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poisonsage808 · 5 months ago

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Ma Meilleure Ennemie

Steb x Reader

warnings: set before and in season 2, language, angst, violence, police brutality

Judgement was a hard thing to shake. Topsiders were wealthy in their demeaning ideas of how the undercity worked. Fortunately, it often would work in your favor. They could say what they wanted about Zaunites, you took care of your own. Rumors and lies didn’t spread half as fast as a warning.

“Enforcers!”

Promises sacred down here too. Deals? Made to be broken, everyone knew that. Anyone could make a deal knowing full well that double crossings were a daily occurrence. Promises were special, though. Friends hooked their pinkies together in sincerity, a vow to uphold; while lovers whispered sacred oaths coated in devotion. A promise is a promise.

You should’ve known a topsider wouldn’t keep one.

Fuck, your lungs burned and itched like they were turning to cinders. You were on fire from the inside out, set ablaze when you couldn’t outrun the giant, moving, grey cloud that chased you. You could barely breathe inside of it, choking on the ashes of your lungs while your body tried to force them out.

You were staggering blindly on your hands and knees just trying to make it out of the death cloud alive. Another cough racked your body, desperate for air. Through your closed eyes you were blinded by white light. You fought against the hands that gripped you.

Swearing with a scratchy throat, you growled out, “Leave us alone!”

You heard your name, felt an obscenely gentle palm at your cheek and instantly knew who it belonged to. Behind that soulless mask was—

“Steb?” You croaked, peaking out of one bloodshot eye to no avail.

It couldn’t be. He wouldn’t do something like this.

Not-Steb ripped off his mask and pressed it to your face. The hissing noise made you wince and pull away but the enforcer held it firm against you. Air— real air; not the poorly filtered kind that you were used to— rushed to your lungs. It was frightening, addictive. Something topsiders took for granted every waking day.

Barely clear headed, thoughts and questions began battling in your mind. Weakly, you wrapped your hand around Not-Steb’s wrist. The grey smoke was lingering in the distance but you’d been dragged just far enough that you could breathe again. Suddenly, you shoved the hand and mask away. You kicked back, hitting a wall that you used to get back on your feet. Blinking away the sting, you shook your head until your vision focused.

Your heart sunk.

“You’re…” Your brows stitched together in confusion and rising anger. “What’re you doing?”

Steb, the Steb that you loved and trusted, straightens at your accusatory tone. He blinks carefully, eyes darting all around as he tries to come up with an answer.

“I thought when you wanted to become a fucking bucket head, it was to help.”

You never minded that he was quiet, never made him talk when he didn’t want to. The two of you could sit in silence for hours. Sometimes the conversation would go on and on with only your voice filling the gaps, sometimes he felt like contributing more and you’d tease that he was being too chatty. He’d laugh, a sound you loved, and find a way to get back at you.

You and Steb found a way to communicate without words.

“How is this helping, Steb?”

However you needed a fucking answer for this.

Hurried footsteps rush towards you just when his lips part. A smaller enforcer, but an enforcer all the same. Orange whisps peak out from under the barrette and you can feel their glare underneath those haunting goggles. They point their gun at your nose, voice distorted from the mask.

“You got one!” They say, rather cheerfully, to Steb. To you, “Do you have information on the fugitive Jinx?”

You spat at their boots.

Steb’s eyes widen slightly, his brows tilting up. He’d never seen this side of you before. He’s never had to.

The enforcer turns their weapon and the butt of their gun comes crashing, aimed for your shoulder. You didn’t flinch, so you didn’t miss Steb throw his arm out to stop his colleague. There’s a moment of confusion, a struggle as he grabs their weapon and wrenches it away.

“What the hell, Riba!?”

“Yeah, what the hell.” You mock.

“That’s enough, Nolen!” Steb’s deep voice holds a bizarre sense of authority. You’re not used to seeing him this way either.

You’re almost jealous of the silent argument he shares with the enforcer, Nolen, until he pushes their gun into their chest. You smirk, feeling mildly satisfied at their walk of shame back into the grey but it falls the minute you find yourself back in Steb’s gaze.

“So that’s how it is, huh? Gas and beat the answers out of us?”

He reached for you quickly, desperate to tell you that wasn’t what was happening; it wasn’t what you thought it was; this was important. Something along those lines you were sure. Enforcers were predictable that way. And you knew if he managed to get ahold of you again, that you would melt into his touch and believe him because you so very badly wanted to.

“Why d’ya wanna be a bucket head anyways?”

Hopping off the last stone, you made it over the stream only to slip backwards. A hand shot out immediately and locked on your arm, yanking you to the rocky shore. You laughed but your friend didn’t. Steb’s vicious side eye was halfhearted but serious all the same.

“Yeah, yeah, you wanna help people. I didn’t forget! Jus’ think it’s stupid s’all. Never met one enforcer that wanted to help.”

Your heart constricts so tightly it brings tears to your eyes. Anger turns to mourning before you can stop it.

“We pretended as long as we could Stubby, but we can’t ignore it anymore.”

A familiar warmth encased your wrist, smaller sliding down until a smaller digit curled around your pinky. Your shoulder slumped upon contact. You knew when you turned around his ears would be flattened and his big, blue, crystal eyes, soft and pleading.

“Please,” he manages. His mouth open and shuts but he can’t summon any other words.

“Riba!”

You can see his ears flattening at the sound of returning footsteps, and more. Locking eyes with him, you make sure he knows what you can’t bring yourself to say. Steb winces as his name is shouted again, unable to tear his eyes from you. He’s scanning you like he’s trying to commit your face to memory, something he’s done in adoration and longing when you’re forced to part. This time it’s fear. His boot shuffles back, body angled to leave but he refuses to move, torn between duty and love.

“Go do what you have to.” You said as sweetly as you could in hopes it would cover the venom of your words.

“I didn’t forget, Stubby,” you tilted your head, wearing a lopsided smile. Intertwining all your fingers, you held his hand firmly and continued tugging him down the path, “You promised to be the first.”

You made the choice for him and took off running.

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theunknownenforcer · 22 days ago

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"FISH DUDE!"

Rather disrespectful don’t you think?

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angelltheninth · 3 months ago

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When Arcane Men Get Jealous

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Finn, Marcus, Loris, Steb x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, jealousy, possessive behavior, being protective, kissing in public, biting, holding hands, public display of affection, canon typical violence, suggestive

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A/N: Would die if they were jealous over me. Melt into a puddle. Gone.

When Viktor gets jealous he gets a bit more withdrawn than he usually is. Not that he was ever a social butterfly, however he was always more open and happy to talk when it was with you. So his behavior is odd, he even seems to get quieter whenever you walk into the room. Like he's trying to remove himself from you with silence.

"I am not avoiding you. Look, there has been a lot to do for the past week, I'm sorry if you got a bad impression but I was simply busy. If you want more company, go ask Jayce, or Skye, I'm sure they will be more than happy to entertain you, darling."

Viktor is short with his answers, saying as little as possible to minimize the amount of time he spends talking to you. Not because he doesn't want to talk to you, he loves talking to you, but if he keeps talking there's a chance he might say something he's going to regret. And end up hurting you.

"There you go again with these ridiculous accusations. You won't leave it alone will you? So now it's my fault that your project is running late? I would have been happy to help but someone was too busy talking with... you know what, nevermind. You're right, we both have a lot to do, so let's just drop this conversation and focus on work."

If you keep getting in the way of his work, Viktor will eventually come to a breaking point. Him not being able to work is only adding to his emotions, and he's never been the best at dealing with them. While he doesn't exactly yell at you, it's very rare that he ever raises his voice there's a notable frustration in his words, and pain, fear that you'd leave.

"If I'm being so unreasonable then leave. Go. Have fun. I know it's not idea to be cooped up in the lab all the time. There are so many more things to do out there. if you... want to go with other people I suppose I can't stop you, nor can I stop my own jealousy. How am I being even more unreasonable? I know you wouldn't leave me without talking about it. Look... I do not... want you to leave, working is more fun with you. But am I truly all that you want? Me? This lab? Because you're all I want. All that I can think of."

When Jayce gets jealous he keeps invading your personal space when you're around the person or people he's jealous of. His behavior is nothing innapropriate or pushy. It's just his arm around your waist, just him bringing you that drink you wanted, just him bragging about you a bit too loud and saying how much he loves you.

"You really are great, babe. How in Runterra did I ever find a beauty like you huh? What's that bashfulness for now, I always praise you, and I'm never gonna stop. You're my girl right? I can be a proud boyfriend and talk you up every once in a while."

Physical affection a big deal to Jayce and a way he shows he cares but also a giveaway to his jealousy. He holds your hand longer, his eyes flicker between you and the one he's jealous off, his smile is a bit more nervous when he has to leave you alone. Then there are his kisses, not as gentle, not a little, quick peck on the edge of your lips but a real kiss, lips pressed against yours until you let him know you need air.

"Got a bit carried away there. Ah, sorry, I can't resist you sometimes. All the time. Do you expect me to when you wear lipstick like that? Makes your lips look like they're made to be kissed. By me specifically. I'd kiss you all night long, for the rest of our lives and never get tired of it."

Jayce keeps denying that he's jealous when you bring it up in a teasing way. Logically there's no reason to get jealous, everyone knows your relationship is doing great, in fact you're hardly ever fighting and even when you are it doesn't last too long. How does he turn that part of his brain off? How can he not get jealous when all those people look at you the way he looks at you?

"They're always looking at you. How can you not notice? It's so obvious. You don't notice because... you're only looking at me? That doesn't even make sense! Of course they're looking, you're breathtaking everywhere you go. I just hope that wherever you go, you'll always take me with you, because I want to be by your side forever."

Ekko often jokes about being jealous so you don't pick up on him actually being jealous. A little jealousy is fine but not when it's getting in the way of his missions and operations with his team. He'd been a bit distracted in the past, by one of the Firelights flying too close to you, so he pushed his way between you two.

"It was the formation! Which you would have remembered if you weren't too busy chatting. Come on, Firefly, get your head in this. Otherwise you're gonna make your leader jealous. Wouldn't want that right? What if... what if you get demoted for it? Hey! Ow! I wouldn't demote you, who would listen to all my plans?"

When you have free time together Ekko makes sure to spend as much time with you as possible. If you're together all the time there's less chance that someone else will swoop in and flirt with you. He would never describe his behavior as being clingy, all he wants is to spend free time with his girlfriend. That is perfectly normal behavior.

"What do you say we go out to get some food? We don't have to spend all our time here. Not like the tree is gonna burn down if we're away for a couple of hours right? Besides it's been a while since it was just you and me all alone. Miss being alone with you. Don't you miss it too?"

If the person he's jealous of ever puts you in danger in any way Ekko will go off on them. Harder than he scolded others in the past. He might let some of his jealousy show then, but he storms off, well flies off before you can talk to him. As much as he wants to be alone he also makes room for you on his hoverboard when you float down next to him.

"Shouldn't have went off on them like that. I know, you don't gotta say it, I'll say I'm sorry. Let cool off a bit. You'd think that if they were flirting with you that much they could have been looking out a bit better. I'm always looking out for you. Maybe a bit too much. Sorry if I've been weird about it lately. Would you forgive me if I took you on a romantic hoverboard ride?"

No one wants to piss off a big man like Vander by flirting with his wife. Everyone values their life and their bones too much. But... they stare at you. Quite openly actually. You see it, and you bet he sees it too. He sees everything that's happening at his bar and he won't stand for someone ogling his wife, even if he has to get aggressive about it.

"It's my damn bar, I've got the right to break the table with their heads when they're looking at ya like that. Tell ya what, a lot more people would avoid this place if I started beating up every asshole that looks at ya wrong. Only reason I don't is cause I don't want ya to be mad at me after."

He hasn't banned anyone from his bar in a very long time. Vander knows he tolerates a lot, this is Zaun, and some people don't have the best manners, that's not exactly their fault. But on the other hand if they start something with him then he will finish it. When he tells them to stop looking at you like you like you were one of Babette's workers and they get in his face he will pick them up and throw them out.

"Bastards had it coming. I tried to be nice, then they had to go and call ya names. Ain't no way in hell I'm gonna let anyone insult my wife. Not here, not on the streets, not anywhere. I went there and I wanted to talk to them, tell them to fuck the hell off, they were the ones who started getting violent. So I responded in kind."

Vander calls you over to the bar a bit more often if he sees a particular table is trying to monopolize you. He carries some of the drinks over, the food plates too, or he simply walks up behind you when one of the guys is getting flirty. Seeing his imposing, huge frame behind you, his muscles bulging, is enough to get most to back off you.

"See, darlin', I can talk things out just fine. When people are being smart about it that is. Might have to stop selling so much booze in this place, then they won't be so bold with ya. Ya are a pretty sight, I can't say otherwise. But ya are a pretty sight for me, not them, ain't that right? Mhm. I know, I'm all yer's too."

Silco never ever says he's jealous of anyone. He is the most powerful man in all of Zaun, everyone is scared of him and with good reason. As the Eye of Zaun he knows when people are looking, talking too, and might even try to touch you. Those people are often payed a not so nice visit by his men.

"I did hear about that gang, yes. It's very unfortunate that they don't know how to keep their noses where they don't belong. It's not that big of a loss on our end. There are a hundred people who can do their work, and better. All that matters is that they won't even have to think about not touching you again."

He rarely has to get his own hands dirty when he gets jealous. All it takes is him saying who the target or targets are and he makes them dissapear from Zaun. That doesn't always have to be deadly, but if they're really dumb it is. If Silco feels that you're in some kind of danger then he will keep you close by. He tries to distract you from seeing he's jealous.

"All I'm saying is that we could take a break from work. Sevika and Jinx can handle a week of it. And you and me can lock ourselves up in our home and not come out. The bedroom works perfectly fine too, if you'd rather spend our time in there. And what is it that I'm doing, darling? Jealous? You are an observant one. I wouldn't want you any other way."

The only time Silco will threaten someone in person is if that someone is bold enough to flirt with you in front of them. He can scare people within an inch of their life just by talking to them, he's not just a good businessman, and some people tend to forget that. He has Zaun in the palm of his hand, and everyone in it.

"He did not actually piss himself. Did he actually. Hm, I wasn't look at him anymore to be honest. He was spineless, surprising given he talked to you like he did. Guess he was thinking with his other head a bit too much for his own good. Why are you looking at me that way? Ah, I see. Looks like someone enjoyed watching me put a scumbag into his place a bit too much."

Since Finn isn't someone who would take anything lying down he will be damned before he sees someone coming onto his woman and not do anything about it. He might have a certain charm about him but that doesn't mean he's not ready to makes heads roll the moment when someone crosses any kind of line with you. Imaginary or otherwise.

"Hah, did you see that doll? As soon as I threw one punch he went down. All his buddies ran like rats. Left him all alone there. After all that tough talk and he couldn't even defend himself. Serves him right. He's lucky all I did was break his nose when he flirted with you. I wasn't even that far away."

Finn will make out with you in front of who ever he is jealous of just to prove a point to them. And while he has you moaning, has your head buried against his neck and your body running hot he will look at the other person and stick his tongue out at them, right before making a V with his fingers and putting his tongue between them. He's vulgar but it gets the point across very well.

"All these people looking at what's mine. Now, I can't have that right? I love that you're showing off your body, it's a great body, you know how much I love it. But sometimes I want to keep you away from prying eyes. And if I can't the least I can do is give them a show. Make them know I'm the only one who can touch you."

His jacket is a signature part of his outfit, but Finn will let you wear it. Hell, he will walk over and drape it over your shoulders while not even looking at whoever you're talking to. Sometimes they're not worth looking at when he can look at the pretty way you blush as you touch his hand that's lingering on your shoulder.

"Thought you looked a bit cold there. Keep this on all night. Later on I'll help you warm up my way, a much more fun way. Don't even worry about your perfume getting all into this, love having your scent all over me. And by tomorrow you're gonna be wearing all of my marks."

There are a lot of people in the Enforcers who tease Marcus about having such a pretty wife. He knows you're pretty, but he doesn't like that the department is noticing it so much as well. Not that there's any way for him to hide it, or that he wants you to hide it, that would be a real crime.

"I was not pouting. That is so childish. I was glaring at them. Well, they were the ones who stared first. You visit me at work, like that's such a big deal. We're married, honey, I pick you up from work too. Why is it such a big deal here? I think they're just trying to get a rise out of me."

Won't deny that he's feeling jealous or shy away from showing it. When Marcus notices any of his men flirting with you he makes them work extra hard that day, he gives them more paperwork, something that everyone hates there, or assigns them to the toughest jobs that he knows will take them days to complete. He can't help but chuckle when you visit again and they're too tired to flirt with you, they just say hello.

"What do you mean I'm picking on them? Of course not. You know how hard it is to deal with all these extra cases. Someone has to take on a few more. No, the fact that it's the same Enforcers who gave you flowers that one time has nothing to do with it. You think it does? And do you have evidence of this accusation?"

Marcus isn't shy about kissing you in front of the whole department. If that's what it takes to send them all a clear message to back off. It's always perfectly chaste kisses, but he does make sure that everyone hears him say he loves you when you leave. He smirks when eyes turn to him and he wishes them all a good rest of their day.

"Now you call me petty. All of these accusations and you still don't have any evidence. That's not a very good way to have a case. You've been keeping count have you? Oh. You... actually have been keeping count? I'm guilty? Fine, you got me, you got me. Maybe... that was a little petty of me, but I'm not sorry."

Every time Loris is jealous it's almost impossible for him to hide that fact. He's a big guy, nothing about him is easy to his, not even his emotions. And he's loud, so every time he huffs, mumbles something, or grunts you hear it. Your eyes meet and he looks away, his hand grasping yours and running his thumb over the back of your hand.

'They were staring at you a bit too much for my liking, pretty girl. If they were as tough as they pretend they were they should have held their ground more. Proves they were all bark and no bite. People like that really get on my nerves, and then they talk to my girl like she's single."

Loris invites you to have lunch with him quite often, even more often when he gets jealous of someone who works with him. Dealing with them in any other way would be unprofessional of him, and might get him in trouble. This way he gets to avoid that, avoid them, and spend a nice lunch date with you. No matter how you look at it he's the real winner here.

"Looks so good. But if you keep looking at me like that I might get hungry for something else besides the food. Just try shifting the blame on me when you know exactly how you're looking at me right now. I wouldn't risk it at work, but... if you showed up with a few hickeys on your neck it might get the rest of the department to stop flirting with you."

As much as he tries to make his jealousy go away it's not easy. Loris knows he should be an example for others, after all he had been an Enforcer for a long time, he can't just let his emotions get the better of him. Hard to keep those emotions down when they concern you. If nothing else works he will intimidate people. Easy enough for him. But he would rather that be a last resort.

"If he wasn't ready to throw fists and words at me then he shouldn't have thrown flirty words at you. He should be able to back himself up if he's gonna be saying stuff like that. All I did was pick him up and throw him outside. Hey, I might get in a bit of trouble for it, but at least he'll leave you alone from now on. I'd risk my badge for you if I have to, you know that."

Since he is the quiet type Steb shows his emotions and jealousy is one that he works hard to surpress. Every time he notices that someone is standing a little too close to you he walks over and looks at you, lovingly, then he looks at the other person with a glare, a deadly one. All the while he's standing shoulder to shoulder with you.

"Come now, angelfish, they weren't even worth your time. We both know they only had one thing in mind when they were talking to you. I could see it in their eyes. I don't appreciate that they looked at you like that. And I know you don't either. So I felt like I had to step in."

He is very physical with his jealousy. Steb lets his eyes and touches linger a few moments longer when he wants to make a point to someone. While he knows you don't hate it he also doesn't want to come off as too jealous or too possessive over you. You can take care of yourself and he loves that about you, he's watched you put people in their place often, but there are times where he can't hold himself back.

"I could feel your fingers interlocking with mine. You wanted me to stand close to you when they weren't leaving you alone. Would you have raised your voice if I hadn't walked over? It would be amusing to see it. But I think those kisses we shared also sent an equally powerful message. You didn't have to bit me though."

Steb nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck when he's feeling really, really jealous of someone. He makes it look less possessive than it is, pretending like he's overhearing something you have to say, and then pushing himself just a little bit closer. His cold lips make contact with your neck, sending shivers down your body before he brushes your lips with his thumb and leaves with a smirk.

"That ought to be enough. I could have done more but marking you in public might have been a step too far. We can enjoy things like that in private however. I enjoy being close to you in any context, and if it makes others realize you're not looking for anyone because you've already got a man then I enjoy it even more."

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vieoeil-riae · 5 months ago

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must be dreamin'

steb/fem!reader

warnings: missionary sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, soft/vanilla sex, sexual fantasies, coming inside, minor cockwarming (kinda just mentioned), steb has frills on his cock, 18+ MDNI, 3.6k words

synopsis: despite having a strong sense of duty, steb is still as easily distracted by you as he was years ago

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It was your day off, one you preserved for yourself when you hurried around the house last night ticking mundane chores off of your list. That meant that come morning, you could laze in bed watching your beautiful boyfriend pad about your shared bedroom as he got ready for the day.

Even now, as the evening set in, casting long shadows of your blinds over you and your bed, you could clearly remember the sight. Familiar, yes, but no less enticing was his lean body; firm, flexing muscles and a softness that was present even when the low light of dawn left his skin. You had no shame ogling Steb, or throwing salacious compliments his way as he tugged on his civvies.

You’d giggled at the sight of his fluttering face-frills and flushed cheeks, though. Years deep into your relationship and you still got a high from flirting with one another.

Still, the alluring sight of Steb’s partially dressed figure had stuck with you all day — remaining with you as a simmering heat between your legs. It bothered you mildly, but you were engrossed enough in your book that you could push the need aside and settle in for a long day of laying in bed.

Out in Piltover, combing through the streets with a, currently crafted, impartial stare — a similar feeling stuck with your boyfriend.

It wasn’t his fault you looked like temptation itself that morning; sleep-ruffled hair; a thin shirt that liked to ride up; how inviting you looked, tangled in the bedsheets you shared. All the comments, teases and flirts you’d thrown his way that morning had seriously tested his self-control.

Making you moan softly into the morning air, warm with sleep and sex; watching the way you unravelled at his touch; feeling you consume him completely, a much preferable alternative to clocking in at half past six in the morning.

What-ifs and vivid flashes of him pulling your shirt off and burying his face in your chest made work even more intolerable, stoking a less familiar, antsy feeling deep in his chest that found itself as a low buzzing in his hands. It was an itch to call in sick and go home early, to drown in you until the sun went down and came back up again.

No celestial decided to answer Steb’s silent prayers for a quick, easy day. In fact, they seemed to do the opposite; throwing every conceivable minor and major inconvenience at him.

There was a robbery; a carriage accident; several fights he had to break up; and worst of all, having to deal with mouthy, uncooperative people as politely as he was legally obliged to the entire time. The thought of your pliant body and the way you worked with him in understanding started to feel like the promise of water in a desert, and lord was he parched.

The reprieve of paperwork, various forms and reports written in near excruciating detail, had lasted not even five minutes before visions of your soft curves and the way you’d writhe and ruck-up the sheets under his touch infiltrated his train of thought again.

Steb’s ears were pinned back by now, he could just tell, and he sorely hoped no one noticed the flush on his cheeks or the tent in his pants. He could only thank the stars that his coworkers had long since figured out he never talked more than necessary for his job, he was already biting the inside of his lips with a near bruising force.

After hours of sitting with his legs crossed, his problem had nowhere near abated. Chewing his cheek, he shuffled to the locker room once his shift was up.

Opening his locker, Steb eyed the small duffle bag inside; his regular clothes and the remains of a lunch kindly packed by you. Your hands, the image struck him with immense clarity — a slew of imaginings poured behind his eyes. Your hands on him, running over his stomach; carding through his hair; your pretty fingers down his throat. It was almost enough to draw a whimper from him.

He stripped his out layers quickly. One hand almost slipped under the hem of his pants, but out of a lewd sense of shame it was pulled quickly away. You’d do that for him, slip your hands in and fondle his heavy cock, and you’d do it with that loving, knowing smile of yours.

In half-blues, no impulse control to keep himself around long enough to change clothes properly, Steb snuck out the back door. There was a thrill in the minor infraction against the force’s policy, as well as his duty-born sense of guilt that made his neediness feel stickier.

Speed-walking through twisting side streets and alleys in an attempt to get to you, your warmth — hot, wet warmth (he stumbled on a cobblestone) — just a few moments quicker.

He saw you last night, domestic and homey as you flitted around clearing up what would get in the way of your day off, and he’d stared for a long time before you noticed he was there. Steb was lost in the image of you in his home again, something that struck him every now and again but always left him breathless, not dressed up; comfortably un-put-together.

It was an image that sparked a fire in his gut every time he saw it. Maybe getting so turned on by the thought of you sharing the rest of your life together like that was odd but, to Steb who had always been a fan of the simpler joys in life, it meant the world.

You’d probably stayed in bed today, a thought that made him purr inside, the thought of you feeling so at home in the space you shared. The image of you half covered in sheets, bare breasts exposed; nipples pebbled at the peak of your supple skin waiting to be touched, invaded the space behind his eyes and he was forced to blink it away.

God, his limbs felt heavy. Want and need pooled together with the leaden aftermath of a busy day. Climbing into bed with you would save him.

One thought kept Steb in motion however; you splayed out on the bed, legs spread as your fingers plunged into your cunt, mewling under your own touch as your hips bucked up to take your fingers deeper. A blaze took over his chest, maybe you’d be moaning his name. A shiver rolled through his shoulders, his name always sounded so much better on your lips.

Steb dropped the bag the second he shut the door, his breathing laboured as he gulped in the scented air from the humidifier in the entranceway. It had been the same scent as your shampoo since the week he met you. It only served to make his need worse.

You were sprawled out, half tangled in sheets and the same pesky, night shirt as this morning — in the dusk light you looked to be glowing. You noticed him quickly, taking in his tired eyes and flushed cheeks as well as the fact he hadn’t abandoned either of his jacket or shoes by the door.

“Hey, what’s up?” You questioned sweetly, pulling yourself up to sit. The drag of the bedsheets across you, the tantalising curl of them around your legs, made your boyfriend swallow hard.

With shaky fingers, Steb’s jacket was discarded on the bedroom floor followed by his shirt. You bit your lip at the flex of his stomach muscles and the now-ruffled look of his hair. Your eyebrows pinched at the heavy way he sat on the edge of the bed, fumbling with the clasps of his boots.

Slipping off the bed, you knelt down before him, undoing the (rather complicated) fastenings with steadier hands. You looked up through your lashes at him, eyes widening a fraction at the almost hungry look in his eyes. The usual cool, observant look in his eyes was still there but felt entirely underpinned by something hotter. The frills on his cheekbones shivered out of time, though.

You slid one boot off, cupping just above his ankle with care. Treating Steb gently was a reward in and of itself. In your peripherals, you saw his fingers dig into the edge of the mattress. The other boot was removed similarly, all under a smoldering gaze.

The second you were finished, one of his hands darted to your chin, forcing you to look in his eyes. You searched them, feeling more and more confident you understood what he was wanting. You cocked your head, a small smile gracing your lips, letting your tired boyfriend do as he pleased.

You were pulled up and onto the bed, tangling with Steb as he buried his face in the crook of your neck �� pushing you back towards the centre where you were laying minutes ago. You scrambled to move against his built body, falling into the pillows you’d messed up for the sake of a better reading perch.

Lifting the bottom hem of your shirt, Steb stuffed his head up it, nuzzling his face into the valley between your tits. The arm free to move slipped under your shirt too, sliding up your back to grip at your shoulder. Only mildly surprised, you brought your hand to his hair, running your fingers through it gently — nails pleasantly scraping at his scalp.

You saw the shiver that ran through him at that, felt the hot puff of breath against your skin. Steb wedged a leg between your thighs, knocking against the place you’ve been wanting him all day. He placed a kiss on your breast bone, before his lips began to travel your curves — the feeling of the outline of his lips, so recognisably his in the way his bottom lip felt plumper than his top.

You sucked in a harsh breath as Steb’s lips found your nipple, kissing it fondly before taking it in his mouth. His teeth found it soon after, lightly worrying it enough for you to arch into his thigh with a breathy sigh.

Soft and needy and wanting, he makes out with your chest — tongue dragging over each arch and dip with goading care. You grind against his thigh, pressing his face into your chest as your swollen cunt, covered only by panties rubs against the thick material of Steb’s uniform.

He bites the flesh of your other tit, licking fat stripes up the soft mound, relishing your nipple in a way that makes you gasp. His hand, once holding onto your shoulder slithers down your back to trace up the sensitive skin over your ribs, cupping your neglected tits gently before palming it in earnest — fat molding itself to the shape of his large palm.

Your head lolled back, leaving your collarbones open. Steb couldn’t reach them, however, as the loose neckline of your shirt didn’t allow him the room to pepper kisses there.

Shuffling out of your shirt that now felt a little emptier without him in it, his hot breath was replaced by his fixated eyes and warm palms feeling up your sides. Dragging them sensually down, his fingers toyed at the hem of your shirt.

You rolled onto your back and he followed, eager hands still attached to your shirt. You stared into his eyes, undeniably warm with adoration and pure need. He motioned for you to lift your arms up, and you did with a helping arch of your back. You heard a choked whine in his throat when your breasts spilled out into the warm light of the room as he pulled the fabric from your body.

Leaning down, he captured your lips in a kiss, slow and lusty, hoisting your leg by your knee to hook around his hip. Steb let his whole body relax into yours, trapping you between the soft bed and his warm body. You felt his hard cock rub against your thigh, and heard his soft panting in your ear.

“You gonna take those off, or are you happy to ruin your work clothes?” You teased, a sultry tone seeping into your words through the kiss. You smiled greedily at the furious blush that overcame him, feeling the heat on your own cheeks before he pulled away to strip himself of the garment.

You eyed his deft hands undo his belt buckle, dexterous fingers you knew felt orgasmic inside of you. He was left in underwear, a wet patch forming where his hard cock strained at the fabric, the last of his uniform discarded as your lover met your lips again.

Steb’s fingers skimmed down your front, caressing your skin with all the romance in his soul. They dipped into the waistband of your panties, parting your lips to gather your wetness, gathering your slick before coming to lazily circle your clit. You whined at the feeling, his rougher fingertips creating delicious friction over your sensitive nerves.

Smoothing the heel of his palm against you, his fingers sank into your wet pussy. You moaned at the stretch, Steb was a tall man with fingers proportional to that — two fingers curling inside you felt like more than it sounded, still overwhelmingly pleasurable.

His tired mind was enraptured with the way you squirmed beneath him, with the way your tits moved with your sharp gasps when his long fingers pressed into the right spot, with the flutter of your eyelashes when your face fell with pleasure. His cock twitched with each lewd squelch of his fingers, and he shivered with a low groan when he felt you clench around his digits.

Medically trained hands, strong and precise, brought you to a tumbling orgasm. You arched hard into Steb’s hand, humping it as you rode out your high. Sex-dazed, you couldn’t look away from him.

“I want you.” You whispered into the space between you, being quiet was never an issue around Steb. His other hand, that had ended up pressed into the mattress by your head, brushed away stray hairs from your face. His eyes darkened, yet the blue of his eyes seemed to shine brighter at the same time.

You flicked the band of his underwear, giggling softly when his trance was partially broken. Steb huffed a quiet laugh with you, brushing your hand with his own as he reached to pull the briefs down.

You eyed the way his cock sprung from the fabric, and not for the first time do you admire it. Long, bent slightly to the left, decorated with frills similar to his face but shorter and less delicate. Drool-worthy, in your opinion, but maybe you're biased from experience.

Cheekily, he returned the favour; pinching at the most sensitive fat of your thigh, right by the junction of your leg and torso. You squirmed at the feeling, gasping half-playfully and half-honestly. Still, Steb slid your panties off with care, thumbs brushing your hip bones as you arched upwards to help him remove them.

He leaned in close to your face, lips ghosting over yours in a brush of a kiss, lining his throbbing cock with your weepy cunt. The head of his cock brushed down your wet slit, drawing a whine from deep in your throat — no matter how many times you moan, it’s a sound Steb can’t find himself any less addicted to.

His cockhead presses against your entrance, pushing in at a slow, relishing pace. You let obscene noises fall from your lips as he inches his cock into you, his head buried in the junction of your neck — fluttering face frills tickling the skin there — where you could hear all the little noises he made much better.

You spread your legs further apart, inviting him further in as you watched his body curl over yours. Knowing the feel of his dick only made the satisfaction of your expectation taste sweeter, familiar veins and ridges and frills scratching the itch inside you just how you liked.

Steb groaned into your ear when you enveloped him to the base, the barest whispers of incoherent words floating to your ears. Having you around his cock was sweet relief all by itself.

You took a moment to bathe in the closeness between you, his cock nestled deep in your gummy walls, before he gave a shallow thrust — rutting into you. You mewled at the sensation, enough to make your body sing with heat but not enough to build your orgasm.

His hips twitched at the sound, rutting into you again but harder, a groan of his own sinking into the skin of your neck. Slowly, enticingly, Steb thrusted into your cunt harder, letting you greedily suck him back in with every motion of pulling out.

You slung your other leg over his hip, winding your legs around him to bring him closer, deeper. Your arms reached for his shoulders, nails bluntly teasing at the skin, scratching enough to feel but not enough to hurt and he shivered under your touch. Steb pulled back to watch your face.

You looked so lovingly ruined beneath him, an expression of utter bliss stretching across your face, the smell of your sweat so close to his nose. Your face twisted in pleasure as he thrusted ever so slightly faster, your head falling to one side as you arched against his cock.

He took full advantage of it, pressing soft kisses down your neck, interrupting them with an occasional nip — soothed with a practiced tongue. Your skin tasted like devotion under his tongue, the frills on his face fluttered happily at the eagerness with which you took him.

Your hand tangled through Steb’s hair, running across his scalp until it met with the delicate shell of his ear. He whimpered against your skin, a sloppy, tongue heavy kiss licked against the column of your throat.

Needily, he picked up the pace of his thrusts, whispering the most mesmeric words of adoration against you like prayers. You responded to them in kind, loving affirmations spoken with truth through a haze of desire, fucking back onto his cock hungrily.

The feeling of the frills on his cock dragging against your walls made you keen, digging your nails into his shoulder as you hissed in pleasure, whining as Steb slowed down for you to feel every single ridge. You protested the change of pace, bucking up into him, muttering ‘please’s making his ears twitch against your gentle fingers.

His hips met yours, you clenched around him but didn’t peak, a sound of abject need slipping through your lips. You took your hand from his shoulder and found his forearm pressed into the mattress above your head, you caressed down the strained muscles towards his hand. He let you trail his hand down your body, shifting to accommodate his weight above you — though if you were being honest, being completely trapped under him sounded wonderful.

You brought Steb’s hand to your aching clit, letting him feel how wet the sensitive nub had become, moaning at his light touch. Chasing his own high, flushed with your pleasure, he rutted into your cunt faster, fingers diligently working at your clit in tight circles.

You writhed against him, moaning and whining and clenching around his cock in a way that never failed to stroke his much hidden ego. It shot a bolt of white-hot pleasure up his spine, to see you come apart from his touch.

“Steb…” You moaned, a drunk slur in your tone that made his hips jerk harshly into your plush cunt. The begging tone wiping reason from his head, he fucked you harder, watching your tits bounce with each thrust. His dick twitched inside of you, sending him back to meshing his lips with yours.

Your cock-drunk obscenities were swallowed by the enveloping kiss Steb had you in, drinking up the noises of your fast approaching peak. The noise and feel of you winded up the coil in his own gut, the world falling away from him completely, lost in you.

“Steb!” You came hard around his cock, a strangled cry of his name clawing out of your throat. Your body shook with satisfaction, mesmerising your lover with the way you twitched and whined in overstimulation as he fucked you through your orgasm — legs locked tightly around his waist.

The flutter of your walls around him had him grinding against your cunt, lost in the soaking, post-orgasm feel of you — desperate in the rut of hips that smacked against yours.

“Inside.” You mumbled breathlessly through the overstimulation. “Want you… inside.”

He groaned against your neck, taking a shuddering breath as your words took him over the edge — fucking his cum into you with jerking hips.

Coming down from the bliss, he peppered all the skin he could find with sweet kisses, before trying to pull out from you. Your legs wound around his waist, not allowing Steb to do anything but sink fully into your warm, soft body with his whole weight.

The leaden feeling sunk into his limbs again, keeping him trapped against you like a pillow. It felt like all the mounting pressure in his body had dissipated into thin air and he huffed against your skin, satisfied.

“I love you.” You murmured into his ear through a smile, hands carding through his now very messy hair. You craned your neck to kiss his temple, basking in the satisfied, contented feeling of having Steb bare in your arms.

You felt his lips trace the same words into your skin, the slight nuzzle he gave you, and the way his arms snaked around you to hold you. You shut your eyes in delight, letting the rest of the world fall away until it was just you and Steb. He squeezed you tighter in his arms.

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jinns-arcane-feverdream · 5 months ago

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do u have anymore nsfw steb hcs or any nsfw hcs that you're particularly fond of ? i love all of the ones u post so much >//<

Hey! I’m glad you are enjoying them! <3🩵

I typically post them as they come to mind, so at the moment I don’t really have many more, but I will admit I am thinking about him a lot so I can promise that there will be plenty more to come!

~ Jinn <3🩵

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inpienoinks · 4 months ago

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HOW STEB COMMUNICATES!

And... that's kinda it. A deep dive into how Steb communicates but I fight to stay on topic the longer you read.

NOTE: I gave this whole post a hazy and blurry zonked glance while muttering to myself before pressing post. There may be some spelling mistakes / incorrect wording.

Question by this person, but I was too lazy to make a separate post since I already had a draft similar to this question saved. I LOVE YOU CORACOOKIECRUMBLE!!! 😁😁😁😁⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️🗣🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯

There aren't many scenes of Steb trying to communicate with someone, so it's difficult to say for sure how he communicates, but I think I have a pretty decent idea.

IN THE VIDEO BELOW

You see Steb with Maddie. This is the only scene really showing how they talk to one another, and the situtiain is tense, so it's hard to say how he communicates in more relaxed situations. In this scene, Steb communicates with her that he's ready by grunting, to which she understands.

IN THE GIF BELOW

Once again, in a tense situation, Steb makes some noise to communicate. This time, he speaks. Not only does he speak, but he also motions for everyone to follow him. With that being said, this proves that Steb CAN talk. He just doesn't want to.

This is not the only time Steb uses body language to communicate.

IN THE GIF BELOW

Steb cocks his head to the side, signaling to Maddie that they should go, as well as walking away with her once they're called.

IN THE TWO GIFS BELOW

Steb uses some hand and arm motions to signal to others. In the first one, he signals to Caitlyn to fall back, being that he had planted the bomb. In the second GIF, he signals for the enforces to turn off the beacons, since there didn't appear to be anyone coming to help fight.

IN THESE TWO GIFS BELOW

Steb grabs Mel to help her up, and in the second GIF, he grabs up the other guy to detain him. (I don't know if he has a name, and im too tired to look for one.)

Steb doesn't say anything prior to touching them, but the situations are also something to consider. Steb has his hands out to both of them, catching their attention just before actually putting his hands on them. Whether or not it's intentionally meant to be a signal, it's still something he does.

With these situations, it's hard to say EXACTLY how he is when using physical contact to communicate, but it'd say it isn't something he does often. He grabs Mel because it's an emergency, and he needs to make sure she's alright and out of there as soon as possible. He grabs the guy to detain him, following Caitlyn's orders and arresting him. Every time he touches someone (on screen), it's not really to communicate, and more so to assist / do his job.

CONCLUSION AND ANSWERS:

Is Steb mute?

No.

Is he selectively mute?

It seems most likely........? (Considering the information we have, at least.)

That being said, if he IS selectively mute, he may be open to speaking more frequently with someone close to him. Maybe even if it's just a little bit. (Short sentences, short answers, quiet speaking voice, murmuring, ect.) I can speak more on this at the end of this post for the people who wanna read about it.

Do I think he uses sign language? No. I really doubt it. He communicates both intentionally and unintentionally with small gestures, body language, and expression. He might use some type of hand signs occasionally? Not sign language itself, but just hand gestures that give you a vague idea of what he wants. For example, maybe you'll ask him why he's out somewhere, and he'll tug on the fabric of his enforcer uniform, signaling he's there for work. You'll ask why he's looking at you, and he'll point to his face as reference to your own, signaling that you have something on you and showing where it is.

Again, there's isn't enough Information to be 100% certain, but I feel like my conclusion is relatively sound.

Extra yap you were previously warned about:

I can talk more about selective mutism in another post for the people interested. Keep in mind, I'm NOT a professional. I'm autstic and I'm just nerdy about this. I don't wanna dump a whole bunch of information that is not at least 87% Steb related in this post, so I'm gonna say this next part like I'm one of those youtubers who has an audience of 5 year olds and makes those 3 am challenge videos cause it's funny.

GUYS, IF WE CAN GET AT LEAST FIVE PEOPLE TO COMMENT THAT THEY WANNA HEAR ABOUT SELECTIVE MUTISM IN ANOTHER POST, ILL MAKE A POST ABOUT SELECTIVE MUTISM AND HOW STEB WOULD MOST LIKELY BEHAVE OFF SCREEN IF HE HAS IT!! DONT FORGET TO SMASH THAT LIKE BUTTON, SUBSCRIBE, AND TURN ON THE NOTIFICATIONS BELL!!

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