#steb my love

[editedjeans]

CANT LET GANG KNOW I FW THIS 💓💓💓

ERM SO- I like the thought of Steb with a "Yapper" S/O, and the idea of him shooshing them with smooches when they stay hyper and keep talking while they're supposed to be asleep makes me so giddy! So um silly short comic moment

[neuvilette-tea-party]

All of Steb Nation tenderly kiss him!

Thank you @pigonart for your talent ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[jansendraws]

[redbowedblogger]

Steb headcannons about him with kids:

- Loves kids. Absolutely all about them, sees a baby and his heart melts. Loves little kids and even appreciates the challenge of older kids and tens

- Fish folk are strongly paternal both culturally ant instinctively

-whenever he goes home he is the defacto babysitter for the whole village.

-good relationship with his father makes him SOOOOO exited to be a dad

-spending too much time around fresh babies makes him a hormonal mess

-wants to bread you SOOOOO bad

-nesting instincts kick into overdrive he's up at three in the morning painting the nursery and meal prepping and re folding baby clothes for the hundredth time

-fish folk are fully aquatic at birth and he has no clue how strong those genetics will present so all of the furniture is custom made to be able to hold water if required

- so involved in everything his kid is doing. Man HOVERS

-expert shusher and diper changer. Is more than happy to let his beautiful hard working wife sleep and get up with the kid in the middle of the night.

-un ironically loves the shit outta "worlds best dad" merch.

[editedjeans]

damn he must be tired by carring those bazongas all day let me hold then for u king 🙏

SUPER LOW QUALITY pics i took of Steb with my phone from my laptop cuz idk how to ss netflix without it turning black🙃🙃

Last one is self explanatory... Tits (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)

I have nothing appropriate to say.

[artificialisangelus]

FISHBOY

[greatbananaboat]

steb arcane i love u

my man my man my mannn

[silkroaad]

Another doodles of Steb x sona basically self ship 😓 I love this fish man sm oh also btw their name is Selk, if I didn’t mention it before. Also wip under this

[numberonemoongladiator]

I swear to whatever god is above... I WILL KILL ANYONE FOR THIS MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I wanted to draw Steb so I went and looked for references and found these faces

He looks so dumb and confused all the time I love him🤲

[medullamindset]

Steb on sex

NSFW

Content: Stebs relationship with sex, before meeting you and now (•‿•) tried to make Reader as GN as possible so everyone can read tyty for coming tonight hehe *checks mic*

Steb didn't really think about sex until he met you. It just didn't rattle him. It's not that he was against the idea, he just.. had better things to do. Sure he'd masturbated from time to time.. But not as much as you'd expect from a male teenager/young adult. Then he met you, and you always initiated, makeout sessions, over the clothes stuff, it was always you. Its not that Steb didn't care or that he didn't find you attractive, cuz he did, ofcourse he did.. He was just.. A liiittle stiff about it.

As time passed tho, Steb started to realize how down bad he really was for you. After a few months of getting to know eachother intimately, you'd started giving him boners.. Oftentimes you were actually in his lap, making him feel good. Which made sense. But other times he could just watch you move about, fixing yourself up after taking a shower. Lotioning your body, drying your hair with a towel, wearing something light like a t-shirt and underwear.. And his pants would get tight from just the sight alone, the sight of you.

He'd start thinking about you the nights he slept alone. Your pretty face, your satistfying voice, the way it hitched when he ran his fingers up and down your side the other day, humping you sensually. The way you looked with kiss bitten lips when he pulled away, red and glossy, eyes glazed over with need. He'd think about what you might look like with his cum painted all over that same pretty face- fuck. Hes down bad now.

Jerking off in the shower while you were cooking him something nice, his vocals masked by the sound of water droplets thudding against the bathtub harshly. Prior, you had reached over the table to grab something rather than walking around it. Steb glanced over at just the right time to see your shirt ride up, exposing your slightly arched back as you made a sound of effort. A little "mnh." As you settled back on your heels, returning to your task. Steb gulped and exused himself to "go take a shower" right then and there.

When you guys finally do have sex, Steb finally gets it. He gets it. The sight of you beneath him, face twisted into a look of pleasure, eyebrows knit together, eyes pleading and oh,.. The noises that fell from your lips will be engraved in his mind forever. The little gasps and "Ah's" as he picked up the pace, he replays them in his head every night when he cant sleep, rutting into his hand almost pathetically.. It couldn't ever compete with the way you felt wrapped around him tho, gummy walls sucking him in so eagerly, tighter with the more pleasure he gave you. In just half a year, Steb's sex drive went from a one to a solid seven out of ten. He craves you, and only you. In the shower, on the kitchen counter, cuddled up on the couch, fucking under the blankets like its a secret,.. in your bed ofcourse.... You've probably had hours of sex in every room of your place when you think about it. And Steb isn't one for "quickies", whats the point if he can't take his time with you?? give you his all. Draw as many orgasms from you as he can with teeth, tongue and fingers, preparing you for his ACHING cock. He gets so hard it nearly hurts, spending hours between your legs will do that to him, watching your reactions, ears flicking at the desparate noises you make, grabbing eagerly at your flesh, licking your sex up and down and all over, getting drunk off your juices. A quickie just wouldn't feel right..

Steb isn't that big on PDA either, he perfers doing it in the comfort of your home, hes got an image to maintain, hes an enforcer. He can't be known as that one fish officer who humped his fine shyt silly in a broom closet.. Even if it did actually happen. Cuz it does don't get me wrong, as long as you aren't somewhere literal children will see you, and hes horny enough.. Pull him away to somewhere you wont be interrupted and hes handsy straight away, pulling your shirt over your head and attacking your chest and neck with his wet tongue, lifting you and pressing you up against the wall zero effort. (...Maybe a little effort, hes kinda skinny) Steb is a stolid enforcer of few words, but behind closed doors, hes a moaning mess who likes it stickyyyy

In conclusion, Steb loves sex now, sex with YOU.

thank u and goodnight (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

Reblogs r appreciated.. Gulp.

[heavnlysaturn]

CAN WE TAKE A MOMENT to thank the writers for not killing Steb?? He was getting so much screentime I was shitting myself, they took everyone (loris too mfs) and everything from me but not him. thank you, you sick, twisted geniuses

[neuvilette-tea-party]

Hi! Let me start by saying I really like the way you write and your ideas!

I was wondering if you could write a gn Zaunite!reader x Steb

I'm not sure if you already did something like that so I'm asking! Thank you!🫶🫶

Mmmmmmmmh... I immediately thought of that scenario when I received that request! Hihihihihihihi

ʚɞ⋆༺𓆩⚔ Steb x GN!Zaunite reader ⚔𓆪༻⋆ʚɞ

Tags: First meeting, detention, Birthday cake, Reader has a little sister, Steb is nice in the coldest way possible

“Hey... Hey!” 

You growl, ignoring the idiot in the cell next to you, elbows on your knees, flabergasted with yourself. 

You can’t believe you got caught like a rookie! What a dumbass can you be, seriously? 

“Hey!” 

You spin on your bench and slam your boots against the bars of your cell right next to his face. 

“What?!” You demand with a contained rage. 

“Why are you in for?” 

You hiss and spin away, fixing the ground with a closed expression. 

“What did you do?” 

“What’s it to you? Leave me in peace!” You snarl. 

“Rhoooooo, come on! We all did something in their eyes, what’s yours? You robbed a bank? Pulled a gun? Why are you here?” 

You deeply breathe, feeling the deep urge to throw your fist to his face to make him shut up. You raise your eyes to see an enforcer walking between the holding cells of the police station, a Fishman with a no-nonsense face and a long baton in his grip. 

You wince, remembering the bites of the enforcers’ weapons in your back, prompting you to roll your shoulders to relax. The enforcer throws his indifferent gaze inside the different cells as he makes his rounds. 

But there aren’t many people today... You may be only two in here. 

“So?” You neighboor insist. 

“I tried to steal a cake.” You admit between your teeth. 

“You...?” He starts repeating before exploding laughing. 

You roll your hands into fists, fighting the urge to kick the bars again, but with the Fisman here... 

He remains still, right before your two cells, straight like an I, back turned to you, looking around the detention floor. 

“A cake?!” The other idiot asks again, “You can’t be serious?!” 

“Shut up! It’s my lil sister’s birthday! She wanted a good cake this year, a fancy one like they do in the upper floors.” 

“And as the good big sibling that you are, you went and got one for her? Stop, I’ll shade a tear!” He keeps laughing loudly, prompting the Fishman to slam his baton against his bars. 

You scrub your skull with a sigh. 

“Well, I had one... It’s ruined now... But I promised her...” 

“That’s pathetic!” He finishes laughing, “I should fear for my life being near someone of organized crime like you!” 

“Shut up!” You bite, “You’re a lonely loser, you don’t know what it’s like to have someone counting on you, you spend your days drinking like a fish! You have no lesson to give me!” 

The Fishman’s ear twitch and he spins, walking the rest of the floor in his stern strut, silent like a ghost. 

You sigh and lay on your hard bench, ready to spend the night in detention, your head filled with that adorable pink box full of creamy cake, now absolutely destroyed where you’ve been apprehended. 

You’re little sister will be sad... 

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“Wake up!” They slam your door open with force. 

You jump in a seating position with a gasp, wondering for a second why you did not wake up in your own bedroom. 

Ah yes... The cake... 

“Someone bailed your ass out, get out.” The enforcer at your door explains. 

You stand on your feet, your legs still wobbly with fatigue but head towards the hall for prisoners as they indicates you.  

You sniff and reach the counter where you discover the Fishman who guarded you yesterday, typing on a workstation diligently. 

“Damn, you do everyone’s paper too? You should reach out to HR.” You chuckle, leaning against the bars of the counter. 

He raises his eyes from the screen with an eyebrow, gauging you up and down. 

“So...” You gulp, straightening your position under his stern gaze, “How do we proceed? I’ve never been to detention before.” 

He probably do not believe you but says not a thing and slides a form for you to read and sign. 

“Hey! You know who bailed me out?” You ask while you sign. 

He doesn’t respond and disappears in the back, leaving you alone like an idiot. 

He reappears with your studded jacket, your belt, and pocket knife. He lays them down on his side of the counter and slides them through the small opening still mute. 

You check your blade and hide in your back pocket, pass on your belt, and seize your jacket. 

You stop dead in your tracks. 

You discover a pink box under your jacket. 

Exactly like the one you lost during your arrest. 

You carefully open it to discover a perfectly intact and fresh cake inside. 

“Hum...” You start, “Where does that come from?”  

He sits back down, ignoring you blatantly, resuming his typing. 

“Hey! Fuzz! Listen to me, where does that cake come from?!” 

He slowly turns his head toward you with his closed expression. Seeing your furious expression, he grabs the box to pull it back. 

By reflex, you grab it too to keep it! 

Dear... Gods, he has some strength! You have to use your two hands to keep it. Still pulling he tilts his head to you, blinking his third eyelid with a cold expression. 

“I-I still want it!” You protest, pulling hard. 

He raises an eyebrow before letting go of the box and delicately indicates the door to leave. 

You press the precious pick box against your chest like he would jump from his seat to grab it again like an animal. 

“I... Thank you.” You just mumble and walk away. 

Thank you? 

Thank you?! 

Since when do you thank Pltover’s pigs?! 

But... Could it be him? 

You squint as the sun blinds you, avoiding the dirty looks of all those uptight people of the upper floor witnessing you leaving detention. You look again at the creamy cake in the pink box. It looks absolutely delicious, with even a ‘Happy birthday little sister’ written on it. 

That cannot possibly be that Fish fuzz, can it? 

You stop and look back at the police station in silence. 

You shake your head and resume your walk, your little sister awaits you. 

And her cake!  

@dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @brandy-and-bane @sp-the-fae-queen @aeeliy @sanktastuff @telephoneonawire @daichisito @sofiyathelast-blog 

[wavesofyears]

*holds him preciously in the palms of my hands and gives him a little smooch*

Here's a silly little fish (I haven't learned how to draw a big one yet)

[lilly-townshend]

hey STEB NATION (me and 5 other fish enthusiasts) how are we feeling

[nanahdraws]

Steb fanart from Arcane🐠✨

[moonstrider9904]

Steb beautiful fishy boy with a heart of gold you have captivated my heart my beloved

look at the tiny ear wiggle and the second eyelid omg-