A/N-This is my first time writing smut so,pls be kind with critics <3 (@moonstrider9904 its the owner of the gif)
P.s-i was listen to Lana del rey while doing this ;)
Warnings:mentions of kinks (cockwarming,bdsm,oral sex,etc),oral sex (Female and male receiving),
Pairing:Female!reader x Steb
-SFW-
Steb is such a gentle lover,he won't just do anything without your consent or go too rough or fast,he won't go slow either,he will adjust at your rythm,just as you are.
He will steal you kisses all time at home,at all time.Youre cooking? A stolen kiss. Reading at the couch? Don't look behind you,because a Wild Steb will be waiting there.
He is not a coffee lover ( as i said in another headcanon) but he surely loves tea!,so whenever you two decide that you want to do a lazy day or just thake breakfast in bed (most of the times,he does the breakfast),he is ready!
He enjoys going shopping,and even more if it's with you! He makes a whole list but you don't take different parts,no,you do the whole shopping TOGETHER.
I saw an account saying that Steb would have french accent (SORRY I DONT REMEMBER THE ACCOUNT) which i believe 2 things:
He can SPEAK french,because it's one of the lenguages he can speak,but he has British accent (just imagine ladies)
Have you seen the manhwa sign? Well,hearing his voice by the first time has the same reaction that yohan did on soohwa
He Will listen to whatever music you listen to
But he is a lana del rey boy
He likes tickle wars,but only when he's winning >:/
He didn't used to have a lots of things in his wardrobe until you came to his life,then you started to be like a fashion designer to him and started to tell him what could fit him and what he should try/buy.
He really apreciates this,because It feels like it's worth It to worry how he looks apart from his enforcer uniform
-NSFW-
(pls let me get ready for this)
If in his normal life he is a shy,a man of poor words,but believe me when i say this,he is comunicative in bed
If he needs you/something he'll say,he won't do any rodeo about It,he is kinda shy about being too explicit,but he makes sure to let you know what he needs
Imagine that is been a long,tiring day,you two are enforcers and right now are working at the "peanut partro"l with cait as a Commander
Sure,she was great,but sometimes a pain in the ass as a boss.
So,when you two arrived home,you shouted to him as you lead your steps to the kitchen "i'm making dinner"
You put your apron on,and started to make something,but suddenly,a pair on blue,warm hand were embracing you stomach
Steb:mhm...you...mhm..
You didn't undertood a word of what he said because his head was pressed on your shoulder
You left your hands from the sink and put the on his hands,and asked him: honey,what did you say?
And as clear as water,he told you,putting his chin on your shoulder and his lip very near your lobe:
Steb:I need you....now....
He doesn't speak very much but damn he know how to use his mouth.At first,he was very shy to go down on you,saying he never didi It on anyone else,but the more he thinks about it,the more he wants It.
The very first time he went down on you he was inexperienced,but he is someone that learns pretty easy,so the first time uses It to learn as much as he can for you,what do you like? What reaction what can he get from you?
BUT when you first when down on him? Girl are you trying to kill him?
You did It the very first time you two has sex,and he hated to admit how fast he did came when your Lips touched his tip.Only using your hands,going Up and down was...such a view,and even while you were looking at him with such pretty eyes,but when you decided to use your Lips,he fainted.
The first time you had sex you decided to go missionary.It's confortable,it's intimate and he can be as close to you and look at you
Saying this right now ,MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH HIM,he loves it,he loses it.
His favoutire positions are:
Cowgirl,the Lotus,any variation of the missionary,and any position where he can see your face.
I believe that he has Big dick energy (DON'T KILL ME) but not THAT much,just above avarage.but the () it's pretty normal.
I believe he has the prettiest dick, i mean,i can't say look, but think about It:
More than avarage lenght,let's say () while not erected,but when it's erected It passes to be ().
And it's pretty firm,very curvy,just a prefect curve that helps you to make your own climax even better.
His () as on the avarage side,making It ().
Meanwhile the colour tip it's a pretty pinkish colour,not a full Pink but It shades into Pink.
He loves eye Contact,but most of all kissing you and showing to you how much he loves your body,in any way possible.This is like mosning your name as loud as he can (yes,he doesn't only moan,he groans,growls,do any sounds you can imagine) worshipping you,telling you how good you feel,etc.
And kissing you is something that he does:
1-when he is about to come,he feels It,and he needs to show you how good you make him feel
2-if it's a very intimate sex session (like,you're not only fucking but "making love")
He is such a gentleman,he can adjust at your rythm with any problem, did you tell him to go faster? For sure faster It is. You told him you don't want to come yet? He understands,he slows the pace and waist for you.
His kinks are on the "normal" side:
Praise kink,slight bdsm (chokers,blindfolds,and sometimes shibari) oral (receiving and giving),cockwarming,slighlty erotic asfyxiathion (on him)
But most of the times,he enjoys "normal sex" and always will prefer to "make love" with rather than just "fucking"
HEYYY THIS IS MY VERY FIRST TIME WRITING NSFW DON'T HATE ME ON THIS!
this took me soo long because i had no idea what to write for him so,here it is!
Hope you like it!
Also! I wanted to thank @saradika-graphics for this beautiful dividers,if need any, she surely has! (Or ask a request).
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Chapter 4 of Salt in the wound Link to part 1 - link to ao3
Steb xF!reader
Rating: starting to really heat up but not smut yet
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It's official now. Steb and you. Dating.
You are clueless.
You have no idea what you’ve done to him.
Your touch, your breath, your laughter - your soft words. Each brush of your fingers, each unspoken glance, each careless word chips away at Steb's fragile barriers of patience. Ones he has so meticulously built over the years between his instinct and self control. Now you tether him to something he can barely understand, something he was not designed to endure.
Waiting.
Steb was not meant for this.
Your human kind courts through painfully slow rituals of language and dramatic hesitation, a series of tentative and convoluted steps towards tenuous connection. His kind does not. Bonds are forged in violent moments, immediate and irrevocable. Steb had observed that humans do sometimes bond like this too - but more often outside seedy nightclubs on the outskirts of Piltover when both parties are inebriated.
For you he would go slow.
But even now as he watched you knead dough, a smattering of flour across your cheeks dulling the freckles that made his blood boil and rush directly to his groin - vivid images of the rush of his teeth and light and blood leaving no room for ambiguity as to his instincts intentions. This slow unfurling you call dating is a torment he cannot escape.
And yet, for you... He endures.
--/--/----/--/----/--/----/--/--
In the beginning, time was meaningless to him. There was only you, and work of course, to steer the course of his days. Your rhythms erratic, your rituals incomprehensible to him. But now, he knows the cadence of your days by both hearts. He has memorised the way you move with slow lazy grace in the morning light, the tilt of your head as you shape dough, the soft sighs you release when you think no one is listening. The sharper ones when you think they are listening.
You touch the scale in your braid often.Brazen temptress that you are. You think it’s absentminded, but he notices every time.
He watches the way your fingers trace its green edge - his edge, your touch lingering as though drawn to it. The very sight fills him with a pride so sharp it borders on pain. That scale is a piece of him, embedded in you, a fragment of his flesh given freely with excrutiating pain, marking his claim on you. Marking that you were his, and soon your flesh would be his too.
You wear it with incomplete understanding.
To you, a keepsake. To him, a bond.
Steb's eyes narrow as he bites into a horrific concoction you've christened ” a vegan sausage roll“.
For you he endures.
--/--/----/--/--
There are nights late in the bakery when he finishes his often late shift, and you simply sit with him, your body curled against his as you read your books and wait for bread to bake, your breath warm against his neck. His uniform meticulous even after a long day of mending and breaking bones. You don’t speak much in those moments; the silence between you feels natural. He listens to the rhythm of your breathing - monitors you - watching observing cataloguing things had always relaxed him - and for a while, the tension within him eases.
But even then, his instincts stir.
He imagines what it would feel like to wrap you entirely in his arms and world, to pin you down and see your wrists dwarfed in the palm of his hand, to see you adorned not just with his scale but with the indelible marks of his teeth upon your neck staking the weight of his claim. He dreams of you swollen and ripe with his young, your body transformed by the life you would create together, your form bent irrevocably to the rhythm of his species.
The thought is as intoxicating as it is terrifying. Bright flashes of vivid daydreams that infect him every time he looks at you.
And for all your humanity and terrifying softness, you are resilient in ways he cannot fully grasp. You do not yield easy. There is a quiet strength in you that disarms him, that keeps him tethered to the human rituals he has come to tolerate as a necessity to bridge the gap of your bond. You test him without realising it, your small provocations igniting fires he struggles to extinguish in the wake of your careless hands and careless words.
You trust him. And it is that trust that holds him back from completion. A trust which forces him to remain in liminal limbo, waiting for you to bridge the distance between your worlds. At your own pace.
You are far too precious to rush.
--/--/----/--/--
As you sit one evening, your graceful human hand filling out orders for flour and yeast and those vegan sausages no one but Steb seems to eat...He studies you the way his kind studies prey.
No not with malice, never that,,but with precision.
Every movement you make, every shift in your expression, every tremble and huff of annoyance as you cross something out in your ledger is carefully catalogued and dissected. He notices the way you glance at him when you think he isn’t looking, the way your lips press together when you’re deep in thought. Soon his mind pulls him to the memories which haunt him - the way your breath hitches when he pulls you in with his forearm against the small of your back. So pliant for him. So trusting. So large eyed. Your hand so small when it chases his bioluminescence, not understanding that the vivid hues are screaming that he is ready to claim you.
He wonders if you notice the way his gaze lingers on you and the way his gills flare when you speak his name.
He wonders if you feel the crushing weight of his attention. Or are you blissfully unaware of the chaos you have unleashed within him?
Sometimes he thinks you do know.
And then you smile, and the thought vanishes.
--/--/----/--/--
Weeks had passed. As they often do.
You don’t know how much he dreams of you, how vividly he imagines your body entwined with his, your skin marked pink and red by his hands and teeth. His species is not supposed to wait this long. When a mate is found, they are fought for if needed, and promptly claimed.
You don’t know how often he fights the urge to pull you closer and claim you fully, to make you his in every way that matters. Hear his name screamed from your swollen bitten lips in the throes ecstasy. Feel your small human hands on his neck gills, holding on for dear life as he ruts into you. He would take you again and again. However many times it took for his seed to take root.
And yet, you trust him.
That trust is a tether. It binds him to you like a knotweed, forces him to confront the depths of his restraint. You have become the spinning central axis of his world, the pull that keeps him grounded even as his instincts spin out of control and scream for release.
For now, he waits.
He watches you now, his scale glinting a silent promise in your hair as you twirl your braid carelessly. The ledger forgotten as you pour tea. It's only a matter of time really. Mostly inevitable things are.
When the moment comes, when the rituals of your world finally give way to the primal currents of his, there will be no hesitation.
You will be his. Completely. Irrevocably.
And he will make sure you understand exactly what that entails.
--/--/----/--/--
The low lapping rumble of waves crashing against the shoreline brings a cool salty brine to Steb’s nostrils. His ears twitch as he tilts his head towards you. His dapper outfit consisting of a tailored vest, shirt and slacks betraying that he's off duty. This is another one of these human dates. Not that he minds. He quite enjoys your company and hopes to enjoy your quiet laughter and smile. Perhaps taste your lips.
You smile and lead him by the hand to a bench overlooking the pier. The vista is one of power - waves crashing down onto the shoreline threatening to swallow up Piltover itself each time, before slowly retreating.
The sound of your breath, shallow and uneven, cutting through the roar of water like a blade. The flicker of your pulse beneath the thin skin of your throat, hammering out a rhythm that matches the frantic drumbeat inside his chest. The scent of you, warm and human and maddening, filling his lungs like smoke. He is choking. Suffocating on you. His gills flutter as if that would help. It doesn't.
Suddenly you are sitting too close.
Your hand rests on his arm, your fingers tracing patterns he cannot understand - his ears twitching as if to steady himself , and the warmth of your touch is unbearable. The light from tthe dying sunset casts ripples across your skin, illuminating the soft curve of your jaw, the hollow of your collarbone and your plunging neckline offering a suggestion of soft breasts - so inviting, the soft lines of your body where it presses against his.
He has studied you long enough to know every detail by heart.
But tonight, knowing isn’t enough.
You tilt your head to look at him, your eyes catching the light in a way that makes his breah hitch. Constellations of freckles slot instinct into place like a finely tuned mechanism.
“Steb...” you say, your voice soft. “What are you thinking? You look so dour.”
He doesn’t answer. He can’t.
How could he explain that his thoughts are not words? That they are violent heartbeats?
You are a sharp living blade, cutting against his neurons blinding hot. You have made home in the cold antiseptic confines of his piscine mind. A fractured cut fault line filled with vivid hopes - you pliant and yielding and panting and moaning his name so beautifully under him. You. Your shallow gasps like gunfire against his chest. You. His against all odds. The war and the world and the myriad of complications he would overcome without hesitation if only he could have you as his mate.
But those are just fantasies.
Instead, he stares at you, his silence stretching taut. His gills flare, their golden lights pulsing erratically.
And then you smile.
Steb moves and stands, sudden and fluid, and before you can move back, his hand - strong grip and scaled, cold , it closes around your wrist. Not harsh, not painful, but unmovable, a force inevitable. You can feel the faint texture of his scaled fingers, the barely perceptible press of knuckles against your skin.
"Steb!" you start, your voice catching in your throat.
He doesn’t speak. Of course, he doesn’t. His eyes - too relaxed and too steady, fix on yours with sudden ferocity - and change that sends a cold spike of something sharp and unfamiliar through your chest. A primal fear. Something as old as time telling you to fucking run. Run now.
And then, without warning, he pulls.
You stumble forward, unbalanced, your breath hitching as you collide with him. His body is cool against yours, unnervingly solid. You can feel the faint shift of muscle beneath, the unearthly strength coiled within him. “Steb wha...” you say again, your voice sharper this time, tinged with a nervous laugh. “What...”
Before you can react, he lifts you effortlessly, his muscular arms locking around you. There’s no violence in his grip, no malice, only unyielding determination. He is simply a conduit of the inevitable in this moment.
“Put me down!!!!” Panic edges into your voice now, but he ignores it, doesn’t even glance at you as he strides toward the edge of the pier.
The sea stretches out before you, dark and vast and turbulent, its surface churning black restlessly beneath the storm heavy sky, groaning with dark clouds that kiss the tips of giant cresting waves.
“Steb, stop! The fuck!! ” Your voice rises, trembling with fear. “What are you...”
The words die in your throat as he steps off the pier, plunging you both into the water.
--EPILOGUE--
Dear reader.
To be truly loved is to be dissected.
One must endure a violence so intricate it borders on artless artifice- a kiss or a scalpel masquerading as your salvation. Steb's affection a vivisection performed under the cold blue fluorescent lights of his unblinking gaze. A cold metal table against your back - or perhaps his long trailing fingers. You are no longer sure.
It would be easy to frame his love as monstrous, but then is human love not a monstrous thing ? We only think it not because we live in a society where our instinct is celebrated in song and word, idealised and cherished.
Can you bring yourself to cherish and celebrate his instinct ? His rituals that are simply incompatible with human ideas of consent ?
There is no moral here. Only the image of you as you were at the end of this chapter. Drowning, breathless, gazing up at the cold, merciless cruel beauty of his eyes- the abyss that had swallowed you whole.
You two surely met like,when you two were cadets,he just graduated from School and you too but whatever lead you there,you ended Up meeting him
He is a man of little to no words as we all saw in the show so,you have to do the first step,you two surely been in the same like besides the other one,so you make a comment to him.
You:i hope (chief/name) doesn't make us clean again the training yard floor,could you believe It? Twice in a day
Steb:...i Hope not
The vastaya Who was besides you was quite tall,with hard,looking skin but soft at the same time and also Big blue eyes.You wanted to talked with him for a while now,but never find the time to do it,now,that your chief was making clear (again) the rules,etc,etc.you thouugh:this is boring,maybe he is bored too,this is a great time to Talk to him...in front of the chief...while he's talking...yay...
You were about to say something,when suddenly,your name was heard in the whole training yard
(chief/name): Y/N L/N ( last name) YOU WILL BE THE ONE CLEANING THIS YARD CORNER TO CORNER IF I HEAR YOU TALKING ONCE MORE!
everyone was quiet,except for you,but...he was laughing,quietly,or at least you heard a chuckle.
You:told ya
Steb:let's talk later and not about cleaning yards ok?
After you two met properly,you two make training together,eat together,do everything together,even if you have to do teams for training guess who's Steb joining with?,i'll give you one chance
At first,i headcanon that he was like cait,a good shooter,but if you are not or need hell with this,he will help! No doubts about it
Just imagine him,steping behind you,holding your hands in postion,telling you how to look through the sight right in your ear,and then...you failling the shoot.
You:i guess i'll need more classes
You do EVERYTHING together,even your roomates (i don't know how you call your partners in the army which you share room) ask you Why you're always with him and even if he is your boyfriend.
On the other hand,Steb has to deal with soooo much teasing in his room "is she a hook up??"," is she your girlfriend??"
For fucks sake,poor steb
After you two clarified their doubts,everyone is dissapointed,they wanted to see you two together who wouldnt is the real question
After you two graduate and get in real missions,Steb makes sure to stay as close as he can next to you,he wants to protect you and doesn't want to see something happening to you.
Even asking cait (when she is Commander) when you have a risky mission,if he can be instead of you (-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩)
You,Steb,vi,Maddie,cait and loris make the peanut team (if ykyk)
He asks you to take care,but you always say that you are risky,because you have always someone to take care of you,literally and metaphorically. (As far as i know,Steb is a field doctor so,yk)
It's all about you and him,talking care of each other,making sure you know where the other one is all the time and always have the last billete for the other one ;)
When you started dating and you two still were enforcers this wouldn't change,as far as we expect
Just him,being besides you in every mission,taking care of your injuries (if you have any) and viceversa
If you two are living in different houses,he Will definetly Will walk you to your House such a gentleman oh my gosh
You protest sometimes staying that you can take care of yourself or even that you can walk HIM home
But he denies,he just likes the walk,and being with you ;)
If you two live together,that's a different story
You two go together to you shared House/department and finally find peace (i headcanon that he is allergic to animal fur so he wouldn't have any pet)
You two are in home,maybe you reading while he cleans his uniform,meanwhile the fire warms you two,talking about your Life and how do you expect the future,YOUR future together.
He will clean (without telling you) both of your uniforms,and making everything ready to the Next day at work.
I just now that he is so husband material and he wouldn't change you or anything on his life for anything.He thinks it's perfect just the way it is 🫐
YOOOO it's kinda late (what hour it's in your country?) but now i'm so tired,but i wanted to write this (maybe i'll post it tomorrow)
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