Can I request fanfic where Steb reacts to his gn s/o giving him a handmade scarf as his Christmas gift please? You're nervous because it's obviously done by an amateur!
"Do you believe in the curse?" You ask Vi, troubled.
"What curse?" She raises an eyebrow, sorting the glasses for the Christmas party.
"The DIY curse… The one where you get dropped by your partner after crafting them something for months?"
"Oh, that curse. I, hum… I do not know, I'm not big on DIY to be honest. Why? You crafted something for someone?"
"I knitted a big scarf for Steb. But now I'm a bit afraid. What if the curse is true?"
She chuckles.
"Relax. I'm sure it's just a urban legend, he won't drop you for that! You made him a whole scarf!"
"You need more than a crafted scarf to hold a relationship together…" You lament.
"Did something happen?" She tries.
"No. Nothing happened. Nothing ever happens. Everything is perfect with him." You reveal, "Too perfect. I am sure it hides something, maybe he is seeing someone else behind my back? I don't know…."
"Who? Steb?" Caitlyn appears with the silverware, "No, that is not his style. He would tell you if something was not to his taste in your relationship."
"Are you sure?" You beg, eating your own nails.
"I more than sure: I know it. He is an upstanding man. He would not do you dirty like that." She pats your shoulder affably, "Give him the scarf, he will love it."
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"It's your turn, Steb." Caitlyn calls, her glass of wine in hand, "Open your present."
Everyone is seated at the big dinner table of the Kiramman's Estate for Christmas night. A night of peace between Piltover and Zaun, at least for now…
Steb grabs the package, weighing it down, shaking it delicately. He gives a puzzled smile, not knowing what is inside.
"Come on, open it!" Vi invites, cutting her juicy steak.
He slides the paper with his knife before opening the cardboard box with sparkling eyes. He stops, stunned, before the scarf. He takes it out carefully, testing it between his fingers, gauging its size, and it is long.
He looks at it in awe, his ears flapping around. He turns to the table with the only possible question: who?
"It's me, babe." You admit, "I know you can't wear the usual wool in stores so I knitted you a scarf with wool you're not allergic to."
He smiles brightly, skirting the table to come kiss your cheek loudly. Muah, muah!
"You like it?" You ask to be sure.
He nods vigorously, trying it on. Its long enough to finish at his stomach even after two circles around his neck.
"You'll be warm and cozy in the winter, now." Caitlyn nods approvingly, sipping her wine.
He circles your shoulders to hug you tight with a high purr, nuzzling his cheek with yours.
"Thank you… Petit Coeur…" He whispers with his treacherous voice.
And months after? He still didn't leave you and wears the scarf everyday when it is fresh.
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Can I request smut fanfic where Steb reacts to his fem human s/o finally had the courage to wear a pretty lingerie with his colours that she bought to surprise him but she still didn't feel like she could do justice please?
She's not ugly but she doesn't feel that she's pretty enough to wear the lingerie either! However, Steb worships her the moment he finds her!
I cut right before the smut, if flows better that way, sorry ~(>_<。)＼
Steb x F!reader
Tags: Steb is selectively non-verbal, lovey-dovey, established relationship, fluff, nsfw implied at the end
"Open your eyes." You invite your fiance.
Slowly, Steb opens his ocean eyes, discovering you in the green and blue lingerie you saw the other day.
His colors directly on your skin, adorning your curves.
His cheek winglets undulate while his ears flap, his pupils growing twice their normal size. You stand, hand around your arm, behind your back, awaiting his judgment. You try not to show it, but you are a bit embarrassed. You are not as good looking as the beautiful mannequin wearing the lingerie on the poster of the boutique, and you are a bit afraid it will diminish the overall surprise…
Steb adores your body, but is it not just a boyfriend's job to comfort his girl?
You hope he still likes the surprise.
"So?" You try, spinning on yourself to let him see you under every angle, "Do you like it?"
His gorgeous lips stretch in a smile, his green cheeks getting rosy with heat, as he opens his mouth to close it back. He lets out a bashful chuckle, caressing his hair back with his hand, gulping.
You bite your lower lip a tad worried.
"Is it good?" You ask before his non response.
He nods almost aggressively, dissipating all your doubt. He grabs your waist to pull you in a hug, before tipping you over as he claims your lips for a delicate, yet ravishing kiss. He purrs loudly, his tongue trembling against yours as it hugs it tight.
You yelp in surprise, earning a chuckle from your Vastaya, as he pulls you back on your feet, parting from your lips with difficulties, leaving you both panting.
Without any warning, he circles your legs right under your butt and lifts you up easily to carry to the bed, where he lets you both fall into gently. He giggles all around, kissing your tummy, nuzzling his cheek into the soft flesh with glee, his hands traveling your hips and thighs, grabbing a handful here and there, kneading the meat of your body like he loves.
He hoist himself higher to claim your mouth once more with devastating tenderness before kissing your sternum, then each boob still clothed in his colors, before lowering himself between your legs, lifting your thighs to place them on his shoulders, an hungry growl rumbling in his throat as he kisses your inner thighs. He bites and nibbles the skin to his heart content, before pressing his nose in your clothed pussy to take in a good whiff of your sexual musk like a junkie.
His winglets dance as he inhales your smell deep into his lungs with a satisfied sigh. He gives it a wet kiss before taking a long lick at the panties, trailing your slit down to up through the fabric, making you whimper and moan.
"Mine… All mine…" He groans out loud with his painful voice, "My petit coeur… In my… Colors…!"
"Are you happy?" You ask, fire on your cheek and in your heart.
"Very… Now I want to… Devour you…. Up." He lets you know, his sparkling eyes full of promises.
Can I request fanfic where Steb reacts to shy gn s/o confessing to him in private please?
Steb x GN!reader
Tags: short, sweet, love declaration, Steb is selectively mute, fluff
Steb closes the door behind him after following you in the back garden of the little cafe. He looks around, surprised to see nobody else here. Usually, the garden's tables are packed with clients, especially during such hot summer evenings.
"I rented the space for this evening." You explain with a smile, sitting down at the small round table with a candle burning gently.
He nods with an affable smile, joining you. He gazes at the garden and the old-style building of the cafe, before looking at you, smiling brightly. And again, you feel all your words evade you completely, your throat drying and fire spreading to your cheeks.
"Do you like it here?" You try to hide your trouble with a little conversation.
He nods, his cheek scales waving in appreciation. You see his gills open wide to absorb all the humidity of the soiree, while gentle music escapes from the closed windows of the bar.
This is just… Very cosy. And intimate.
You fidget with your table towel, pretending to put it on your legs to eat to put on a front in front of your crush. You almost jump when Steb's delicate hand brushes yours to catch your attention.
"Sorry!" You laugh, embarrassed, "Yes?"
He asks in what honor you invited him here tonight.
"Well, I had a question for you, tonight, in fact…"
He opens his eyes a little wider, his ears flap once, clearly focused on you.
"Well… You know how it has been some years since we met each other?"
He nods.
"And, I don't know, I feel like we are clicking well, you and me, no?" Oof, not so direct (Y/n), calm down, "I mean: we make a great team at work, don't you think?"
He nods again, taking a sip of fresh water.
"And we have been seeing each other out of work for some time now, like friends… It's cool, no? You enjoy those moments?"
He nods, swallowing his water, resting the glass on the table, before fanning himself. He stands up and takes off his jacket, revealing a form-fitting shirt, deliciously tight around his muscles, letting you appreciate his physique in great detail.
"And I, huuuuuh…" You lose your train of thought at his muscular arms as he sits back down, looking at you with a bright smile, "I…"
You drink some water too. Ooof, it's true it's hot tonight… And Steb is clearly not helping the temperature to cool down!
"What was I saying…?" You search in your mind.
Come on! It's not that hard! Just ask him!
You take a deep breath…
"What I… What I wanted to say is: I appreciate you, Steb. Way more than a colleague, and way more than just a friend." You drop.
He seems to freeze completely.
You look at him, gulping, but silent.
He is so still, even a night butterfly comes landing on his arm.
"If that makes you uncomfortable… Tell me." You say with a shaking voice, your heart pounding in your chest.
And then,
Steb's green cheeks turn pinkish, then bright red, his cheek scales flapping furiously, while he tries to gulp. He takes another sip, chokes on it, and coughs it up. You give him a tissue, worried for him, letting him finish his coughing fit. He is now extremely red, and his scales and ears are dancing, popping out excitedly. He lets out a last cough behind his fist before gulping.
"Is that.. True…?" He asks out loud, surprising you.
"Yes." You nod, ready to receive the response, whatever it might be.
He fidgets his fingers together before letting out an incredulous laugh. He grabs your hand and presses it against his cheek, squeezing it in his.
"Say it… Again…"
"I… I think I love you, Steb." You admit, on the edge of your seat.
He lets out another chuckle and kisses your palm reverently, looking at you with his ocean eyes full of hope.
"Is it true…? Can I.. Believe it…?" He asks, his laughter edging on a soft sob.
You feel your own heart exploding.
And as if you shared the same mind, you both jump to your feet to hug each other tight. You inhale his delicate musk deep in your lungs, gently caressing the back of his head, while he brushes your back, burying his nose in the crook of your neck. He cradles you, swaying you both gently, circling your waist tightly.
"Thank… You, (Y/n)…" He gasps between elated laughters, "I love… You … Too…"
You gasp in turn, squeezing him in your arms, so happy and relieved.
"Everything will be all right, from now on, Steb. I promise you…"
Judge me. I don't care. He's hot. I see way too little stuff about this man, honestly.
Warning(s): ---
Summary: You meet Steb, and after what felt like forever, you finally found it in yourself to tell him just how much of an impact he had on your life.
Side note: You do not understand how long I've been sitting on this story. I swear I've been writing it for MONTHS. I watched Arcane HALF A YEAR ago.
Feel free to request:
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You weren't even sure how the situation came to be as it was now. You were simply being a guard at one of the many galas and as the night progressed, it somehow happened that you and some other enforcers were at a random spot in Piltover, just sitting and talking.
Well, technically you were just listening while most of the others talked and you simply sipped your drink from the side. You didn't mind. In fact, you liked it a lot.
Especially after a whole night of hellos and small talk with people whom you could swear you'd never seen before, it was a welcome change.
As you looked around a little you noticed one man being just as quiet as you were. You had to think a minute before his name actually came to mind.
Steb. He talked even less than you did. No small talk, no comments. Nothing at all. And it made him interesting to you. Not because it made him mysterious. It did, but that wasn't what you focused on.
It made him attractive because you're used to most men - or people in general - never being quiet and always having to speak their minds. Seeing a man with so much self-control was unbelievably attractive to you. At least you hoped it was self-control and nothing else.
You hadn't even realized that you were staring at him until he looked at you with a questioning look on his face. To not make it seen suspicious you smiled and shook your head to signal there was nothing wrong before you looked away.
"Hey, (Y/n). What do you think of all this?" Maddie said from beside you. You looked at her and hummed softly. "Hm? What?"
She chuckled and sat back. "We were talking about a part of us going for a little walk. You wanna join?"
You thought for a moment before shaking your head. "I'd rather not. I'm pretty tired and need some rest." You answered calmly to which she pouted.
"Oh, come on. It's just a little walk." She said before nudging you. God, if she knew how much you wanted to hit her.
You sighed and nodded softly. "Fine. Just... a little bit."
Maddie smiled and moved to hug you lightly from the side. "Yay!"
It honestly wasn't that you hated her. No, she was nice. But sometimes, just sometimes, you wished she'd shut up. It'd be a nice change once in a while. Especially considering that she seemingly did not know what silence meant.
Just a few minutes later, you and some others were walking down the alleys of Piltover, talking and enjoying your time. Well... they were enjoying their time. You were just walking behind them quietly.
You weren't paying much attention, your eyes glued to the floor as you kept thinking. That's why you felt slightly startled when someone lightly grabbed onto the side of your clothes and pulled you to turn a corner with the rest of the group.
You looked up in confusion just to see Stabs hand lightly tugging at your clothes so you'd move along. He looked at you and let go when he noticed you were paying attention again.
Your eyes lingered on his face for a moment before they slipped, looking at the little fins under his eyes before they watched the movement on his ears. You were used to seeing them flat against his head since the old hat usually didn't allow him to move them much but with the new uniform and none... accustomed clothing, his ears were now free to move as they wished.
It was cute. At each gust of the cool night wind, they flapped back and forth lightly before angling themselves a bit so the wind could pass by better. It made you want to reach out and feel them just to see what he'd do at the feeling.
Once again, you were caught staring and this time you couldn't control your reaction much, avoiding your gaze as your lips pressed into a then line and you felt a nervous tingle in your stomach.
Hell, one of these days you'd just start coming off as a weirdo if that kept happening. Your eyes got stuck on one of the Piltover buildings as you walked by, your eyes scanning each stone, each bit of color, and each spot where the wall was ever so slightly crumble.
You stopped and looked up. Your eyes caught on the balcony that was up there, hanging above you so.... comfortably. The bottom of it was made of the same material as the wall and the railing was made of some kind of metal that was most likely colored gold. Sure, Piltover people were rich but certainly too stingy for an actual railing of gold.
You looked towards where the group was about 40 feet away from you while on the other hand, Steb was approaching you once again. It was honestly funny how he was being the parent to a child with ADHD... which wasn't fully inaccurate, since you were an adult with ADHD.
Which symptoms exactly? You couldn't name them all if you tried. There were so many things that your doctor told you that could be signs of ADHD, so asking you whether you had inattentive or hyperactive ADHD was like asking a child whether it preferred alcohol or coffee.
His hand found the small of your back and gently nudged you forward, leading you ahead so you could follow after the group. And you let him.
He wasn't hurting you, so it wasn't too bad and only his hand was on your back, so if you really hated it, you could easily move away. Knowing that he wasn't going to force you to walk a certain way was.... comforting in a way. Seeing how he tried to make sure you didn't feel unsafe or unhappy.
While you did follow the rest of the group, neither of you bothered to actually catch up properly. You were at least 10 feet away from them the whole time.
It didn't take long for you to start asking him questions, making sure all of them were yes or no questions so he could just nod or shake his head, so he wouldn't feel pressured to talk.
This eventually morphed into you just talking about random things that came to mind.
As hard as it was for Steb to follow your jumps from topic to topic, he still tried to burn every little word into his mind as if he needed it for a test.
It was rare that someone so willingly saw his silence and just went with it. No. Maybe that was the wrong way to say it. You RAN with it. You didn't ask him to speak. You didn't ask him things that forced him to speak and you relied mostly on facial expressions.
How he knew that? Every time you wanted something from him, like an opinion or somethig, your eyes were on him. 'Do you agree?' You saw him nod or shake his head. But didn't ask him to elaborate further. Instead, you just continued to talk and talk until- once again only by facials, nods and his fins - you had deduced his opinion on matters. It felt nice. And that's pretty much how you became inseparable.
Even months later, you two still were stuck together like glue. Like right now, when you were on patrol together, him being silent as you talked - more silently this time since you had to keep an eye on your surroundings - and him just listening.
"So, I asked them to leave me alone cuz I was tired, right? And they just blatantly ignored that and dragged me along.", you grumbled, a pout on your lips.
"Rude."
You stopped and turned to him in confusion for a moment.
"Did... Did you just talk?", you asked, really with no malice but simply wondering if you were going completely insane now.
His fins twitched with amusement before he gave light nod to which you visibly relaxed and nodded.
"Ohh alright. Okay. I thought I was losing my mind for a second." You went silent and started walking again.
After a bit, maybe 3 or 4 minutes, you smiled lightly at him. "I like your voice."
He hummed before nodding once again, this time more courtly to show his appreciation. Once again, you two fell silent. That was until some ran towards you, pushing you two apart and running further while someone yelled "THIEF!".
Both of you were quick to react to go after the person, sprinting after the stranger. After a while, you and Steb parted ways, with you directly following the person and Steb looking for a way to cut their path.
As you sprinted after the stranger, you got closer and closer, no matter how many turns they took or obstacles they jumped.
But you didn't pay attention the them dropping something onto the floor. You stepped on it and next thing you knew was a sharp pain going through your ankle and up your leg.
You stumbled but ignored the pain as well as you could before running after them once again.
You didn't even know what it was that injured your foot but you had time to find that out later.
Eventually, you rounded a corner and saw the person quite literally running into Steb to which he grabbed them and wrestled them onto the floor.
Once that was done, he put their hands behind their back to cuff their hands. You quickly limped towards them and stopped once you were by their side, you took the little bag they had with them to find out what they had taken. Money. Jewelry. The usual.
At this point, you didn't even try to ask for their reasoning. It was obvious.
You sighed and kept the bag, securing it around yourself to bring it back to the person it belonged to. "Take him away. I'll bring this back."
Steb nodded softly and made sure to securely take the thief away while you turned to slowly make your way back.
You didn't even know how you were still moving with the pain that was shooting through your legs repeatedly.
After you'd brought the belongings back to the family they'd been taken from, you made your way to patrol some more until your shift ended and someone came to let you know you could go.
On your way back, you found Steb, who came up to you and moved to take your arm. You looked at him, not quite understanding what he was holding you for.
You were about to ask, when he made you sit down to check your foot.
So he had noticed, huh...
You looked down and he crouched in front of you to take off your shoe and pull down your sock to look at the swollen ankle. A smile formed on your face as you crossed your arms. "I'm fine."
You went silent as you saw his ears pin back and a frown formed on his face, eyebrows knit together tightly. You waved yours hands lightly as you looked away from him. "Alright, calm down. No need to look at me like that."
He looked down at your foot again before he pulled a piece of fabric from god knows where, taking off your shoe to wrap it around your foot in an attempt to stabilize it. He then carefully put your shoe back on and gestured for you to get up again.
When you did and tried to stand on it, it still hurt but not as bad as before. It was likely a ligament strain of some sort, since it hurt less now and only needed stabilization.
Later, you were in the room you were given after joining the enforcers since you hadn't exactly been a fan of living by yourself.
You shared a dorm with some girl whose name you kept forgetting, considering the two of you barely even talked.
You thought back to earlier and soon, a small smile formed on your face.
Steb always took care of you. He always helped you. You didn't know why he did it, but whatever that reason may be, it warmed your heart.
You closed your eyes and rolled onto your side on the bed as you wondered what would happen if he kissed you.
Your face flushed as you gripped the pillow and pulled it over your face.
Why in the world would you wonder what it was like if your co-worker kissed you? That was not a casual thought to have.
You sighed and buried your face in the pillow a little harder as you tried to push the thought out of your mind, but it simply refused to go.
You fell asleep with the thought still present in your mind and woke the following morning with it still lingering.
After seeing a doctor, it was decided that patrolling should be someone else's job for now, which was why you were now stuck with doing paperwork instead.
Thanks to whatever gods listened to you when you prayed to do you a favor and make the job easier, Caitlyn permitted that Steb stay with you 'in case something happened'.
So, you two sat together, doing your own paperwork each, pens scraping across paper and the shuffling of paper whenever it was moved the only sounds - for that moment.
You glanced at Steb through the corner of your eyes and caught him looking back at you.
You snorted and giggled a bit before you sighed and dropped your head onto the table. "I don't wanna do this."
Steb pat your back as you turned your head towards him before he showed a thumbs up, like a silent 'You got this'.
You huffed softly but smiled nonetheless. "Thanks."
You were glad to have him here. You felt as though without him, all of this would be a little harder than it needed to be.
A small sigh escaped you while sitting up and tilting your head back. "We should go out to eat later. All this paperwork has me starving."
Steb nodded in return, writing a few options down from which you picked the one you liked most.
It was always the same restaurant, but he always wrote down several anyway - just in case.
And you appreciated it.
As the two of you ate later on, you talked about anything that came to your mind, all to keep Steb entertained.
You had never minded being the talker of the two of you. You loved talking. It was like it was your talent to, and seemingly Steb loved it as much as you did, simply listening.
"You know..." You started at some point and leaned back a little bit, looking at Steb. "I really appreciate you."
Steb raised a brow and tilted his head to the side as his ears perked up.
You loved it when he did that. It was simply adorable.
"Well, I mean, you're always there for me. You always listen, no matter what I talk about. And, quite frankly, I've never had that before."
His face changed from confused to surprised. He then smiled and let out a small pff.
"I'm serious!" You insisted with a small laugh. "I mean it. You're really amazing. And I don't think I've ever felt this comfortable with anyone."
"I'm glad." He said rather quietly, but you caught it anyway and smiled softly.
"I appreciate you too." He then added, still speaking softly. "A lot. I'm glad you let me stay quiet and... I think you're really great."
His hand slid across the table to grab onto yours lightly.
You returned the touch, your smile growing slightly more bashful. "I'm happy to hear that."
You spent the rest of the evening together and after that...
The shared dinners happened more and more. At some point, you even got as far as to call them dates and eventually, the two of you got together.
Can you do where Steb is a single father to his little daughter? Also a long time friend to reader.
Like Steb and his wife divorced from her cheating on him (yes I am going there)
Yes this is dilf request
Like maybe the reader is the sister to the mother and always come by to help around since she does care about her niece and also has complex relationship with her sister.
To make it even messier reader had feelings for Steb back in high school to college days and her sister knew this while Steb had no idea
But obviously in the end Reader and Steb got together in the end
With smut please along with fluff however you wanted with this monstrosity idea fic
A good man and father in need of a good woman? Sign me up!
Steb x F!reader
Tags: Pre relationship, Steb is selectively non-verbal, lovey-dovey, tension, smut, p in v, creampie, fluff
"Hey, (Y/n)!" Darla puffs on her cig on the phone, "I need your help."
You internally sigh. Darla needing your help is code for 'I need you to come take care of my daughter instead of me'.
You love Iyi, your niece, to death, and you'd go to the underworld to carry her out of it. But you're not her mom! You are only her aunt!
"What do you want?"
"I need you to care for Iyi for some days."
"Darla…"
"Come on! You love her, I know it will be fun! Do it for me, my sweet (Y/n)." She coos
Yeah… You have the feeling that you're doing a lot for your sister if you're honest with yourself.
At least… You'll get to see your ex-brother-in-law.
"Okay…" You abdicate.
"Cool. Bye!"
And she hangs up. Time of the convo? 50 seconds. No 'how are you?', 'Do you want to hang out together, spend some sisterly time?' No. 'Here's my child, good luck!' and click.
You're such a pushover…
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You knock, your bag hanging on your shoulder, rubbing your hands together in the cold morning, snow falling down. Steam escapes your mouth as you wait on the front steps. You can hear a child's laughter coming from inside, and hurried steps.
And the door opens.
Steb appears with a furious expression, his cheeks scales waving furiously. He sees you and stops in his tracks, before a large smile spreads across his face, his ears flapping playfully.
"Hi, Steb." You wave with a smile, "I'm here for Iyi."
His eyes widen, and his shoulders lower dramatically. Once again, you show up instead of Darla. Once again, she stood them up.
He takes a step to the side and gestures for you to hurry inside, and not stand in the cold. You enter, appreciating the indoor heating system.
"I'm sorry, Steb. She called me yesterday evening, and I did not have time to warn you or anything."
He signals to you that he is not angry at you in the slightest, but at Darla. She promised that she would come for their daughter this time, and once more, she dumped it all onto you. But he signs that he is very happy to see you again, and Iyi will be delighted.
"I hope." You smile back at him.
"Ayaaaaaa!" A baby's voice shouts from the other side of the corridor.
And you see a lil green scaled baby rush to you the best she can on her wobbly little legs.
"Hi, Iyi! How are you, my lovely? Oh, you grew up since last month!" You praise, taking her in your arms, "Oof, you're heavier, you're becoming a big girl!"
And you smother her face with kisses. She laughs, her cheek scales caressing your cheek, tickling you. Steb approaches, extending his hands, so you give him Iyi. He immediately presses her into the crook of his neck, kissing the top of her hair softly.
You admire them. Father and daughter. Father and baby, hugging each other tight, full of love and tenderness. It only misses the mother…
Steb heads toward the open kitchen and puts her in her high chair before serving her some biscuits, getting rid of her breakfast bowl still on the chair's platform. She immediately grabs a large handful and puts it in her mouth, eating greedily and happily. Stebs returns to the large dinner table with two fuming mugs, handing one to you. You thankfully nod as you sit down and happily sip on the hot coffee.
With whipped cream, as you love it, he remembered.
You spend a moment, all three of you, eating and drinking. Steb stops from time to time to wipe Iyi's mouth of crumbs with a table towel, while you just take in the moment.
And for a moment…For a short minute… You fantasize. Steb is your husband, Iyi is your daughter, this is your family, and you are eating breakfast together before going to work.
You try to silence the beatings of your heart, feeling the fire on your cheeks spreading.
If only… But that happiness belonged to Darla before she fucked everything up with an affair.
Steb was devastated. He fell into depression, only smiling when he had Iyi in his arms. You and his enforcer colleagues showed up for him during the divorce. He fought for the exclusive guardianship of his daughter, but Darla fought him on this, and so it was split. You never understood that move on her part, especially that she was not a very present mother from the beginning.
Sometimes, you wonder if she was even present on the day of Iyi's birth.
She wanted shared custody to spite Steb. She was infuriated that he refused to take her back after she cheated on him. She expected that he would lower his head like a good servient dog, but he slammed the door in her face. Good for him.
You love Darla, you truly do, but… She is such a mess sometimes. And this time, the villain of the story was clear-cut, so you sided with your brother-in-law. You hoped that seeing her own sister siding against her would wake her up. Would force her to grow more mature. And yet…
You snap out of it when Steb waves at you, signaling you that you were silently fixing him like a pervert for a moment.
You sigh.
"I need something like this in my life…"
He frowns with a smile, tilting his head at you.
"A good man, a cute baby…" You sigh again.
He shrugs, signing that it could happen any time now. That you must keep your eyes peeled for an opportunity!
"Yeah… But with whom? None of my colleagues are to my taste…" You twirl your spoon in your mug, defeated.
None of them… Are Steb.
You noticed him way, way back in high school during biology class. The cute, silent type of student, nose always buried in his notebooks, always so serious in class. You always tried to be in his group whenever a group project was announced, with some results. You could then bring him home for evening studies, your parents bringing you some snacks and drinks, your mother shooting you a knowing grin and a thumbs up behind his back, making the fire of your cheeks burn so much harder!
Darla was there too… She pretended not to understand a biology lesson so that Steb would sit next to her and explain, while he was supposed to work with you! Bless him, he tried to be fair to both of you and give you both time, sometimes proposing that he come back early in the morning before high school to teach her, to be sure he could dedicate his evening time to you and the project.
"You would? Oh, Steb, you are so nice!" She exclaimed, throwing herself at him to hug him tight, making him blush.
You were eating the end of your pencil, looking at that display!
The next morning, you came back down the stairs, disheveled, in your old pjs, teeth unbrushed, yawning loudly, only to stop, horrified, discovering Steb and Darla in the living room, actually studying. Darla was neat, hair brushed, makeup on, in a cute outfit.
You tried to return upstairs discreetly, but Darla noticed you and called for you.
"Hey, sleepy head! Don't be shy, come say hi!"
And Steb turned his eyes to you, discovering you so neglected that early in the morning!
You were devastated! You ran back up without a word, your nails sharpening into claws. You dared not come back down before he left… Too humiliated.
After that, it was time for Uni, and you and Darla discovered that Steb was on your campus, studying medicine. You both ran to him, too happy to see someone you already knew! He was happy seeing you, giving you both a hug before signaling that he immediately signed up for the Chess club!
"So cool, I enrolled in the Chess club too!" Darla immediately said.
You look at her, unimpressed. She never tried chess once in her life; she always preferred card games. You were the one playing chess with your parents!
Steb turned to you with bright eyes, a question shining in his blue eyes.
"I… I did not enroll yet, but… But I plan to!" You tell him, caught unaware, "I was about to add my name to the list!"
He nods, happy to have both acquaintances in his new club, and leaves you there to visit the dorm.
"You were 'about to add your name to the list', eh?" Darla eyed you with a carnivorous smile.
"And you? You did not even know there was a chess club two minutes ago!"
She huffed a laugh and left you there.
You met with Steb next Thursday for the first opening of the club. You were about to propose a match to him when Darla walked past you and exclaimed really loudly that she never played, and needed a mentor to teach her, and that she knew nobody here good enough, outside of him! He smiled and invited her to sit at his table…
And that's how you spent your days at the club, seething that Darla could monopolise him almost all the time…
Soon, you and Steb were noticed for your talents in the game, and you got enrolled for a tournament with other Universities of the country! You had to train with the rest of the team in addition to the normal activities of the club.
As a newbie, Darla was not picked up, and you finally could play with Steb a bit.
It was good and pleasant. You could spend a bit of privileged time with your crush without her crashing it.
Your team finished in second place in the tournament, and you both put the silver medal in the prize cabinet of the club, to be admired.
Steb gave you a tight, short hug as congratulations, raising the blood to your cheeks.
But in the end, Sted did not finish his diploma at Uni. He joined the Army and finished his studies there… You exchanged some letters, keeping in contact, promising to meet again once he'd come back for his leave, and you were happy.
He asked you to meet him at a cafe in Piltover, where you went together in high school. There, Steb and Darla were waiting for you.
"We are pregnant!" She announced, hand in his, a shining smile on her face.
The rest of the discussion is a blur for you. You don't think you spoke that much in retrospect. They were hugging each other, being all lovey-dovey, leaving you with eyes blurred with tears. But you let none roll down your cheeks.
They announced it to your parents, they got engaged, they got married, and moved out…
You could not really hold it against Darla. She always was the most keen and forward of you two…
And now here you are, in a broken family, stuck between your dear sister, your secret love, and their child.
You sigh, looking at the clock.
"Oh! Steb, you're almost late!" You warn.
Steb spins his head, his cheek scales freezing in shock. He gulps down his coffee in one go and rushes to put on his uniform.
Iyi laughs as you smile, shaking your head, listening to his hurried steb, finishing at the front door, closing.
You sniff, smelling something.
"All right, Iyi. It's you and me now, girl. First order of business: new diaper!" You tell dramatically.
She burst out laughing, sending her biscuit flying all across the floor.
"Oh, crap!"
First order of business: cleaning the floor.
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Steb sighs, making his spine pop as he turns the key in the door.
Phew… He is not displeased to be home.
He almost calls for you out loud when he realizes all the lights are turned on. You must have taken Iyi in her stroller for a ballad, or bring her to your home for the day. He'll need to go get her if this is the case.
He looks at the chest of drawers in the entrance, taking off his shoes, but he sees no note indicating that you left with her, making him frown. He stops his movement to listen and hears the faint noise of the TV in the living room.
He approaches while opening his uniform jacket, discovering you are sleeping in an armchair, Iyi sleeping in your arms, wrapped in a plaid, as the TV is running in the background. Steb cannot help but smile, his hands on his hips. A look at her high chair indicates that you fed her tonight, and she only needs to go to bed now.
He gently grabs her from your hands, and she whines in retaliation, without opening her eyes. He presses her to his chest, kissing her forehead, and goes upstairs to put her in her crib, letting the night light on. He tenderly caresses her cheek one last time and leaves her to sleep soundly.
He returns downstairs to wake you up. He kneels next to you, gently shakes your shoulder, but you do not move an inch. Your eyes are firmly closed, and your breath is deep.
He sighs internally.
You look so appeased like that… So relaxed. You were so stressed for him during the arguments of the affair and the divorce, looking after Iyi when he needed to see his lawyer or go to court against his own wife.
Sometimes… Sometimes he tells himself he had the right woman in front of him all along, and he just got blindsided by the forwardness of her sister…
It is neither here nor there! You are his precious friend and Iyi's devoted aunt. He won't jeopardize that relationship, too!
He lays another plaid on you, turning the TV off and going to the open kitchen to cook dinner.
You did not wake up for a second to come join him! He doesn't even know if you ate.
He leaves you a fuming plate of Dhal and a bowl of coconut yogurt on the coffee table in front of you, with a note saying 'Thank you', and turns the light off, going upstairs to sleep.
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You yawn deeply, smelling coffee. You smack your lips, your mouth all furry and eyes all blurry with sleep. You realize you are in an armchair, in a living room that is not yours. The first thing you catch is the fuming coffee mug with whipped cream on top on the tea table with a note saying 'Thank you'.
Steb's tea table.
Oh crap… You fell asleep.
You stretch with a long sigh, popping your spine, and stand up toward the open kitchen. Steb smiles at you, a coffee in hand, a bit disheveled, in his night clothes.
"Hey…" You yawn again, hiding it behind your hand, "Sorry, I did not realize I fell asleep here…" You blink hard to wake up.
He shakes his head with a grin, sipping his drink. He starts signing with worry on his face.
"No, I can work from home for some days if I have a terminal at hand. I used yours, I hope you don't mind…?"
He gestures to you that it is nothing, you can use it anytime.
"Iyi is still sleeping?" You yawn again, wrapped in your plaid like a cozy bug.
He nods.
"She was really nice yesterday; she did not cry once."
He nods again, taking note of it.
You both sip your drinks, trying to wake up, before he turns back to you with a question.
"Oh, no, I meant to bring her home with me, but it did not stop snowing, and I could not get my hands on her thick coats. So I preferred to keep her warm here." You explain.
He nods, approving.
Since Darla kept putting Iyi in your hands, you had to get equipped for baby care in your apartment.
"Okay, if you allow me, I'll eat breakfast with you two and then bring her home with me. I think it stopped snowing…" You turn to see at the window.
It is blinding with the snow reflecting the sun's rays, so you stand up and open it, just to see. Heavy snow fell all night and is completely blocking the doors of the street. You see adults clearing the path with shovels, the thick layer of white reaching their waist.
"Huh…"
Steb places himself next to you to see. Opening his blue eyes wide with surprise.
"I think we are all stuck here for the moment." You realize.
He nods, flabbergasted. Piltover is not known for its snow weather, and it is quite exceptional that so much fell on such short notice.
"Wait! How are you going to work, then?"
He explains that he put a day off, in the hope of deep cleaning the house while you would take Iyi to your home. You purse your lips, eyeing the snow.
Steb's lean forward, extending his hand, palm open to catch the snowflakes with childish glee. It hits you that Steb most probably never saw so much snow before. You neither, to be honest. You lean forward to see the door.
"Yeeeeah, it's blocked."
You step back, and Steb closes the window, stopping the cold from entering. Before you can say anything, a long wail can be heard coming from Iyi's room, signaling you that she is awake and hungry.
Steb rushes to her, and you decide to snoop around to make some pancakes. You are stirring the batter when he reappears with his baby in his hands, all freshened up and in a new onesie.
"Hi, Iyi!" You greet her with a smile from the stove.
"Ayaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" She exclaims out loud, gesticulating in her father's arms.
He tenderly kisses the top of her head and puts her in her high chair, serving her some fruit puree he cooked himself. You bring the pancakes, and you eat together, discussing the next course of action with Steb. You'll stay here and help clean the rooms, taking turns to watch over Iyi when she is awake, he'll cook, and you'll do the dishes.
And you spent the morning energetically scrubbing the walls and floors, alternating with play sessions with the baby, making voices for her Rabbit plushie, supporting her as she put geometrical figures in the correct hole of the toy, then returning to the battlefield to do the laundry. At 2 pm, you were already quite fatigued; you must admit it, but the delicious smell coming from the kitchen was telling you Steb was cooking a real feast! And he delivered! Delicious salmon with citrus sauce, seasoned broccoli, mushrooms, and a red bean salad.
'Woohoo, that looks so delicious, Steb! Thank you."
His cheek scales flap around as he blushes, muttering silent words.
You sit down, and you observe how Steb tries to convince his baby to eat broccoli, which she obstinately refuses to, making you laugh.
Until it did not anymore.
Suddenly, she slaps the broccoli fork away from her and starts crying big tears.
"Mamaaaaaaaa!"
Steb looks so taken aback that he freezes momentarily. He puts the fork down and approaches her to kiss her, but she pushes his head away, begging for her mom.
Oof…
"Mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" She screams with all her lungs
She agitates her limbs around, almost slapping him in the face until… She extends her hands to you with pleading eyes.
"Mamaaaaaaaaa…!" she stretches her little arms to you, the best she can, impeded by her high chair, "Mama! Heeee…lp…!"
This time, you are the one frozen. Did she really say that to you?
Steb looks at this scene unfolding, almost horrified.
"I'm not your mother, Iyi." You try to explain to her.
"Mama! Mama! Mamaaaaaaaaaaa!" She cries out, her little fingers trying to reach you.
"Iyi, I…"But everything you might say falls on dead ears.
"Mamaaaaaaaa!"
Steb grabs her, despite her struggles, and brings her out of the open kitchen, leaving you with a sinking stomach. You are twirling your broccoli in the sauce when he returns, his features drawn.
"I am sorry, Steb." You tell him, "I never meant to take Darla's place."
"I know…" He says, speaking for the first time since you are here. "I am sorry… In return…"
"She is sleeping?" You ask.
He nods, sitting back down, all the energy sucked out of him. He passes his hand through his green hair with a long sigh. And for a minute, neither of you dares to speak.
You are back to twirling your broccoli when he lets out a little chuckle.
"Maybe… It would have been… Better if it were you…" He drops with his broken voice.
He seems to only realize what he said when your fork hits the table, when you look at him in pure shock.
"I… I did not mean…" He tries to salvage himself.
"Then… What did you mean?" You ask, with a toneless voice.
He sighs again, shaking his head to himself, before swallowing his pride.
"I… Often… Imagined you as… the mother Iyi… Never had…" He reveals, looking pretty embarrassed by his revelation.
"… 'Often'…?" You repeat with a small voice, feeling your cheeks getting hot like fire.
He bites his lips, his green cheeks getting rosy, before growling at himself.
"Yes… Often…" He admits.
You gulp. Flattered. But also a bit afraid.
"Okay…" You let out, "Thank you for clarifying."
He caresses his hair back and stands up abruptly.
"I shouln't… Have told you… This… Sorry…"
Before he could leave, you jumped to your feet too.
"Steb!" You shout.
He looks at you, surprised. And so are you; you don't have much of a plan.
"I… Am glad you told me this."
His flushing worsens, his cheek scales ondulating like a dance.
"I also… wished I could have been her mom." You reveal.
Steb's eyes widen in shock. He takes a step back, not seeing the bucket of water and bleach, and falls on his butt.
"Steb!" You run to his side.
You kneel to him, checking if he's okay, when you realize he is laughing.
"Did you hurt your head?" You want to make sure.
But Steb keeps laughing, rolling on his side, holding his sides.
"Idiot! I was worrying for you!" You slap his arm playfully.
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You replace the curtains, now all clean, and go down the little step stool, looking at your work. The house is now fully clean! You and Steb did not spare any effort for those 3 days, but it is done!
And now the snow is melting…
"Mamaaa…!" A little voice calls for you behind your back.
You turn to Iyi with a smile. She reaches your legs and holds on to them, looking up at you with a big smile.
"Hi, girly." You grab her and show her the melting snow.
She presses her face to the glass with big eyes.
"Ooooooh…" She utters, absolutely fascinated.
You do not open, she's not clothed to meet the cold. But she can watch. After 5 minutes, Steb appears behind you 2, circling his daughter to kiss her hair loudly. She erupts in joy, grabbing at her father's shirt. He smiles at you, taking her back upstairs for a nap. You sigh pensively, looking at them running up the stairs.
You did not speak about what you and Steb said for 2 days. You just gave each other side eyes, fire on your cheeks like idiots.
Like two carefree idiots…
But now that the snow is melting, you might get a chance to flee the whole ordeal.
You are eating some peanut butter on the sofa, watching a show, when he returns, wiping his hands.
"Sleepy time?"
He nods. He joins you on the sofa, with a silent question in his eyes.
"I have no clue what that show is about, to be honest." You admit.
You take another spoonful of butter and go to eat it, but Steb swipes his fingers in it and… Eat it.
"Hey!" You protest.
He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, his finger still in his mouth.
"This is my peanut butter!"
He takes it out and retorts.
"I know this is your jug, but I'm eating it! Go fetch a spoon at least!" You grumble.
You take another spoonful and…
He does the same!
"You…!"
You put the jug down and throw yourself at him with tickles all over while he bursts out laughing, happy with his mischief.
"This is my butter! If you want to eat some…! Grab a spoon!" You attack him relentlessly.
Steb doesn't even try to defend himself, he just lets you do, laughing to his heart's content under you.
"You think you're funny? You are spoiling my treat!" You threaten, starting to crack up too, "I earned that peanut butter!"
You finally both stop, out of breath, finishing to laugh. Steb wipes a tear from his eye, a large smile on his beautiful face, punching all the air out of your lungs.
You… Forgot how handsome he truly is.
You both look at each other. In silence. Dumfounded.
Until you realise you are lying on top of him in a very non-sister-in-law way.
"I, huh… Sorry." You push yourself off of him.
Breaking the magic.
He clears his throat, his scales frozen in tension, sitting back up.
"Ah la la la…" You sigh, "What are we going to do…?"
He caresses his neck, visibly shaken. You hold your nose-bridge, a headache approaching.
"Sorry, I imagine this is not how you wanted to spend your day."
He shrugs before explaining.
"Yeah… I know you'd prefer to be with your spouse this afternoon…" You nod, saddened for him.
And for Iyi. The little one does not even recognise her own mother…
"She wasted… All of our… Time…" He grouses between his teeth.
You snort.
"I would have left you waste my time…"
He snaps his head to you so quickly that his neck cracks.
"… Really?"
"Yes." You admit, "Since High school."
"Since…?" He seems to lose all his words.
"Yeah." You let him know, "You just… Never noticed."
"Is it… Too late…?" He asks after a minute of silence.
"Sorry?" You turn to him.
"Me… And you…" He repeats, gulping, "Is it too late…?"
Your mouth falls open on your lap, eyes wide open.
"I… Hum." You start, unsure, feeling your cheeks heating up dangerously.
He grabs your hand and squeezes it gently, pressing it to his heart.
"Do I… Still have a… Chance…?"
You gulp. This is quite a precarious situation. You remain his sister-in-law. Iyi's aunt. You can't just forget about these details!
"… What about Iyi? What about her mother?"
"She seems to… have chosen… Her mother…" He articulates with difficulties, "And… She has my… Tastes too…"
Your body temperature skyrockets, and you feel terribly thirsty out of the blue. You gulp, trying to moisten your lips as you navigate your confusion the best you can.
"Do you even realise what you are asking, Steb? What will I say to my family?"
"We can… Say it together…" He insists, hopeful, pressing your hands in his, "I had time… To ponder over… My life and choices… I chose the wrong woman… All along the best one… Was under my eyes… And her sister blinded… Me…!"
"I don't know what to tell you, Steb. You did go for my sister over me. I can't just brush past that…" You admit.
You don't want to feel like a consolation prize because his first woman fled…
"I know…" He concedes, shoulders and gaze low," But… If you'd just… Let me… I could prove you… I am worth it…"
"What do you propose?" You ask with a raised eyebrow.
"Stay… A little longer… Like you'd always… Lived here… Let's see how… It develops…"
You sigh, losing your arguments before such a cute face.
Steb looks at you, confounded, caressing the back of his head. It was established that you would sleep together in the double bed. Whatever, you are an adult, you can manage. But you won't sleep in those day clothes one night more.
Steb opens his drawers and gives you one of his white shirts to wear. You take it and observe it unimpressed before looking back at him.
"I'm sure you'd have a bottom that could go with it?"
He sways from one foot to the other, gulping as his cheeks turn rosy once more. He fidgets his fingers but does not sign any more words.
And it clicks.
"You want me… to only wear your shirt and my panties?" You want to make sure.
He freezes like he was busted with the hand in the cookies jar before his ears start flapping around energetically, his blushing turning pure red.
"If this is how it is, then… I don't want you wearing a shirt!" You decide, "It is only fair."
You feel your body heat rising once more. This is your first night in the same bed, and you are already negotiating to unclothe the other… Maybe you're not as much of an adult as you like to pretend.
He bites his lips, his cheek scales undulating, but nods.
"Okay…"
You reenter the bedroom two minutes later, changed into the simple shirt and panties underneath, as it is too large for you, and discover Steb lying in bed, shirtless, as you asked. He turns toward you and his scales flap once more, visibly pleased by what he is seeing.
"Okay… Let's sleep now." You decide as you hurry under the cover to hide yourself from his gaze.
You dreamed of how it would go numerous times, but it can't help your stress in the moment!
Steb turns the light off, sliding under the cover, and you both go to sleep.
Or at least you try to…
You try to move your leg and hit his foot, you try to turn and hit his back, you try to rearrange your arms and brush his hand.
You sigh. How old are you? 12?
This is ridiculous and outrageous, but… You want that man. Oh, the Gods know you want him!
And he is right here! Right behind you! Shirtless! And you in your panties!
This is such a bad idea…
But you turn to face his back and circle him with your arms like a big spoon. You hear him gasp, but he caresses your arms around him gently. After a minute, he turns in your grasp to hug you back, pressing your head in the crook of his solid neck, purring in the dark.
And without thinking too much about it, you kiss it. Gently. Several times. His hands on your back start caressing it softly as you feel him gulping under your lips.
He hooks his leg with yours, and you nibble his salty skin.
You try not to think too much. Maybe you should.
Steb lazily rolls on top of you, caging you under his size, and starts peppering kisses all over your face.
Muah! Muah!Muah! Muah!Muah!
"Steb…" You call for him, "I don't want to crash and burn. I want things to be serious between us. If you don't want the same, then… Let's stop here." You set the terms clearly.
You hear him breathe just above you.
You feel his hand traveling your arm to find yours and pressing it against the mattress, intertwining your fingers together.
Before claiming your lips.
A soft kiss, your two sets of lips dancing together, meeting at last after a decade of pent-up desires and heartaches. He kisses you like a true lover would, pouring his passion into his movements and with all the softness his heart possesses.
You respond to the kiss, signaling your mutual eagerness on the matter.
Technically speaking, using sex as proof of love and mutual desire to build something together is a terrible idea. How many men pretend to love until the first surays?
But, in your heart, you believe, and trust Steb would never do such a thing…
This is a leap of faith.
You open your mouth, inviting him inside, and he does not let you wait. His tongue hugs and dances with yours lazily yet sensually.
During all that, you caress his back freely, teasing his ribs' scales, toying with his dorsal fin, playing with the hem of his sweatpants, and he doesn't deprive himself to do the same. His free hand explores your hips, traces the hem of your panties, discover their outlines around the roundness of your thighs.
He hooks his finger just under the elastic and lets it slap the sensitive flesh of your Venus mound, making you jump in surprise. And making him chuckle in return.
As retaliation, you bite his lower lip and grab a fistful of his ass cheek, digging your nails into the fabric, making him yelp.
You both stop.
Listening to each other's panting in the dark, judging each other.
Before both giggling.
He kisses your nose tip gently, caressing your cheek as you graze his shoulder blades tenderly.
No need to play the tough ones, to pretend to be sexual beasts with each other. You just want to have a nice time and for something to go right for once.
And that shared little laugh. That silent implied comprehension of what you both truly want.
So nice.
So casual.
So loving.
That, turns you on so much.
Much more than any other man ever turned you on before.
Because they were not Steb.
They did not have his nice spirit, his big heart, his generosity, his handsome features, his large hands, his intelligence…
They did not have that connection with you. That invisible bond linking you together. That mutual desire to be of help and comfort to each other.
They were here for the sex and to live with someone with a stable housing situation.
Steb only wants to love. In all forms, in all aspects, in all manners.
He only wants warmth and mutual understanding.
And you feel like you could be the one to give him that.
No.
You know you are.
As you know, he is the man who will fulfill all your desires.
And that makes you so wet…
And he barely touched you.
Yet you feel your breath short and your legs shaking with anticipation.
Fuck, you want him so badly!
"I love you, Steb…" You babble in between kisses, "Please, never let me go…"
He brushes his nose tip with yours with a purr, sliding his hand inside your panties, tracing your soaking wet slit.
It's almost embarrassing how wet you already are.
"Sorry… We didn't even really start yet…"
As a response, he unlocks your hands to guide yours to his groin.
Hot
Hard
Quivering
"No woman… Ever had such… A strong effect on… Me…" He reveals you with a trembling voice, "I'm afraid I'll… Cum… As soon as I… Enter you…"
"I'll take it as a compliment." You tell him.
"I take your… Early wetness the… Same way…" And he meets your lips again.
He traces your slit up and down several times, circling your nervous ring of flesh, titillating it before entering you with one finger. It is easy and stretches around it nicely, giving him access to the most secret part of you eagerly, while you massage his cock through the fabric.
He feels long and heavy, twitching in your palm as Steb rolls his hips into your hand with a long mewl, appreciating your touch on him after so long.
You circle his waist with your legs, pressing him down against you, rubbing your two clothed groin regions with impatience and anticipation.
You don't want to take too long! You want him inside of you rapidly! You want to swallow him whole and full, stuffing you to the brim, arching your back in raw pleasure.
You grab his wrist to take him out of you, surprising him in the process, and slide your panties down before making a quick work of his sweatpants and boxers.
His kisses get bolder, more demanding, feeling his own tension rising in his veins as yours make you a literal fountain.
He takes support on his elbows on each side of you and lets you guide him to your tremoring with lust and despair. It is a bit hard in the dark, but you manage, and he lets out a guttural groan as he feels your warm wetness swallowing his nervous tip so easily.
You prop your legs to be comfortable, thighs open for him, and wait for him to take the lead.
He takes agonizing seconds, pushing you to your wit ends, digging your nails in the mattress.
Until you feel one hand resting on your hips, and he pushes all the way in.
Not violently
Gradually
He slips out, leaving only the tip once more.
And pushes back in, quicker this time.
Slips out
Pushes in.
And now, he is rocking his hips with a good pace. He thrusts into you rhythmically, making sweet, sweet love to you.
And you can tell, he won't hold long. He is already moaning and mewling loudly, panting loudly as your hips meet. Yet you can tell he knows that stuff. His thrusts are precise and hit with intent; he knows where the secret spots are inside of you, and he manages his pace to be pleasurable while allowing him to keep going as long as he still can.
"I'm sorry I… It feels so… I'm already…" He gasps, presenting you his excuses like a litany, like a prayer.
Asking for your mercy, surely shameful of his performance, knowing it will be short.
"It's alright." You grab his cheeks to kiss his face lovingly, "We will do it often to get better at it." You both promise and tease a bit.
He seems to choke on your proposition, letting out the most lewd, strangled groan you've ever heard.
It is messy
Clumsy
Awkward
Yet passionate and loving.
And therefore hotter than any of your previous experiences.
And you'd want nothing else but that.
You yelp as you feel his finger coming to toy with your clit, adding to your pleasure while he can still make love to your pussy. He hits hard and true, and plays your nervous bud with practiced ease, making you shiver with pleasure and ease.
You feel liquid fire coursing your veins, electricity exciting your nerves, and goosebumps traveling your skin under his touch.
"Steb…!" You gasp his name, "Kiss me…!"
He slams his lips on yours, hitting your teeth a bit, but you don't care. You just want to feel all of him on you, caging you under his body, warming up to his temperature, and sharing his oxygen for as long as you can. You grab a fistful of his hair, disheveling him as you keep him close to you, forbidding him to part from you for even an inch.
His thrusts get erratic, lose their steady pace, and after a bit of back and forth, he buries himself to the hilt and cums deep inside of you.
You yelp, feeling hot ribbons of seed getting spurt inside of you, sending pure shivers of lust down your spine.
Steb falls on top of you, sweaty, panting, fatigued, but satisfied.
"Did… Did you cum.. Too…" He asks, voice shaking with the remnants of his orgasm.
"No…" You admit, caressing his silky hair and broad shoulder blades.
"Sorry…" He clears his throat, and you feel him resuming his caress on your clit, "Give me… A minute I think… I can get hard again…"
And you receive a prodigious plushie slap across the cheek.
"Oof…!" You exhale in a slight pain already dissipating, "What do you want, Iyi? What happened to 'Good morning'?"
She looks at you dead seriously.
Before exploding laughing, waving her plushie around.
"Happy birthday, Mamaaaaaa!"
Wait…
Is it today…?
You turn to Steb's side of the bed and look at the clock.
"Oh… Oh yeah, that's right…" You turn back to face your adopted daughter with a smile, "Thank you, sweetheart."
"Dadda said you can eat your cake in bed!" She shouts aloud, forgetting that neighbors are a very real concept.
"Oh, nice." You chuckle, trying to lower her volume, "Where is he, by the way?"
And like it is his cue, Steb enters with a full cake in his hand, humming Happy Birthday.
"We baked it together!" She declares, very proud.
"Aaaawe, thank you, my darlings." You melt.
He lets you sit comfortably and gives you the cake with a single, symbolic candle. He takes his camera out of his pocket and raises his thumb to give the go.
"Wait!" She shouts, horrified, "Do you have a wish?"
"A wish?"
"You can't blow the candle without a wish, mama!" She instructs you very seriously.
"Oh, I see, I see. Let me think…"
You close your eyes.
You wish for many, many more sweet mornings like this one. You wish for the baby in your womb to grow healthy and for your family to be happy forever.
"Okay, I got it. We can do it!" You declare with assurance.
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Can I request fanfic where Steb reacts to his fem human crush trying hard to learn and communicate to him in sign language please? She's clumsy & needs a lot of time to pick up but she's slowly getting it especially with his help!
I love people who try their best! Sorry for the delay!
Steb x F!reader
Tags: short, sweet, sign language, Steb is selectively mute, fluff
You repeat the signs in your mind one last time.
"Okay, girl, you got this!" You pep-talk yourself.
You enter Steb's office and clear your throat.
He stops typing and turns to you with a smile, waiting for you to tell him what you wanted.
"Check this out!" You prepare him.
He crosses his legs and intertwines his fingers, looking at you with interest.
You take a big breath and start your long tirade with both hands, explaining you ate a croissant this morning and segwaying into the fact that bakeries remind you of him because on your first date together he bought apple turnovers and pains au chocolat for you both.
You look at him with a large smile and hope in your eyes.
"So…?" You ask, on the edge of your seat.
He looks at you… focused but confounded. His hands joined before his mouth he seems to try and decode what you just signed to him.
"You eat… A Pagoda… This morning…?" He asks carefully.
"Wha… What…?" You're dumbfounded, "No, I ate a croissant. A croissant!" You do and redo the signs, like it would make it the correct one out of the blue.
Oh no… You busted it… It is a disaster…
Steb chuckles, catching your attention. He looks at you with a side grin, pleased with himself.
"I know… What you said… I'm… Toying with you… Petit Coeur…" He lets you know.
"You…!" You gasp in outrage.
You grab a nearby pillow for decoration and throw it at his face that he evades with ease and a laugh.
"Meanie!" You shout, "I believed you!"
He shakes his head with his grin as he stands up to circle your waist with his arms. He cradles you in his embrace tenderly, kissing your cheeks loudly all over, before claiming your lips.
You moan in the kiss and he only let go when you are gasping for air.
"It was… Good… Better than… Before…" He promises, brushing his nose tip with yours.
"You're mean, Steb." You pout, pretendign to bite off his nose in retaliation.
He smiles, caressing a strand of hair behind your ear.
"I love… You… Petit Coeur…" He promises solemnly, "You always… Try your best… For me…"
Can I request smut fanfic where Steb is trying hard to stay composed but failing as his female s/o kept increasing and decreasing the setting at random of the vibrator in him please? She's so thrilled to be the only one to see this side of him!
Love me some subby Steb... ❤❤❤❤❤
Steb x F!reader
Tags: smut, established relationship, sex toy on male, mention of pegging, femdom, Steb is selectively non-verbal, lovey-dovey, short
You fidget with the remote, each finger movement earning a choked gasp from your lover. You mind-absently caress his green hair as he whines and wriggles on top of you, head buried in your breast, desperate hands grabbing at your body in distress.
He tries to keep it cool, but you know him. You know his weaknesses. And you know how to make him beg for you.
You hum a tune, kissing the top of his head as you ramp up the speed to its maximum, making him squirm and jolt in your embrace. He digs his nails painfully into your skin, but you welcome this pain with grace. You can endure these shots of pain when your Steb looks so dazed and blissful in your arms.
This face, all red and panting.
This body, glistening with sweat and jolting at each of your whims.
Those.
Are pieces of art.
Only the luckiest get to admire them.
And by chance, this lucky person is you. And you will do everything in your power to keep being the only one worthy of such a spectacle.
Steb moans and mewls, humping his cock against your naked thigh, the toy buzzing furiously in his tight ring of flesh. He jolts and struggles as you play with his nerves, rising and lowering the settings of the sex toy as you like it, torturing him most exquisitely.
"Pe… Petit coeur…!" He begs, out of his mind, eyes rolling into his skull, "Plea-Please…"
You caress a strand of hair behind his charming ear, admiring his blissful expression, his cerulean eyes gleaming with love and lust beyond your human comprehension.
When a Vastaya loves, it loves deeply, and in ways human minds have difficulty deciphering. But you are okay with that, as long as this adorable aquatic Vastaya only has eyes for you, his Petit coeur, you are happy.
"Yes, sweetheart?" You purr, caressing his ear tip, adding to the tease.
"Can I… Can I cum…?" He manages to ask with his broken voice, gasping for air in all these stimulations, "P… Please…"
"Yes, my love. You may." You kiss his forehead and raise the intensity all the way up.
He winces, hissing between his pearly white teeth at the raw pleasure spreading in his limbs and veins. His cheek scales undulate on his gorgeous face, his fins waving on his spine, and his gills palpitating open like he has pain to breathe properly.
You keep the pressure up, raising the tension higher as his limbs contract all around you, his erect cock twitching at the electricity coursing his nerve endings.
Until.
He comes undone, spilling his white seed on your thighs and sheets.
You don't mind. You don't mind if it his.
In fact, you are extremely permissive with your Vastaya lover and expect him to unload at your discretion, even if it means spilling some on you.
He spasms in his orgasm, letting escape a delectable, long moan, shaking in your embrace. You hug him all the way, cradling him as he goes down from his high, as the toy falls silent at last, whispering him sweet nothing, proud of your man.
Finally, you can only hear both of your respirations in the small bedroom, hugging each other tight.
"Are you feeling all right, my love?" You ask with a soft smile, "Did you enjoy yourself?"
He purrs lightly in response, nodding as he snuggles into your boobs like soft pillows for his tired mind, feeling ready to drift to sleep.
"Do not fall asleep, Steb." You warn him, prompting him to raise his wondering blue gaze to you, "Now you are taking my strap, my darling. We are done when I say we are…"
Can I request fanfic where Steb reacts to his fem s/o accidentally walking in on him without a shirt on please? She's completely like a deer in headlights before realising she's just staring & apologised while leaving immediately!
Nyehehehehehehehe, I too would lose myself at such a view!
Steb x F!reader
Tags: established relationship, Steb is selectively mute, fluff, nsfw implied at the end
"Hey, baby, do you remember where we put-" you open the door, entering your bedroom where Steb was drinking his tea in bed for a cosy, lazy morning.
And you stop dead in your tracks.
Steb jumps at your entrance, his shirt in his hands, bare-chested as he was putting his clothes on. He presses his shirt against his chest as he turns toward you, his cheek scales waving furiously in embarrassment.
He realizes it is only you and relaxes, lowering the shirt, giving you a diving view of his pecs and abs, letting you… Flabbergasted.
Hypnotised
Drooly…
Wow…
What a body…!
It is so- Steb waves at you, trying to make you react as you slap yourself mentally, tearing your eyes off that glorious view with much regret, but also embarrassment.
"Sorry!" You shout and hurry out of the bedroom, almost slamming the door behind you.
You rush downstairs, your mind and imagination on literal fire.
It's… It's the very first time you see him so revealed!
Steb barely rolls up his sleeves on a day-to-day basis, and bam! Bare-chested all of a sudden!
Steb is a very modest man, and you are not used to seeing so many green scales exposed on the body of your lover!
You were so surprised, you did not know how to react!
You throw yourself on the sofa of the living room and hide your face under a pillow, mortified.
You had to freeze and ogle him! Argh!
What a stupid, stupid girl! He'll think you are a huge pervert now!
You cannot help the burn on your cheeks while you press the pillow against your face, squealing.
You cannot get the image of his sculpted body out of your head; it is literally burned on your retina!
He has such a great chest, though….
You wonder how it would feel against your palms, if only he would let you explore his flesh freely…
You have nothing against waiting before getting steamier for his comfort, but you should not be subjected to such temptations either!
…
You wish you could trace his stripes' pattern on his back and stomach with your fingers…
You sigh, slouching on the sofa like a blob, defeated.
It will be harder to wait now that you know he hides such a piece of art under his shirt…
Poor you, you already have difficulties not kissing his luscious lips all the time to not creep him out, now you have to keep it cool knowing you are with an Adonis!
You need to cool down your head.
You yelp when the pillow is snatched from your face, revealing Steb with a lopsided grin on his gorgeous face. He looks down at you, raising an eyebrow, visibly awaiting an explanation.
Or an apology…
"Hiiiiiiii…" You gulp with an ashamed smile, "Hum… About earlier…"
Steb rolls his eyes with his smirk, before gently leaning forward, laying his bust on top of you to capture your lips, caressing your cheek.
You hesitantly respond to the kiss, slowly relaxing under his lips.
He parts from you with a modest peck on your mouth, brushing his nose tip to yours tenderly.
"It is… all right." He says with his broken voice.
"You sure?" You press your lips into a thin line.
He nods, his thumb caressing your cheek.
"I had in mind to… go a… little further… with you for some… time…" He reveals casually.
Your eyes open wide, your mouth hanging open, incredulous.
He tilts his head at you in a silent question.
Does that idea displease you?
"Really?" You ask, trying to play it cool and not foaming at the mouth like a rabid animal.
He sniggers, nodding.
"I mean, it's up to you really, I have no opinion on it or something!" You put up an unbothered Femme Fatale act to save your dignity.
And clearly?
He is not buying it for a second!
He rolls his eyes again without departing from his smirk, before softly kissing you again, grabbing one of your hands to gently guide it under his shirt…
