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“Let me show you” loki x fem!reader

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎-pure filthy smut, creampies, praise plus pain kink. Slight sir kink. Slapping, pet names, p in v, enemies to lovers, slight angst, cum eating Sigh

Today was a hard day, you had a mission that didn’t end up well because you and loki got in a fight on who’s plan was better which helped hydra sneak up on you two. So here you two were getting an stupid ass lecture from tony.

“Don’t you get how much trouble you two caused, you need to get your shit together and stop fucking bickering. When your on a team you work and come up with a plan TOGETHER!” Tony yelled the last part anger clearly shown on his face.

You rolled your eyes and looked at Loki, his eyes caught yours and you furrowed your eyebrows while he gave you the most shitty smirk ever. “Ah, im very sorry we will fix this as soon as were at the tower, im sure y/n here would be obliged to fix it instead of acting like a blipping idiot” he stared at tony than at you.

“Im the fucking idiot! Yeah right you cant even let me finished a sentence without talking over me if any one is an idiot it’s you!” You scream and threw you hangs in there when he standed up. “Look here darling you got two things wrong one is that i am actually 1,070 years old and two your the idiot here you dont even use that human little brain you have-“

“Enough! Your both acting like kids i don’t want another word out of you or im kicking you out of the jet you understand?”

The ride to the tower was quiet and you kept fiddling with your finger avoiding eye contact with the “god” in front of you. When you did arrive tony told you guys to sort out your problem’s and stop causing havoc for the team with your nonsense bickering. The team was out on a team dinner, you and Loki weren’t invited for messing up the mission. So here you were cooking a meal for the two of you. Loki looked over you shoulder every once in a while. “When is it going to be done im bloody starving!” He rumbled at the counter leaning over. Rolling your eyes your turned around “its almost done ok why don’t you just shut up and wait” he scoffed and walked away.

Dinner was finally done, the smell filled your nose making you smile. It was one of your favorite dishes and you knew it tasted delicious. In fact you would have been a chef if you had no powers and were “normal”. “Loki get your ass down here dinner is done!”

As you set the table Loki came down, looking over at him you swore you never saw him better. He was wearing grey sweats with a tight white shirt his hair damp while he was drying it off his arm’s flexing. “Are you gonna stare all day darling” he chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

“This is delicious, gosh you should have told me sooner you knew how to cook!” He scarfed down his food. Scoffing you looked up at him smiling “well you never asked just assumed i was bad at everything..” you softly spoke.

He looked back up at you “i never said you were bad at everything y/n.” He grabbed your hand.

“Look i know i can be a ass sometimes, but your a good person and im sorry i treat you like shit.” He rubbed your palm with his thumb.

You pulled your hand away and bite your cheek. You would never admit but you liked him a lot, to the point you had so much pent up tension causing you two to fight. “Yeah.. right” you looked down at the floor. He smirked “ why don’t i show you how good of a person like you should be treated”he bite his lower lip. You look up at him immediately “And how do you supposed you would do that?” You whisper in her ear leaning over the table. He groaned “just let me show you, yeah?” You softly nodded and in a mater of seconds you were on his shoulder being dragged to his room. He threw you on the bed and crawled on top of you kissing and sucking whatever skin he could making you softly moan and feel yourself get even more wet. “Fuck, do you know how long I’ve dreamed of this? How many times i came to the thought of you princess” he groaned in your ear. “You make me feel so fucking hard and filthy. You moan a d his confession and rubbed your core against his knee desperate for any type of friction. He grab ed your him stopping your movements. “Tsk none of that princess gotta tell me what you want ok?” He looked down at you which you simply nodded. He softly slapped you “words darling”

“Yes sir” he groaned at your response and slowly undressed you. “What do you want princess?” His hand dipped lower softly rubbing around your abdomen teasing you. “Fuck, please touch me needa feel you” he kept his movements im the same place. “I am touching you” he smirked. He wanted you to beg and you knee that you would as long as you got to cum you would do anything for him. “Fuck please just fuck me make me cum all over you please me like you said you would or are you just a liar!” He slapped your clit causing you to jump. “Fuck there she is my feisty little pet, ill make you fucking cum so hard you wont be able to do it yourself” he lowered starting fingering you hitting the spot you needed him. Breathless moans came out your mouth. “Mmm just like that, let me hear you” he groaned and lowered down to suck on your clit. Already on the edge you knew you were close almost embarrassed how fast he is going to make you cum. “Loki! Fuck gonna cum” you scream he only licked faster. “Go ahead darling cum all over my fingers let me taste you.” When your high washed over you he licked up every last drop. Slowly he sat up using his magic to dispose of his clothes.

“Ima fuck you now ok? Get on your hands and knees” he moaned while fisting himself. When you caught a glance of his member you felt scared and worried it wouldn’t fit. He was long and thick, yes he wasn’t human but you knew it would hurt. “Don’t worry ill go slow at first ok?” You nodded and flipped over on your hands and knees. He rubbed his cock over your hole covering it in your juices before slowly pushing in. It felt like hours before he was all in and you swore you felt him in your belly. After a min you finally adjust and thrusted back into him. “Fuck you feel jus’t like heave’n” he moaned i to your ear before slowly thrusting into you making sure to hit your spot every time making you moan his name.

“So’ goo’d! Harder please fuck!” He complied and fucked into you at a rough pace skin slapping surrounding the room.

He slapped your ass so many time sit stung. “Fuck gonna cum soon can you hold in for me” he could feel the way your pussy was clenching him and knew you were close. You mumbled yes and he rubbed your clit. “Fuck gonna cum inside you on the pill!” He moaned loudly! You moaned yes in response and you both came in pure bliss.

After awhile he slowly pulled out and spread your lips apart to watch both your guys cum spill out. He cleaned you both up and you guys cuddled. “Y/n i met what i said earlier.. your a really good person and i made so many mistakes in my life but. I like you a lot” he was almost crying. You pulled him in a kiss “ i like you to Loki”

“We’ll finally they fucked each-other” Thor howled while the rest of the team laugh.

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“Let me show you” loki x fem!reader

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎-pure filthy smut, creampies, praise plus pain kink. Slight sir kink. Slapping, pet names, p in v, enemies to lovers, slight angst, cum eating Sigh

“Enough! Your both acting like kids i don’t want another word out of you or im kicking you out of the jet you understand?”

He looked back up at you “i never said you were bad at everything y/n.” He grabbed your hand.

“Look i know i can be a ass sometimes, but your a good person and im sorry i treat you like shit.” He rubbed your palm with his thumb.

“So’ goo’d! Harder please fuck!” He complied and fucked into you at a rough pace skin slapping surrounding the room.

“We’ll finally they fucked each-other” Thor howled while the rest of the team laugh.

#loki laufeyson #loki x female reader #loki x f!reader #loki smut #smut #loki fanfction

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0fucsgiveon · 1 year

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𝓐 𝓣𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓞𝓯 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎!- choking, possessive behavior, billy!russo x fem!reader, dark!Billy Russo. Knife play, daddy kink, spanking, guns and knifes, murder, drugs and alchol, (Dom sub dynamics) stalking, overstimulation, squirting, slapping, rough topics. Toxicity (let me know if i miss anything!) not proofread

18+ 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝘿𝙊𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏

Y/n was a women of power whatever she wanted she got. She was the leader of one of the most top gangs in new york which only consists of women. Though one thing was for sure she despised men they were the annoying fly that she tried to get rid of but they kept comming. That all changed when she decided to make an alliance with the one and only Billy

You took a deep breath the smell of gun powder and smoke filled you nose. The smell was all but familiar it made your heart skip a beat and walk with more force. As you walked along many workers bowed down to you. You loved power the one thing you never had as a little girl and you couldn’t help the smirk that spread across your face. A girl with short red hair and glasses that sat on her nose perfectly, spoke as she fiddled with the pen in her suit. “Mrs, i’m sorry to bother you. But your appointment arrived early and he asked if you could hurry up”

“Ah i see” you spoke softly and looked at the girl who was shaking. “Good job, go ahead and take a break i know its a little scary, and remember he can’t and wont do anything as long as im here”

The girl smiled and nodded as she walked away and sat on a nerby couch.

You slowly walked up the stairs carefully listening to the small sounds of heavy feat walking around the room. As you reached the door you slowly opened the door and locked it behind you. Slowly turning to see a guy with rugged clothes and buzzed hair, he had cuts on his face and deep brown eyes that were trailing down your body and up to your face. You stared blankly at him for awhile than slowly sat down on a leather chair crossing your legs. He looked down at your thighs that the slant on your dress exposed to his feasting eyes . “You know were here for business and i don’t like to have my time wasted. Scar face” you spoke with venom as you stared him in the eyes. Billy’s eyebrows furrowed and he walked towards you with a low chuckle. “Listen, sweetheart I’m not here to waste my time either” he turned around and sat down spreading his legs and leaning back.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes before looking back at him. “Before we get down to business i want you to know i hate men and the only reason im talking to you right now is because you have stuff i need and i have stuff you need”

“Trust me princess ive heard all about your hate towards men and how you had such a fucked up life with your poor dad-“ you threw a knife right at the wall it barley touching his face as you walked over to him placing both of your hands on the arm of his chair. “You have no right to talk about him you understand”

Billy just smirked and pulled you closer by the chin with his hand. “Don’t worry princess im not here to hurt you or talk about your shitty life” his voice was stern but spoke with a hint of calmness. That made your heart race and feel your cheek’s turn hot. You both sat there in quiet for a moment before you pulled away and sat down pouring a glass of 1980 rose wine. You looked at him intensely before taking a sip and getting back to the discussion.

The meeting was faster than you thought and billy was more agreeable and not as indecisive as people made him out be.

“See you later sweetheart” he playfully winked and walked out which caused you to roll your eye’s.

A few months went by everything was going smoothly. Billy has moved his crew in your hideout, so you seen him a lot more. You would be lying if you actually didn’t appreciate his presence. He would often talk about his past life, which you related too. But he mostly talked about his “psychologist girlfriend”. You didnt like her and practically wanted to rip her head off. Which led you to this situation right now. You forced yourself to look down at the broken window where her hopeless body laid. She tried to kill you so you fought back which led to her bleeding out on the sidewalk surrounded by random people. You felt your heart thump and blood drip down your face to your eyebrow.

You looked over to see billy with a blank expression than down at the body than back at you. You back up and ran to find your gun. Slowly you crept to the door. “WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU! AFTER ALL I DONE YOU DO THIS. YOUR FUCKING BITCH” billy kicked the door open and when he was about to turn a corner you knocked him down. “Heh, im the bitch shes the one who fucking started it! I did you a favor! She was sleeping with other guys billy!” You shouted. “Your a fucking liar” he flipped you over and onto the floor. “Hmft, i caught her in the act and was about to call you but she attacked me, his fucking clothes are over there.” He slowly let go of you to turn and look where an unfamiliar man’s clothes were.

You slowly got up and wiped your eyebrow and the two slashes on your face one on the left cheek and the other on the right corner of your forehead. Billy slowly got up and turned to face you. You stared at him for a second before he ran and put his hands around your throat enough to hurt but not to remove the air from your lungs. He looked into your eyes than at your lips. “Come on bill, are you going to kill me” you smiled before you raised a knife to his throat. “Now why would i do that sweetheart” he slowly leaned in your lips inches apart and the knife slowly creating an almost scratch mark. “Bill-“ he kissed you before you could finish and you slowly let go of the knife before wrapping your arms around his neck. His grip losened on your throat. Sirens were heard and you both stopped before you walked out with billy right on your track.

When you reached the car you started the engine and sped off. The whole ride was silent. “So your just not going to talk” his voice spoke gently. You cleared your throat “theres nothing to talk about.” You pressed the gas peddle going at 90 now. “Sweetheart, i know your lying” he glared at you.

“Look, I don’t got time for this billy” you glared at him. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Fuck if your going to act like this than stop the car.” You slammed the breaks and looked at him. “Just get the fuck out okay.” He scoffed and open the door slamming it behind him.

One thing was for sure you would never tell him was you were the girl he used to play with the girl with the shitty pedophile of a dad. You slammed you head against you seat speeding to the hideout.

It had been two weeks since the fight you guys had. You hadn’t heard or seen from him since than. You played with your knife examining it, tracing over the edges with your finger tip. Slowly you sat up placing the knife in a secret compartment. Walking out of the room your heels clicking against the wooden floor in the quiet house. Making your way to the kitchen you took out glass of red wine. You looked at the corner of your eye, he was there just staring at you blankly. In his tight black demin jeans with a tight black shirt to match. What you wouldnt do to rip it right of him and leave marks all over his body. His grunt caught your attention and your turned over to look at him than look away.

Not bothering to give him the time of day you walked right past him sitting down crossing your legs. “ah, i see your still mad at me sweetheart” his voice rang in your ears like a soft melody you haven’t listen to in awhile. Ignoring him you took a sip, finally turning to look at him he was already in front of you looking down at you. You slowly looked up. “What are you doing here this late billy. What do you want?” Your voice sounded cruel, you saw the way his jaw clench and he took a deep breath. “ i -i came to say sorry, fuck y/n im so fucking sorry ive been tryna call you but you changed your number so ive been keeping my eye on you..” his confession was quiet but it was loud an clear. Weirdly it made your heart skip a beat at his confession. Normal girls would run away gag and be scared or disgusted that they were being “stalked”. But you weren’t normal far from it. You felt your cheeks get hot and listen to billy mumble for words. “And i just want to be with you. I want to so fucking much y/n” hearing enough you pulled him by the shirt standing up and kissing his lips with so much passion and fire he almost fell over. Slowly he kissed you back moving the stool to push you into the counter.

Your hand went to the back of his neck scratching softly making him groan in response. He pulled your hair to make your mouth open so he could slide his tongue in. You could feel yourself getting wet and your belly make flips. As well as billys hard on. He could hardly take it anymore his jeans becoming to tight. At that moment his hands were touching everywhere. “Fuck i cant take it anymore i need to touch you feel you.. taste you, it’s driving me fucking insane” billy felt like a teenage boy wanting to fuck you right there. He lifted you up and put you on his shoulder dragging you to your room. You laughed at his eagerness with made him slap your ass a few times shutting you up.

He threw you on the bed and just looked at you. You looked so beautiful swollen lips and soft red marks on your neck. Your dress rolled above your plush soft thighs. “Your so fucking beautiful y/n” he rasped and kissed you softly while slowly taking off your dress. you moaned when you felt his knee between your legs grinding against it your core soaking his pants because you forgot to wear underwear.” Billy fuck i cant take it any more.. please do something please” you became a pleading mess not even remembering your self anymore while lust clouded your judgement. Billy laughed above you. Finally finished getting you all naked and bare for his eyes to see. You felt a little insecure hiding your self from his hungry eyes. He make a type of growl sound and lifted your wrists above your head. “ tsk tsk, none of that now i want to see all of this body all of it for me and its so fucking gorgeous so stop hiding it” it felt more of a command than a compliment and a whimper came out of you. “ shh Dont worry daddy will take care of you” he hummed while tying your wrist together with the rope of your dress. You would be mad that he ruined your dress but that was for later.

“Billy please just fuck me now i cant take it anymore” he grabbed your throat and bit your lip making it bleed into his mouth. You whined at the pain but it felt so good. “Thats not my name sweetheart, i only pleasure good girls and you haven’t been so good lately” he softly kisses around your nipples almost feathered like to the point you could barley feel it. He was making you angry with all his teasing and he was doing it on purpose and you knew it. “Bill- Daddy fuck i cant take i need you so fucking bad right just look how wet you made me, i cant take it anymore your the only one that can please me~” your voice was soft full of a seductive tone that made Billy’s ears pick up. “Since you asked so nicely ill give it to you, but you have to follow my rules” he whispered in your ears. You nodded eagerly agreeing to whatever he said.

He slowly kissed down to your thighs leaving bite marks sometimes along the way making you squirm. He slapped your face making you cry a little while he shook his head. You looked in his eyes catching the warning trying to stay as still as possible. He licked. Down your thighs so close to the place you needed him the most.

You where whining for him to lick there. When he finally did a low moan came from him. “So fucking sweet and all fucking mine.” He grumbled while sucking on your clit and prodding your entrance with his fingers. Moans left your lips he was skillful with his actions hitting spots your fingers couldn’t reach licking you like his life depended on it. You felt like you were in heaven. But you couldn’t keep your thighs open no matter how hard you tried. “Fuck daddy t’s too much” you kept squirming. “ mmm i know baby but you got to be still daddy can do something for you but it might hurt okay” he was asking for your consent which you gladly agreed to. He pulled a knife from a nearby desk staring up at you. “All you got to do i keep these pretty thighs open and then you wont get cut, ok princess” he whispered in your ear and nibbled slightly. You moaned in response pleasing billy. He slid down slowly and trace the knife around your nipples. The touch foreign but pleasurable, it felt like a scratch but it didn’t hurt. Slowly he dragged it down to your thighs careful to put light pressure.

When he reached you sweet spot he started his work again giving you beyond pleasure you could imagine. The knife only slightly touching you thigh. Your moans were more than audible and the room was filled with slurp noises. You trued you best to keep you thighs apart and felt your high approaching. “Daddy! Fuck imm gonn-na cum” you almost screamed. Billy moaned in response and continued. Your high washed over you but he never slowed his pace. Making you over sensitive. “Fu- stop it cant take no more” you almost cried. “Just one more baby ok, have to make sure your all prepped and wet” after what seemed like decades you came three times already sore from his torment. He threw the knife aside and came up to kiss you. Your juices still on his lips. You moaned and kissed him back. He rest his head against yours and pulled your thighs around his waist thrusting all of him into you in one push. His eyes rolled back and a low groan came out making you feel butterfly’s.

“Fuck your so tight, made just for me huh,” he slapped your cheek and harshly thrusted up into you. Making you let out a loud mewl. “All for you, fuck fell ssso good” tears were running down your cheeks. And billy started thrusting into you at a fast pace that hit your sweet spot over and over. He whispered dirty words in your ears and looked down at you. He wrapped his hand around your throat still setting a brutal pace. “Fuck look at me. Mmm want to see me little whore all for me!” He felt you clenched at those words and sped up and moved his fingers to your clit. “You like that huh? Being my little whore” he slapped you and you moaned loudly. “Mmgh yess all your daddy. Your little whore.. gonna cum!!” You started shaking feeling an unfamiliar feeling.

“Its ok cum let me feel your juices” he kissed you as you came feeling a flush if juices come out. “Fuck look at that made you squirt so fucking hot” he groaned and released inside of you. You shared a passionate kiss. Flipping you guys over now you on top. Still inside you rolled you hips against him. “Fuck you look so pretty like that baby girl” he grabbed your hims and made you move slowly. “Billy ngh, i need to tell you something.” You stared down at hime while you slowly moved up and down bitting your lips. “Ok baby tell me” he leaned up so now your guys were impossibly close while he sucked on your neck leaving marks. You moaned softly. “ im.. im the girl.. who played with you as a child..” you whispers. He immediately looked up at you staring you in the eyes as he pulled you closes thrusting up into you at such a fast pace your nipples bounced in his face. You moaned loudly as he flipped you over kissing you everywhere. Your face scrunched up in pleasure trying to form words. “Shh. I know your her, i knew for a long time but fuck been waiting for you to say it. Ima give you my kids yeah? Were gonna have a fucking happy family ok?” He moaned in your ears and you just nodded in reply.

“Gonna fill you up now okay?” He started rubbing your clit bringing you over the edge as you saw stars as you both cummed together. He stilled for a moment looking in your eyes. He looked sad and you pulled him in for a hug. “ I’ve done some bad things y/n..” he whispered.

“So have i billy, but that doesn’t matter ok?”

He hummed in response and gave you a soft kiss.

“I love you y/n… i always will” your heart skipped a beat at the confession and your cried a little. His brow scrunched up in worry. And you softly laughed.

“I love you to billy, and i always will”

You both cuddled and enjoyed each others embrace.

You felt safe a feeling that was hardly recognizable.

But one thing was for sure is that your love for each-other was a burning passion with a touch of fire.

#billy russo x female reader #billy russo fic #billy russo smut #dark smut #smut #the punisher #billy russo #ben barnes #ben barnes smut

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“There’s no Hogwarts without you, Hagrid.”

R.I.P. Robbie Coltrane (March 30, 1950 - October 14, 2022)

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“you can’t spell necromancer without romance”

undead!Chrissy x vampire Kas!Eddie 🪦 🦇

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“you can’t spell necromancer without romance”

undead!Chrissy x vampire Kas!Eddie 🪦 🦇

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Beautifully done

King Steve (Boxer!Steve x AFAB!Librarian Reader)

Just what life would be like if Boxer!Steve fell in love with Librarian!Reader and treated her like his little princess. Uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

(Warnings: possessive behavior, rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, violence.)

Read Pt 2 here!

Steve Harrington was known as King Steve in high school. He was always the funniest, handsomest, most popular guy around. Everyone adored him.

But after high school, when the rest of his peers went off to college, Steve started boxing. It was just a way to get fit at first, something to blow off steam and take his mind off the fact that he couldn't get into any of the colleges he wanted to. His father was disappointed in him, his mother couldn't bother to care about him, and he just wanted to be something.

Steve was insanely good at it. The controlled violence enthralled him. Punching and getting punched back and having no consequences other than a throbbing black eye and busted cheekbone. But the bruises and the scars and the blood were all just proof that Steve had done something, and that he had done it well.

King Steve was no longer his high school nickname —it was his professional persona.

You met him at a party that your friend insisted you accompany her to. You were miserable within the first twenty minutes, sulking off to a corner to nurse a root-beer and play with the buttons on your cardigan. The music was loud and the people were strangers, and your friend had disappeared with a guy the moment you stepped foot in the house. So, there you were, all alone.

Until Steve spotted you from across the room. He was talking to some old buddies from high school, people he barely saw anymore but hung out with when he was in town and had nothing better to do. You were so cute with your little ponytail and thick green glasses shaped like cat eyes. In a sea of short-shorts and crop tops, you were wearing a buttoned up cardigan and tight little jeans.

And fuck were you beautiful.

Steve left mid-conversation to head your way, flopping down beside you on the couch.

"Not having fun?" he asked you.

You looked up at him. Of course, you knew who Steve Harrington was. He was a few years your senior so you hadn't known each other in high school, but you did know him from the headlines in the paper —he had made your tiny town of Hawkins, Indiana famous with his solid right hook.

"Not really," you sheepishly admitted.

"Wanna get outta here, get some food? The music is loud, it's givin' me a headache."

Who were you to turn him down?

He took you to a pizza parlor down the street and you ate greasy cheese pizza in a red plastic booth, giggling together between bites. When you gave him your number, you hadn't really expected him to call; it was almost too good to be true, that someone has handsome and famous as Steve could want to be with someone like you.

But he called the next morning and insisted that you go out on a date. So, you did.

Now, you were inseparable. You had been dating for a year and you felt like he was your best friend. You did everything together: movies, dinners, press conferences, matches, practices. Steve wanted you by his side at all times, and if you physically couldn't be, then he insisted that you be seated in the front row where he could see you.

"Hey, I want Y/N sitting up front tonight," Steve told his manager, hand wrapped around yours as you headed down the tunnel toward his dressing room for the night.

He had a match in Chicago, and where Steve went, you went. You still kept your job at the library back in Hawkins, but you didn't work much. You were adamant about keeping your job, though Steve assured you he could provide for you both just fine. And while that proved to be true (he showered you with gifts and unnecessary things, even bought you a house you two shared together in Hawkins) you just weren't ready to become a housewife...not yet, anyways.

"Dude, come on," his manager groaned, shaking his head, "there's a big time client coming to scope you out tonight. He wants to make sure you're legit before they sign on for a fight."

Steve stopped, shoes squeaking against the floor. You jerked to a stop with him, looking up to scan his features. His jaw was tight, brown eyes narrowed, lips in a firm line.

"You got a fuckin' problem? If I said I want my girl front row, then she sits front row."

His manager sighed, glancing over at you momentarily before looking back at Steve.

"Alright, man. You're the boss."

His manager went to walk off, but Steve snapped his fingers.

"Uh-uh. Hey, you owe my girl an apology for questioning her importance."

You flushed bright pink, squirming next to Steve in your little pink dress.

"No, Stevie, it's okay—"

"It's not okay, baby. Apologize. Now."

His manager was as red as a tomato when his gaze slid to you.

"I'm sorry, Y/N."

Steve nodded once in approval and let your hand go to wrap his arm around your shoulders. He pressed a kiss to your temple.

"You forgive him, right, honey?"

You nodded immediately, flashing his manager a sweet smile.

"Yes."

Steve smiled brilliantly and smacked his gum.

"Good. Let's go."

You frequently went out to fancy restaurants to celebrate his victories. The whole gang of coaches, managers (his posse), you, and Steve all sat at the best table in the restaurant and ate the best dishes on the menu. Steve kept you close at all times, pulling your chair to sit flush against his, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, fancy watch dangling at your shoulder around his wrist.

You wore a gold necklace with his name in a pretty font: Steve. You wore it proudly and happily.

Steve wasn't much of a talker, which you came to learn a few months into your relationship. He became particularly quiet right before and after matches, no matter the outcome —he liked to keep his concentration, and after a match, he was always sporting a headache. They were chronic at this point, the consequence of frequent head trauma. He often wore a pair of black sunglasses to combat them, even when he was inside.

He spoke the most late night in bed when you stayed up and whispered between the sheets, or when he was rutting into you calling you his "pretty girl."

But at dinners like these he was quiet and broody, hiding behind his sunglasses. You were looking over the menu, scanning the entrees and appetizers for the best option when the waiter came over.

"And for you, miss?" The waiter looked at you.

You peeked over the menu, smiling at him.

"Oh, I'm still looking," you said sweetly.

Steve stared the waiter down through his blackened shades as he stood there, waiting. Steve pulled the sunglasses down his nose and tossed them on the table in front of him.

"The fuck are you lookin' at?" he barked at the man.

You blushed pink, putting a hand on his leg.

"She said she's still looking, so fuck off," Steve snapped, waving the waiter off.

The waiter skittered away nervously, and you sighed when he was gone.

"Stevie, you didn't have to do that. He was just doing his job," you murmured.

You turned back to the menu with a small pout, and Steve's hand darted out to wrap around your chin, pulling your gaze back to him. His brown eyes were rimmed with red from the fight, the left swollen and haloed with violet. There was a cut on his lip, split at the side from the fist of his opponent. His cheekbone was still sporting a bruise from last week, a faded green and yellow.

"You know I love you, angel. I hate when anyone else looks at you. You're all mine, you know that?"

You flushed again, nodding.

"I know."

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and leaned forward, movements slow and meticulous and slightly strained from the pain in his neck. He pressed his mouth against yours and licked into your mouth, fingers splayed out across your jaw to hold you in place. You gripped the hem of his t-shirt under the table in your fists, whimpering into his mouth. He pulled away and flashed you a sly, sideways smile.

"My pretty girl," he cooed.

You ordered the spaghetti and a creme brûlée for dessert, and you insisted that you split it with Steve, even though he said he didn't want any.

"Open up," you sang sweetly, bringing the spoon up to his face.

He looked away from the man he was talking to across the table and opened his mouth wordlessly, letting you push the spoon into his mouth and place the dessert on his tongue. You giggled and swiped your thumb along his lip delicately, careful of his cut, brushing away any remnants.

He flashed you a wink with his bruised eye and rubbed his hand along your bare thigh.

"Thanks, baby. So, anyways, I told him that he couldn't fight worth a' shit, and then he—"

Sometimes he can be possessive protective but that's only because he loves you with every fiber of his being, and he can't stand the idea of you getting hurt. You gladly let him be the protector, even if you don't agree with all of his methods.

Like that time you were buying a new pair of shoes for a night out, and you handed the money over to the cashier nicely and politely. When he gave you your change back, he tossed it on the counter and sent coins everywhere, causing Steve to hover over your shoulder and press closer to the counter, pulling his sunglasses to rest on the bridge of his nose. His dark eyes were stern and serious as he glared at the cashier.

"Hey. Hand it to her nicely, what are you a fuckin' moron?"

The cashier swallows and picks all the coins and bills up, arranging them neatly until they're sitting delicately in the palm of your hand. Steve pushes his sunglasses back up and smacks his gum, hand placed firmly at the small of your back.

"C'mon, angel."

To everyone else, Steve was a scary guy. He beat the shit out of people for a living and actually enjoyed getting beat back. He walked with squared, broad shoulders and long strides, commanding every room he walked into with his silent brood. He was a little dead behind the eyes, those brown irises blank and intense. And there you were, at his side, holding his hand in your colorful little dresses, with your floral perfume and glossy lips; his brilliant, bubbly, sickeningly sweet better half.

Something about Steve's personality made it hard for him to let go of control. While you didn't want to say he was controlling, you could definitely see why people thought that.

"Hey. No more," he would say firmly, leaning over and tapping your bare thigh when you reached to pour yourself more champagne at one of your fancy dinners.

You pout at him as you set it down.

"But, I've only had two—"

"And it'll stay at two. No more."

He goes back to talking to his friend, who glances at you wearily, embarrassed for you at the little scene, but otherwise says nothing. And you huff and sit back with a pout but don't bother to argue, but after a while Steve glances at you and rolls his eyes.

"Hey, I'm sorry. You gonna pout all night?"

You shrug, playing with your utensils.

"Maybe."

He huffs and leans over, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. He grabs your chin and pulls it toward him, pressing another kiss to your lips.

"M'sorry, honey. I'll make it up to you, okay?"

And fucking hell does he make it up to you. Railing you in the back of the limo on the way home, banging you into the leather seats with low-throated grunts and a hand around your throat. The windows start fogging up and you're sliding all over the place, nothing but tiny squeaks leaving you as he slams into you so deep and hard that it shakes the car.

He automatically opens jars and bottles for you, taking them from whoever had been holding it out to you and popping it open before handing it back. He opens your doors and pulls out your chairs. He ushers you to the other side of the pavement when you're walking near a busy road, and never walks ahead of you.

You come to every practice, hand in hand as you enter the gym. He sets you up with snacks and a water bottle, and you always bring a magazine in case things run long. Steve sits you on a workout bench across from the ring as he sheds his t-shirt and tapes his hands up.

"Wanna do it, baby?" he mumbles to you, holding out the roll of tape.

You eagerly take it from him, unraveling it slowly around his knuckles and between his fingers the way you've seen him do a million times. When both his hands are taped up, you slide the thick gloves over his hands and tie them tight. He places the big, puffy gloved fist under your chin and kicks it up until you meet his eye.

"Gimme a kiss."

So you kiss him, sweet and slow and lovingly. He grunts in appreciation and then frowns when you pull away, giggling. His lips smell like cherry now from your chapstick.

"Go! They're waiting for you," you insist, giving him a little shove.

He pulls away and looks over his shoulder as he heads toward the ring.

"You're gonna stay there the whole time? No running off, no wandering?"

You nod firmly.

"Promise."

And at matches, you sit front row like he always requests, dressed in your prettiest dresses with your hair done up all nice. You crane your neck as you wait for him to come out from the tunnel, and when they announce his name over the mic, you leap to your feet and clap wildly. His eyes find you the moment he ducks under the rope and steps into the ring, smiling at you before shoving his mouthguard in.

He taps the glove once against his mouth and twice against his chest, eyes boring into yours. You kiss your hand and press it to your heart. It was a ritual you did before every match, your way of saying "good luck" and "I love you."

When he wins (because he almost always wins) he calls you over amidst the chaos and the shouts of celebration and helps you climb up the side of the ring, where he wraps a sweaty arm around you and kisses you heavily. He holds your little arm up and shakes it like they did with his, declaring his victory.

Your win was his win.

The way he fucks you makes you go wild. He loves to pull your hair and spank you, loves to see his marks all over your ass but refuses to ever put them anywhere else.

"Hate hurtin' my pretty little girl, but that's what you want, huh? That's what you want, baby, you want me to mark you up?"

And you nod vigorously and whine and beg for it until he just heaves a sigh, shakes his head, and goes:

"Well, alright, if you insist."

And then leaves a pretty picture of violet and crimson on your ass as you cry into the sheets.

He likes when you blow him in the dressing room after each match, absolutely delighted at the sweat on his skin and the manly scent he exudes as he towers over you, leaned against the wall with his fingers buried in your hair.

"Fuck, yeah. Fuck, angel, take me so well. Down a little more, down —yeah, oh god."

Sometimes, when you have the gym to yourselves, he throws you down onto the mat and shoves your legs open, slotting himself between them until you feel a delicious sting in your thighs from the stretch. His shoulders hold them apart as he latches onto your clit and devours you like a mad man, letting you yank at his hair and whine so loud that it echoes off the gym walls.

He likes fucking you from behind where he can see your ass bounce and he can smack at it with one hand while the other wraps in painfully in your hair. He's practically holding you up by the end of it, as you cry and whine and pinch your eyes closed at the pressure in your belly.

"Please lemme cum, Steve, please! Please lemme cum!"

"Come on, angel, cum on my cock."

And when he's tired from a match, bruises decorating the plane of his back, dried blood gathered on his chest from the cut in his eye oozing down, he eases back onto the bed and lets you climb on top of him. He's always quiet at times like those, while you slowly grind and bounce on his cock, taking your time with each roll of your hips, fingers splayed out along his hairy chest.

He'll reach up and brush your hair out of your eyes with rough, calloused fingers, cradling your face with his big hand. His thumb finds home under your chin and pulls it down to meet his gaze, and he watches through heavy lids as your face becomes flushed with pleasure and heat.

Neither of you say a word, but the passion between the two of you is so intense that it's like you can feel it in the air. A thrumming energy buzzing between your bodies.

Steve takes you to fancy parties (only the one's he's obligated to go to, because neither of you are party people) and you sit draped over his thigh the whole night, pretty little dress and sparkling lips. Steve is leaned back into the couch, one hand on your thigh and the other dangling over the arm of the couch, pretty brown eyes on display since the room wasn't too loud or bright.

You shimmy up his leg until your own are draped over his entire lap, sitting sideways, hooking your arm around his broad shoulders. He adjusts to the position silently, gaze steadily ahead on whoever was talking to him on the couch opposite yours. One hand sits on your ass and the other on your knee.

You reach up and run your fingers through the front of his thick chestnut locks, feathering out the strands. He drums his slender fingers along your knee absentmindedly, his touch so warm and he smells so fucking good —like pine and musk and smoke.

When the conversation starts to drag, you separate the front part of his hair and start to make little braids in the mound, and Steve lets you. He doesn't mind, content with your body pressed up against him, your sweet scent washing over him. You're halfway through the third braid when a new body flops on the couch across from you, a new and unfamiliar voice calling to you:

"Dude, what the fuck? You're just gonna let that bitch sit there and treat you like some doll, Harrington?"

You freeze, fingers pulling away from Steve's hair to curl into your lap. You look to Steve first, eyes sliding down from the crown of his head to his face. His eyes immediately cut over to the new man, narrowed into dagger-sharp slits with that dead look, brows angled down, forehead creased. His jaw clenches and you hear his teeth creak as they grit together. His hand tightens around your knee, other fingers pressing into the globes of your ass.

He doesn't move an inch, but his chest puffs with a humorless chuckle.

"The fuck did you just say?" Steve bites.

It seemed like the entire room had gone silent. You could hear a pin drop. You stiffened in Steve's lap, both offended by the man's name-calling and anxious for your boyfriend's reaction. All eyes were on the pair of you, or more so Steve. Everyone knew how Steve was, and they knew how he was when it came to you. It had become an unspoken rule that no one was allowed to say anything about you or question your relationship.

No one had ever dared to do what this man had just done, and everyone was on the edge of their seats in anticipation of what would happen next.

"I asked you if you're a doll, Harrington. Lettin' her dress you up all pretty?" the man cackled, either ignorant to how things worked around here or just plain fucking stupid.

You swallowed and placed your hand gently against Steve's cheek— but you knew there was nothing you could do. Especially when Steve sat forward, pulled you against his chest, and leaned in toward the strange man.

"Fuck did you call her? Cause it sounded like you called my girl a bitch. Did you do that? I mean, Mikey, did you hear this fuckhead call my girl a bitch?" Steve turns to his manager seated beside the strange man, hooking a thumb to the accused.

His manager shifts uncomfortably, but nods solemnly.

"He did."

All Steve has to do is tap your thigh twice and you're sliding off his lap to sit on the empty cushion beside him, crossing one leg over the other and watching helplessly as Steve rises to his feet.

"Stay here, baby."

He motions toward the door to his manager, a jerk of his head to the side and two fingers beckoning him to move, and then he's stomping out of the room without a word. The room is stiff as they watch his manager and a couple other guys haul the man that called you a bitch up to his feet and drag him out of the room.

You flinch at the sound of banging and pounding, glass breaking and things shattering in the other room.

Steve returns a few minutes later out of breath and hair astray, but smiles when he sees you and pulls you back into his lap.

"Now, where were we?"

You smash your lips against his and wipe away the blood on his knuckles.

King Stevie is such a protector 💗💗

Literally Boxer!Steve is so fucking angsty and broody and silently intimidating (the best kind of intimidating). It's giving Six from The Gray Man.

Quite literally "I'll beat up anyone that looks your way" vibes. He's so Daddy shaped, he has my heart.

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