#steve mcgarrett x reader smut

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Love Game

[A/N: A lovely reader requested the Commander in handcuffs and, well… creative liberties were taken 😈]

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Request: Steve McGarrett x female reader (bondage, implied edging)

“I’ve missed this so much,” you moan into your boyfriend’s mouth, the two of you blindly making your way upstairs to your bedroom and leaving a trail of clothes behind you. When you hear Steve bump into the wooden bedframe, you give him a shove so he falls onto the mattress and you’re left standing before him. His eyes flash a shade darker at your show of dominance, and he raises himself up on his elbows with one eyebrow cocked to ask, “Somebody’s feeling a little feisty, huh?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” you respond with a grin, crawling up the bed until you can comfortably straddle his lap. Steve lets out a soft grunt when you start grinding on him, his hands automatically settling on your waist to guide your movements. The growing wet patch on his underwear from your slick taunts you both with how close he is to being inside you, a single layer of cotton keeping his cock from sliding home.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” he breathes out, eyes fluttering shut when you scrape your teeth along his stubbled jaw while continuing to grind on him. You guide his hands overhead under the guise of intertwining your fingers for better leverage, distract him with an intentional swivel of your hips, then slip your hand under your pillow to find Steve’s favorite jewelry that usually decorates your wrists in bed.

Steve’s hips still and his eyes fly open when the cool metal of the handcuffs touches his skin, and he tugs at the confines to find them already cinched, the chain rattling against the headboard with every pull. You sit back to admire the pretty picture and he lets out a growl before demanding, “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing, little girl?”

Rather than answering his question, you pose one of your own while brushing your fingers over the bruise on his cheek, then the jagged cut knitting together on his chest. “What do I say to you every morning before you go to work?” He winces slightly at the contact but his hardened gaze remains locked on you. “Steve?” you prompt, growing impatient.

“Be smart, be careful, and don’t hurt what’s mine,” he grumbles quietly, now understanding what this is all about.

“Hm,” you muse with a hum, tilting your head back and forth. “No, yeah, I think that’s fairly intuitive.”

“Y/N-”

“Quiet,” you cut him off, leveling him with a glare while moving to sit on your haunches between his open legs. “Since you like to gamble with something that’s precious to me,” you explain while letting one manicured nail trace a circuitous path over his throat, between his pecs, around each nipple, down his torso, and along the tantalizing patch of hair disappearing beneath his boxer briefs, “I thought it would be fun to gamble with something that’s precious to you.” You squeeze the prominent bulge between his legs begging for attention, and Steve lets out a startled gasp, his body jerking upwards into your touch and the handcuffs rattling against wood. The sound alone has you squirming, equally desperate for release but determined to see this through.

“So here’s what’s gonna happen,” you announce happily while your hands work to remove the last article of clothing keeping you from admiring your boyfriend’s naked body. Unable to resist, you lick a stripe along the length of his cock and he moans pitifully, yanking at the cuffs once more with a quiet, “Baby, please, please just let me make it up to you.”

“Why, Commander,” you mock, delighted, “resorted to begging already? That’s just sad.”

“If I didn’t have these goddamn cuffs on,” he growls out, “I’d be fucking you stupid into the mattress right about now.”

“Tempting,” you hum, dancing your fingertips along the delicious v-line of his hips. “Now, where was I?”

“Being a brat?”

“Duh,” you respond with a roll of your eyes. Metal rattles against wood, and you know Steve is just itching to slap the attitude out of you. You wonder for a moment if he could actually break the slats of the headboard, but push the thought aside and press on. “Anyway,” you sing out, brushing your palm over the head of his cock and giggling when his hips reflexively jerk up against your touch, “here’s what’s gonna happen.” Leaning over to the bedside table, you pull a deck of cards out from the drawer and Steve raises one eyebrow in question.

With a dramatic clearing of your throat, you announce, “I took out all the face cards so we’re just working with aces through tens.” You settle back on his lap, letting out a soft moan at how hot and hard he feels sliding between your folds, and Steve groans, “Baby.” Ignoring his cries, you start shuffling the cards while explaining, “Clubs, you get this. Diamonds, I’ll let you fuck my mouth-” He whimpers, his cock twitching against you, and you glance up at him with a smirk before continuing. “Spades, tits. And hearts, well… I think you can figure that one out,” you say with a suggestive bounce on his lap.

“What’s the catch?” he asks, voice rough with arousal.

“I’m so glad you asked, baby,” you simper. “You only get to cum if I pull an ace.”

“Fuck.”

“And here’s the best part,” you whisper, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. He can feel your lips quirk up into a smirk and braces himself for what you’re about to say next, body tensing up beneath yours. “I only left one ace in the deck.”

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Under cover(s) (1/3)

Steve and reader are on an undercover mission.

Characters: Steve McGarrett x female reader

Wordcount: 4631

Warnings: smut, fake dating trope

Author's note: This is my first fanfic, please be kind.

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It had been awfully quiet since you’d asked the hawaii 5-0 team for help on the case. The person of interest had been tracked to hawaii and it is clear that there is a huge deal about to take place.

You lean on the table behind you when you're finished explaining the situation at hand to Steve, Danny, Kono and Chin.

Steve crosses his arms in front of his chest. „I got a man on the inside. He could get us in there.“ That’s what you’d hoped. You stop yourself from letting out a sigh of relief.

„What? Have you lost your mind?“, Danny looks frantic. It makes you chuckle and you push yourself off the table.

„It could actually be our only chance to get Oguz.“, you concede, looking at Danny apologetically. He still has a casket on his left arm, so he wouldn’t be able to come with Steve on this undercover mission.

„It’s settled, then. Y/n and I will go undercover to find this guy, arrest him and shut this entire organization down.“, Steve concludes the short discussion and leaves the room with Kono beside him giving her instructions. Chin types something into the computer surface before him and Danny lets his arms sink in desperation.

„This man gets off at the prospect of potentially getting killed.“, he mutters to himself. „Hey, promise me to keep him from executing the stupid ideas that are eventually going to form in his stupid head, okay?“ You nod and try to hide the smile – unsuccessfully.

24 hours later, you stand next to Steve and the informer at the meeting spot in front of a supermarket. Two large, black vans arrive at the location and you notice Steve taking a step toward the men climbing out of the cars, blocking the view of you.

„Who are they?“ The man who seems to be the leader of the group of 6 men nods in your direction.

„Steve.“, he introduces himself.

„A friend that needs some cash.“, Farid, the infomer, adds as explanation. The leader nods.

„And her?“, he asks.

„I’m Steve’s partner. Y/n.“, you take matters into your own hands and take a step forward to look at the man more closely.

He eyes you, then looks back and forth between you and Steve a few times and frowns. Silence. Staring. You notice Steve moving beside you.

„She’s my partner, my girl. I’m not going without her. And I think you’re two men short.“, he declares and puts one arm around your shoulder. It startles you for a second. This was not part of the original cover story. You were supposed to be partners at work. Was that really necessary? Not only that, his arm confuses you. His touch tingles where it lays heavily on your shoulders. Is that one of the stupid ideas Danny had tried to warn you about? But it’d be only one day of hiking to that location where Oguz needs the men to monitor the transaction of the deal. One day pretending to be his girlfriend. That seems doable.

The leader smacks his lips and introduces himself as Mertan.

„Search them.“, he orders two of the men behind him. They step toward Steve and you. You tilt your head at the man approaching you with a rotten grin on his face.

„You touch her inappropriately and I’ll make you stop breathing in 30 seconds.“, Steve growls at him when he’s in reach for searching you, still not removing his arm from your shoulders. You shoot an angry glance at him and say to the man in front of you: „That meaning I haven’t already unalived you by then.“ The grin on the mans face dissappears and Steve takes his arm off you huffing a laugh.

It seems to have intimidated the man, Frank, enough to not search you thoroughly. He doesn’t notice to two knives you had hidden between your breasts and on the inside of your thigh. Frank and the other man go back to the vans once they’re finished searching you and Steve for weapons.

„I see you got your hiking stuff with you. Got enough supplies for the 3 day hike?“, Mertan asks and points behind you to your bags. Three days? You glance at Steve and your eyes meet. You thought the deal would be taking place tomorrow. Your entire plan had been set up to this information. The team would be tracking your location for 24 hours and then access. You‘d have to contact them and report that change of plans. Also, 3 days of pretending to be Steve’s girlfriend? That’s a different story… But it’s too late to back out now.

„We were told it was just a 1 day hike, so no.“, Steve admits.

„Good thing we’re in front of a supermarket. Get your stuff as fast as you can, then we’ll go.“, the leader goes back to the car.

„Let’s go.“, Steve says, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the store behind him. Inside he lets go of your hand and you pack enough to eat. At the cash register he turns toward you to shield you from the noisy eyes of the man that came into the store with you, so you can text Kono the change of plans. While typing the message he puts his arm around you in a seemingly intimate moment and you tumble toward him letting your forehead fall onto his chest. You hit send and pause. You look up at Steve and notice him observing you closely as you reach one hand into your cleavage to retrieve one of the blades you’ve hidden. When he realises what you’re handing to him, his curious gaze gives way to a grin. Steve pockets the knife and not much later he moves to pay the supplies.

When you return to the rest of the men outside and stow away your purchase, one of the men laughs. „You got enough tampons in case you get your period?“ The rest of the group smirks and you raise an eyebrow. You quickly glance at Steve and notice him laughing in delight, his arms crossed and looking at you. You turn to the man mocking you for being woman.

„You got enough first aid kits in case I break your nose?“, you ask and tilt your head with a smile as sweet as candy. The laughing guy freezes and swallows.

„She’ll kill you in a heartbeat, even when she’s on her period, believe me. Maybe even faster that time of the month.“, Steve backs you up with a hint of pride in his voice. You smile and he hands you your backpack.

A 40 minute drive later in a van packed with men who reek of testosterone and sweat the two vehicles park and you start the hike.

You hike for hours with only few breaks until Steve urges the group leader to set up camp. He’d been walking in front of you the whole time, looking back every 5 minutes, it seemed, to make sure you’re okay.

After camp is set up near a small river, people are drinking and happily chatting away around the campfire. Mertan is quietly staring at you and Steve. You had just told them about how you two had met and fallen in love. For making it up on the spot, it was a pretty believable story. The leader doesn’t seem to buy it, though.

„You don’t act like a couple. At all.“, he interrogates with a sharp tone.

Steve stiffly sits up a bit beside you. You take the beer out of his hand and make a cocky face.

„Well, what do you want to see? A kiss? Or do you want us to go inside our tent and get it on right now?“, you ask, nearly losing it at the pictures that arise in your head when thinking about Steve just touching you. To distract yourself you take a sip of Steve’s beer. The comment earns you laughter from the men around you. Your confident grin is instantly challenged, though, when you feel Steve‘s hand on your thigh. His touch sends an electric shock through your body, making it stiff, and suddenly you have the urge to swallow.

Mertan lets out a harsh laugh. „Just show me something in between.“

As if that was his cue, Steve grabs you by the waist and pulls you onto his lap. All of a sudden you’re sitting on his thighs, you hold back a gasp and look at him, clearly with a face of shock.

„What the-?“, you whisper so the group doesn’t hear you. But instead of answering, Steve grabs your chin with one hand, tilts your head to the side and starts kissing your neck. His grasp is tight, not allowing any protest. His kisses are tender but determined. You realize that you’re holding your breath as his hand starts to trail your curves up and down your side, and you force yourself to take in the oxygen.

„What are you doing?“, you try again whispering, but your voice doesn’t seem to follow your orders anymore and it sounds exilharated and out of breath.

„Sure would have been fun to shake the tent to make them believe we’re having sex.“ Steve’s raspy voice sounds darker than usual. „Not my style though.“ You hear a light chuckle from the crook of your neck. He uses his teeth to pull parts of your blouse over your shoulder, revealing your bare skin and the strap of your sports bra.

„I was just trying to negotiate ourselves out of that situation.“, you hiss quietly, careful not to blow your cover. „You got an idea, so you don’t have to kiss me?“

Steve freezes with his lips just above your skin. You kind of wish he hadn’t stopped kissing you.

„What do you mean, so I don’t have to kiss you?“ You feel your cheeks getting hotter and hotter by the second.

„I- uh, if it’s avoidable- I mean…“, you stutter and he most definitely picked up on you not having a damn clue, ‘cause he makes your thoughts foggy with his touch, his breath and his voice. You clear your throat as quietly as possible. „Well, it’s just that we’ve only known each other for 2 days.“ You pause trying to get your thoughts to be coherent. „It may be tough pretending to make out and make it seem real.“, you finally get out your – granted, foul – excuse.

„Oh, baby, that’s ridiculous.“ You hear Steve’s deep voice low right next to your ear. „It will be easy and convincing. Because you’ll do exactly what I tell you to, won’t you? ‘Cause you’re a good girl, right? Now. Stop being so stiff. Unbutton my shirt.“

You feel your cheeks getting hot with his raspy voice so damn near you and feel his breath on your neck. Involuntarily you wet your lips, when pictures start to arise inside your head.

„Y/n.“ His voice became a tiny bit louder, demanding.

Sweat, lust, hot breath, his naked body on yours. You try to shake it off quickly, to be able to assess the situation objectively. But his hand finds its way into your hair, pulling it lightly. And that’s all it takes for you to give in to him. Every bit of feminism leaves your body at this man demanding you to do as you’re told.

Your hands roam his upper body, finding the collar of his button down, opening one, two, three of them and spreading your fingers onto the warm skin on his shoulders, then his neck. His throat releases a growl. You force him to look at you, even though his kisses and hot breath on your neck were already driving you wild. For a brief moment you believe you can see a fire in his eyes, you’ve never seen in a man before. There are only inches between Steve’s face and yours.

He didn’t need to say it. The corners of his mouth twitch right before he presses his lips onto yours. Hard. His kiss feels desparate, hungry, like he’d been starving for days and your mouth is the first edible thing he found. His tongue strokes your lower lip demanding access. Your lips part ever so slightly and the tip of his tongue playfully greets yours. He tastes like the beer he’d been drinking, smells like the woods around you and feels… like you’re safe. Like you’re not in a camp deep in the woods with 7 other people who would slit your throat open if they knew you were a federal agent.

Steve’s arms are tight around you, protecting you – which sounds stupid, because you’re more than capable of keeping yourself safe. But there’s a wave of clearity that this man would do anything in his power to not get you hurt. And you can’t do anything but lean into it.

„Good.“, he praises you, his words muffled into your open mouth. „Straddle me.“ His voice is just a whisper, but it’s demanding to follow his orders.

You realize that you’d pulled him even closer, so there’s not even an inch of space between you and Steve, and your hands are buried in his hair. You sit up a bit to swing your leg over his lap and straddle him. He hums contentedly and pulls you closer with his hands tight around your waist, when you hear the voice of the group leader again.

„Okay.“, he says with an acknowledging tone. „Alright, I believe you. No need to eat each other up right here, you can do that later, alone.“

You lean back a bit, so you can see Steve’s face. The Commander looks agitated. He’s smirking, his hair messy from your hands.

„You’re clearly heating my people up for something they can’t have right now, so that’s entirely unhelpful.“, Mertan adds mumbling.

„Well, as you can see, once we start, it’s hard for us to stop. That’s why we try keeping it professional most of the time.“, Steve’s voice sounds strong whilst his chest is still rising and falling heavily. Yours is too and there’s not a sign of slowing your breath down, when Steve lowers his voice again only for you to hear. „Convincing, right?“ It’s not a question, so you just try to regulate your breathing again and stand up from his lap. His shirt is still unbuttoned at the top and your eyes can’t seem to focus on something else. You decide to ignore it when him not touching you makes you feel like something’s missing all of a sudden. You swallow and hurry to your – and Steve’s – tent. The night air is cool on your face and you welcome it to take the heat from your cheeks.

What was that? It didn’t feel like just a convincing action for a cover story. You take a deep breath when you reach the tent. But then you hear heavy foot steps behind you on the soft soil – the same ones that had walked in front of you the whole day on the hike.

You turn around before you can zip open the tent. Steve looks at you restlessly. The three buttons at the top of his shirt are still open, so you can see the chest you had caressed just minutes before. You still feel his touch on your waist, his lips on yours.

„Y/n!“

„What, Steve?“, you say trying to sound annoyed. „I need to sleep.“

„With me, yeah.“, he mutters under his breath, but you heard him. You’re still trying to decide how to react – if you should slap him or rip his shirt off – when he sighs. „Listen, I don’t want things to be weird, but he wanted proof. It’s part of the cover story. Sorry, that I didn’t give you a heads up.“ He brushes over his hair with his hand in a movement that makes it seem like he’s nervous. But that can’t be true, can it? I mean, he just straight up made out with you in front of 8 strangers.

You realize that you in fact haven’t pulled your own shirt back up your shoulder where Steve had exposed it while you were sitting on his lap earlier. Suddenly very aware of your exposed skin, you cover yourself with the fabric.

„Sure. I’m going to bed now.“, you rush turning away from him to get into the tent. Once you’re inside you hear a sigh and his footsteps toward the campfire.

You had just finished getting ready for bed and are snuggling into your sleeping bag, shutting your eyes, when you hear the zipper of the tent. You’re pretty sure it’s gonna be Steve, but just to be safe, your hand slides to your thigh and grabs the knife. Carefully, you open one eye and feel relieved to see Steve’s back as he zips up the entrance again. You close your eyes again and take a deep breath.

„Y/n?“, you hear his whispering voice. You hum pretending you’re half asleep.

„You can’t sleep yet, I’m sorry.“ He really doesn’t sound apologetic. The rasp in his voice reminds you of his commands at the campfire.

„What?“, you mumble into your sleeping bag and turn around to find him sitting next to you. There’s barely enough light for you to see his face looking at you with an expression you can’t quite read. It’s always like that with Steve. You just can’t tell what he’s thinking.

„They’re expecting us to… have sex.“, he explains haltingly in a low voice like they could be hearing him. „Well, I told them you’re pretty tired, but they’re expecting to hear… something.“

„So we’re shaking the tent after all, huh?“ Are you imagining his smirk? You sit up in your sleeping bag.

„Start moaning, baby.“ His commanding voice is back. You press your lips together tightly and hum.

„Louder.“, he orders.

You hesitate. Steve growls and somehow that gets you going and you let out a moan.

„Good girl. Show me what it’d be like fucking you right here in this tent.“ You inhale sharply through your mouth. Bastard. He moves closer and keeps eye contact.

„Oh.“ It slips out of your gaping mouth before you know it.

„Mmh. Make that noise again, I liked that.“ No! That can’t be true. This just can’t be turning you on! But you follow Steve‘s commands.

„Oh!“ You notice your breathing growing faster.

„Just like that, baby. You like how I order you around, huh?“ You can almost feel his breath on your neck again. You close your eyes to focus, but it doesn’t have any effect. Somehow his voice is closer to your ear now and it’s the only thing you can perceive.

„Answer me, y/n.“, he demands. You rush to nod.

„Use your words, baby.“ Where did this calling you baby come from?

„Yes, I like that…“, you say, but it sounds out of breath. „… a lot.“ The last part you mumbled and now you don’t dare to open your eyes. You’re pretty damn sure he heard it. When he hums again you can hear a smirk on his face. It makes you moan, louder this time.

„I wonder what I could do to make you moan even louder.“ Okay, now it actually feels like he‘s breathing right onto your skin. The more he talks dirty to you, the more you feel your center getting hot. „Tell me.“

„You could…“, you begin to whisper.

„Speak up, baby.“

„You could…“, you start again with a firmer voice. „uhm, grab my hair.“ The air hisses through his teeth.

„Oh, yeah. What else do you want me to do to you?“ You swallow hard. Shit. There’s no denying. You’re getting wet.

„You could kiss…“, you hesitate.

„What, baby? What do you want me to kiss?“ Steve sounds breathless.

„… my nipples.“, you utter hastly. This is turning into some kind of phonesex, only you’re less than 3 ft apart. And it’s turning you on, damn.

„Fuck.“ You press your lips together. „Open your eyes, baby. I need you to look at me and say that again like I’m inside you.“ His voice is so close, it’s just a whisper.

Your eyes fly open with shock and curiousity. He sits much closer to you now and watches your every move. Your eyes are used to the darkness now, so you can see his heated face clearly.

„I… want you to kiss my nipples.“ A fine line between his eyebrows appears and he moans with no sign of holding back. You stare at his open lips while wetting yours.

„I want you to suck on my fingers. Will you do that for me?“, he grumbles and seems to be holding himself back from actually doing it. You lick your lip and nod.

„Anything for you.“ That seemed to do it for him too. Steve moans with a frown of pleasure.

„What else do you want me to do?“, you ask with a husky voice.

„Put your hands above your head.“, he demands and shifts in his seating position.

„What are you gonna do? Pin me down?“, you tease and smile up at him.

„Oh, yes, baby. So I can make sure you stay put, while I eat you out.“ You can’t help but stare at him with your mouth open.

„Moan like I'm fucking your wet little pussy with my mouth.“, he orders with a low, sexy voice. And you do, fully lost in the moment.

„Oh… God, Steve!“, you cry out and hum. „I need you. Now.“

„And I need you to place that perfect ass right on my dick.“ You're not imagining this. There is a fire in his eyes that seems to light up the tent.

„Oh yeah.“ The constant eye contact is killing you slowly.

„Fuck, you’re so tight.“, he swears and breathes fast.

„Oh god, you’re so big inside me.“, you whimper. One of your hands find its way to your mouth and you bite your finger when you let out the moan that’s been building in your throat. He watches your thumb getting stuck between your teeth. „Grab my ass.“

„Like that?“

„Tighter.“, you plead and wish you could reach into your panties. And the groan that leaves Steve’s throat only intensifies that urge.

„Fuck! Can I slap your ass?“ You’re surprised he asks and let your thumb slip from your mouth. But then you notice his hand reaching for your sleeping bag, removing the fabric that had covered your thighs. He looks at you in anticipation. Quickly you nod and bite your lower lip, when he smacks the bare skin of your thigh below your shorts, above the holster for your blade. It makes you moan desperately. His hand remains on your leg and he rubs away the sting.

„Time for the finale.“, he whispers and moves closer to your ear. „I need you to moan louder.“ And you do. „Yes, baby, come for me.“

„Oh, god.“

„He’s not the one you should cry out for right now.“

You gasp. „Steve!“

„That’s right, baby. Good girl.“ You moan at his praise. „Tell me what I need to do to make you come for me.“

„Bite my neck.“, you whisper without thinking. Within the blink of an eye Steve is on you, grabbing your face, tilting it to the side and brushing his lips over the bare skin of your neck. You let out a whimper.

„Come. Now.“, he growls and it sends an electricity through your whole body. As he bites your neck, you wish you could reach down and really release the tension that had built up between your thighs. But the closest thing you can do is let it out vocally. So that’s what you do. You let out a crying moan and Steve joins you in the ecstatic sound.

Both of you become silent, catching your breath.

„Convincing, right?“, you say quietly, teasing intended, and Steve chuckles. Slowly, he pulls back from you.

„I guess we can sleep now.“, he huffs out while stripping his shirt and laying in his own sleeping bag. His abs were only revealed for so long, but the potential pleasure is so close that it frustrates you.

It takes longer than ususal for you to fall asleep, even though Steve's regular breath and occasional grunt calm you down.

You wake up in the middle of the night – you need to pee. When you open your eyes, you realize that Steve had moved closer to your sleeping bag, leaving only inches between his hand and your head.

Slowly, trying not to wake him up, you get out of the tent. The cold, fresh air makes you shiver for a moment. Then you make your way toward the river to find a quiet place. You think you‘d heard something behind you so you begin to walk at a slower pace. You could have imagined it or it could have been wild animals, so you tell yourself to not stop in your tracks and prepare to fight. Maybe you shouldn’t move any further away from the camp. That’s when you hear it again, it sounds like footsteps that are not meant for you to hear. Now that you’re sure about it, you do prepare to fight and slowly grab your knife. Once you pass a tree, you quickly duck behind it and press your back against the bark. You cling to your weapon tightly, regulate your breathing and wait… And wait. You’re getting nervous just as you hear Steve’s voice.

„Hey, man. You spying on my girl?“, he calls out from somewhere closer to the camp. He can probably see the person who’s following you. From behind the tree you can hear a deep voice mumbling something intelligible. You can’t tell who it is – definitely not Mertan, not Farid or Frank either.

„Yeah. Get the fuck outta here.“, Steve grumbles. Then there are footsteps walking away from you and back to the camp.

Once the footsteps are died away, you find Steve 20 ft away from you, grinning when he spots you coming out from behind the tree.

„That was not necessary, you know that.“, you hiss between closed teeth – parts because you’re angry at him and parts because you’re starting to be cold. His smirk fades and his expression becomes serious.

„I don’t want to imagine what that son of a bitch would have done if I wasn’t here.“ His eyes look seriously tormented and his voice grows louder. „I don’t expect you to thank me, I know you’re capable of ensuring your own safety. Just… I’m… I wanted to make sure you’re okay.“ He sighs. You swallow and nod slowly.

„Can you stay near? I just need to pee real quick.“, you try to remain curt, but you can tell this man cares about you. So you don’t want to push him away. He nods and the tension seems to leave his body.

A few minutes later, you walk back to your tent with Steve and settle into your sleeping bag. You register Steve sliding even closer to you, but you don’t care.

“You’re shivering.” Steve’s voice sounds worried.

“Yup.”

“I don’t have to tell you how to warm up in a sleeping bag, do I?” Your answer is a huff. But after a second of thinking, you decide he’s right and take off your pants and sweatshirt. You close your eyes, but the shivering is not getting any better.

After a few minutes you hear a rustling from Steve’s sleeping bag, zipping, scooching closer. Before you drift off to sleep, you feel his warm body against your back heating you up until you’re no longer trembling.

[jayxox]

Jayxox Masterlist

To have a short overview for myself and for you guys, here is a masterlist (wip).

F - Fluff; A - Angst; S - Smut

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

1. Drunk Love Confession: (F)

On a nights out with the girls, Emily decides for you to call Aaron and have him picking you guys up. Will you finally tell him about your crush?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem! BAU! reader

2. Use your words, darling (S)

Basically pure smut and pure corn, no plot at all. Plus size reader in mind.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader 

3. Instagram Pt.1 (F)

The BAUs Instagram presented to you by Aaron and yourself. Atta boy!

4. The book of love is written by us (F)

Aaron and you met in a bookstore. Let's remember that together.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Can be read by everyone. No pronouns used.

5. Go out with me, please. (F)

It's a rather short fanfiction inspo.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Can be read by everyone. No pronouns used.

Hawaii Five-O

McDanno

1. All it takes is a Governors Ball (F)

Danny wakes up alone, while Steve forgot to invite the team for the Governors Ball. Maybe this is the opportunity for Danny to not wake up alone anymore?

Pairing: Steve McGarrett x Danny Williams

2. Ugly Christmas Sweater (F)

In time for Christmas, the Williams´ are throwing a Ugly Christmas Sweater Party. This is Steve´s first time being introduced into family traditions. Wanna bet he will be looking gorgeous?

Pairing: Steve McGarrett x Danny Williams (established relationship)

3. Love Confessions (F)

Danny and Steve are talking about love confessions. They are in every little detail.

Pairing: Steve McGarrett x Danny Williams

[awesometheydontknowiamhere]

E Malama (WIP)

Summary:

You, Steve McGarrett's neighbour and best friend go for an early morning walk, when you hear some strange noises from inside an abandoned warehouse. You decide to check it out and are dragged in and captured by a notorious drug cartel and end up getting caught in the cross hairs of a raid conducted by the Five-0 in that very warehouse. In those dark and desperate times, you have nothing but hope to cling on to. This series follows your rescue and how an adverse event pushes two friends together, forcing them to explore their feelings for each other in a slow burn tale of fluff and angst.

Part One: Rule Number One: Don't Enter Abandoned Warehouses

Part Two: Rule Number Two: Don't Hide Things From Your Doctor

More to come.

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Teenage Years

Pairing: Steve McGarrett x Reader

Summary: Steve doesn't want his baby girl to grow up just yet.

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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"Kalea!"

"Mom!"

Y/N looked up from her laptop to see her sixteen year old storming into the house with Eddie and Steve hot on her trail.

"You're dripping water on the floor Kalea-"

"Mom could you please talk to dad." Steve walked passed her heading straight to his wife to kiss the top of her head.

"I'm not following, what's the problem?"

"I got asked out on a date and he said that I can't go." Steve snorted and pulled up the seat next to Y/N who already had her eyes locked on him.

"Did you do your homework like I asked? Did you clean your room?" Kalea groaned, her face red with anger watching her father's stoic face; she knew that her dad had zero intentions on changing his mind.

"Did you?"

"No dad, I didn't."

"Exactly and keep this attitude up, you're looking at a lovely two weeks on house arrest." Y/N merely shrugged her shoulders at her daughter.

"You two are unbelievable, you both aren't like this when it comes to Kai!"

"Watch your tone." Y/N was beginning to get irritated with her snappy attitude. Kalea scoffed and murmured something beneath her breath and Steve immediately pulled up on it.

"Excuse me, what did you say young lady?"

"Nothing."

"It has to be something so say it, louder this time please so your mother and I could hear you."

"I said Kai could get away with murder and you two would let him since you already let him do his own thing." With that off her chest, Kalea stormed off up to her room and the resounding slam of her bedroom door filled the relatively quiet house.

"That just landed her four weeks of being grounded. She goes to school, soccer practice and straight home, that's it." Y/N turned to face her husband, placing her hand on his thigh and he immediately covered it with his.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to say this once and once only. She's sixteen Steve, she's bound to start going to parties with her friends and she's a beautiful girl, boys are surely lining up to take her out on dates." Steve rolled his eyes at her last statement; she was right, Kalea is at the age to start feeling out relationships and truth be told, he hated that fact.

"I hate you." Y/N chuckled locking lips with the grumpy man.

"You love me, now, go on up there and talk to your kid. Let her go out on the date and then you could ground her for her attitude and slamming the door." Rolling his eyes he did as directed by his wife.

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"How do I look?"

"Like a loser- ow!" Kai rubbed the back of his head where Steve tapped him for being rude.

"You look beautiful darling." Y/N fixed the strap on Kalea's dress before giving her a bone crushing hug.

"You look great kiddo."

"Thanks dad." Steve also wrapped his baby girl in his arms just as the doorbell rung. He watched as his wife moved to answer it and was semi pleased to see a decent looking young man with a bouquet of flowers standing in the doorway.

Y/N stepped over to her husband, watching on as their daughter accepted the flowers with a big smile on her face.

"Mom, dad, this is Josh. Josh these are my parents and that's my brother on the couch."

"It's a pleasure to meet you both Mr. and Mrs. McGarrett."

"Likewise Josh, you two have a good time tonight."

"By good time she meant enjoy the show at the beach not anything else and if you pull any funny business I will know and I will come after you. Are we clear?" Josh gulped in fear of the intimidating Commander who hadn't broken his eye contact with just yet.

"Crystal, sir."

"Good now get going, don't want you both to miss the show." The couple left and Kai headed up to his room with Eddie following him. Y/N securely wrapped her arms around his waist and Steve's hands found their place on hers.

"I still don't like this, my baby girl is not a baby anymore."

"She's always going to be the freckled face little girl that loved ponytails and glitter that we know and love no matter how old she gets Steve."

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Hawaii five-0 Taglist:

@sketch-and-write-lover

[sweetandabitspycho]

Next fict's will be, probably not going to be in this order.😂 let me know if you want to be tagged in anyone.

Rhaenyra Targaryen second part smut.

Eric Draven soul mate fluffy.

steve mcgarrett fluffy.

Ratched Netflix Edmund Tolleson fluffy and Huck Finnigan fluffy!

[1-800-imagines]

Shower (Steve McGarrett) NSFW

2 in a row boys

It had been a long day and you needed to unwind. Steve wasn’t home yet so you decided to take a shower and clean up.

A few minutes in, the bathroom door opened and Steve walked in, “MInd if I join?” He asked. He was already taking his clothes off and you were more than happy to let him in.

He stepped in and you moved over, “How was work?” You were lathering your hair. Steve was watching you.

“Nothing too exciting.” He shrugged and you grabbed your loofa. You loaded it with soap and started to scrub your body. “Let me,” Steve said softly and started to lather your body with his hands.

You closed your eyes and hummed softly. His hands lingered on your breasts and you could see the effect it was having on him. You reached down and began to stroke him.

His mouth went to your neck and he pushed you against the wall, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, baby.” You pursed and sped up the pace with your hand. 

“I want you.” He growled and almost immediately hoisted you more upright. You threw your leg over his thigh and he thrust into you. 

You moaned out his name, “Oh Steve.” He had your whole body shakinga from hitting all the right spots. You clenched around him causing him to cum.

You almost collapsed but Steve held you upright, “Lets get you cleaned up for real this time.”

[raven-black102]

I'm gonna show this to my friend whenever they ask why I'm still single. XD

I need to be able to have more tags lol

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Eight Seconds

[Not quite an author’s note, but more so a confession: I went line dancing the other night… I wish it went like this 😮‍💨 This do be self-indulgent PWP below the cut :) ]

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“I feel like an absolute schmuck. I look like an absolute schmuck. Cowboy hats aren’t meant to be worn this far west, it’s just not a good look,” Danny laments aloud, then catches his girlfriend’s eyes narrowed at his comment and quickly amends, “Except you, my dear, look absolutely adorable in yours.”

“That’s because you’ve got Jersey written all over your ugly mug,” his best friend ever so kindly informs him before taking a pull from his second beer of the night. “Gimme that.”

Steve takes the felt hat off of the blonde’s head and dons it himself instead, adjusting the brim low enough to hide the way his gaze is fixed on one young woman twirling around the dancefloor.

You throw your head back with a laugh as your current partner in the circle dance spins you to the next, and you take your new partner’s hand without missing a beat. Steve is absolutely mesmerized by the way you move so effortlessly, gliding between the complicated steps without a care in the world, your ponytail swinging in the same rhythm as your tempting hips.

“Hey,” Melissa yells to be heard over the pounding bass of the country song, nudging Steve hard enough to break him out of his trance. He turns to her and she lifts the brim of the hat before challenging, “Why don’t you get in there instead of ogling her all night, Commander?”

He’s grateful the flashing lights turn red at that moment to accompany the song change and graciously hide the heat creeping across his cheeks. “Am I being that obvious?”

“I’m surprised someone hasn’t put out a restraining order yet,” Danny’s quick to jibe. “Although I guess you’re meeting the requisite fifty feet.”

“You’re a riot,” the brunette grumbles under his breath before downing the rest of his beer. He twists around to place the empty bottle on the table, then turns back to find his view of the dancefloor blocked by a pair of jean shorts and a crop top sporting the skeletal head of a bull, if he’s not mistaken.

“Forgive me if I’m wrong,” your sweet voice settles over him like the Hawaii sunshine after a cool morning swim, “but y’all came out on a line dancing night and have yet to get to dancing.” A finger tips the brim of his hat even further up, and Steve comes face to face with the vision he’s been silently pining after all evening. He opens his mouth to answer, but finds himself speechless for quite possibly the first time in his adult life.

Thankfully, you fill the silence by chatting with Melissa, letting Steve bask in the touch of warm southern drawl woven around your words, and a different kind of heat floods his face this time thinking about what that sweet accent would sound like calling out his name tonight. He zones out while you prattle on, indulging in his decidedly not-safe-for-work fantasy and appreciating the way the cuff of your shorts sits snugly on your thick thighs just below the curve of your ass. Of all the things he’s been jealous of touching you tonight, denim takes the crown for being the most absurd.

“Commander Cupid,” Danny barks, roughly swatting at Steve’s shoulder to get his attention. “She’s talking to you, you putz.”

He clears his throat before turning his focus to you with an apologetic smile. “Got lost in my thoughts there,” he says by way of an explanation, and the twinkle of mirth in your eyes tells him you have a pretty good idea of just what those thoughts entailed.

“I asked if you wanted to come dance or just sit here watching me all night,” you repeat, one eyebrow cocked playfully.

“Oh, I, uh-” He knows he’s caught, and he lets out a soft laugh while shaking his head. “Totally busted, huh?”

“Tell you what,” you declare confidently, letting your hair fall loose from its elastic confine before palming the felt hat and settling it snugly on your head with a smirk. “I’ll make the decision for you.”

You start your journey back to the dance floor, clapping along to the kick drum announcing the beginning of that one Luke Bryan song that everybody always seems to know. You throw a wink over your shoulder and Steve stands to join you, pausing mid-step when Melissa hollers his name. He turns back to find an elated grin on her face, and she calls out, “Do you know the rule?”

Steve raises one eyebrow and shakes his head, curious.

“If you wear the hat…”

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“...you ride the cowboy,” you exclaim breathlessly in the back of Steve’s Silverado, your thighs burning from exertion. “Never heard that one before?”

“Nu uh,” the brunette answers rather unintelligently, the second syllable morphing into a groan when you roll your hips against his, somehow slotting his length even deeper in your heat. His hands find your love handles of their own volition, kneading the soft, warm skin there while you mouth hungrily at the sharp planes of his stubbled jaw.

He plants his feet on the floor of his truck before using his bruising grip as leverage to buck up into you, your hips kissing with every thrust as his lips find yours once more. You moan into his awaiting mouth, every coherent thought in your head disappearing, replaced by a mantra of your devilish lover’s name.

“That’s it, baby,” Steve rumbles out his praise. “Take everything I give you like a good girl.”

“Fuck yes,” you cry out, your head falling back and giving him the opportunity to run his nose down your exposed throat, a light scraping of teeth following in its wake. “Bite me,” you plead, and he’s quick to obey, sinking his teeth into the dip where your neck and shoulder meet.

Your walls tighten around his cock at the pleasurable tinge of pain, forcing Steve to let out an involuntary whimper against your skin. You pull back with a gasp, cupping his cheeks between your two smaller hands and feeling his face grow hot beneath your fingertips. “Oh my god,” you manage to get out between incessant pants every time your hips meet. “Do that again.”

“You like th-” The incredulous question dies on his lips, cut off by another soft whimper when you intentionally flex your muscles around him.

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard come out of a man’s mouth,” you declare, excited by the new discovery. “Don’t you hold back on me now.”

He doesn’t.

Spurred on by your praise and just how fucking hot it is for someone else to order him around for once, Steve allows himself to be vocal, all manner of delicious sounds escaping his kiss-bitten lips while you ride him for everything he’s worth.

“That’s it, baby,” you echo his words from earlier with a positively dangerous grin. “Take everything I give you like a good boy.”

“Fuck,” he breathes out, his cock twitching in response to your overt display of dominance. This is new for him, too, and he decides at that moment that he’s going to have to explore this side of himself more often.

“What is it, Steve?” you ask, your taunt coated by your honey-sweetened accent. “You need to cum? Need to fill this little pussy up?” An unintelligible noise works its way up from low in his throat, and he stares up at you, dumbstruck. “Is that a ‘yes’?”

Steve nods desperately, not trusting his voice to form a response in a coherent manner.

“Oh, sweet boy,” you coo, carding your fingers through his hair, slowing down the torturous twisting of your hips, your other hand teasing your clit. He holds your thighs in a vice grip, his own quaking beneath your body in an attempt to stave off his impending orgasm. Then you tuck one finger under his chin and lift his gaze to yours, and the single syllable you utter shatters the last of his resolve. “Beg.”

Hot ropes of cum paint your walls as Steve lets out a debauched groan, his head falling back against the seat of the truck while you apply steady pressure to your clit, letting yourself crest over the edge moments after him.

You give Steve some time to recover, pressing gentle kisses to his sweaty skin and running your nails along his scalp until the heaving of his chest gives way to steadier breathing. “You okay, baby?”

“That-” He stops, shaking his head and opting to capture your lips in a tender kiss instead of voicing his feelings.

“I figured after the week you had, fighting with the FBI over jurisdiction on your case, you might like to give up control,” you offer by way of explanation, sinking further into his lap to rest your head in the crook of his neck.

“Yeah, you could say that,” your boyfriend laughs, in awe of your uncanny ability to read him so easily. His fingers trail up and down your spine and you settle into his warmth with a content sigh before cheekily adding, “Didn’t think you’d like it that much, though.”

A laugh rumbles out of him again and he admits, “I knew you were a switch, but I didn’t think I was, too.”

“Surprise,” you respond, and he feels your lips turn upward in a smile against his skin. “And here you and Danny were being resistant to line dancing. I told y’all it’s fun, didn’t I?”

He hums in agreement, then adds with a self-satisfied lilt to his voice, “Kind of you to save a horse tonight, sweetheart.”

You snort in response, clambering out of his lap to fix your clothes for the ride home. Finding the discarded cowboy hat in the truck’s passenger seat, you return it to its rightful spot on your boyfriend’s head. “I’ll turn you into a country boy, yet, Steve.”

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[A/N (for realsies): Don’t ask where this came from, tbh I blame WhimperTok for r u i n i n g me. And I just know this big, tough man is secretly a lil slut who wants to be Commander outside the bedroom but Commanded™️ in the bedroom, u feel me? I may have to explore this more 👀]

[urwarriorangel]

princess (steve mcgarrett)

heyo babes! my first valentine’s day fic and it’s for five-0 heartthrob steve mcgarrett! i hope you guys like this! i enjoyed writing it and it’s a little fastpaced but it’s fun! as always, pls lmk what you think! <3 xoxo

w: innuendos, moments of self doubt (!!!gifs not mine!!!)

“Is it alright if I call you princess?” (@rpstartersforyou)

You’ve been working with Five-0 for nearly a year now and you and Commander McGarrett still don’t get along. You got off on the wrong foot, you disobeyed him (for the team’s well-being), and you constantly argued.

Now is another one of those times.

“What the hell were you thinking Y/LN? You could have gotten us all killed!” McGarrett’s got you locked up in his office and he’s giving you a very BIG piece of his mind. You sitting there silently isn’t helping his mood. “I asked you a question! Answer it before I suspend you.”

“Suspend me?” You look up at him, anger and betrayal painted in your features. “You’re going to suspend me for making the call that eventually saved all of our asses?”

“I’m going to suspend you for putting us all at risk, Y/N. Now tell me what the hell were you thinking?” He slams his hands on the desk and you stand up to be at least eye-to-chest level with him.

“I’m not going to apologize for my actions, Commander! I took a calculated risk. I knew what the outcome would be. The worst thing that would happen is I’d have a few scratch marks, case in point,” you point out the three stitches on your temple and the one small gash on your cheek. “If I hadn’t taken the risk, you would have died. Kono would be in surgery right now. Danny would’ve been taken hostage and Chin would have been a wreck. I wouldn’t let that happen.”

“What the hell are you talking about? What does all that mean?” He glares at you and you shake your head, laughing softly.

“I know I haven’t been a part of this team as long as the other’s have and I know you hate me, but I would never put any of you at risk. Me being hurt isn’t nearly as big an issue as the rest of you being hurt. I’ll be just fine,” you grab your things and make your way to the door.

“The fact of the matter is that one of us gets hurt. It doesn’t matter which one, Y/N,” Steve shakes his head at you and you give him a smile, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“You’re all family. It matters,” you pat his arm and make your way out of his office, the reality of it all settling in. They’re a family you’re not a part of. You give the rest of your team a small smile and head on home.

You take the long way home, enjoying the scenery and reminding yourself of the good things on this damn island. By the time you make it home, you’re tired and worn out and you don’t notice the light on in your kitchen until it’s too late.

“It’s about time you made it home,” a voice calls out and pull your gun out, aiming it at the direction the voice came from. “It’s Steve, by the way. Put your gun down.”

“What the hell, McGarrett?” You lock the door and walk into the kitchen, brows furrowed. “What’s going on?”

“Well I feel bad for today. After you uh stormed out earlier, I-”

“Hold on, stormed out? Buddy, I kissed your cheek and walked out. And I said bye to everyone, so get your facts right boss,” you raise a brow at him and he holds his hands up in surrender.

“Fine, after you left,” he emphasizes the word eft and you roll your eyes at him. “After you left, I talked to the team. Chin reiterated what you said to me, said I shouldn’t have been so hard on you. They all said that I do, in fact, act like I hate you and I just want you to know that I don’t hate you. And I’m really sorry I gave you that impression.”

“Uh-huh,” you nod and walk into the kitchen, leaning against the countertop as Steve works on making food for you. “Whatcha making sailor?”

“Fettuccine Alfredo. I figure, you know. It’s Valentine’s day. You deserve something good to eat after all the apparent shit I put you through,” he shrugs and you look to the bottle of wine sitting by the sink.

“And you brought wine?” You smirk and walk over to grab the bottle. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think Commander McGarrett wanted to get laid tonight.”

“C’mon go easy on me,” he shrugs, focusing on the meal, and you laugh. “I didn’t know what to do so I, yes, I broke into your place and decided to be nice for once. And hey, listen to me.”

“Listening, boss. Look this way,” you hold up your phone, taking a video of your boss in a floral apron as he glares at his creation. He looks up at you, shaking his head.

“Put the phone down!” He groans and you laugh, shaking your head. “If any of this gets back to Danno, I’m gonna kick both your asses.”

“Right, right. You love Danno and I think I’m growing on you, so,” you smile as McGarrett rolls his eyes, seeing as you won’t put the phone down.

“Oh so this is how it’s gonna go, huh?” He turns down the stove temps and pulls off his apron but it’s not until he looks at you that you know you’re in trouble. “Alright.”

“No!” You yell and run out of the kitchen, Steve already on your tail. You jump over couches, go under tables and Steve obviously catches you in five seconds flat.

“I did ask you nicely,” he whispers, now straddling your waist and holding your hands over your head.

“You did. I also refused, very nicely if I do say so myself,” you clearly don’t know when to shut up and this makes your boss smile.

“You did ask nicely but I don’t like being disobeyed,” he gives you a pointed look and you smirk.

“Tell me boss, when has that stopped me before?”

“It hasn’t,” he chuckles and you nod, smiling widely.

“Exactly. Now c’mon. Let’s go eat,” you shrug under his grip and he nods, standing up and pulling you up with him.

“I’m hungry for something else entirely now,” he whispers and you do your best to ignore the blush rising to your cheeks.

“Really now? And what is that?” You stand in front of him, daring him to make a move.

“Some of Kamekona’s shrimp, actually,” he clears his throat and you laugh, throwing a nearby pillow at him.

“Screw you,” you walk back into the kitchen, leaving behind a laughing Steve.

“Come on, princess. You know I was joking,” he comes over to you and you raise a brow at the new nickname. “Oh, is it okay if I call you princess? Y’know, seeing as you don’t listen to anyone and just do what you want?”

“You can call me that if you give me something to talk about. And between me and you?” You grab him by the collar and pull him close, your lips brush against his as he awaits your response. “I’ll be talking a lot about how you managed to burn some pasta.”

[sweet-demiboi]

Request rules:

I don’t write for heterosexual relationships.

I write for female x female, male x male, non-binary x every gender.

I also would write for ftm or mtf, if you want it.

My english is... probably bad at some points, so please be gentle with me XD

I will write smut if you want (I actually like it). At this point: If you’re non-binary and you have a woman’s body: I will write for you and a male (or another non-binary with a man’s body, or another woman, you got me).

I only write smut for people, who are older than 16 (in the story).

I like to be creative in every genre, I guess, but I haven’t written angsty stuff yet (but I’m open for it) and I’m not good at bad ends...

You can describe yourself as specific as you want, for example what nationality you have, or skincolor, or anything else.

Requests are CLOSED RN

NOTE: When a character's name is orange I DO NOT write for them at the moment.

Who I write for:

Marvel:

Peter Parker

Warren Worthington III

MJ

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Tony Stark

Valkyrie

Bucky Barnes

Sylvie Laufeysdottir

Celebrities:

Tom Holland

Tom Hiddleston

Zendaya

Thomas Brodie-Sangster

Dylan O'Brien

Harrison Osterfield

Henry Cavill

Ben Hardy

Harry Potter:

Hermione Granger

Sirius Black (young)

Remus Lupin (young)

James Potter (young)

Lily Evans (young)

Regulus Black (young)

+ Poly: Wolfstar, Jegulus

Maze runner:

Newt

Thomas

Brenda

+ Poly: Newtmas

The hobbit:

Thorin Oakenshield <3

Kili Durin

Fili Durin

Thranduil

+ Poly: Bagginshield

Lord of the rings:

Aragorn

Arwen

+ Poly: Aralas

The witcher:

Geralt

Jaskier

Ciri

+ Poly: Geraskier

Helluva boss:

Stolas

Blitzo

+ Poly: Stolas x Blitzo

Love, Victor:

Mia Brooks <3

Benji Campbell

Hawaii Five-O:

Steve McGarrett

Danny Williams

Tani Rey

Shadowhunters:

Alexander 'Alec' Lightwood

Magnus Bane

Jace Lightwood

Clary Fairchild

+ Poly: Malec, Jace x Simon, Clizzy

Merlin:

Arthur Pendragon

Sir Gwaine

Merlin

+ Poly: Merthur

Chronicles of Narnia:

Edmund Pevensie

Prince Caspian

The goldfinch:

Boris Pavlikovsky

+ Poly: Boris x Theo

Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

+ Poly: Mungrove

Wednesday:

Enid Sinclair

Bohemian Rhapsody/Queen:

Roger Taylor

Brian May

Gwilym Lee!Brian May

Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor

+ Poly: Brian x Roger

6 Underground:

Billy/Four

Masterlist

The hobbit:

Thorin

Thorin with an introverted boyfriend

Thorin with a jealous boyfriend

Thorin being attracted to his smoking boyfriend

Thorin with a boyfriend who can transform into a horse

Love at first sight

Arachnophobia is a bitch

Thorin with an angel boyfriend

Thorin with his FtM!Pregnant!Husband

Marvel:

Peter Parker

Little chat #1

Little chat #2

Studying with Peter

Loki

Bottom!Loki x Top!Male!Reader

Soft sex with Bottom!Loki

Loki with a boyfriend who can only sleep to noise

Little chat #1

Bucky Barnes

Wholesome smut

Thor

Thor with a boyfriend who is the god of wisdom

Mixed

Loki/Peter/Tony/Thor x Male!Reader (also NSFW)

Celebrities:

Tom Holland

Little chat #1

Little chat #2

Little chat #3

Little chat #4

Little chat #5

Helluva boss:

Imagine being Stolas and Blitzo's boyfriend

Love, Victor:

Mia Brooks:

Being Mia's girlfriend

Shadowhunters:

Magnus Bane:

Magnus with his boyfriend but it's very gay

Alec Lightwood:

Alec Lightwood x Trans!Male!Reader

Merlin:

Sir Gwaine:

Little chat #1

Night activities

Candy hearts

(Y/N) is drowning but it's funny

Pregnant!Ftm!(Y/N) (and Gwaine being a sweet husband)

Merthur and Male!Reader x Gwaine fucking but no actual smut

Marauders:

Everyone:

Marauders comforting you after you were raped by your boyfriend

Stranger Things:

Billy Hargrove:

tease

smoking together for the first time

Male!Reader makes Billy question his sexuality pt.2 pt.3

Comforting Billy after he gets abused by Neil

Making out with Billy

Fucking Billy after pe class

Eddie Munson:

giving trans!Eddie a blowjob at a pool

Queen:

Roger Taylor:

you have sex for the first time after Roger gets back from tour

new name for trans!masc!(Y/N)

Sir Brian May:

Going to university with Brian (Trans!Male!Reader)

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Face To The Name

Pairing: Steve McGarrett x Reader

Summary: Someone from Steve's past shows up unannounced needing his help.

Warnings: mentions of death and blood

MASTERLIST

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Steve jumped out of his sleep upon hearing the sound of his phone ringing on his nightstand. Y/N merely groaned in annoyance and rolled onto her stomach, pulling the duvet up to her chin.

"McGarrett." He hadn't bothered to check the caller ID before answering, his voice thick with sleep but all the sleepiness quickly vanished at the sound of her voice.

"Steve, I need your help. Do you mind letting me in, I'm on your front step?" He carefully threw the covers off of him and pulled up his pants and slipped on his t-shirt from the night before. Steve made sure not to make any loud sounds to wake his fiancé as he left the room and headed down to the front door. 

"Catherine, what's going on?" He opened the door wider for his ex-girlfriend to enter and she immediately jumped to what brought her here.

“Three days ago I was doing surveillance on Akari Yen, he’s a member of the Yakuza here in Honolulu. He has his hands in sex trafficking, arms and ammunition, the full works.” Catherine was on edge, that much was obvious to Steve.

“I don’t know how my cover was blown but when I got home my entire place was turned upside down and those responsible left a message.” She tapped on her phone and showed him the photo of the message plastered on her wall.

Consider this a warning visit

“He knows that I’ve been looking into him and I’m close to busting his operation but I’m not backing down which is why I’m here Steve, I need your help.” 

“Alright, let me get dressed first and then we could get going.”

“Who’s going where?” Y/N rubbed the sleep out of her eyes on her way down the steps, oblivious to the fact that they weren’t alone. Catherine felt part of her heart sank to her stomach at the fact that he had moved on despite the fact that she was the one that let him go.

“Y/N this is Catherine, Catherine, Y/N.” All traces of sleep left her body at the mention of his ex-girlfriend’s name. Catherine stuck her hand out to shake, to which Y/N awkwardly took a hold of.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Steve’s phone rang yet again breaking the silence that settled in the room.

“McGarrett….When?....Alright, Y/N will be there in a bit. No Danny, I’m taking a personal day, I’d love to tell you why but this is much better.” He hung up the phone and turned to face his fiance.

“Two bodies were found on Waimanalo Beach, Danny’s already on the scene.” Taking that as her cue, Y/N rushed up to their room to get ready to start the long day ahead. Catherine observed the way Steve followed after her; she didn’t consider him possibly having someone to keep his bed warm.

“Personal day, that’s what you’re calling it?”  Y/N hopped into the shower while he was brushing his teeth, Steve did talk about Catherine a couple times with Danny and Y/N did overhear bits and pieces of the woman during the earlier stages of their relationship; now flash forward two years she’s finally able to put a face to the name.

“She just needs my help with something, that’s all.”

“With what?”

“That I can’t say.”

“Mhmm.” Y/N left the conversation at that and finished up her shower.

Steve watched as she actively tried to keep her distance from him as they both got dressed for their day. Y/N clipped her badge onto the waistband of her jeans, holstered her weapon and slipped her phone into her pocket.

“See you later.” Steve managed to block her from walking out the door to give her a kiss, one that she didn’t respond to until Steve pulled her flush against him with his hand on the small of her back. He didn’t want either of them to leave the house like this.

“I love you and I’ll tell you everything when it’s finished.”

“Love you too, be safe.” Steve let her walk past him to get going. 

While the pair were upstairs, Catherine took the time to look over at the many photos of the couple and the rest of the task force with a small smile etched onto her features but then her eyes landed on the sonogram in a frame.

Is she pregnant?

Y/N merely waved at the brunette on her way out the door and Catherine watched as she drove off. 

“Let’s go.”

—---

“Alright, what do we know so far?”

“Lisa Henry, thirty five and Zack Humphries, forty were found by the lady over there. She said that she was on her morning jog on the beach when she came across the bodies.” Y/N walked alongside Danny to where the bodies were being processed. By the looks of it their throats were slit but there wasn’t any indication that they bled out on the beach.

“Their bodies were placed here, there would’ve been a large pool of blood.”

“Exactly my thought, Jerry gave us the couple’s last whereabouts, Chin and Kono are on their way there as we speak.”

“Okay, hopefully they find something that helps this case.”  The morning sun shone down on them but thanks to the sea breeze, it was bearable. Danny could tell that something was off about his friend.

“You uh want to talk about what’s bothering you?”

“Nothing’s bothering me Danny.”

“Okay, then could you tell me why my husband isn’t coming in today?”

“He’s helping his ex with a secretive operation today apparently.” Danny thought he misheard her but she went on.

“I finally met Catherine.”

“That must have been fun.”

—----

Steve and Catherine were currently sitting in his truck on the docks, watching the movements of Yen’s men.

“Y/N seems nice.”

“Yeah, let’s not do this.” 

“I’m just saying, I’m happy for you.” Steve dropped his binoculars in his lap and looked over at her to gauge her facial expression but she was genuinely happy for him.

“Thank you and yes, she’s incredible.”

“I don’t mean to pry but I saw the uh- sonogram in the picture frame.” Steve’s face fell at the mention of the baby that they didn’t have the opportunity to meet.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up to begin with.”

“No, no, it’s okay. That was the first and last scan that we ever got of the baby before…” Steve swallowed the lump in his throat as he went on.

“Long story short, she got shot on a case we were working and the stress her body went through led to a miscarriage.”

“Sorry to hear that. Well now you know not to have her in the field next time.”

“Tried that, she fought me on it.” There was movement again on the docks that gained his attention.

Steve and Y/N spent the rest of the day working their respective cases, every now and then he’d call to check in with her and the team. During one of the calls, Danny swiped the phone from her to dig in on his partner, asking him if he’s crazy for even agreeing to go ‘spread joy’ with Catherine for the day. 

The homicide case was solved and it turns out the couple wasn’t who they appeared to be as they got caught up in something much bigger than them. Steve and Catherine were able to catch their guy once they followed the men from the docks to where he was staying up on the north coast.

Y/N’s phone pinged with a text from Steve asking her to meet him at home once she was done at the HQ. She quickly finished her report and bid her team goodnight on her way out; the drive home wasn’t a long one.

“Steve?” She didn’t receive a response but her eyes focused out the glass doors that lead to the ocean. Steve was standing by the chairs with two long boards in his hands. The cold air made her shiver as she walked towards him.

“Glad to see you in one piece.”

“I could say the same.” Steve planted a kiss on her lips and passed her a bottle of beer.

“You know you didn’t have to be so jealous this morning.”

“Me, jealous? I don’t get jealous, Steven.”

“Whatever you say.”

Steve sat down on his chair and pulled her down on his lap to talk about their day under the night stars with the crashing waves filling the short periods of silence in the background.

[jayankles]

Jayankles entries to Tale Teller’s 2020 Bingo Challenge

This is my finished masterlist to @sdavid09​ 2020 Bingo Challenge. Thank you for hosting sucj a fun challenge. This is probably the only bingo that I have blacked out which is amazing since we only had a few months. So proud of myself

Dean’s reaction to Autumn - Head Canon - Dean x Reader

Warrior Queen - Art - Thor x Black!Reader

Just Do the Thing  - One Shot  - Dean x Reader

An Active Apology - Crack - Dean x Reader

Shall we go for a swim, my lady? - Smut - Jensen x Reader

Future Dreamboat: Part 2 - Canon - Dean x 40s!Reader

Diamonds & Shutters Playlist  - Music Playlist - Jensen x Reader

Serenade in Bed. - Drabble - Ben Barnes x Reader

Almost Lost You  - Hurt/Comfort - Kevin Tran x Reader

How Two Became Eight: Masterlist  - Original Character - Jenneel x OFC (Ellie/Elliana)

Long Live the King - Mood Board - T’Challa x Black!Reader

Diamonds & Shutters Part 10 - Alternate Universe - Jensen x Reader

Regardless of Gender - Non Romance - Jensen x Daughter!Reader

How Two Became Eight: Part 1 - Multi Chapter - Jenneel x PoC!OFC

Body swap with Sam - Gender Swap - Sam x Reader

Feliz Cumple - Fluff - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x Reader

Her Accent - Reader Insert - Rowena x Reader

BrOTP: Thorkyrie - Ship(s)

We Need to Talk: Part 2 - Slice of Life - Dean x Reader

Are You Worthy? Part 1  - Friendship - Thor x Reader

Stalker Tendencies - Follower Prompt - Demon!Dean x Reader

The Navy Seal Makes a Splash  - Romance - Steve McGarrett x Reader

Your Turn - Character Death - General Dean fic

He Loves Another - Angst - Thor x Reader

My Midgard Life - Masterlist  - Favourite Story(Not Own) - Thor x Reader

[somethinginthewayiam]

Roleplay

After meeting Danny Williams again at Kamekonas food truck, you and him develop a flirty friendship. One day, you want to take it to a new level and surprise him with nothing but a trench coat and some roleplay at his hotel room.

here

[hisirishsoufflegirl]

(Request by anon: can you write a steve mcgarrett smut?)

[I love Hawaii 5-0 so thank you so much for your requests, ah!]

Show: Hawaii 5-0 Pairing: Steve McGarrett x reader Warnings: smut

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You leaned against the cold wall of the interrogation room. The walls were slightly damp and it made you shiver but you focused on the scene in front of you.

McGarrett sent a glance your way before turning back to the suspect; Akamai Kalua.

“You know what your name means, Akamai?” McGarrett spoke, circling the young man who was handcuffed to the chair.

Akamai grumbled under his breath. “Intelligence.”

“Yeah, intelligence. Now, I’m certainly not seeing any of that but you’d think a drug mule facing up to ten years in prison… would co-operate for a deal.” McGarrett stopped and looked dead straight into Akamai’s eyes.

Akamai chuckled, humourlessly. You grimaced when he suddenly spit on McGarrett’s face. Steve was going to be pissed.

“Okay. Okay. I was trying to be nice but if you want to play it that way..” McGarrett suddenly backhanded Akamai across the face.

You shook your head, not agreeing with your partner’s tactics. “If I were you, I’d just tell him the name. Who runs the cartel, Akamai?”

The drug mule turned his head, looking you up and down. “That depends. Do you get to interrogate me one-on-one?” A sick smile spread across his face.

“Alright, that’s it.” McGarrett unholstered his gun, pointing it directly at Akamai’s in an attempt to scare him into giving up the name.

“You won’t pull the trigger. You don’t have the balls to get rid of your only lead.”

“Trust me, he’ll pull it. He’s nuts.” You aimed the last part at Steve.

Akamai swallowed. “Iona Kakoa.”

McGarrett holstered his gun, looking to you before leaving the room. You sighed, heaving yourself off the wall.

“Don’t bullshit Steve. It never ends well.” You advised Akamai, running a hand through your (Y/H/C) hair and exiting the room.

The precinct was empty apart from you and McGarrett who had offered to stay behind to interrogate. You, not trusting Steve to be left alone with a suspect, stayed behind too.

You walked briskly into McGarrett’s office where he was busy researching Iona. “What the hell was that, McGarrett?”

He turned around. “What was what?”

“I know your methods are unconventional - my God, are they unconventional - but pulling your gun out? Really?” You exclaimed.

“I didn’t like the way he was talking to you.” McGarrett replied, his face stern.

You rolled your eyes. “You don’t have to be so rough. People may think you’re over compensating.”

McGarrett chuckled. “Believe me, I’m not over compensating. And that was not rough. I could have done worse.”

You raised an eyebrow. You could feel your attitude coming as your frustration with Steve grew. “Oh, really? Alright. Show me rough.” Steve turned around to face you. “Show me how rough you can really get, McGarrett.”

Steve ran his hand over his lip. “You want rough? You want to see rough?”

You smirked. “Unless you don’t have the balls.”

Steve licked his lip, his head nodding. “Oh, I’ll show you.”

His hands grabbed your face, tilting your head upwards in order to smash his lips against yours. You groaned at the contact, your hands instinctively reaching up to tug at his dark hair.

His fingers fiddled with the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head, breaking the kiss briefly. You gripped his shirt doing the same before reconnecting your lips. Your hands trailed down to his belt, unbuckling it quickly before you lowered his jeans down.

Steve gripped the edge of his desk as you palmed him through his boxers, teasing him. His breathing became heavier as you inched his boxers down and took his length into your hand. Delicately, you licked the precum off of his tip, intending to tease him even further.

Steve groaned, knowing what you were doing. “(Y/N)…” he warned.

You suppressed a laugh, taking his cock into your mouth. You smirked slightly when you felt his hand tangle itself in your hair, before beginning to bob up and down.

“Oh, God…” Steve breathed, knowing his release would come soon. “(Y/N), stop. Stop.”

Confused, you took his length from your mouth before his hands reached down to grab your upper arms. He spun you around so that you were bent over his desk. You hissed when his cold fingers trailed under the waistband of your dark jeans before swiftly pulling them down to your ankles, panties and all.

“You’ve no idea how much I dreamed of seeing this ass out of those jeans.” Steve confessed, his hands squeezing your ass. He reached over your back to open a drawer, pulling out a silver packet.

“You always keep condoms here at work?” You teased.

“I didn’t know when our sexual tension would be acted on. Better safe than sorry.” he joked back.

He took a few moments to cover his cock with condom. You felt his erection against your thigh, feeling it inch closer and closer to your entrance. He was teasing you as pay back for teasing him.

You bit back a groan. “Steve, just fuck me already.” That was all he needed to hear.

He thrusted into you suddenly, your head falling forward to rest on your arms as you accustomed yourself to his size. His thrusts started off slow before increasing in pace, your moans spurring McGarrett on.

His hands gripped your waist tighter as you started pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.

“Steve, I’m - Ohh..” You could feel your climax approaching.

“I know. Me too.” Steve grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic.

You gripped his desk as your orgasm hit you. “Steve, I’m coming!”

“Come for me, (Y/N).” He let you ride out your orgasm, your name leaving his lips as his climax quickly followed.

Breathing heavily, he reached down placing a kiss on your back before pulling out of you.

You propped yourself up on your elbows as you looked to Steve. “If I had known the sex would be that good, I’d have antagonised you a lot more when I first met you.” You panted, a smile on your lips.

He let out a breathy chuckle. “Me too. Me too.”

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I actually squealed when I got this request. I started another Hawaii 5-0 marathon and my crush on Steve McGarrett has been renewed, ahaha.

Next up, is another Hawaii 5-0 request and I get to write fluffy Danny as well as smutty Danny. I’m excited 💕

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Backseat Driver

[A/N: Don’t ask me how this turned into a nearly 7K fic, mmkay? When I finally hopped on the tumblr train I couldn’t find any Steve x reader x Danny smut so uh… I made it myself :) Sidenote: if you know of any/have suggestions, pls send ‘em my way

This is kind of a preemptive apology because I’m about to sacrifice myself to my Internal Med rotation, so who knows when I’ll be back next 🥲 Enjoy 😈]

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“All I’m saying is, once, just once, I would like to drive my own car, okay? That’s all.”

“Look,” Steve shrugs nonchalantly as he slips his key into the lock and eases the front door open, “I’m the better driver, so I drive. Just makes sense.”

“Are you- Are you serious right now?” Danny mutters a curse under his breath, following his partner into the dark house. “You’re not a better driver, you’re just a control fr-”

He’s cut off abruptly by a groan reverberating throughout the house, and his eyebrows knit together as he shares a look of concern with the brunette. Their playful banter ends immediately and weapons are drawn from holsters. Steve takes point up the staircase, muzzle aimed at your shared bedroom door as Danny covers his six, the two creeping upstairs in an easy rhythm from years of performing this dance.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Steve rumbles out, holstering his weapon and running his fingers through his hair while he laughs softly to himself.

“What? Is she o…kay…” Danny’s words and any semblance of rational thought scramble when he catches up with his partner.

You’re sleeping peacefully in bed, mere feet away yet blissfully unaware of the duo, your hair fanned out over the pillow in gentle waves, the sheets twisted up around your legs, clad in one of Steve’s old Navy shirts and- they assume- little else. Soft whimpers fall past your parted lips, gradually increasing in volume until they match the frantic rutting of your hips against the pillow squeezed between your legs.

“Woah, hey now,” Steve shoots his hand up to cover Danny’s line of sight and the blonde slaps at him in retaliation.

“What are you, ten? I came up here as backup, but clearly she’s fine so I can le-”

“Oh fuck, Danny,” you keen, eyes squeezed shut in apparent ecstasy.

The two men’s voices, one laced in slight mortification, the other in poorly-concealed delight, join together to whisper a singular What the fuck? You release another breathy moan before your boyfriend comes to his senses and yanks the door closed, turning on his best friend and partner with a glare. “You saw nothing. And you heard nothing.”

“Nothing to see, nothing to hear,” Danny responds with a shrug, trying and failing to hide a smirk behind twitching lips and a clearing of his throat.

“She said ‘Daddy’,” Steve insists, accusatory finger pointed at the shorter man’s chest. “Just so we’re clear.”

The blonde is all tongue-in-cheek as he shoots back, “No idea what you’re talking about, babe. I heard nothing, remember?” He bounds down the stairs toward the front door, and Steve swears he’s got an extra spring to his already normally bouncy step when he walks out of the house.

“Right,” Steve grits out into the giddy air left in Danny’s wake, mind already whirring with potential ways he’s going to make you repent for this little slip up.

__________

“Good morning, handsome,” you call over your shoulder as you stir creamer into your morning brew, dropping the spoon and squealing in delight when you’re unceremoniously spun around and deposited on the kitchen counter next to the coffee maker. Your boyfriend’s mouth latches onto your neck immediately, muttering out a half-hearted greeting between heated kisses to your skin. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and let out a whine, knocking your head back against the cabinet when he bites down on the sensitive divot between your neck and shoulder. His tongue darts out to soothe the area, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him and press your heels into his lower back, forcing his erection against your lace-covered center.

A sharp gasp punches out of you at the sheer weight of his cock pressing against you, your mind growing fuzzy as Steve cages you in with his hulking form. “Please,” you whine pathetically, tugging at the short strands of his sleep-mussed hair while he relentlessly lavishes your chest and neck with open-mouthed kisses. Then he redirects his attention to your mouth, pressing a few chaste kisses to your lips before devouring you from the inside out. His tongue slips past your parted lips with ease, effortlessly dancing with and dominating yours, pulling needy whimpers from the depths of your being.

“Steve,” you gasp, pulling back to catch your breath, chest flushed and heaving while you roll your hips against his with lust-driven abandon. “This case took way too long. I need you inside of me, like, yesterday.”

He tenderly brushes his thumb over your swollen bottom lip and you hungrily lap at the digit, drawing it into your mouth and sucking greedily as your eyes flutter closed.

“God,” Steve’s laugh is dark and throaty, and you feel another rush of wetness pooling between your thighs. “You’re fucking feral for my cock, aren’t you, baby?”

You nod frantically in response, sucking on his finger with renewed vigor while tears well in your eyes out of desperation.

“Daddy’s little cumslut, hm? Want it in you and on you all the time, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes, Commander,” you cry out, hoping your play on his authority kink will push him over the edge into giving you what you want. You let your nails rake over the trail of dark hair along his lower abdomen before slipping your hand into his shorts and stroking his hard length. “Just want to be a good girl for you.” Without breaking the steady rhythm of your hand working his cock, you guide his hand to the growing wet spot on your panties, pressing his fingers against where you want him, need him. “Please,” you beg again, damn near your breaking point, “please fuck me.”

Finally, mercifully, he obliges, curling two fingers around your lame excuse for underwear and tugging it aside, shoving his shorts down so that you can line the head of his cock up to your wet heat. Your ass is barely on the countertop now, your body magnetically drawn forward, desperate for connection. He pushes into you inch by inch until he bottoms out, and the sound that escapes your lips is nothing short of pornographic.

“Look at that,” he breathes out with a self-satisfied smile, “not even a single stroke and you’ve already got that dumb look on your face.”

“Feels-” You pause to lick your lips, trying to correct the sudden dryness in your mouth as your walls involuntarily squeeze around the delicious fullness, “so fucking good.”

“Yeah? Remember that.”

And then he’s pulling out and tucking himself back into his shorts, heading upstairs and leaving you high and dry on the kitchen counter, lips and legs parted in surprise.

__________

Seated at your desk at work, your fingers fly over the keyboard before you with a mind of their own, the steady clicking of your nails allowing you to zone out and replay the events of this morning for the hundredth time. You’ve already eliminated the possibility of it being a punishment, because Steve has nothing to punish you for. He’s been working a case tirelessly for nearly the past week, and you barely had time to interact with your super SEAL, let alone do something to warrant being punished. Maybe he missed you so much he wanted you all hot and bothered for mind blowing sex tonight- mission very much accomplished. Maybe he’d finally been hit in the head one too many times, and his amygdala was fucked up now.

Or maybe he was actually upset with you.

The last possibility has your lips curling into a frown. You’ve been steadily chipping away at Steve's hardened exterior and actively working on communicating. It’s become a game now, a pingpong match of Use your words, Steven, and You sound like my mother, and the reigning champion, Doris is the reason your emoting needs work.

You pull out your phone to call Steve and settle this once and for all, but a glance at the time offers a better option.

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“Future Mrs. McGarrett comin’ in hot!”

“Thank you for announcing my arrival,” you smile and wave at your boyfriend’s team in greeting, making a beeline for his office before the glass double doors of the Five-0 home base have even eased shut behind you.

“Somebody’s in trouble,” Chin jokes about the intensity of your pace. Danny’s gaze lingers on your passing form for longer than he’d like to admit before he responds with a simple, “Yeah.” And it’s not Steve.

“You,” you start, plucking the pen out of Steve’s large hand and tossing it into the nearby mug with its mates before daintily planting your body on the solid wooden desk, “owe me an explanation.”

He sits back in his chair, arms crossed and a provocative tilt to one eyebrow in a show of dominance, intentionally spreading his legs and arching his hips upward to draw your attention there. “For?”

You let out a wry chuckle, your arms repositioning in a reflection of his standoffish posture. “You know what for.”

He leans forward suddenly, his strong hands splaying over your thighs just below the hem of your skirt, and your breathing immediately picks up in response. He growls out, “Enlighten me,” and a shiver runs down your spine.

“Morning,” you rasp, trying and failing to hold onto the higher ground. “This morning.”

“Princess,” he tuts condescendingly, and a renewed rush of frustration floods your veins, “was that unfair?”

“Yeah, it was fucking unfair,” you huff back, fingers itching to scrape along his greying stubble and pull him in for a heated kiss. There’s a tenth circle in Hell for whoever designed this office space with glass walls.

“My poor baby,” he nuzzles his nose against yours before gingerly pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I’m sure Danny can fix that for you.”

You sit back, eyes wide, and scrutinize his features for signs of the alien life form that’s evidently taken possession of his body. “What did you just say?”

“I said,” he stands up and tosses his jacket over one arm, offering you his free hand to help you down from the desk, “that Daddy can fix that for you.”

“I could’ve sworn-”

“C’mon, baby,” he tucks you into his side as he leads you out of the office, hiding his smirk with a kiss to your hair. “Let’s go home.”

__________

Steve more than makes up for leaving you unfulfilled that night and in the several nights that follow. You’ve convinced yourself that you must’ve misheard him in the office days ago- your friends are always telling you that you listen to your music at hearing-loss-inducing decibels. The two of you have seamlessly fallen back into your usual routine, devoid of snarky commentary and withholding of pleasure. You’ve put that episode behind you, and things are good.

Until the following Saturday.

You’re sitting in your favorite chair on the beach outside of the McGarrett household, enjoying a gloriously trashy romance novel and the peals of laughter wafting up from the water where Steve and Danny are teaching Grace how to balance on a full-size surfboard. The sight warms your heart, but when your boyfriend steps out of the surf, beads of saltwater rolling down the hard planes of his body as he glistens in the Hawaii sun, the warmth takes an abrupt detour south.

“My, my, Commander,” you simper, lowering your sunglasses and making sure he can see the way your eyes hungrily rove his physique. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

“Take me to dinner first,” he quips, leaning down to steal a kiss before falling into the chair beside you. “Gotta admit, Danno’s lookin’ good, too.”

You place your book down on your lap and rotate your body to face him, eyebrow cocked playfully. “Is this your way of coming out to me?”

“Nah, y’know, I’m just saying he’s a good looking guy,” Steve shrugs. “Man to man. Objectively.”

“Danny is very handsome,” you concede with a coy smile. “Objectively.”

You return your shades to their rightful position so Steve can’t track your gaze and hold your book back up in front of you, leaving a gap over the top so you can enjoy the view. Your eyes rake over the blonde’s solid build, lingering appreciatively on the curve of his ass in the tight, wet board shorts. The muscles in his arms ripple as he holds the surfboard steady for his daughter against the lapping waves, and your temperature ticks up another degree when you think about those strong arms holding you down while he-

“You ever think about him like that?”

“Danny?” Your voice rises in pitch and you resist the urge to wince, knowing that you’ve been caught red-cheeked rather than handed- and ogling his best friend, no less. “No, definitely not,” you lie through your teeth, trying to slow your erratic heart rate while calculating what size ladder you’ll need to climb out of this hole.

“Really?” Steve scrapes his nails along your scalp, a soothing pattern that lulls you into a false sense of security until the other shoe drops. “Could’ve sworn you moaned his name when you were humping my thigh like a bitch in heat last night.”

Your mouth drops open, dumbfounded, and you hurry to play damage control. “Steve, I-”

“And the night I came back from our case on Moloka’i.”

The world around you comes to a screaming halt as you put the pieces together: Steve’s uncharacteristic behavior the next morning, his overt possessiveness (even more so than usual), the offhand comment in his office. “Fuck me,” you groan softly, mistaking his comments for justified anger. “Baby, I’m sorry, it was just a dream, but-”

“Tell me about it.”

You raise your eyes to take in your boyfriend’s posture and facial expression. His body is angled toward you, leaning in, eyes bright, pupils dilated. You realize with a tinge of delight that he’s not upset- he’s excited.

You reach out timidly and trace a random pattern along his knee that’s pressed against yours. “So you’re… not mad?”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, angel,” his laugh takes on a dark tone and he squeezes your hand on his knee, using it as leverage to pull you forward as his voice drops lower. “I was mad. I wanted to tie you to the bed and ravage your little body until you were a crying, screaming mess, until the only word you could remember was my name.”

An involuntary shiver runs down your spine and you lean forward even more, Grace’s presence the only thing keeping you from clambering into his inviting lap. “You can still do that,” you whisper.

His fingers brush through your hair and you let out a happy purr that morphs into a sharp gasp when he suddenly tightens his grip. “And then I thought about depriving you altogether. How frustrated and desperate you would get, on your knees with tears in your eyes, begging for my cock like the little slut you are.” He meets your gaze with a wolfish grin, slotting his knee between your legs so you can’t press your thighs together. “But eventually I realized that you can’t help it. That sweet little pussy has a mind of her own, and she just wants to be filled all the time, whether it’s by your Daddy or- Danny! Hey! How’s it going?”

You meekly tuck your legs under your body as you sit back in your chair, quietly trying to take deep breaths. Despite being outside in the fresh air, there’s suddenly no oxygen available to fill your lungs. You’re completely zoned out from the conversation beside you until two fingers make contact with your chin, angling your face upwards. “You okay, babe?”

Your mouth goes dry when you meet Danny’s piercing gaze, and you merely nod in response, not trusting your brain to string intelligible words together at the moment.

“She’s-” Steve pauses to make sure Grace is out of earshot before continuing, “a little preoccupied thinking about the other night.”

“Don’t,” you growl in warning, sparing him a withering glance before realizing Danny’s still holding your chin and abruptly pulling back like his fingers are on fire. “You know better than to listen to him,” you direct your comment to the blonde.

Danny turns to his best friend for clarification. “You mean that night we got home from our case-”

“Mhm.”

“And we thought someone was in the house-”

“Yup.”

“But she was in bed dreaming about-”

“O-kay!” You clap your hands together and stand up, gathering your towel and novel. “Let’s just agree to act like it never happened, and we can all move on with our lives, okay? Great. I’m gonna go make dinner.” You make your way up the beach to the house, and you can feel two sets of eyes watching your retreating form.

“So…” The blonde turns back to his partner once you’re out of sight. “Tonight?”

“Yeah,” Steve smirks in response. “We’ve made her wait long enough.”

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Later that night, Steve’s helping you load the dishwasher as he fills you in on the culmination of their last case when you startle at the sound of the front door. You instinctively reach for him and he shushes you with a kiss. “It’s just Danny, baby. Grace is back at Rachel’s so I told him to join us for a movie. That okay?”

“Of course.” Your previous worry melts into a smile when Danny graces you with his presence, and you greet him with a hug.

“Why don’t you go change and we’ll get set up, hm?” Steve sends you upstairs with a gentle pat on your ass that earns him a playful glare and an utterly non-threatening, “Watch it, mister.”

When you return in sleep shorts and one of Steve’s bootcamp shirts, the two have already taken up residence on their designated ends of the couch. You slot your smaller body in between theirs, tugging the blanket over your legs and smiling with glee when you spot the glass of red wine in your boyfriend’s hand. Wiggling your fingers, you instruct, “Gimme.” He holds the glass high out of your reach and raises one eyebrow, eliciting a sharp huff from you. Offering your best doe eyes and pouty lip, you amend, “Please?”

“Much better, little girl.” Steve gives you the glass and you happily accept it, not paying attention to his hand creeping up your thigh under the blanket until his fingers ghost over your center.

“Hey,” you hiss quietly, angling your head towards the blonde on your right. “Don’t.”

“If you two are quite finished,” Danny waves the remote accusingly in your direction, “I’m gonna start the movie now.”

Mumbling out an apology, you take Steve’s arm and sling it over your shoulders across the back of the couch so his hand is far away from its intended target. You settle back into the cushions to enjoy the psychological thriller, and as the film plays your single glass of wine turns steadily into a second, and then a third.

“No more of that for me,” you whisper to your boyfriend, reaching over him to place your glass on the side table. You snuggle into Steve’s side, humming contentedly when his arm comes down across your body, his hand splaying possessively over your stomach. You bring your legs up to drape over Danny’s lap, and his hands move to massage your calves. “This okay, babe?”

Maybe it’s the alcohol answering for you, or maybe you’re trying to fulfill that damned dream, but your head drops into a nod of its own volition. Your eyes flutter closed, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of two sets of strong hands on your body. The movie fades into a dull drone in the background as Steve’s hand dips below the hem of your shorts, and then beneath the band of your lace panties. You whimper at the contact, reaching up on instinct to scrape your nails across his stubble. His hot breath fans over your ear and he rumbles out, “Say 'no' right now and we’ll stop.”

Confused by his words, you open your eyes to find Danny hungrily watching Steve’s finger steadily pumping in and out of you beneath the blanket. He licks his lips and then raises his gaze to meet yours. “Do you want this?”

You open your mouth to answer, then look up to Steve for guidance. “Your body,” he presses a tender kiss to your forehead, “your decision, baby girl.”

You turn back to the blonde with a shuddering breath before finding your voice. “Yes. Please.”

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You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, nervous energy thrumming through your body as you play with the hem of your boyfriend’s shirt that dwarfs you in size. You’ve laid down the ground rules and discussed your limits, and now Steve and Danny are in the walk-in closet attempting to have a hushed conversation, but every syllable floats its way over to you in the bedroom.

“This isn’t what we talked about, Steve.”

“You’re always complaining about not getting to drive, well, here you go! It’s all you, buddy.”

“Your girlfriend,” you can practically see Danny’s hands moving to emphasize his point, “is not a car to be driven, you goddamn oaf. She is a beautiful, intelligent woman who should be loved, respected-”

“Hey, Danny?” you cut in. Their heads come into view around the corner and you offer, “That’s a really lovely sentiment, but I just want someone to fuck me.”

Steve turns to Danny with a smug smile that clearly reads I told you so. He crosses the room and grips your face tightly, fingers pressing into your cheeks as he kisses you deeply until your head is buzzing and your lungs are screaming for oxygen. “Don’t for a second forget that you belong to me. Am I clear?”

You look up at him with an adoring smile and nod, mumbling an audible affirmative to satisfy him. Then Steve moves to the loveseat in the corner of the room, getting himself situated and motioning for Danny to join you on the bed.

Excitement wins over confusion when the blonde sits next to you, tentatively strumming his fingers over your bare thigh. “You tell me to stop at anytime, got it?”

You beckon him closer and whisper in his ear, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” The magic words evidently spoken, Danny all but pounces on you while Steve looks on, one hand tangling in your hair as the other slips under your shirt and his mouth dominates yours. You moan unabashedly at the unfamiliar pace and feeling and taste, your body perfectly in tune with Steve’s after all this time together and thrilled by this fascinating newness.

You run your hands along his muscular arms as he latches onto your neck, meeting Steve’s gaze over his shoulder. “You don’t want to join?”

“Not yet, baby,” he shakes his head. You let out a sharp gasp when Danny finds the sensitive spot near the hollow of your throat, and your boyfriend smirks knowingly. “Danny,” he calls to get his friend’s attention. “Slide two fingers in her and bite that spot again. She’ll clench around you and it’s absolutely incredible.”

“I know how to make a woman feel good, Steven,” the blonde shoots back, tugging your shirt off and rolling your nipples between his fingers, causing you to cry out as proof.

“I’m sorry, did that sound like a request? Because it wasn’t.”

“Should’ve known you’d be a control freak about fucking your girlfriend, too.”

“Oh my god,” you pant, embarrassingly turned on by their banter being about your body. Steve trains his wolfish grin on you when he sees your gaze is locked on the prominent bulge in his shorts. He purposefully shifts his hips and you whimper, longing to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue. “Feeling empty, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy- oh!” Your eyes roll back and your mouth drops open when Danny spears you apart with two thick fingers. “Your focus should be on me, angel,” he chides softly. “He can’t touch you from over there.”

“Yes, sir,” you cry, using your leverage on your knees to meet his fingers thrust for thrust. “It won’t happen again.”

“That’s my good girl,” he croons, and you practically glow at the praise, swirling your hips as you feel your release building.

And then Steve is snatching your reward away with a simple command. “Don’t let her cum.” You whine at the loss of contact when Danny slips his fingers out of you, and you silently curse your boyfriend for being able to read you so well. “Got something to say, brat?”

“Yeah, actually, I-”

“Shut her up, Danny.”

Your sassy remark gets caught in your throat when Danny slides his fingers, completely coated in your wetness, between your lips. You moan around his fingers and suck greedily, grateful to finally have something in your mouth. You brazenly cup him through his pants, palming at his erection while you continue to suck on his fingers, eyes closed as you try to imagine enjoying the real thing.

“Is that what you want, my little slut?” Steve calls mockingly from his spot in the corner. You whimper pathetically in affirmation and he laughs. “That’s what you’ve been dreaming about, isn’t it? Danny’s cock filling your pathetic little holes, his cum in you and on you?”

A whine escapes your lips, morphing into a high-pitched keen as Danny eases your shorts and panties off and guides you to sit on his muscular thigh. You grind down on his leg, desperate for some friction, and take the opportunity to yank his shirt off so you can feel his bare chest. Danny replaces his fingers in your mouth with his tongue once again, letting the soaking wet digits trail down your naked body until they reach your throbbing clit. He circles the sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again and you dig your nails into his shoulders as your first orgasm rips through you, your head falling back and a strangled moan echoing throughout the room.

Danny’s thumbs rub soothing circles along your thighs as you recover, and you feel your boyfriend’s presence behind you moments before his arms wrap around your body. “Did so good, baby girl,” he murmurs, pressing kisses down the back of your neck. “Take a breather.” You nod weakly, still buzzing from the aftershocks of your orgasm, and Steve tilts your chin up so he can get a good look at you. “Tell me your color.”

Opening your bleary eyes to fix him with a smile, you offer, “Green, Steve. As green as you were when you heard me moan your best friend’s name.”

His eyes flash a shade darker and his mouth twists into a wry grin. Carding his fingers through your hair as Danny kisses along your neck, he remarks, “You really want that punishment, don’t you?”

Intent on pushing your boyfriend’s buttons, you respond, “Wow, Steve, you don’t miss a beat.”

Danny pulls his face back from the valley between your breasts long enough to kindly request that you both shut the fuck up. With a laugh, you turn away from Steve and direct your attention to the blonde, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him in for a heated kiss. Steve’s large hands on your hips draw you back against him so he can grind on your ass while you tug Danny closer and appreciate his length pressing insistently between your thighs. Danny’s tongue licks into your mouth, hot and hungry, and your brain goes fuzzy from being trapped between two walls of pure muscle.

Sliding your hands down the blonde’s toned back, you work your way past the band of his sweatpants until you reach your intended target and give a firm squeeze, an appreciative moan building low in your throat. “You have such a nice ass,” you confess, your filter evidently not present at the party thanks to alcohol and lust. “I wanna fucking bite it.”

With a warm chuckle, he comments, “You’re a little freak, huh? You like biting?”

“I love biting,” you emphasize, demonstrating just how much by sucking a harsh mark on the blonde’s chest that has him groaning in pleasure, “but I enjoy being bitten more.”

Steve’s knowing laugh rumbles against the back of your neck, then he drags his lips down the curve of your spine and his palm strikes your cheek before he sinks his teeth into your flesh. The exciting jolt of pain elicits a gasp from you, and Danny takes the opportunity to tug your bottom lip between his teeth until you cry out again.

Fumbling behind you, you manage to push your boyfriend’s shorts down enough to feel his cock spring free, and you guide him between your thighs, already slick from your previous orgasm and unrelenting desire. “You’re a greedy little thing,” Steve admonishes you, sliding his cock between your folds, the tip repeatedly nudging your clit but refusing to give in and fill you up. “Daddy, please,” you whine, tears springing to your eyes as you throw your head back against his shoulder. You pull Danny along with you, and the blonde hungrily latches onto one of your nipples, rolling the other bud between his fingers. Steve keeps up the torturous drag of his throbbing cock along your weeping cunt, his large hands pressing against the outside of your legs so he’s effectively fucking the tight space between your thighs. “Don’t be mean, Daddy,” you cry in earnest, pathetic tears rolling down your cheeks and your pussy aching with need.

“Poor baby,” Danny coos when you sniffle, cupping your cheeks and kissing away your tears. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, oh yes, please,” you babble, absolutely desperate to be filled. You can see the blonde smirking at you through your tears, his soft touches and featherlight kisses in direct opposition to how rough and dismissive Steve’s being with your body right now. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, and you have a carnal desire for both of these men to use and abuse you. “I’ll do whatever you want, Danny, please!”

“Bribing the police is a felony offense, little girl,” he tuts, clearly enjoying mocking you.

“Then bring your cuffs next time,” you growl, fed up with their game. You shove Danny’s chest, forcing him to fall back on the bed, and he smiles at the predatory glint in your still teary eyes. “So fucking beautiful,” he breathes out, mesmerized by the sight. You tug his sweats down, then bend at the waist to take him in your mouth. The change in angle has your boyfriend’s cock finally sliding home where he belongs, and Steve lets out a strangled groan at how tightly you’re squeezing him. You moan around Danny’s length, and the blonde lets out an obscene sound at the sensation, a lewd symphony echoing around your bedroom. Steve draws his hips back until only the head of his cock remains inside you, and you mirror his motions with your mouth around Danny. “Oh, I see,” your boyfriend laughs when he notices. “You want me to drive, baby?”

You hum in assent, laving your tongue against the vein on the underside of Danny’s cock. He tangles his fingers in your hair and gives an experimental tug, causing your eyes to roll back from pleasure. “Not today, Steve,” Danny counters with a wicked grin. “She’s my little passenger princess now.”

You whimper at the thought, and your walls clench reflexively around Steve, his fingers digging even harder into your hips in a bruising grip that’s sure to leave marks for days to come. With one hand on your throat, Danny guides you up until you’re on your hands and knees between the two kneeling men.

Your skin flushes red hot and your breathing picks up at the recognizable position, excitement coursing through your veins. “Are you going to-”

“Why are you talking, huh?” Danny questions, tilting his head and pressing his fingers against the column of your throat. “Did I say you could speak?” You shake your head, his authoritative tone and the fact that your dominant boyfriend is relinquishing control to his best friend turning your legs to jelly and your brain to mush. “I asked you a question, Y/N,” Danny growls, and you’re quick to amend with, “No, sir.”

He runs his thumb over your swollen bottom lip and murmurs, “Good girl.” Then, “You both still okay with this?”

Steve answers with, “Yes, Danny,” while you blurt out, “This is so fucking hot.” Your sudden admission shatters the tension in the air, and the three of you can’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry,” you giggle, “it’s just that, well-” Feeling bashful, which in itself is a ridiculous feat with Danny’s cock mere inches from your lips and Steve’s pulsing inside you, you duck your head and murmur, “I’ve been dreaming about this.”

“I know, baby,” Steve admits, pressing a kiss to your back while he squeezes your hips. “You talk in your sleep.”

“You knew?” you hiss, Danny’s grip on your hair keeping you from glaring at your boyfriend. “This whole time? You mother- fuck,” your outrage morphs into a wanton cry, your mouth dropping open when Steve roughly slots himself back between your thighs. “Sorry, Danny,” he apologizes for momentarily taking the reins. “It’s all you now, buddy.”

The blonde shakes his head at his best friend, then guides you forward until the head of his cock slips past your lips. You moan at the taste of him, relaxing your throat and allowing him in further. “Such a good girl,” Danny says softly, his gentle praise going straight to your core and causing you to pulse around Steve who ruts against you in response. His voice rough with desire, he coerces, “Move, Danny.”

“What happened to me being in charge, huh? Two minutes, Steve, you couldn’t go two minutes without opening your big mouth.”

“I’m sorry, does my girlfriend’s pussy have your dick in a vice grip? No? Then shut up and move, for the love of God.”

“Y’know, I think this whole ‘Commander’ thing has really gone to your head.”

“Oh yeah? Which one, cause they’re both pretty big.”

You let out a frustrated grunt, as much as you can with the sizable obstacle in your mouth, and glare up at Danny. “You’re right, baby, I’m sorry,” he sighs, taking a moment to adjust his grip on your hair before fucking your mouth with a renewed fervor. You can’t tell if they’re working in tandem or trying to compete, but you can’t bring yourself to care as you bounce between their bodies in the most obscene version of tug of war you’ve ever played in your life. Steve’s fucking into you like an absolute animal, his low grunts and growls only serving to further spur you on as his hand presses against your belly to feel the bulge there with every flex of his hips. You want to tell him how turned on you are by the fact that you can feel him so deep inside you, how badly you want him to fill you up until he’s dripping down your thighs, how much you love him and love being his little plaything, but you can’t complain about not being able to talk when the reason why is so deliciously hedonistic.

Danny looks like a work of art as he uses your mouth, his head thrown back in pure ecstasy, chest heaving, a thin sheen of sweat coating his beautiful skin. His fingers are splayed across your throat just like his best friend’s lower on your body so he, too, can feel his cock pulsing inside of you with each thrust. Your limbs feel utterly useless right now, and you’re grateful that the two of them are holding you up as they wring out every drop of pleasure from your body. Drool slips from the corner of your lips with every pull of Danny’s cock, mirroring your essence dripping down Steve’s solid thighs, and you can feel the band in your core tightening with every stroke, threatening to snap at any moment. Steve can sense your impending orgasm and he tells his best friend as such, two sets of skilled fingers roaming your body to heighten your pleasure, one teasing your sensitive nipples, the other circling your pulsing clit.

The dual sensations send you hurtling over the edge with a long, muffled moan, your mind going blank as Danny spills down your throat and Steve’s release paints your walls, still squeezing him in the wake of your own climax. They gently pull out of you and you cry out at the sudden shift, every single one of your nerve endings feeling like it's on fire. You barely register the warm washcloth caressing your skin as they murmur gentle praises and sweet nothings to you, then get you settled under the covers. Once you’ve had a moment to catch your breath, you recognize Steve’s solid form underneath you, and you beckon Danny closer before snuggling into your man with a sigh. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Steve hooks your leg around his waist and presses his lips against your forehead. “I think you mispronounced ‘thank you’ by several syllables there.”

“I meant what I said,” you insist through the haze of sleep, placing your hand over Danny’s on your waist and interlocking your fingers. “I consider this team building. Much more effective than your mandated therapy. Ergo, you’re welcome.”

“Bet he still won’t let me drive, though,” Danny mumbles against your skin, and you can feel his lips quirk up in a cheeky grin.

Steve leans up on his elbow to look at his partner over your half-asleep form. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yes, I’m serious. Why would you ask me if I’m serious? Have you ever know me to be unserious when commenting on your neurotic ways?”

“I just- you’re unbelievable, Danny, y’know that? I share my bed with you, I share my girl with you, and you still say things like that. Where do you hide all that audacity in such a small stature, huh?”

“Oh, for the love of- will you two shut up?” you groan. Both men mumble apologies and shift closer to envelope you in their warmth which you happily accept. “It’s imperative I get my postcoital beauty sleep since you two will clearly need more team building sessions.”

“You wanna do this again?” Danny asks, quirking an eyebrow at Steve who shrugs as he awaits your answer.

“Of course,” you mumble through a yawn, already dozing off. “I’m sure dream Danny will be visiting again for inspiration sometime soon.”