spot. Your breaths came in ragged pants, thighs quivering against his hold, the pressure coiling tighter in your belly like a spring ready to snap. You gripped his biceps, nails digging deep, but he only smirked, leaning in to capture your mouth in a bruising kiss, tongue thrusting in time with his hand.
'That’s my girl,’ he growled when he pulled back, eyes locked on yours, dark with lust. 'Fight it all you want, but you know you’re mine to break. Feel how full you are? Imagine my cock doing this—pounding you until you can’t think straight. But right now, it’s my fingers owning this wet hole, making it clench and pulse for me.’
The words hit you like sparks, igniting every nerve as his pace quickened, fingers slamming deeper, twisting to grind against your walls. Your back arched as much as his pinning arm allowed, a whine escaping your lips, the edge so close you could taste it. Steve’s free hand tightened around your throat just enough to heighten the rush, his thumb stroking your jaw possessively.
'Come for me now,’ he demanded, voice dropping to a husky whisper right in your ear. 'Squeeze those fingers tight, flood them with your cum. I want to feel you shatter—show me how much you love being fucked like this, pinned and helpless under me.’
It crashed over you then, the orgasm ripping through your body in waves, your pussy clamping down hard on his invading fingers as you cried out his name. Your hips jerked futilely against his restraint, inner muscles fluttering and spasming, juices gushing out to drench his palm and wrist. Steve didn’t stop—kept thrusting through it, drawing out every tremor, his thumb circling your clit to prolong the bliss until you were shaking, oversensitive and gasping.
'Fuck, yes, just like that,’ he praised, slowing his movements only when your body went limp, his fingers still buried deep, feeling the aftershocks pulse around him. He kissed your forehead, the dominance softening just a fraction as he held you close, but his cock throbbed hot against your side, promising more.
Steve eased his fingers from your pussy with a slow, deliberate drag, leaving you feeling empty and aching for more even as your body trembled from the aftershocks. He shifted his weight slightly, giving you just a moment to draw in shaky breaths, his chest rising and falling against yours, the heat of his skin grounding you. His hand lingered on your thigh, stroking soothing circles, a silent check-in that made your heart swell—he was always so attuned, even in his dominance.
But the reprieve was brief. You felt the blunt head of his cock nudge against your entrance, slick with your arousal and his own precum, teasing your folds before he pushed forward. Inch by thick inch, he sank into you, stretching your sensitive walls with that familiar burn that bordered on too much. Your pussy fluttered around him, still pulsing from your climax, gripping his length as he filled you completely, bottoming out with a low groan that vibrated through his body into yours.
'Fuck, you’re so tight,’ he rasped, holding still for a beat to let you adjust, his hips flush against yours, cock throbbing deep inside. 'Taking me like this every time—it’s like your body’s made for my dick. But tonight, you’re gonna take every bit of it, aren’t you? All of me, owning this pussy because it’s mine.’
You nodded, a soft whimper escaping as the fullness overwhelmed you, pleasure sparking anew from the pressure against your inner walls. Your hands roamed his back, pulling him closer, silently urging him on—yes, you wanted this, craved the way he claimed you. He braced one arm beside your head, the other gripping your hip to angle you just right, and started to move, pulling out halfway before thrusting back in with controlled power.
'That’s it, relax for me,’ he murmured, voice gravelly with restraint, eyes boring into yours to gauge every reaction. 'I know it’s a lot—my cock splitting you open, hitting so deep you feel it everywhere. But you’re gonna take it all, baby. Every thrust, every inch, because you love when I fuck you like this. Tell me you want it—beg for me to control this.’
Your breath hitched at his words, the dirty command sending heat pooling low again, and you arched into him, legs wrapping around his waist. 'Please, yes—take me, all of it,’ you gasped, the consent flowing freely, fueling his rhythm as he picked up speed, hips snapping forward to drive his cock deeper, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room.
He leaned down, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss before trailing bites along your jaw, his pace building steadily. 'Good girl,’ he praised, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb rolling your nipple as he pounded into you. 'Feel how I stretch you? How I fill you up until there’s no room for anything but me? You’re mine to fuck, mine to make come again—gonna ruin this pussy.’
The overwhelming stretch turned to pure ecstasy with each plunge, your body yielding to his dominance, clenching around him in eager response. He held your gaze, the intensity in his eyes a mix of possession and care, ensuring you were right there with him, lost in the consensual storm of his control.
Steve’s thrusts grew harder, his cock swelling even thicker inside your clenching pussy as he drove into you with relentless force. The bed creaked under the rhythm, his hips slamming against yours, each plunge burying him to the hilt, the head of his dick grinding against that spot deep within that made your hips buck. Sweat slicked his skin, dripping onto your chest as he loomed over you, muscles taut and flexing with every powerful snap forward.
'Fuck, you’re squeezing me so good,’ he growled, voice rough and edged with raw need, his breath hot against your ear as he pinned your wrists above your head with one large hand. 'Gonna fuck you harder now—make this pussy take every inch until you’re screaming. You feel that? How my cock’s throbbing, getting ready to fill you up?’
Your body arched beneath him, legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper as the intensity built, pleasure coiling tight in your core. He released your wrists only to hook your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half and angling his hips to hit even deeper, his balls slapping against your ass with wet, obscene sounds. Faster now, his pace turned punishing, cock pistoning in and out, stretching your walls with friction that bordered on overwhelming, your juices coating him and easing the way for his brutal rhythm.
'That’s right, take it—take my dick like the good girl you are,’ he rasped, free hand digging into your thigh to hold you open, eyes locked on where your bodies joined, watching himself disappear into you over and over. 'I’m gonna cum inside you, baby. Pump every drop deep in this tight pussy, breed you until it’s dripping out. You want that? My cum flooding you, marking you as mine, filling you up so full you feel it for days?’
The words sent a shiver through you, heat flooding your veins as you nodded frantically, nails raking down his back in encouragement. 'Yes—please, cum in me,’ you moaned, the consent laced with desperation, your pussy fluttering around his thickening length, urging him toward the edge.
He groaned low, thrusts turning erratic, harder still, his control fraying as he chased his release. 'Gonna breed this cunt—knock you up with my load, make you mine in every fucking way. Feel me swelling? That’s all for you, gonna flood you, baby. Hold on—take it all when I explode inside.’ His body tensed, cock pulsing wildly as he hammered into you, the promise of his cum hanging heavy in the air, driving you both toward shattering bliss.
Steve’s hips snapped forward with unyielding force, his thick cock plunging deep into your soaked pussy over and over, the slick sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room. He held your legs hooked over his shoulders, keeping you folded and exposed as he fucked you relentlessly, each thrust stretching your walls and grinding against your inner depths. Your body rocked with the impact, breasts bouncing, nipples hard and aching from the friction against his chest when he leaned in close.
'Fuck, yes—your pussy’s gripping me like a vice,’ he grunted, sweat beading on his forehead as he stared down at you, eyes dark with lust. His free hand gripped your hip, fingers bruising in the best way, pulling you onto him to meet every drive. 'Gonna fuck you until we both shatter, baby. Feel how deep I am? Stretching you wide, owning this hole.’
You gasped, hands clutching the sheets, then reaching up to dig your nails into his arms, urging him on. The pressure built fast, your clit throbbing from the way his pelvis rubbed against it with every brutal slam. 'Harder—don’t stop,’ you begged, voice breaking as waves of pleasure crashed through you, your pussy fluttering around his pistoning length.
He obliged, pace quickening to a frenzied rhythm, cock swelling thicker inside you, veins pulsing against your sensitive folds. His balls tightened, slapping wetly against your ass as he buried himself fully, holding there for a beat before withdrawing almost completely and slamming back in. 'That’s it, clench for me—milk my dick while I pound you,’ he demanded, breath ragged, leaning down to capture your mouth in a messy, devouring kiss, tongue thrusting in time with his hips.
The coil in your core wound tighter, every nerve alight as his cock hit that perfect spot repeatedly, sending jolts of ecstasy up your spine. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, legs trembling over his shoulders as the orgasm loomed. 'Steve—I’m close, fuck, I’m gonna cum,’ you whimpered against his lips, body arching to take him deeper.
'Cum for me then—squeeze my cock and let go,’ he ordered, voice a low growl as he redoubled his efforts, fucking you with short, powerful strokes that made your toes curl. His hand slid between your bodies, thumb finding your clit and rubbing firm circles, pushing you right to the brink. 'Gonna fill you up right after—shoot my load deep, breed this pussy full of my cum. You ready for it?’
The words tipped you over, your pussy convulsing around him in violent spasms, walls clamping down hard as the climax ripped through you. Juices gushed out, soaking his shaft and thighs, your cry muffled against his shoulder as your body shook, every muscle tensing and releasing in blissful waves. 'Yes—cumming, oh god,’ you moaned, riding the high, nails scratching red lines down his back.
Steve groaned deeply, the tight pull of your orgasm dragging him under. His thrusts stuttered, hips jerking erratically as he drove in one last time, cock throbbing wildly. 'Fuck—here it comes, take it all,’ he rasped, burying himself to the root as hot spurts of cum erupted inside you, flooding your pussy with thick ropes that painted your walls. He kept pumping shallowly, milking every drop into you, his body shuddering with the force of his release, breath hot and uneven against your neck.
You both collapsed together, his weight pressing you into the mattress, cock still twitching deep within as aftershocks rippled through you. He stayed buried, plugging his cum inside, and pressed a soft kiss to your temple, the dominance easing into tender care as you caught your breath in unison.
Steve eased his softening cock from your drenched pussy with a wet pop, a thick trail of his cum leaking out and trickling down your thighs. But he wasn’t done—not by a long shot. Before you could even process the emptiness, his fingers dove back in, two thick digits sliding through the messy mix of your juices and his seed, pushing it all deeper into your clenching walls.
'Oh no, baby, you’re not wasting a drop of what I just pumped into you,’ he murmured, voice husky and commanding as he curled his fingers inside, scooping and pressing his cum against your sensitive core. His thumb grazed your swollen clit, sending fresh sparks through your oversensitive body. 'This pussy’s mine now—full of my load, keeping it locked in deep where it belongs.’
You whimpered, hips bucking instinctively as he started thrusting his fingers in and out, the slick glide amplified by the creamy warmth coating everything. He added a third finger, stretching you again, the pressure building fast as he fucked you with deliberate, forceful pumps, his palm slapping lightly against your mound.
'Feel that? My cum sloshing around in there, mixing with your wetness,’ he growled, leaning over you, his free hand pinning your thigh wide open. 'Gonna finger-fuck this creampie right back in, make sure you’re bred proper. You love it, don’t you—being stuffed full, owned like this?’ His fingers hooked upward, rubbing that spongy spot relentlessly, forcing more of his release to coat your insides while your pussy fluttered around the invasion.
The overstimulation bordered on too much, pleasure-pain twisting in your gut as he picked up speed, knuckles deep and twisting with each plunge. Your breaths came in short gasps, body arching off the bed, chasing the building tension despite the ache. 'Steve—fuck, it’s so full,’ you moaned, hands fisting the sheets as another wave crested.
'That’s right, take it all—let me work my seed into you,’ he rasped, eyes locked on where his hand disappeared into your soaked folds, the obscene squelch of cum and arousal filling the air. 'Gonna make you cum again on my fingers, squeeze it out around me. Show me how greedy this hole is for more.’
Steve’s fingers plunged deeper, twisting and scissoring inside your soaked pussy, the lewd sounds of his cum being churned into a frothy mess echoing between your legs. He didn’t let up, his pace relentless, thumb circling your throbbing clit with just enough pressure to make your vision blur. 'That’s it, baby, clench around me—milk every bit of my load back in,’ he demanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your core. His other hand gripped your hip, holding you steady as your body trembled, the overstimulation coiling tighter with each brutal thrust.
You gasped, thighs quivering as the pressure built impossibly fast, his digits hooking against that sensitive ridge inside you, rubbing it raw. The fullness from his seed made every movement slicker, hotter, your walls fluttering wildly around the invasion. 'Steve—oh god, I can't—it’s too much,’ you cried out, but your hips rolled up to meet him, betraying how desperately you craved the edge he was shoving you toward.
'Yes you can, and you will,’ he snarled, adding a fourth finger to stretch you wider, the burn blending into electric pleasure as he fucked you harder, palm grinding against your clit. 'Gonna make this pussy gush for me, squirt out all that cream I filled you with. Show me how wet you get when I own you like this—bred and dripping.’ His eyes burned into yours, dark with possession, as he leaned closer, breath hot against your ear. 'Cum on my hand, soak the sheets. Let it all out while I push my cum even deeper.’
The words shattered you. Your back arched off the bed, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as the orgasm ripped through, fiercer than the last. Your pussy clamped down on his fingers, spasming violently, and then it hit—a hot, uncontrollable rush. Clear fluid squirted out around his knuckles, spraying in messy arcs with each pump of his hand, drenching his wrist and the bed beneath you. 'Fuck yes, there it is—squirting like a good girl, making such a filthy mess,’ Steve groaned, not slowing for a second, drawing out every pulse until you were shaking, oversensitive and spent.
He finally eased his fingers free with a wet schlick, holding them up to show the glistening mix of your squirt, his cum, and your arousal coating them thickly. 'Look at that—proof you’re mine, inside and out.’ He brought them to your lips, smirking as you sucked them clean without hesitation, his free hand stroking your thigh possessively.
Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, body still twitching from the aftershocks of that explosive release, the sheets beneath you damp and ruined. Steve’s gaze raked over you, hungry and unyielding, his cock already hard again, slick with the remnants of your combined mess. Before you could even form a coherent thought, he shifted between your thighs, gripping your knees to spread you wide.
'Not done yet, sweetheart,’ he murmured, lining himself up and thrusting back inside your oversensitive pussy in one smooth, deep stroke. You cried out at the sudden fullness, your walls clenching around his thick length, still fluttering from the orgasm that had just wrecked you. He bottomed out, grinding his hips against yours, his balls pressing heavy against your ass as he filled you completely once more.
'God, look at you— so fucking pretty like this, all swollen and full of me,’ Steve groaned, his voice rough with awe and possession. He pulled back slowly, watching where his cock dragged out of you, coated in the creamy mix of his cum and your squirt, before slamming back in, making your breasts bounce with the force. 'My seed deep in that tight little womb, marking you from the inside. You’re glowing with it, baby—perfect for taking what I give.’
His hands slid up to pin your wrists above your head, his body covering yours as he started a punishing rhythm, each thrust deliberate and powerful, his tip nudging against your cervix with every plunge. The stretch burned so good, your body yielding to him despite the sensitivity, juices leaking out around his shaft with wet, obscene slaps. 'Gonna fuck a baby right into you,’ he rasped against your neck, teeth grazing your skin before he sucked a fresh mark there. 'Pump you so full you’ll feel me for days—swollen belly, tits heavy with milk, all because I couldn’t stop breeding this pussy. You want that, don’t you? Want me to knock you up, make you mine forever?’
You whimpered, nodding frantically as the pleasure coiled anew, his words igniting that dark thrill low in your gut. He released one of your wrists to hike your leg higher over his hip, angling deeper, hitting that spot again. 'Say it—tell me you need my cum flooding you again, planting my kid in that fertile cunt,’ he demanded, pace quickening, hips snapping harder as sweat dripped from his brow onto your collarbone. His hand dipped between you, fingers rubbing your clit in firm circles to push you toward the brink.
The pressure built relentlessly, your body arching into his, chasing the overwhelming heat as he claimed you thrust after thrust. 'That’s my girl—taking every inch like you were made for it. Gonna fill you up until it takes, until you’re round with my baby.’ His groans grew louder, cock throbbing inside you, swelling thicker as he chased his own release, determined to bury himself as deep as possible.
The relentless pace of Steve’s thrusts had you unraveling, each powerful snap of his hips driving his thick cock deeper into your soaked pussy, stretching you wide and hitting every sensitive nerve. Your mind fogged over, thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm, leaving you reduced to nothing but sensation—the burn of his girth splitting you open, the heavy slap of his balls against your ass, the way your walls fluttered helplessly around him. Words failed you; your mouth hung open in silent gasps, only broken whimpers escaping as drool gathered at the corner of your lips. Your eyes glazed over, unfocused and heavy-lidded, staring up at the ceiling without really seeing it, lost in the haze of overwhelming pleasure that bordered on pain.
Steve noticed, of course—his sharp eyes drinking in your wrecked state, a smirk curling his lips as he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. 'Aw, what’s the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?’ he taunted, voice low and gravelly, laced with that mocking edge that sent fresh sparks through your core. He didn’t slow down, if anything pounding harder, his hips grinding against your clit with every brutal plunge, forcing another incoherent moan from your throat. 'Fucking you so good you can’t even string a sentence together anymore? Look at you—eyes all glassy, drooling like a little slut who’s been brain-fucked stupid.’
He chuckled darkly, one hand releasing your wrist to cup your jaw, tilting your head so you had no choice but to meet his intense gaze. His thumb swiped across your lower lip, pushing inside briefly to feel the wet heat of your mouth before pulling out with a pop. 'Bet you can’t even beg for it right now, huh? Just gonna lay there and take my cock like the dumb, needy hole you are.’ The words stung in the best way, humiliation twisting with arousal, making your pussy clench tighter around him, milking his length as if pleading on your behalf. He groaned at the sensation, thrusting even deeper, the head of his cock battering your cervix with possessive force.
'Yeah, that’s right—squeeze me like you mean it,’ he mocked, his free hand sliding down to pinch your nipple hard, twisting just enough to jolt you back to some awareness. Your body arched instinctively, a garbled ’S-Steve…’ slipping out, barely audible over the wet sounds of him railing you. He laughed outright, the sound vibrating through his chest as it pressed against yours. 'Oh, you can say my name? Good girl—now try telling me how much you love getting pounded into oblivion. Or is your pretty little head too full of cock for that?’ He angled his hips, grinding slow and deep for a moment to let you feel every ridge and vein dragging along your inner walls, before resuming the punishing rhythm that had you seeing stars.
Sweat slicked both of your bodies, his muscles flexing with each drive, and he kept up the teasing barrage, his voice a constant rumble. 'Fuck, you’re a mess—pussy gushing all over me, can’t even look at me without going cross-eyed. What happened to that smart mouth of yours? All it takes is a good dicking to turn you into a babbling idiot?’ Despite the mockery, his eyes burned with affection, the dominance laced with care as he chased your pleasure alongside his own, determined to push you over the edge again while you floated in that blissful, wordless void.
Steve’s hips pistoned relentlessly, his thick cock slamming into your drenched pussy over and over, the obscene squelch of your combined fluids echoing in the room with every brutal thrust. Your body jolted beneath him, breasts bouncing wildly, nipples hard and aching from the friction against his chest. The pressure built inside you like a coil winding tighter, your walls clamping down on his length, desperate to pull him deeper despite the overwhelming fullness that left you gasping and wordless. Your glassy eyes fluttered, vision blurring as waves of heat crashed through you, your fingers digging into the sheets, knuckles white from the intensity.
He growled low in his throat, feeling your pussy flutter around him, his own release coiling hot and urgent in his balls. 'Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum again—milking my cock like a greedy little whore,’ he rasped, his voice rough with strain, mocking lilt sharpening the words as he pinned your hips down harder, not letting you squirm away from the punishing angle. Sweat dripped from his brow onto your skin, his muscles tensing as he drove in deeper, the head of his cock grinding deeper. 'Can’t even fight it, can you? Just gonna take every inch until I flood this tight cunt with more of my seed.’
Your mouth parted in a silent cry, a broken whine slipping out as the pleasure crested, your body arching off the bed. He didn’t let up, pounding through the spasms, his free hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider, exposing you completely to his assault. 'That’s it—cum for me, you dumb slut. Let me feel you soak my dick while I breed you proper.’ The command tipped you over, your orgasm ripping through you violently, pussy convulsing in rhythmic squeezes that gushed fresh slick down his shaft, your thighs trembling as you squirted around him, the warm spray coating his pelvis and the sheets beneath.
Steve’s breath hitched at the sensation, your release triggering his own. He buried himself to the hilt with a guttural moan, hips jerking erratically as his cock throbbed, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into your core. 'Shit—take it all, every fucking drop,’ he snarled, grinding against you to push it further, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. Hot spurts filled you, overflowing slightly to mix with your juices, the fullness making your oversensitive walls clench in aftershocks. He collapsed forward slightly, forehead pressed to yours, panting harshly as he rode out the waves, his cock twitching inside you with the last pulses.
For a moment, he stayed buried deep, both of you trembling in the aftermath, his hand stroking your side almost tenderly now, though the possessive glint in his eyes promised more to come.
Steve remained buried deep inside your soaked core, his thick length still twitching faintly from the aftershocks of his release. Your chests heaved in unison, ragged breaths mingling in the humid air of the bedroom, the scent of sweat and sex heavy around you. His weight pinned you gently now, a comforting press that kept you grounded amid the haze of exhaustion and bliss.
Slowly, he shifted, lips brushing the sensitive skin of your neck in soft, open-mouthed kisses. His tongue flicked out to taste the salt on your pulse point, drawing a shiver from you as his hips rolled forward in a lazy grind. The motion stirred his cock within your tender walls, sending a spark of renewed friction through your oversensitive nerves.
A weak protest bubbled up from your throat, your voice hoarse and trembling. 'Steve… I can’t… no more, please,’ you whimpered, hands pushing feebly at his shoulders, though your body betrayed you with a subtle arch into his touch.
He chuckled low against your ear, the sound vibrating through you as he nuzzled closer, his shaft already swelling, hardening inch by inch inside your slick heat. 'Shh, baby girl,’ he murmured, voice a soothing rumble laced with that commanding edge. 'You can take one more for me. You’re so fucking good, so perfect—taking my cock like you were made for it.’ His kisses trailed lower, nipping at your collarbone while his hips circled again, pressing his growing erection deeper, stretching you anew with deliberate slowness.
Your breath hitched, the praise melting away your resistance even as your pussy clenched around him in protest and want. He lifted his head to capture your lips in a tender kiss, contrasting the insistent grind that had him fully rigid now, ready to claim you once more.
His hips pulled back just enough to withdraw halfway, then snapped forward with a controlled thrust that buried his cock to the hilt inside your drenched pussy. The initial rhythm was measured, each slide in and out deliberate, letting you feel every ridge and vein dragging along your sensitive inner walls. You moaned softly, the sound escaping unbidden as the fullness reignited that deep ache of pleasure-pain.
Steve’s hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers finding your swollen clit with unerring accuracy. He circled it slowly at first, pressing firmly with his thumb while his thrusts picked up pace, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder. 'That’s it, baby,’ he growled against your lips, his breath hot and ragged. 'Moan for me. Let me hear how much you love this cock stretching you out.’
Your body responded before your mind could catch up, hips bucking involuntarily to meet his deepening strokes. He fucked into you faster now, the gradual build turning relentless, his shaft pounding your core with increasing force. His fingers rubbed your clit in tight, insistent loops, the dual assault sending jolts of electricity through your nerves. All you could do was moan—loud, broken sounds that filled the room, your voice reduced to whimpers and gasps as waves of sensation overwhelmed you.
He leaned down, capturing a nipple between his teeth and tugging gently, then soothing it with his tongue while his hips pistoned harder. 'Fuck, you’re so tight, clenching around me like you never want me to stop,’ he rasped, his free hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider, allowing him to drive even deeper. Your moans turned desperate, body arching off the bed as the pressure built, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over, his thumb flicking your clit with expert precision.
Sweat slicked your skin where your bodies connected, his balls slapping against your ass with each forceful thrust. You clutched at his back, nails digging in, but words failed you completely—only moans poured out, raw and needy, as he pushed you toward the edge once more, his dominance absolute in the way he controlled every quiver of your response.
Steve’s eyes darkened with raw hunger as he slowed his thrusts just enough to hook his hands under your knees. With a firm grip, he lifted your legs, sliding them up and over his shoulders, folding you beneath him in the tight, exposing mating press. Your thighs pressed against your chest, your ass lifting off the bed, presenting your soaked pussy completely to him. The new angle let him plunge even deeper, his cock spearing straight into your core with brutal precision.
He braced his weight on his forearms, caging you in as he resumed fucking you—hard and unrelenting now, each downward slam driving his thick shaft to the hilt, bottoming out against your cervix. The position pinned you immobile, your body bent and vulnerable, every thrust sending shockwaves through your depths. 'Fuck yes, look at you like this,’ he snarled, his voice thick with possession. 'Legs up, pussy wide open for me to breed. You’re mine to fill up, aren’t you?’
You moaned helplessly, the sound vibrating from your throat as his hips pistoned faster, the wet squelch of his cock pounding your slick folds echoing in the room. His balls slapped against your ass with every deep drive, the pressure building intensely in your belly from how fully he stretched you. One hand reached down to rub your clit again, pinching and rolling it between his fingers while he rutted into you like an animal, claiming every inch.
The mating press amplified everything—his girth dragging along your walls, hitting that sensitive spot relentlessly, forcing gasps and whimpers from your lips. Your hands scrabbled at the sheets, body trembling under the onslaught, but you couldn’t move, couldn’t escape the overwhelming fullness. 'Take it, dumb girl,’ he taunted, leaning in to bite your earlobe. 'Moan louder. Let me feel you squeeze my cock while I fuck a baby into you.’
Sweat dripped from his brow onto your skin as he hammered deeper, the rhythm savage, his free hand squeezing your thigh to keep you locked in place. Pleasure coiled tight in your core, your pussy clenching around him involuntarily, milking his length with each thrust. All you could do was moan—broken, desperate cries—as he dominated you completely, pushing you toward that shattering edge once more, his grunts mixing with your sounds in the heated air.
Your body quivered uncontrollably beneath Steve, every nerve ending fried from the relentless pounding, your mind a hazy void where coherent thoughts dissolved into nothing but raw sensation. Tears streamed down your cheeks, hot and unchecked, as sobs wracked your frame— not from pain, but from the sheer overload of pleasure that bordered on torment. You were completely fucked out, a limp, trembling mess pinned in the mating press, your legs still draped over his broad shoulders, knees nearly touching your ears. Your pussy clenched sporadically around his thick cock, but the efforts were feeble, your walls too swollen and sensitive to do more than flutter weakly against his invading length.
Steve didn’t let up for a second, his hips snapping forward with savage force, driving his shaft balls-deep into your drenched heat over and over. The angle kept you folded tight, your ass elevated, allowing him to grind against your cervix with each brutal thrust, the pressure igniting sparks that made your vision blur. He watched you fall apart with a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with unbridled delight at your ruined state. 'That’s it, cry for me, baby,’ he growled, his voice rough and laced with triumph, sweat-slicked chest heaving as he rutted into you like he owned every sob, every tear. 'Look at you—brain all empty, just a dumb little hole for my cock. Fuck, I love seeing you like this, breaking under me.’
His pace never faltered, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room, mingling with your broken whimpers and the obscene squelch of your arousal coating his pistoning length. One hand gripped your thigh hard enough to bruise, holding you splayed open, while the other thumbed your oversensitive clit in firm circles, drawing fresh wails from your throat. You could feel him throbbing inside you, thick and unyielding, stretching you to your limits as he chased his own high, reveling in how your body betrayed you—gushing around him despite the exhaustion, your hips twitching involuntarily to meet his drives.
'God, you’re so fucking perfect when you’re wrecked,’ he panted, leaning down to capture a tear with his tongue, tasting the salt as he bit your lower lip. 'Keep crying—makes me wanna fill you up even more. Gonna pump you full until you’re leaking my cum for days.’ His thrusts grew erratic, deeper, harder, his enjoyment evident in the way he groaned low in his chest, savoring the power, the way you surrendered completely to his dominance, your empty mind registering only the endless, consuming rhythm of him claiming you.
Steve’s rhythm turned feral, his cock slamming into your oversensitive core with unyielding ferocity, each plunge dragging against your fluttering walls and sending shockwaves through your spent body. You were a ragdoll in his grasp, tears blurring your vision as your cries dissolved into guttural moans, your mind too shattered to form words. The mating press kept you trapped, your thighs quaking over his shoulders, pussy exposed and vulnerable to his merciless assault. Every thrust bottomed out, his heavy balls slapping against your ass, the lewd sounds echoing like a symphony of your total submission.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear, sweat dripping from his brow onto your flushed skin. 'Fuck, baby, you’re milking me so good even when you’re broken,’ he rasped, voice thick with lust and possession. His fingers dug into your hips, bruising crescents as he pinned you down, refusing to let you squirm away from the building pressure. You felt it coiling deep in your belly again, impossible and inevitable, your clit throbbing under the relentless grind of his pelvis. 'Gonna make us both explode one last time—fill this sloppy cunt until it overflows. You want that, don’t you? My cum flooding you, breeding you deep.’
Your body betrayed you, hips jerking weakly to chase the friction despite the ache, walls clenching around his throbbing length as if begging for more. Steve’s groans grew ragged, his pace stuttering as he chased the edge, the vein along his shaft pulsing against your inner ridges. He captured your mouth in a bruising kiss, tongue invading like his cock below, swallowing your sobs while his free hand roamed to pinch your nipple hard, twisting just enough to spark fresh fire through your veins.
The tension snapped like a wire, your orgasm crashing over you in a violent wave—pussy convulsing wildly, gushing hot fluid around him as you wailed into his mouth, body arching off the bed in spasms. Steve followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt with a primal roar, his cock jerking as ropes of thick cum erupted inside you, painting your womb with his seed. He ground against you through it, hips circling to push every drop deeper, his release mixing with your juices in a messy flood that leaked out around his base.
Panting harshly, he collapsed forward, still sheathed in your pulsing heat, forehead pressed to yours as aftershocks rippled between you. 'That’s my girl,’ he murmured, voice softening just a fraction amid the haze, lips brushing your tear-streaked cheek. 'Took it all so fucking well.’
You both lay there in the tangled sheets, breaths syncing in the quiet aftermath, your body limp and humming with residual tremors against his solid frame. Steve’s weight pressed you into the mattress, his softening cock still nestled deep inside, a warm reminder of the chaos he’d unleashed. Time blurred in the haze of exhaustion, until he finally shifted, easing out with a slow, deliberate pull that made you whimper at the sudden emptiness, a trickle of his cum seeping from your swollen folds onto the damp fabric below.
He rolled to the side, gathering you close with gentle arms, his touch now feather-light as he reached for the blanket at the foot of the bed. Draping it over your naked form, he tucked it snugly around your shoulders and hips, cocooning you in softness. Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, then your lips, lingering with a softness that contrasted the earlier storm. 'I’m so proud of you, baby,’ he whispered, voice husky but laced with genuine warmth, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. 'Took everything I gave like a champ. Rest now—I’ve got you.’
Your eyelids grew heavy under his soothing gaze, the world fading as sleep claimed you swiftly, wrapped in the security of his care. While you drifted off, Steve slipped from the bed quietly, padding naked to the bathroom down the hall. He twisted the faucet, steam rising as hot water filled the tub, swirling in a generous pour of bubble bath that scented the air with lavender and vanilla. The foam built thick and inviting, a promise of soothing relief for your aching muscles.
He took a moment for himself then, stepping into the adjoining shower for a quick rinse, soap sluicing over his toned chest and down his thighs, washing away the evidence of your shared frenzy. Towel-dried and pulling on loose sweats, he headed to the kitchen, the house silent in the late afternoon light filtering through the windows. From the fridge, he grabbed a couple of cold water bottles and a plate of snacks—fresh strawberries, cheese, and crackers—arranging them neatly before balancing it all back upstairs.
Returning to his room, he found you still curled under the blanket, chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm. With effortless strength, he scooped you up bridal-style, blanket and all, cradling your head against his shoulder as he carried you toward the bathroom. The warmth from the tub beckoned, ready to ease you into its embrace.
As Steve carried you down the hall, the gentle sway of his steps roused you from your light slumber, a soft stir escaping your lips. Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his warm gaze, and he smiled down at you, thumb tracing lazy circles on your arm. 'Hey, sleepyhead,’ he murmured, voice low and affectionate. 'Almost there—just gonna get you all cleaned up and comfy.’
He eased you into the steaming tub, the bubbles parting around your skin as hot water enveloped your sore muscles, drawing a contented sigh from deep within. Steve knelt beside the edge, sleeves of his shirt rolled up, and dipped a soft cloth into the suds. Starting at your shoulders, he washed you with unhurried strokes, gliding the fabric over your collarbone, down your arms, and across your chest, his touch reverent and tender. 'You were incredible back there,’ he whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. 'So strong, so perfect for me. I love you like this—relaxed, all mine.’ His words wrapped around you like the steam, easing the last knots of tension as you sank deeper into the warmth, eyes half-closed in bliss.
He moved lower, rinsing your stomach and thighs with care, fingers occasionally brushing your skin in light caresses that spoke of possession and adoration. 'God, look at you,’ he continued softly, voice laced with awe. 'My beautiful girl, taking everything I had and still glowing. You’re everything to me.’ The praise flowed steadily, each phrase a balm, as he lifted your legs one by one to wash away the remnants of your passion, his hands firm yet gentle, ensuring every inch felt cherished.
Once you were thoroughly clean, he reached for the plate of snacks balanced on the tub’s edge, plucking a ripe strawberry and holding it to your lips. 'Open up,’ he coaxed with a grin, watching as you bit into the juicy fruit, the sweetness bursting on your tongue. He fed you bite by bite—crackers topped with cheese, another strawberry—his free hand cupping your jaw, thumb wiping a stray drop from your chin. 'Gotta keep your strength up,’ he said, eyes twinkling. Then he uncapped a water bottle, tipping it carefully so cool liquid slid down your throat. 'Drink for me, yeah? All of it—you need to stay hydrated after what we did.’ You obeyed, the refreshment grounding you, his attentive gaze making the simple act feel profoundly intimate.
When the water began to cool and your fingers pruned, you nodded, signaling readiness. Steve helped you stand, water cascading off your body in rivulets, and wrapped you in a large, fluffy towel, patting you dry with slow, deliberate motions. He started at your hair, tousling it gently, then moved to your back, arms, and legs, his hands lingering not out of necessity but from a deep-seated desire to care for you, to savor this quiet closeness. 'Let me,’ he insisted softly when your hand reached for the towel, pulling you against his chest for a moment, the fabric absorbing the last droplets between you.
From the bathroom closet, he retrieved a pair of his gray sweats—soft and oversized—and a clean white t-shirt that smelled faintly of his cologne. He slipped the shirt over your head first, guiding your arms through the sleeves, then knelt to help you step into the pants, tying the drawstring loose around your waist. 'There,’ he said, standing back to admire you, hands on your hips. 'Looks better on you than me anyway.’ His kiss was light on your nose, full of unspoken promises.
With you dressed and dry, he scooped you up once more, carrying you back to the bedroom where the sheets had been straightened in your absence. He laid you down gently, sliding in beside you and pulling the covers over both of you. His arm draped across your waist, drawing you into his side, heartbeat steady against your ear. 'Safe now,’ he whispered, fingers threading through your damp hair. 'Full of me, full of love. Sleep if you want, or just stay like this—I’ve got you forever.’ The room enveloped you in peace, his presence a warm anchor, leaving you wrapped in security and devotion.
sex with abbot where you’re clawing at his back, breathless from exertion because he’s putting his whole back into fucking you. he’s passionate yes but never this harsh. the reason?
he prefers the sound of your whimpering moans over fireworks. so don’t hold anything back, baby.
boyfriend bakugo. fem reader. mdni 18+. oral receiving (f), piv, breast play?, he wraps it up, fingering. fluffy smut. wc: ~3.5k.
cross-posted on ao3!
You and Katsuki have been busy, both being Pro-heroes wasn’t easy, letting alone, dating another pro. Your schedules didn’t line up most of the time–sometimes would go days with only seeing each other while sleeping.
After almost a month of this, you both finally took a weekend off together.
You walked into your shared apartment with Katsuki after a day at the agency, the evening sun casting a golden glow, the sound of sizzling food and spices permeating the air.
“I’m home.” you called out, your voice wavering with exhaustion from your busy day. Your heels clicked on the floor as you shut the door behind you.
“Welcome home.” A familiar gruff voice replies from the kitchen. You set your things down by the door, bee-lining to the kitchen to see Katsuki in just sweatpants, his blonde hair damp from a shower, cooking dinner.
“Hi.” you sighed out, wrapping your arms around his stupidly tiny waist as you hugged him from behind, pressing your face into the firm muscles of his back.
“Long day, baby?” Katsuki murmured, using one hand to pat your arms and the other to stir whatever he is cooking in the pan.
“I’ve been behind with reports so I had to catch up today,” you explained, inhaling his comfortable scent of scorched sugar and smoke. “I don’t think I can read or write anything.”
He let out a low chuckle, his body moving with the sound. “Go shower and change. Dinner will be ready when you’re done.” The blonde suggested gruffly, squeezing your hand.
“Okay,” you grumbled, letting go of his warm body. “What are you making?” You peeked over his tall, muscular shoulder.
“Katsudon,” He playfully squeezed your side, you giggled from the touch. “Now, shower. You stink.” He wrinkled his nose at you, staring down into your eyes.
“You’re forgetting something~” you teased, leaning into his arm, your chest brushing against his bare skin.
He rolled his eyes but leaned down, giving you a soft peck on your lips. “Welcome home, love.” he murmured against your lips, red eyes staring into yours. You let out a soft giggle, pink dusting your cheeks as you smiled at him, your eyes following the sharp contours of his face.
Katsuki matched your small grin, playfully swatting your ass. “Shower.” he growled at you. You let out laugh as you did as he said, making your way to your shared bedroom. As you walked away, his red eyes followed you, staring appreciatively at how your business pants clung to your legs— especially the curve of your ass.
A little while later, you reemerged, freshly showered and wearing one of Katsuki’s T-shirts and just a pair of panties. Glasses perched on your nose and you inhaled the delicious smell of katsudon.
“Smells good Kats.” you commented, leaning against the doorway of the kitchen as he finished plating your food.
“Duh.” He snorted, turning around as his red eyes roamed your body, lingering on your legs. You rolled your eyes at his staring, taking the bowl from his hand.
“Movie night?” you asked, heading to the living room with your dinner in hand, plopping on the couch with a sigh.
“Can we watch that one show we wanted to start?” He sat down next to you, your thighs and shoulder touching as he pulled a blanket over both of you.
“The cooking show with David Chang?” you questioned, adjusting the blanket as you grabbed the remote, pulling your legs to rest on Katsuki’s warm, firm ones. He nodded in agreement, settling down next to you as you turned on the show.
You both sat next to each other, eyes on the TV, eating dinner, and enjoying the familiar warmth of one another. You had missed this. Missed him.
Katsuki wrapped his arm around your waist once he was finished eating, his warm hand finding the bare skin of your hip underneath your shirt. You fought the urge to shiver from his casual touch, leaning into his chest as you rested your head over his heart.
“Hey,” he said gruffly, his rough hand tilting your head up to his. His red eyes were soft, tender with longing as they stared down at you. “I missed you.” he murmured lowly, eyes roaming over your face.
You smiled softly up at him, “I missed you too.” you whispered. His lips quirked into a smile as he leaned down to kiss you gently, his hand moving from your chin to cup your face.
The kiss was warm, yet hesitant, like he was afraid you might disappear if he pressed too hard. It was rare to see Katsuki so soft, so unguarded, but moments like these reminded you of just how deeply he cared—even if he didn’t always know how to say it. It made your heart clench.
Without parting from your lips, he grabbed your hips in his large hands and pulled you into his lap. You smiled against his lips, happily straddling his lap as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
He playfully nipped at your bottom lip, soothing the sting with a flick of his tongue as his hands roamed the skin of your back, warm and searing.
“Fuck.” he growled against your lips, his hands squeezing your hips possessively. You giggled at his curse, your hands playfully tugging on his hair at the nape of his neck as he let out an appreciative groan. He pulled you until you were flushed to his body, feeling the hard planes of muscle through your shirt as his hands continued to run over the curve and dips of your own.
Katsuki’s lips trailed down your mouth to your neck, a calloused hand tilting your head to give him more access to the column of your throat. He pressed open-mouthed kisses until he reached your fluttering pulse where it jumped under his lips. He sucked on that spot until it turned red, he soothed the sting with his tongue before pulling back from your neck.
Katsuki’s chest panted with barely contained lust and desire, his red eyes felt…wild. “I need you baby,” he rasped, his hands digging into the meat of your ass. You let out a gasp, your arms tightening around his neck. “Need you bad.” he whispered into your ear, his breath hot on your skin. You shivered.
“Fuck okay–” That’s all he needed to hear, he wrapped his arms around your waist as he lifted you up and carried you to your shared bedroom, your legs wrapped around his waist. You could feel his muscles flexing beneath you as he held you with ease. He kicked the door open, his lips never leaving your skin, intent on marking, worshipping your soft skin.
He laid you down on the bed gently, eyes roaming your figure–the way your hair splayed out around your head, your breasts rising with each breath you took, the way your shirt rode up your stomach, exposing your hips and panties.
“You’re stunning,” Katsuki groaned as he licked his lips, you inhaled sharply at the compliment. He dragged his hands up your legs as he settled between them. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.” His fingers played with the edge of your underwear as his fiery eyes stared into you intently.
“Just want you.” you murmured, cupping his face in your soft hands as you pulled his lips back to yours. He let out a rumble, kissing you slow and deeply, as his hands appreciated your curves, squeezing and kneading your skin. Your heart jumped in your chest as he kissed you like he wanted to be under your skin, like he wanted to join your souls until they were one.
Your hands ran down his naked chest, massaging the muscles you love so much as your fingers traced the scars on his skin. He nibbled on your lip, your mouth opening to let out a low moan into his lips as his tongue explored your mouth like he was trying to consume you. Your hands entangled in his hair as you pulled away to breathe, chest heaving from the intensity of his kiss.
Katsuki trailed kisses down your throat, mouthing at the spot where your neck and shoulder meet, leaving another mark on your skin. His fingers found the hem of your shirt as he quickly pulled it over your head, eyeing the sight of your bare breasts.
He leaned down, his lips trailing over the swell of your breasts, his tongue darting out to flick against your sensitive nipple. Your back arched toward his lips as your hands tightened their hold in his hair. “What do you want from me pretty girl.” Katsuki breathed out against your breast, hot breath over your nipple as he continued to worship your breasts, marking them with his love.
His red eyes gazed up at you with a fierce, possessive intensity as his large hands squeezed your hips.
“I want your mouth.” you moaned, having to close your eyes at his intensity of his gaze, the sight overwhelming you.
His hand entangled in your hair, tilting your head so you looked into his eyes. “Look at me,” he growled, watching as you obeyed his command. “Don’t take your eyes off me.” he whispered against your lips before capturing them once more. He tilted your head back to deepen the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours as his other hand slid to the small of your back, holding you flush against him. Your nails dug into the skin of his back, the feeling of his bare chest pressing against yours was making your head dizzy.
Katsuki broke the kiss, his lips trailing over the sensitive skin of your collarbone, down to the valley between your breasts. “Pretty girl.” he murmured against your skin, his mouth enveloping a nipple, teasing it with his tongue as his hand palms and kneads your other breast. God, his hands were so large, they easily held your breasts in his scarred palms. You moaned lowly at the praise, your thighs clenching around his waist, feeling his hard-on pressed into your thigh.
His lips left your nipple with a pop as he treated your other breast with the same attention and care, his fingers tweaking and playing with your breast. His teeth playfully grazed the hardened nipple, grinning as you arched your back, pressing your chest further into his mouth with a groan.
“Like when I play with your nipples, baby?” he purred seductively, his lips now trailing over the soft underside of your breast, nipping at the pliant flesh with his teeth.
“Yes–” you gasped out, feeling arousal pooling in your stomach as your hips began to squirm under his. Katsuki groaned at the movement, pressing his hard cock into your thigh.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his fingers finding the edge of your panties. “Can I take these off pretty girl?” he rumbled, eyes staring intensely into yours.
“Yes please.” you lifted your hips up as he peeled away the offending material, watching a string of arousal follow it. He discarded your wet panties, spreading your thighs eagerly with large, calloused hands as he settled between your thighs.
“So wet for me,” he rumbled, parting your folds with rough fingers, brushing over your throbbing clit. “So perfect.” Katsuki leaned forward, pressing a hard kiss on your clit as your hips bucked up. His tongue flicked over the bud, his hands digging into the flesh of your thighs as he licked a firm stripe up your cunt.
“Katsuki.” you moaned, one hand tugging on his hair as the other gripped the sheets between your fist.
“You always taste good.” he groaned into your cunt, the vibrations of his voice shooting up your spine. He focused his mouth on your clit, sucking on it greedily as one finger teasing the edge of your entrance. You felt the pressure building in your stomach, your clit so sensitive from his never-ending assault on the bud. His hands pressed your thighs to the mattress, preventing your hips from moving so you were forced to take what he was giving you.
You gasped out, chest heaving as you felt your pleasure cresting, dangling over the edge. Katsuki gently nipped on the bud and you came with a sharp gasp, your body jolting as you fell over the edge.
The blonde groaned, “That’s my girl,” he helped you through your orgasm, tongue lapping up your release, moaning at the taste as his finger rubbed circles over your clit. As your body stopped trembling with aftershocks, he pressed one more kiss to your clit, grinning as you jolted before raising his head from between your thighs. “I could eat you out for days.” he rumbled, the lower half of his face wet with your arousal.
You blushed from his words, chest heaving for your orgasm as you tried to catch your breath. You watched as wiped his mouth off, licking your release off his fingers, your breath hitched at the erotic sight.
“Still want to keep going?” he asked gruffly, his hand rubbing comforting circles over the skin of your hip. You could feel his cock pressing into your inner thigh and your heart swelled at his thoughtful question.
“Yes, I want your cock Katsuki.” you purred, nails digging into the hard planes of his muscular back. The blonde lets out a low groan, hand wrapping around the base of his cock to alleviate the pressure.
“Jesus, you’re going to make me cum in my pants,” His red eyes stared into yours before he quickly discarded his sweatpants and boxers, his cock slapped against his stomach, the head leaking with arousal.
“Gonna stretch you out first, baby.” he grunted against your lips, pressing his mouth to yours in a searing kiss as a large finger slipped into your cunt. It fluttered and clenched as you moaned into his mouth, he swallowed the sound down eagerly.
One finger became two as he scissored and stretched open your pussy, brushing against your G-spot with each thrust. “Fuck Katsuki~” you whined, tossing your head back as you felt the familiar knot begin to tighten in your stomach.
“You gonna come around my fingers, pretty girl?” His hot breath washed over your ear and it sent shivers up your spine as you begun to roll your hips against his fingers. His thumb rubbed tight, rough circles over your clit as your pussy tightened around his fingers. “Come on baby, soak my fingers with your cum.” Katsuki’s lips found yours again as he kissed you deeply, his tongue running over your teeth.
You let out a loud moan, mouth open against his as you cum over his fingers, your release dripping down his fingers and wrist. “Perfect girl.” he rumbled against your lips, his fingers working you through your orgasm steadily until you groaned in overstimulation.
Your chest heaved as he gently withdrew his fingers, his tongue laving over the digits as he licked your cum off his fingers. You watched him with half-lidded eyes, body trembling from your two orgasms. He bent down to kiss your lips sweetly, you bit down the urge to shiver from your taste on his tongue, reaching to grab a condom from the bedside table.
The head of his cock was almost purple, he was so hard it nearly hurt, the thick head leaking pre-cum down the shaft. He rolled the condom over his cock with nimble fingers, shivering as he felt your gaze on him.
“Ready baby?” he rasped, his voice tight with need and desire as he ran his cock between your folds, coating it in your arousal.
“I need your cock Katsuki,” you pleaded, your voice high and breathy with lust and need. “Please baby.”
Katsuki let out a guttural groan as he felt his cock throb, he guided himself to your entrance, pushing in slowly into your tight, wet cunt. You both moaned at the feeling of him entering you, your nails digging into the muscle of his bicep as your cunt sucked him in eagerly.
“Fuck babe,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours as his hands dug into the flesh of your hips. “You’re so fucking tight.” Katsuki’s red eyes bore into yours as his hips were flushed against yours, the bone of his pelvis pressing into your clit.
You panted, your hot breath on his lips as you adjusted to his thick cock, your walls fluttering around him. He rolled his hips, pulling back little bit by bit, allowing you to feel his hot cock, even through the condom.
“You feel so good.” you gasped out, rolling your hips experimentally against his, eyes fluttering shut at pleasure shooting up your spine. Katsuki let out an erotic moan that made your cunt clench around his cock, his fingers digging into your hips.
“Give me a minute baby, I’m going to blow my load if you keep moving.” he rasps, panting hot breath into your neck as he tries to reign himself in. Your heart stutters in your chest at his words, giggling quietly as you run your hands over his back, your eyes roaming over the contours of his body. He was so hot and all yours.
His hips thrusted up into yours and you let out a moan, your grip tightening on his back. He let out a shaky breath as he pulled his hips back, just leaving the tip in before thrusting forward. His face remained in the crook of your neck as he began to thrust, each stroke of his cock hitting deep in your cunt.
“I missed this perfect pussy,” Katsuki grunted, taking his head out of the crook of your to stare down at you, his red eyes dark with lust. His hands wandered to the flesh of your ass as he began to move your body to meet his thrusts. He picked up his pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the bedroom as his fingers dug into your ass. “My pretty girl.” he groaned, his lips peppering kisses over the skin of your neck and chest.
“Baby.” you moaned, tossing your head back into the pillow as your mouth fell open, letting out sounds of pleasure. The knot was building again, pleasure shooting up your spine with each thrust of his delicious hips.
His thumb found your clit, rubbing it with firm, tight circles. Your body jolted as you let out a cry, your clit sensitive as it throbbed under his thumb. “Let me hear you baby.” Katsuki growled, his eyes boring into yours, taking in your wanton expression. The way your mouth fell open, cheeks flushed, a sheen of sweat on your forehead was making his balls tighten with renewed desire.
He changed the pace of his hips, now thrusting deep and slow, letting you feel every vein of his cock, feeling it throb with desire as he gripped your ass tightly. With each thrust, he hit your G-spot with precision that was making your body shake. Your cunt clenched around his cock like a vice as you neared the edge of your orgasm.
“Cum for me baby,” he commanded, his red eyes staring into yours as he redoubles his efforts on your clit. You let out a loud keen, your eyebrows furrowed as you close your eyes tightly. “Cum on my cock, pretty girl.”
With those words, you cum with a sharp cry of his name, your cunt clenching and fluttering around him. Katsuki let out a low growl of your own, fucking you through your orgasm as he felt his release building.
He lets out a moan of your name as he orgasms, filling the condom with his hot cum as he rolls his hips against yours. The blonde peppers your face with kisses, slowly coming down from his orgasm. He leans back, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss full of love and contentment. “You were perfect, my love.” he rasps out, pulling out of your cunt slowly, his eyes watching as you wince slightly at the feeling.
He ties the condom and throws it away, wrapping his arms around you, pulling your spent body flush with his. Katsuki tucks you both under the covers, pressing a tender kiss to your temple, brushing away the sweaty strands of hair from your forehead. You snuggle happily into his arms, resting your head on his chest, feeling his heart beat in time with yours.
“I’ve missed you,” you murmured into the crook of his neck, placing a gentle kiss there. “More than just this.”
“Me too, baby,” Katsuki said softly, holding you close to his chest as his hand rubs soothing circles on your hip. “I hope you have no plans this weekend my love. I want to show you how much I missed you, in more ways than one.” He smirked down at you, his hand playfully grabbing your ass. You let out a chuckle, your arms tightening around his waist.
“Just plans to rot and spend time with you.” you mumbled, tracing shapes on his firm chest.
“Sounds perfect to me,” he rumbled, pressing another kiss to your temple. “Let’s sleep, sweetheart.” Katsuki nuzzled his nose into your hair, softly inhaling the scent of your shampoo.
You nodded and wrapped in his arms, breathing in his comforting scent—you fell asleep, happy and content to have temporarily quenched the longing in your heart for your boyfriend.
Very rough drabble but Albert being vaguely manipulative for fun < 3
Please send rqs, my brain is clueless but wanting to Write
You smiled shyly. You were laughing along with the two other people that worked at the hardware store that were your age, it seemed natural that you guys should be friends right? They just happened to always make you feel a bit…awkward.
The two others shared a look that made your nerves spike. The two went to the back, before they went to restock shelves. You thought about the interaction. The two always seemed to put space between you and them two, two vs one. You jumped at the voice suddenly behind you.
“They talk behind your back.”
You turned slowly, behind you stood one of your older coworkers. Albert was always pretty quiet, he rarely spoke to people, always seemed against his will when he did. You blinked.
“Sorry?”
He tilted his head towards the back. “They make fun of you behind your back. Don’t waste your time.” He said roughly before walking away, leaving you feeling stunned.
Watching him disappear, you sighed, almost feeling relieved. If those two made of you behind their back, you didn’t have to keep trying.
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Suddenly though, the next few days at work were really awkward. In a room alone with the two, which you overhead Albert call idiot one and two, they’d see you enter the room and practically run. When you tried to talk to them, they gave short replies and ran.
They were rude, but now work felt worse. People actively avoiding you felt weird, but not because they didn’t like you, they just seemed afraid.
You were pulling slabs of wood, looking for the right size per a request when you heard Albert again. “So they do know how not to run their mouths huh?”
You turned, giving him a look. “I guess?”
He had a weird look on his face, smiling to himself. “You’re welcome.”
You dropped the wood board back into place. “What? What did you do?” You looked at him with surprise, this was practically the most he’d ever spoken to you, and he went behind your back and did something?
“I told those two if they kept running their mouths about you, they’d get what’s coming to them.” You stared at him.
When you said nothing, Albert shrugged. “You’re welcome.” He affirmed again.
He walked away, you stood there, before turning back to the task at hand. So your older coworker seemed to yell at the other two. It was fine enough if they didn’t want to talk to you if they were rude anyway, but what the hell.
-
Idiots one and two were completely ignoring you, so you tried to talk to Albert since he’d kind of defended you but he ignored you too.
You’d asked for his help moving some slabs of wood and metal around and he seemed to huff every time, and yet as you quietly stocked things, you could catch him looking at you from around the corners. It went on for a while, you did your best to put up with it but as life combined all at once, his actions made you irritated.
“Can you please hold the ladder, it’s still broken while I grab the boxes down for the End Cap and 90° pipe pieces? Knuckleheads grabbed the wrong ones.” Your voice was soft, you gave him a small smile and he wasn’t doing much beside moving papers in the back. He stood up straight and huffed.
Immediately you backed out.
“Fucks sake never mind.”
You turned and made your way from the back. You could hear him quick behind you.
“What?” He snapped back and you turned suddenly.
“You treat me like I mean nothing but you’ll watch me around the store like I mean everything.”
He stopped in his tracks. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” His eyes were wide as he almost reached out to you.
You turned away, face flushing realizing your words.
“Just leave me alone.” You grabbed the ladder, you could still hear him,
“Hey, hey!” He shouted after you.
You flung out the ladder setting it up, it wobbled immediately. You got a few steps up, grabbing the boxes, barely reading them over, it wobbled again, creaking. You worked in a hardware store, why the hell was it still broken was beyond you.
It creaked again but suddenly stopped wobbling as you stepped further up. Your face was clear with irritation but after a few more moments you looked down, Albert was holding the ladder, staring up at you. You couldn’t read his expression. You now huffed and you grabbed one of the boxes and gently tossed it down to him, he placed it on the floor.
You kept looking at the boxes, you shook your head. “You tell people not to talk to me, I talk to you, you ignore me.” You mummered irritated at him.
Albert tutted, “I know what’s best for you, even if you don’t, clearly.”
You pulled down another box, stepped down a few steps. You turned your head looking down at him, “I don’t need you.” Albert stared for a moment as before he smiled as he stepped back.
Suddenly the ladder made a screech and toppled over, you almost going with it. You wobbled as you jumped to the side, barely saving yourself. You looked at the ladder that now sat in two. You looked at him, heart racing, you grabbed the other box from the floor bedside him, you sped away from him. “Order a new fucking ladder.”
Albert smiled as you walked away.
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On, off, on, off. Every day you worked with him it was a guessing game if he was gonna be nice and talk to you or ignore you.
On days he spoke to you, you got butterflies and your face flushed. On days he ignored you, you pretended he also didn’t exist.
Then you decided to play it back, he was particularly chatty so you kept giving short replies or leaving when he also came into the room. It was just the two of you closing, honestly you were kind of enjoying this. He seemed to have a limerent feeling towards you today.
You were in the back office looking through peoples orders that they had to come pick up tomorrow.
“What’s your deal?” Albert’s voice was rough.
You turned to look at him blankly. “Sorry?” You almost smiled at his irritation.
Albert gave you a soured look. You moved to place the papers back on the desk. “Oh do you not like when I act like you do?”
Something seemed to click behind his eyes, he moved towards you, you gave him a look as his large hands grabbed around your upper arms.
“You’re kidding me, let me guess, you like me?”
Your eyes widened suddenly. “I ignore you and that’s what you get?”
Albert squeezed your arms, your skin felt afire under his fingers. “Yeah…” he said it rough, and it clicked for you.
Albert smiled widely as you got it, he leaned down, his lips suddenly met yours. You stood stunned. But you eased into it, then he slowly let you go.
He moved a hand up to grasp your jaw between his finger and thumb, you gave him a look. “I told those two you’d be mine, I told them you didn’t need them while they just laughed behind your back.”
He had an odd smile on his face before he turned and left the office. You leaned back against the desk, face red, hot. You were attracted to him but….he made you uneasy.
You turned, looking at the papers, eyes unfocused.
Tags: T, RED/RED, established relationship, they were colleagues (oh god they were colleagues), colleagues with benefits meandering to lovers, fluff, domestic, cuddling, it’s about the Incremental Trust and Allowances you see, a fic where nothing happens but gentle cosy vibes
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Engineer stopped Sniper in the corridor after the day's match.
“Son, I don't know if you know, but there's a big storm coming in tonight,” he said. “Now, I ain't telling you what to do, but me? I brought my truck into the garage and I'll be closing the shutters nice and tight sometime after dinner.”
“Shit, I'd better get the van in then,” Sniper remarked. He nodded at Engineer. “Thanks for the warning, mate.”
“No problem. I'd hate to be stuck out there with hail the size of baseballs coming down. You take care now.”
“Thanks,” Sniper repeated and he went to drive the van into the garage.
It was a tight fit, with everyone's vehicles there. Engie's Ute was parked well clear of Spy's fancy sports car with its metallic cover sheet, which meant Sniper had to inch forward and reverse maybe a hundred times to squeeze in without toppling Scout's badly parked scooter. When he finally parked, he could barely get out, and the doors to his living space were blocked.
He had an assigned room in the base, which was a separate building from the garage. It took him a while to remember how to get to it. When he did, he opened the door to… boxes.
“Huh,” Sniper said, standing there with his bag.
There was a weird smell, and the handwriting on the labels was illegible. Probably Medic's doing.
Sniper briefly thought about asking him to move them, but it was a lot of boxes. Medic would probably offer to let him sleep in the sick bay instead and Sniper would much rather not.
He'd just sleep on the sofa in the common room, he decided.
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Sniper was a pretty light sleeper when he wasn't safely tucked away in his own bed. Occupational hazard, he had to stay awake so much on stakeouts and such, or be aware if something was going to sneak up on him and kill him whether it be a bush critter or an enemy spy.
The common room had two doors and was open to the kitchen. Sniper was woken up by Heavy getting a snack, Scout getting orange juice, Heavy getting supper, Pyro baking cookies, Engineer wandering by for a beer and to nick one of Pyro's cookies, Demoman getting some sort of dessert alcohol, Heavy eating most of the cookies, Medic putting something into the orange juice, and Spy getting coffee.
The smell of coffee woke Sniper up with no hope of going back to sleep. He yawned and sat up.
“Morning,” he mumbled at Spy grumpily.
Spy raised an eyebrow.
“Good morning,” Spy replied.
“Give us a coffee then,” Sniper said, dragging himself over to the table.
“Certainly, though you should know it is…” Spy checked his watch, “02:34 am. “
Sniper groaned and buried his face in his arms, nose squashing against the table.
“02:34 am? Bloody hell, Spy, mate, why are you getting a coffee at 02:34 am?”
“I wanted a coffee,” Spy replied, and he poured one for Sniper.
They raised their cups and took a sip of the very hot coffee.
“I see the good doctor has not returned your bedroom,” Spy remarked.
Sniper scoffed, looking at his reflection in his coffee. He looked terrible.
“I didn't ask. He's got that look in his eyes and he was here earlier messing about with the orange juice.”
“A wise decision,” Spy commented, and then, “You could ask me instead.”
Sniper looked up at him blearily.
“Wait, you'd ask Medic for me?” asked Sniper.
“Absolutely not. I have no intention of drawing his attention to myself. However, you are welcome in my bed.”
Spy's eyes were half-lidded and full of suggestion, and he took a sip of coffee while Sniper processed this. Sniper felt distinctly unsexy and grumpy and sleepy. But a bed that wasn't in the middle of a bloody circus would be so nice. Spy's room would definitely be quiet.
“Thanks, though as a heads up I don't know that I'm up for sex right now," Sniper said honestly.
“That was not a condition,” Spy assured him.
“Then yeah, after coffee, thanks,” Sniper accepted.
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Sniper had never been to Spy's bedroom before. They'd done it in Sniper's assigned room, hotels, Spy's smoking room, Sniper's van and on one memorable occasion, under the stars by a fire. But Spy's room had always been off limits.
Spy had Sniper stand facing a wall while he de-armed his traps and then when Sniper stepped into the room, Spy pointed out an invisible line which Sniper should not cross. Sniper's side of the room had access to a double bed and private bathroom (Scout would complain endlessly if he heard about that). Spy's side had a large desk and bookshelf that formed the entire wall.
“I will have the light on as I am still working,” Spy told him. His tone wasn't particularly apologetic, but Sniper knew him well enough by now.
“No problem,” Sniper said. “Come to bed whenever, shove me one side if you gotta.”
“I will,” Spy replied, a small curve to his mouth.
Sniper went straight to bed, dropping his bag next to it and climbing in. It smelled like Spy, like he could wrap himself up in Spy if he pulled the blanket just right, if he buried his face in the pillow. He sighed deeply and felt his whole body relax from tension he hadn't even been aware he had.
Sniper closed his eyes and fell asleep to the sound of Spy writing and the soft shuffle of papers.
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Later he woke from a shifting of the mattress. The lights were off and Spy was getting into bed.
Sniper felt bold in the dark and dared to reach for Spy's waist, to bodily pull him close enough for their legs to intertwine and their chests to touch.
He was going to ask how work went but then Spy's foot touched his own and he blurted out, “Mate, why're your feet so cold? Are you cold?”
“I feel fine,” Spy said.
“It's like you're a bloody fish!”
“Thank you, very flattering,” Spy replied flatly.
“You sure you're not a cold-blooded snake or something?”
“Oh no, you have found my secret. Yes, I invited you to warm my bed but now that you know I must kill you,” Spy duly bantered back and Sniper laughed and squeezed him in a hug.
“You can't kill me. Who'd warm your bed then, huh, ya ol’ copperhead?”
“An excellent point. I have no choice but to postpone your death. For now.”
Sniper chuckled and pulled Spy in closer, tucked his chin over the familiar balaclava. He closed his eyes and just listened to the sound of Spy breathing, felt the strong heartbeat from the palm he laid over Spy's back. Despite the ribbing he'd given Spy earlier, it was warm.
“G'night, spook,” Sniper mumbled.
“Goodnight,” Spy replied.
=== the end ===
A/N: my first public tf2 fic waowww i'm late for valentines but hope u enjoyed!!
I have a screwdriver. Ancient, green handle, the words Chrome Vanadium proudly engraved in the metal’s chipping finish. It’s been with me for almost as long as I can remember.
It was shaped to be held in a human hand but, in the same way, my hand has grown around it. My understanding of the world has grown around it. My understanding of how objects, devices can be taken apart. Be understood. Be examined. Be repaired.
I’ve run my fingers across that handle so many times that I can feel its contours when I close my eyes. I know its curves like I would a lover’s. I can count the ridges and feel its weight in my mind’s palm, feel how subtly I need to compensate with my shoulder when I lift it from my tool chest. I can feel myself spin it, flip it in my hand as I adjust my position.
I don’t just feel it, I feel through it. I can feel the strength I need to put in to give that screw its first twist, how my hand grips the rubber ridges that flex and settle and make it so much easier to be precise. Force, but not violence. Controlled, until the seal breaks and the dance changes. Fingers moving across its surface, the driver itself twirling in my hand until the screw comes undone and clings weakly to its fading magnetic tip. Its strength has waned over time, but that’s okay. We’ve been together so long, I grew with the shift.
It was there when I opened my first computer, it was there when I built my first prop, it will be there in my mind’s eye for as long as my mind exists.
It was shaped to be held, and in doing so it shaped me. It shaped how I hold tools, how I interact with the world, how I move, how I feel, how I know.
ugh. i decided to force myself to write something and actually post it for the first time and a billion years to see if i still enjoyed the process. sigh.
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